Ex-wife villain

There are many sects in the continent. Although the famous sword villa is not as good as the top sects such as Zhenxuan Mountain, Jiange, and Danxia Mountain, it is still famous in the world.

As the third son of Famous Sword Villa, even without borrowing the reputation of his father, Fang Ziheng relied on his status as a master and his famous "Three Questions" swordsmanship to make most people in the world show their kindness and be proud to be friends with him.

Otherwise, how could this wealthy man with good status next to him trust him with his precious son.

However, he thought he had lowered his attitude, but the man in front of him did not appreciate it. No matter how well-educated Fang Ziheng was, he could not help but feel a little angry in his heart.

The woman couldn't help but sneer when she saw how ignorant Jiang Shouzhong was.

Most of them secretly mocked Fang Ziheng's behavior as a bad guy, and used his warm face to show off his cold butt.

The rich man frowned, feeling regretful in his heart.

You are young and energetic, but you are unwilling to come down even though you have already been given the steps. Do you really think that a small dark light can calm everyone?

You have to suffer a loss to understand the weight of the word "regret"?

Just when the atmosphere was at a stalemate, another voice suddenly floated over,

"I can prove that what this young man just said is true. He did indeed save the child."

Everyone turned their heads, but a man with dark skin, wearing a green shirt, who looked like a Confucian scholar came over with a smile, carrying a patched baggage behind him.

Jiang Shouzhong was surprised.

It was actually the man named Yan who had sold him the book before.

The woman was holding back her anger when she saw a rustic old Confucian scholar coming to disturb the situation. She screamed angrily: "Where are you from the mountain village? Get out of here!"

The man surnamed Yan chuckled and said: "You come from your mother's womb and you can't go back. If you have the ability, can you try it?"

The woman choked and didn't know how to reply.

Fang Ziheng did not pay attention to the arrival of the man named Yan, but decided to give Jiang Shouzhong another chance and asked softly: "Is it difficult to apologize?"

"I want to ask you this too."

Jiang Shouzhong said calmly.

Fang Ziheng sighed softly, took the sword from the book boy's arms, and said in a deep voice:

"It doesn't matter whether he is right or wrong. He is my apprentice. If the apprentice is wronged, it means the master loses his face. The master should take back this face.

I see that you have no cultivation, but since you are a member of the Six Sects, you must have learned some tricks. I only use three-thirds of my strength to strike out with my sword, and it doesn’t count as bullying others.

This sword won't kill you. It will make you bedridden for two or three days at most. If you can handle it, then count on your ability and this grudge, which has nothing to do with right or wrong, will end. "

Jiang Shouzhong was expressionless upon hearing these "magnanimous" words.

The woman looked gloating.

A sword at the master level, even if it only exerts three points of force, would be difficult for even a third-grade martial artist to catch.

Mr. Yan smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I am this boy's master. He has been slandered. As a master, I should also clear his name. Of course, I will not draw the sword. I will take your sword. .”

Mr. Yan stood in front of Jiang Shouzhong nonchalantly.

Fang Ziheng was stunned for a moment, carefully looked at this Confucian man with no Qi in his body, and asked tentatively: "Your Excellency, you also use a sword?"

"Learned a little bit."

Mr. Yan smelled the wine bottle and smiled mellowly.

Fang Ziheng felt a little strange, but he couldn't figure out where it was. He felt inexplicably irritated and said coldly: "Since you also use swords, let's have a fair sword fight!"

"……OK then."

Mr. Yan hesitated and reluctantly agreed.

Fang Ziheng asked: "Where is your sword?"

Mr. Yan asked, "Where is your sword?"

Fang Ziheng was stunned, thinking, could this guy be blind?

Is what I’m holding a mallet in my hand?

Fang Ziheng raised his sword and said in a loud voice: "This sword is called 'White Smoke'. It is three feet and three inches long. It is made of Youchi unicorn stone and embedded with dragon scales. It was forged by hundreds of swordsmiths in my famous sword villa. It takes a hundred attempts to make it, and it is the treasure of the village. This is my sword."

Mr. Yan nodded slowly, "A good sword, but is it really your sword?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziheng was furious, "Why do you want to humiliate me with these words? I, Fang Ziheng, am the third young master of Mingjian Villa, and I don't even bother to do the crowing of chickens and dog robberies!"

Mr. Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Oh, in that case, let me ask you, how many times have you drawn this sword in total?"

Fang Ziheng froze for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

How many times have you drawn your sword?

How to know this!

He picked up the sword at the age of six, entered Jianya to practice at the age of nine, and was given the "White Smoke" by his ancestors at the age of twelve.

I have held this sword for twenty years now.

He couldn't remember how many times he unsheathed his sword and how many times he swung the sword. He couldn't count it from the beginning.

"do not know!"

Fang Ziheng said angrily, "Do you want to compete or not?"

Mr. Yan asked with a smile: "Then every time you draw your sword, why don't you ask the sword in your hand if it is willing to unsheath it? If you ask, you will naturally remember it."

These words made the woman laugh and sarcastically said: "The sword is a dead thing, how can I ask? Are you, old guy, out of your mind?"

Fang Ziheng frowned and was speechless.

"People have hearts, and swords also have hearts." Mr. Yan murmured and sighed, and said to Fang Ziheng, "Draw out the sword. If you can pull out that sword, I think it is your sword. You are qualified to compete with me."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Ziheng was furious.

I can't even draw my own sword?

He forcibly suppressed his anger, regained his calm state of mind, and said in a deep voice: "Then you are offended!"

Fang Ziheng held the hilt of the sword.

However, the next moment, he was stunned.

The blade of the sword has not moved at all!

Fang Ziheng's eyes flashed with panic. He circulated his energy and tried to pull out the long sword that had been with him for twenty years.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get even half an inch out of the sheath!

His book boy and the rich man beside him looked horrified when they saw this scene.

Even the woman who was watching the excitement noticed something was wrong.

Mr. Yan shook his head and said in disappointment: "As a swordsman, I can't even pull out my own sword. This sword is a complete mess!"

Fang Ziheng was shocked, his face turned pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Bai Yan has three questions: ask your heart, ask questions, and ask heaven and earth, but you... have never asked about the sword in your hand, how to practice it well!?" Mr. Yan continued to scold.

Fang Ziheng's face turned red.

In the end, he lowered his arms in despair, looking completely lost.

At this time, he was like a stone statue that had been stripped of its vitality, covered with countless dust, and no longer full of vitality.

"Third Young Master!"

The book boy hurriedly stepped forward to help Fang Ziheng.

The guardian was anxious and glared at Mr. Yan, "What did you do to my young master!?"

Mr. Yan ignored him, glanced at the silent and pale woman, looked at the wealthy man, and said slowly:

"Words of affection are like hooks and threads, fishing out right and wrong from the beginning. Children can speak without restraint, lie, and say things unintentionally, but they cannot tell lies that go against their hearts or make unreasonable remarks. If a child is not upright, the boss will be punished! "

The rich man trembled, raised his hands and saluted, "I've been taught a lesson."

Jiang Shouzhong, who was originally supposed to be the protagonist, but became a crowd-pleaser, couldn't help but said: "You have to reason with children. Tell adults, there is a hammer."

Mr. Yan was helpless, "How can I reason with children?"

Jiang Shouzhong said angrily: "Of course I have to be patient and reason with him, and make it as simple as possible."

Mr. Yan blew his beard and stared, "Come on, come on, you tell me."

Jiang Shouzhong actually walked up to the little boy.

The woman's expression changed, and she wanted to stop him, but after looking at Mr. Yan and Fang Ziheng, who was now walking like a zombie, she didn't dare to move.

And she didn't believe Jiang Shouzhong dared to take action.

Sure enough, Jiang Shouzhong just took the little boy's hand and came to the lake, pointed at the water and said softly:

"If you accidentally fell down before, do you know what would happen? You would be eaten by fish. You are not allowed to play near the water in the future. Do you understand, kid?"

The little boy probably also knew that his parents had met someone they didn't dare to mess with, and their previous domineering appearance had been replaced by well-behaved behavior.

"understood."

The little boy nodded vigorously.

Jiang Shouzhong touched the boy's head with a pleased expression and said with a smile, "No, you don't understand."

Jiang Shouzhong kicked the little boy into the lake.