The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Mr. Zhong scolded this son-in-law whom he had never met a thousand times in his belly, but when he actually saw him, he remained calm.Picking up the teacup in his hand, he lifted the lid of the tea, and said calmly, "What is your surname, Mr. Xiaolang, and how do you get along with my little girl..."

He pondered for a moment and said, "Where did you find it?"

Lingran imitated the way she met Mrs. Zhong before, she lifted her robe, knelt down on one knee, and spoke loudly. "Langzi pays homage to Lord Taishan!"

"Don't dare!" Lord Zhong laughed, twirling his long beard and drooping his eyes. "Xiao Langjun, this voice... I don't know where it came from?"

"I've told Lord Taishui before," Lingran saw this man putting on airs and didn't ask him to get up, so he still knelt down with a smile in his eyes. "It's a long story..."

"Not busy, I have a lot of time to listen to you speak slowly."

Hearing you making it up slowly, Mr. Zhong sneered inwardly.

Weng and son-in-law were talking, Mrs. Zhong and Xiao Qiniang did not follow in the backyard.There was not a single servant in the main hall quietly, Master Zhong was sitting so calmly, Lingran was not like Mrs. Zhong before, making a scene of confessing relatives with tears in her eyes.

He could only ponder for a moment. "Lord Taishan, Langzi knows... the resurrection from the dead sounds very bizarre. I'm afraid it's a bit shocking."

Lingran patiently recounted Mrs. Zhong's rhetoric again.

"Xiaosheng and his wife met in a deserted temple in Buxian Mountain. Xiaosheng was guided by an immortal in his dream. He walked here and groped for half the night. Finally, he found the place where his wife was buried. When the coffin was opened, the lady's face was as beautiful as ever. Sheng, Xiaosheng knew a little about medicine, so he treated him with acupuncture and moxibustion. He didn't want his wife to be weak. After three years, she would be able to walk on the ground. But when I came back three years later, Mr. Zhong had moved to other provinces. As a last resort, I was drowned. to date."

"Hehe, it's hard for you. As soon as I heard that the old man was returning to Beijing, I came here just a little bit."

Lingran pretended not to understand the sarcasm in his words, and said calmly: "My son has always been thinking about Taishan and Taishui, and he has had trouble sleeping and eating for the past ten years. This time, knowing that the two are returning to Chang'an, I specially brought my wife back to Ning."

Master Zhong sneered. "Where did you find a little lady, you rascal? The little girl was 16 years old when she died. Now ten years have passed, and according to my wife, she is still buried at the age of 16. Don't tell me you are blind as an old man, so you can't tell ? Or do you want to tell the old man that mortals in this world can live forever?!"

Lingran scratched her scalp, and said: "It must be that the lady's previous experience was too bizarre, and Lord Yan also thought it was rare, so her name was blotted out in the book of life and death."

He thought it was funny, but Mr. Zhong didn't smile, he just looked at him coldly.

"The book of life and death dares to speak nonsense, what is your origin?"

Lingran put her index finger on her lips and smiled sideways.The posture of kneeling on one knee actually made him smile sideways, exuding infinite romance.

He said, "Talking about ghosts and gods is not popular in the current imperial court, but it is obvious to all that demons are rampant in the world. Master Taishan was once a parent official, so what he saw and heard must be much better than the tragedy in Chang'an City!"

After hearing this, Mr. Zhong remained silent. After a while, his tone softened significantly.Said, "Forget it, just get up and talk!"

But he didn't directly call him a liar.

Lingran smiled, stood up gracefully, brushed off the corner of his robe, and sat down at the bottom of his hands.He looked at Master Zhong's cloudy eyes that were shrewd, and said in a low voice, "Master Taishan, Xiaosheng was originally in Wuxian Mountain, and he studied in the wild temple for more than ten years. He originally wanted to avoid disasters caused by the previous war. Who would want the new emperor to ascend the throne?" Afterwards, it was still so bleak. What Xiaosheng had learned all his life was useless, so he was disheartened. After bringing his wife to find relatives this time, he didn't expect anything. From then on, he and his wife lived happily. It's not bad to die in this life..."

"You're young, but your tone is not young!" Mr. Zhong narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "Full of knowledge? Whose book are you reading, and who is your master? How dare you boast so much!"

He stomped the teacup on the table heavily.With a groan.

Lingran was not afraid of him, and only smiled faintly, "Master, naturally he is the best master in the world."

The appearance of the spirit whisk floated in front of his eyes.

"Shimen is also the world's most brutal teacher."

On Xiaoyao Mountain, a row of seniors with bare heads and white robes floated past him in groups.

"What you have learned is naturally the best in the world."

Lao Tzu is number one in the world!Only one sword in ten years.This sword can blast Long Aotian into scum.

Lingran lowered her eyelids and smiled coolly in her heart.

Next, Master Zhong tested Lingran's homework.

Lingran has the experience of living in the 21st century in the first life, up and down 5000 years, and it is at your fingertips.When encountering details, if it doesn't make sense or is forgotten, he will smile vaguely and say: "Get over your form, get over your form!"

Mr. Zhong didn't want to get to the bottom of it, he just guessed that this young man was a wild man, he studied in a deserted temple, but what he learned was actually Taoism, and he also dabbled in a lot of Confucian books.

There are some words and sentences that he has never heard before.It's amazing!Don't wait any longer, the boy's head is white.It's easy for young people to learn but hard to achieve, and an inch of time should not be taken lightly.What's more, don't stop drinking when you are approaching... These words are quite heroic, and they are also youthful.

In particular, the sentence "feeling sad, falling into a dusty cage, and book collection" deeply touched Mr. Zhong's heart that was never met. Twenty years of ups and downs in the officialdom, like a dream of spring grass in a pond, hastily slipped away from the gap of time.

Mr. Zhong gradually shut up more and more times.Just listen to Lingran talking to him.

Hearing the exciting part, Mr. Zhong couldn't help shaking his head.Using the drained teacup as a chime drum, flicking your fingers lightly makes a series of crisp ding ding sounds.A pair of cloudy eyes shone with brilliance. "That's right! Lang Zi is really knowledgeable, and the phrase 'full of knowledge' is worthy of it!"

With the sound of Lang Zi's exit, Ling Ran felt relieved immediately.

Secretly thought, this scene of Weng and his son-in-law confessing their relatives is finally over.

Ah!Next, my lord, I will start investigating the case!

He was refreshed, and the tails of his eyes were raised when he smiled instantly, like a beautiful little male fox.

... The last time my baby laughed so treacherously was when I met that Long Aotian at the temple.Silently, Qingliu Dalang put the roof tiles back to their original places, and quietly swept along the ridge of the roof to hide in the shadows.

Jiaobai caressed her chin with her fingers, thinking, there might be a storm in this Zhongfu soon!

Oh no, it should be, the situation will meet.

That night Lingran settled in Zhongfu.Lingran was still worried for a while because she and Xiao Qiniang were pretending to be husband and wife.Unexpectedly, after dinner, Mrs. Zhong took Xiao Qiniang to the embroidery building in person on the grounds that she had not seen her daughter for many years, and the mother and daughter fell asleep side by side.

Lingran breathed a sigh of relief and lay down in the guest room.He had used too many brains this day, and acted too much. As soon as he lay down, his face was turned upside down, he fell into a deep sleep instantly.

In the middle of the night, the wind lifted the window lattice, his ears moved, and then he turned over and fell asleep again.

Qingliu Dalang came in silently from the window, tiptoed to the head of the bed, and stared at the sleeping Lingran.

Dressed in red, she is extremely coquettish under the moonlight.

Lingran turned over, slapped a mosquito to death, and muttered. "Dalang, why don't you come up to sleep?"

The author has something to say:

[Note] Book walkers usually copy 5000-year-old celebrity poems, and Shisan also showed off, just for fun.I will not go through this bridge again in the future.The words and sentences quoted in Section [-] come from Yue Fei, Li Bai, Zhu Xi, and He Zhu respectively. (The order of appearance of the bosses does not matter, hahahahaha)

【small theater】

Su Shisan: Dalang, why don't you come up to sleep?

Dalang: ...Wait, I'll wipe off the nosebleed first.Suck it, suck it.