Chapter 110

In the big summer after the little summer season, the old ancestor Xu Ji went down the mountain to the foot of the mountain and saw two disciples before breaking the temple. The first one was Xie Lu. To this female disciple who was supposed to be of good family background, Xu Ji really didn't know what to say. Finally, he stayed in front of the temple for a long time and said something salty. Xu Ji turned to look for Liu Yibai, but there was no answer from the beginning to the end Xie Lu, he looks calm.

In the ruined temple, Liu Yibai first pulled out a jar of wine and threw it to his master. Then he pulled out a jar of wine from under his statue. He did not pay attention to it. He sat on the stone platform in front of the statue and aroused a lot of dust.

"Take a bowl!" said Xu Ji

Liu Yibai reluctantly throws a small wine bowl from under the statue.

Xu Ji took his sleeve and wiped it carelessly. Then he poured a bowl of wine and took a sip. He scolded, "Liu Yibai, you really know how to respect teachers and respect teachers."

Liu Yibai shrunk his neck and said of course, "you don't drink much. Good wine is wasted."

Xu Ji snorted coldly, but drank the rest of the bowl of wine in one breath, and then looked at Liu Yibai in silence.

Liu Yibai was frightened by his ancestors, touched his cheek, and said casually, "OK, anyway, I've been dead once. Now it's really farewell to this mountain and river. What's the big deal? Why? I can't see it. You can't give up?"

Xu Ji looks gloomy. This is the old man who has always been a strong man. However, when Wu Shanhe is about to stand it, the old Confucian scholar will stop for a moment and give him a chance to breathe. Finally, he simply lost his book and asked with a smile, "Wu Xiaomu, do you think I will give you another reason that rotten wood can't be carved and that a child can't be taught."

"Sword tomb helpless voice," old Sir, I don't want to listen to what reason. "

"You know a fart, if you can really meditate on these truths, there's no pain in it. You're so stupid. I've wasted my time to tell you this. Maybe you're better than you to listen to that boy at the foot of the mountain."

Wu Shanhe was tongue tied for a moment. He didn't know what to say or didn't want to pay attention to the old Confucian.

The old Confucian scholar gloated and said, "the old ancestor on your mountain is feeding the boy a sword at the foot of the mountain. What do you think of Wu Xiaomu?"

Wu Shanhe in the sword tomb clenched his teeth, but still said nothing.

The old Confucian scholar was in a good mood. He finally laughed and stopped talking.

However, Wu Shanhe quickly asked, "old Sir, the old ancestor went down the mountain only to feed the boy a sword?"

"That's all," the old Confucian said

Wu Shanhe looks gloomy.

But the next moment, the old Confucian scholar was calm and said with a smile: "that boy is destined to go down the mountain, but you wushanhe, it is your ancestors have high expectations, hope you can become an old ancestor under Jianshan."

Wu Shanhe was stunned and did not speak.

Looking down at the foot of the mountain, the old Confucian scholar said calmly, "after today, Jianshan has changed a lot."

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the curtain of Bi Jian at the foot of the mountain soon came to an end. The old ancestor Xu Ji returned the sword to Li Fuyao and said with a satisfied smile, "if you go on like this, you will come to the end of the world's sword one day."

Li Fuyao smiles bitterly, but does not refute.

Liu Yibai suddenly very sad mouth said: "younger martial sister, will not see you."

Xie Lu rarely called out a senior brother in a soft voice, and then said in a soft voice, "you really don't support the wild grass?"

Liu Yibai shook his head, "there is a sword in the hand, it's worth dying."

Xie Lu frowned and said, "this sentence is extremely confusing."

This time, Liu Yibai stopped talking, but his eyes were clear and his sword spirit was hidden.

After a while, the old man will do his best to take care of the two people in the temple. Therefore, he can only make a sword before the old man does.

This sword asked the Lord.

Xie Lu didn't have so much obsession. He just looked at Li Fuyao. His eyes were full of nostalgia.

She really loves the child.

Not just because he is a disciple of Chen Sheng.

Xu Ji looks at the broken temple and doesn't say anything. At last, he just waves his hand and smiles at Li Fuyao and climbs the mountain again.

Along the way, Xu Ji's expression was very indifferent, as if he had seen everything in the world, and was not surprised at all. When he returned to wenjianping and picked up the old story, he suddenly burst into a momentum. Although he had white hair, he seemed to be back in his youth.

In the broken temple at the foot of the sword mountain, the only two statues have silk cracks.

The old Confucian scholar sat in front of the sword tomb and recited a good sentence from a sage's article, "a gentleman is slow in words and quick in deeds."

In front of the green water lake at the foot of menchen mountain, a middle-aged man stepped on this mountain with a plain expression.

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