Chapter 341

Before deciding to go to Qingxuan world, jianshengmei QingHan came to an old wooden house in beiliangzhou. On the couch outside the wooden house sat a young man in white. "The plum blossom in the house has withered. Why do you want to try sword with me again?"

"Come and see your old friend." Mei QingHan is standing at the door.

The young man in white was shaking. He raised his right hand and pointed to a garden on the left. It was overgrown with weeds, but a dry plum tree stump could be seen among the weeds. "That year after she died, I went back to the plum garden and felt that the plum tree was also withered. Looking at it and getting in the way, I cut it with one sword."

Mei QingHan's eyes are clear, "do you want to try?"

"She will blame me," said the young man in white

Mei QingHan is silent, and most of his life is unhappy. Choosing and giving up are very important for a person to go in the future. When he was young, Mei QingHan chose to be with the sword, so some people and things are to be missed. On the way of the sword holder, many of them are lonely, especially he is a disciple of ghost valley.

"Character has not changed at all," said the young man in white, "don't think I will entertain you."

"I went to her grave to worship," Mei QingHan said in a low voice. "The man she swore to defend didn't defend. His son is still alive, and now he is in the wilderness."

"Betrayed?" The young man in white was a little surprised. "It's good to betray. I'm going to take refuge in the wild world now. I don't have to look at the miasma of Kyushu to make people upset. In the future, I can kill a few people with my sword. It's a good name."

Mei QingHan knew that he would not betray Kyushu, or betray her, betray his own heart.

"It's hard to say whether he can come back alive or not," Mei QingHan said with a smile, "but that boy is very promising. He's a close disciple of Mr. Meng and Mr. Xun, a registered disciple of Buzhi, a friend of gaopan, and old Jianxian likes him very much. Mr. Zhang specially set up some situations for him to cut off the cause and effect."

"What's the use of not loving my mother when my father is away?" The young man in white has a shriveled mouth.

Mei QingHan and Xie Junhao had the highest swordsmanship and the strongest strength. He had many ghost ideas of his own, and the only girl was the most naive.

Old Xie Er Cheng's face is cold, and his hands are up and down when he kills people. When they traveled as teenagers, there was no little blood on his hands.

Mei QingHan is more calm and wise, but he is the most decisive when he is young.

He wandered all day long, muddled along in his practice, and practiced sword. He had a good command of techniques, talismans, lines, instruments, Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and Fu, but he was not good at them. Fortunately, he was good-looking and attracted peach blossom. He had a good relationship with the lady of peach blossom, who was actually a ferry. He had a better relationship with the master of Peach Blossom Island. Of course, he had a better relationship with the two sword immortals in Zhenbei city, A lot of friends.

The girl's biggest dream of traveling with them in Kyushu is to visit Qingxuan world. Those Taoist immortals who have a lot of legends in Kyushu have a look at the scenery of Qingxuan world. So many years ago, when they had experienced many stories, they decided to go to Zhenbei city together and met the unprecedented young man.

He was a weak scholar. He was defeated by him in all aspects he was good at. Even if he didn't practice sword, he could also speak some kendo. Mei QingHan and his brothers were greatly inspired. At that time, he was already a disciple of ghost valley. Mei QingHan, the youngest, just remembered and told them.

The girl with them had a deep love for the young hero.

Like and don't like, love and don't love, most of the time is in missing and forgetting, so in 3000 couples, only one in 1000 can get married.

They are just a couple of strangers who pass by in a hurry, but she likes him so much that she is willing to die for him, and then she really died for him.

There are many reasons, there are many have to, live three people feel guilty, each disheartened.

On that day, she knew that he was married and had children, but she was very happy. She said, "what else can make me happier knowing that he is living well?"

I don't know if that person had a sense of guilt in his heart until he died, but what even he had to admit is that if he was a woman, he might like him too. The man who conquered the power of heaven with human power and didn't respect the ghosts and gods and heaven and earth would only have one person in the end. If he died, he would never appear again.

He's good, she's good, but they're not together, it's not good.

Later, when they went to the rescue, she died in the corner of her clothes, even her soul was scattered; He died miserably. Who could have thought that a great man who once had high spirits and directed the country would die so miserably, living and painful.

Then there was the child, who suffered a lot. No one could blame the child for his bad growing up, because some people and some things were bad to him.

But that child is good after all, he has heard some.

In the year of her death, he returned to the plum blossom garden built by the four of them. There was only one plum blossom in the garden. She liked it very much, and they liked it very much. It was also the former residence of Jiansheng, but he seldom came back.

After a long time, he seldom goes out. The villagers outside occupy some land. If they stay longer, there will be a weedy Road, a hut and a plum blossom stake.

It seems that after many years, he is not so sad, not so sad, just like when he was very young, the elder of his family said to himself: you are still young.

From "still small" to "adult".

"What if you go to Qingxuan world?"

The young man in white sighed, his eyes were casual and sarcastic.

Mei QingHan did not answer, but calmly said: "just see."

"It's not going to die," said the young man in white, shaking his clothes. "You've always been on the three treasures hall. This plum garden is quiet. You can't come here quietly. What's the matter?"

"One sword for Zhenbei city."

"Certainly."

"One sword for Kyushu."

"Duty."

"One sword for Lingyun."

"Try your best."

Mei QingHan arched his hand and bowed, "then thank you for the common people and Lingyun."

The young man in White said, "it's ridiculous that all the people in the world live with Lingyun."

He's out of the world.

About a long time ago, when he just made some achievements, he won some fame. A monk gave him a poem: "three thousand people are drunk with flowers, and fourteen states are cold with a sword.".

The fourteen continents were not the Kyushu world, but the Jinlian world. He was not a native of Kyushu world, but a young man in white from the Qingxuan world. Where he played, flowers were in full bloom.

He always liked to make friends and often entertained people everywhere, but his swordsmanship was so high that he had such a good reputation.

When traveling in Kyushu, there is a fairly loud name: huazuixian.

When he was in Jinlian world, his sword was cold in fourteen continents. When he was in Kyushu, he rarely used his sword. When he used his sword, the earth was back in spring and flowers were in full bloom. It was known as the biggest flower shelf in sword cultivation, but he was the top five in sword cultivation in Qingxuan world.

In this abandoned plum blossom garden, the weeds withered one after another. The withered and old plum blossom stumps were green, and the trees were withered and the plum blossomed again.

Mei QingHan calmly looked at this scene, of course, it's not real. It's just a fragment of a long period of time, which was intercepted by an old friend. That year, the plum blossoms opened and fell, and then gradually decayed. He stood there quietly watching the petals of the plum blossoms falling in the snow, as if every segment of karma had withered.

Mei QingHan looks up at the young man in white who is lying on the rocking chair. He holds a sword in his hand. He is a very familiar swordsman, but he has a great relationship with his old friends over the years.

Mei QingHan once again arched, "hard."

"You are more pleasant when you are young. When you grow up, Mei QingHan is not QingHan. If you can thank Lao Er, you should change your name." Flower drunk fairy said with a smile.

When he got up, he paved the road with white frost under his feet and flowers were in full bloom on his side. In Xie Junhao's words, it's useless for the girls to chirp and fuss.

At that time, I didn't know that it was my younger martial brother. I didn't use dirty words to swear. I said that Hua Zuixian's skill is to die under the peony and be a ghost.

At that time, Hua Zuixian was very proud and thought that these two sentences were very good. Later, when he reflected that his younger martial brother had gone to the wild world, he killed him and had to reason with him. Fortunately, he was stopped. For the first time in his life, Hua Zuixian praised his swordsmanship as unique.

"Who is the same as the past years, the times have changed, the past has passed." Mei QingHan said goodbye to huazuixian. The white sword sage went away with his sword. The white sword immortal turned his sword into a folding fan and patted it gently in his hand. His black hair naturally curled up and his appearance was even more handsome. Just his appearance made people feel detached and outstanding.

Huazuixian stepped on the white frost. When he was about to go out, he looked back at the old plum blossom stake and sighed. Maybe what they didn't want to disobey in their life was the old man's wish. Maybe a man like him, regardless of the right or wrong, would be more relaxed.

Xie Laoer, Mei's eldest brother, hasn't broken through these years. I'm afraid he has too many heart problems. Xie Laoer seems to be decisive, but in fact he is in a dilemma; Mei QingHan seems to care about everything. In fact, when he grows up, he worries about everything. It's very difficult to break through the situation. He's going to Qingxuan, Jinlian, Xixuan, Zhenbei, or Jiuzhou.

This is probably Mei QingHan's choice. There are too many sword gods in the world, which is not worthy of the name; However, there is only one swordsman, who will never appear in the past, and will never appear again in the future. Mei QingHan has already established a school of his own.

That year, he saw flowers for the last time in the plum blossom garden. When they were still young, the two brothers played chess under the plum blossom, the girl cooked wine, and he played the flute. Maybe this was their best fantasy about the world and the world when they were younger.

Mei QingHan's poems are in a mess, just like his drinking capacity. Therefore, when he plays chess only half a game, he will play chess with Xie Laoer. Of course, the only accompaniment is snoring.

Xie Laoer's drinking capacity is excellent, but his poetry is even worse. When he is drunk, he loves to write poetry. It's really unpleasant. Now I think it's better to be young. He does many things he likes to do. He doesn't have to think about human relations or opinions.

The girl has always been quiet. She cooks wine and tea, and occasionally cooks some dishes. They get together and talk about the ancestors of the three religions. If they are not convinced, they roll up their sleeves and have a fight. Anyway, these are the things in plum blossom garden.

Later, the girl died, and there was nothing left. Only these people remember, and even those who killed her would not care about an extraordinary but ordinary girl, a girl who only had seven realms cultivation, and she was hundreds of years old. Who cares?

Later, the swordsman didn't show up, and the one who was only the second swordsman didn't show up. Their younger martial brother died in the hospital bed in pain, and then his soul was broken.

Later, he just heard that he had never saved his life. Later, Xie Junhao became more silent, and Mei QingHan became even colder.

How can huazuixian not understand that they can tolerate several dirty things in the world, why can't they tolerate such a brilliant young generation?

How can they not accommodate a chess game set up by a young man and invite all living beings into the game?

It's just like the whole Kyushu world can't hold a Zhenbei city with ten thousand years of sword and nine empty rooms.

On that day, a sword immortal who was not so lucky in Kyushu had gone through many places and had a quick look. He either spit on the mountain gate or enter the ancestral hall to spit again.

Then he will leave with a clear mind. Maybe this is what he wants to do.

When huazuixian came to Zhenbei City, it was already the beginning of spring in the south of Kyushu. Wu you took a look at the young man in white who fell beside him and hummed softly, "coming?"

"See if you're dead." Hua Zuixian drinks a mouthful of wine. He came to the tavern from childhood. It's said that it was Ling Yunkai. It's very good. When a stranger came to Zhenbei City, he didn't have a high level. He was worthy of his younger generation. It's not too much to drink more than a hundred jars of wine.

Wu you looked calm, and then said: "you this realm, seven or eight swords don't cut to death a few of the thirteen or forty-five realm, good meaning to say that they practice sword?"

"Then you don't think much of Jian Xiu. Uncle Gao Pan, like Mei QingHan and Xie Laoer, is pulling his finger. It's hard for me to get one."

Flower drunk fairy shriveled mouth, "which can be like you old man, buttocks to here side, a sit ten thousand years, Leng is scared demon clan those big demons dare not cross the city."

Wu you gently smile, flower drunk fairy did not forget to make up a bureau, "Wu God adult to sit down here, those curse Niang demons are a lot less, it is estimated that the teeth are back to the asshole."

When he came to Zhenbei City, Hua Zuixian felt that this was the place where he should come to practice his sword. What's the world and what's the road? This is the way and the world!