Chapter 230

Luoyang City, winter to spring has been in March.

One old and one young were walking slowly in a not spacious lane. In front of him was an old Confucian scholar with a bookcase on his back. His face was old and his figure was not tall. On closer inspection, he even had some rickets.

At the moment, carrying a bookcase and walking in the lane, the old Confucian scholar is still garrulous. First, he recited some famous sentences widely circulated by Confucian sages, and then he said a few exquisite poems that he saw in a certain poem manuscript.

After reading and reading, the old scholar just sighed and looked up. He didn't know where he was looking. However, no matter where he looked, he couldn't cross the high walls on both sides, so he could only confine himself to the present.

The young man who followed the old Confucian scholar was slender, with a long white robe, a wine gourd hanging on one side of his waist, and a long sheath sword with a sheath that you can see clearly on his scabbard if you have better eyesight.

Taking the word "mountain and river" as the name of the sword is enough to prove that the sword is extraordinary. What's more, the young man hanging the sword also has the word "mountain and river" in his name.

Walking in the alley, the young man did not hide his sword spirit. Therefore, wherever he went, he must be full of sword spirit.

The old Confucian scholar in front of him had already told him about this and tried to persuade him, but the young man didn't care.

The old Confucian scholar is not the kind of pedantic scholar who has to go over and over many times. After he has said it again, the young man will stop talking nonsense and let the young man go.

Traveling with the young man for more than two years, he has traveled through several countries in Yanling, Dayu and Liangxi. The old Confucian scholar witnessed how the young man went from the green silk realm to the Taiqing realm. He also watched the young man's sword spirit become more pure and more fierce.

If we let him compete with ye Shengge two years ago, it's still hard to say, but at least he has a seven point chance.

However, the present Ye Sheng song is not the same as Ye Sheng song two years ago. It is hard to say if you meet again.

Among the mountains and rivers, Dao planted Ye Sheng song, which is still regarded by many young people as a mountain figure. Others want to cross the mountain, but the young man just wants to cut the mountain with a sword.

His swordsmanship is the way ahead, but if there are any obstacles, they will be cut off with one sword.

This kind of Kendo coincides with the Sword Fairy Liuxiang six thousand years ago, but there is a difference of 6000 years between them, and the relationship is not too big.

After a few steps, the young man suddenly stopped and took a look at the transformed mansion not far from his eyes, and then looked down at a stone wall in the lane.

There are several sword marks on it.

He said with a light smile: "he has played a sword here. He should have fought against a monk in the Taiqing area. In the end, he won, but it was not easy to win."

The old Confucian scholar, whose realm has never been known to outsiders, stopped, turned his head and looked at the sword marks on the wall. He nodded thoughtfully, "the sword idea is here, and has entered the door. If it is difficult, it is still on the right road. Xu Ji valued him at that time and did not hesitate to make a sword for him for thousands of miles It seems that your aptitude is not as good as you are, but in fact, it's just the right kind of talent. It's as high as Bai Zhihan's, but after several decades, he almost climbed into the sea and finally failed to achieve the realm of sword immortal. "

"Let's talk about Xu Ji and Chao Qingqiu. At the beginning, Xu Ji's qualifications were much higher than that of Chao Qingqiu. But in the end, he was not as good as Chao Qingqiu. Once Chao Qingqiu entered the sword immortal, he was the most powerful person in the mountains and rivers. Whether it was a saint of the three religions or a demon giant, meeting him was just a matter of a sword."

"Wushanhe, Li Fuyao is the only one in your generation. If both of you can become sword immortals in the sea, I will feel that he will climb that peak before you."

As the youngest and youngest disciple of Jianshan, Wu Shanhe has also experienced many battles of life and death after he went down the mountain. No matter who the opponent is or whether his accomplishments are high or low, he will devote all his efforts to it. He only wants to revitalize Jianshan.

As for how to revitalize it, we must first step into the sea and become another sword immortal among the mountains and rivers.

Now, when the old Confucian scholar talked about the succession of sword immortals in the future, Wu Shanhe did not admit defeat and said: "even if Fuyao has a chance to climb the sea, I wushanhe will not be half a point slower than him!"

The old Confucian scholar said with a low smile: "since you have the word" mountain and river "in your name, it can be seen that some people expect you deeply. In the final analysis, if there is no word" if ", you may become a sword immortal far higher than Li Fuyao

He gazed at the young man who had traveled with him for two years, experienced many wars, and had some changes in temperament. For a moment, he was silent. After six thousand years of decline, it was unrealistic to rely on one or two people to turn the tide and continue to be brilliant.

At first, he bowed down, and then he bent down. Finally, Wu Shanhe, sitting on the ground, stroked the sword marks and sighed softly: "I know why my ancestors treated him better than me. I am a disciple of Jianshan. In the future, I will shoulder the heavy responsibility of Jianshan, but he is not. Just like the poor son and the rich daughter mentioned by the common people, he is just a Jianshan capital The one who didn't go up there was martial Uncle Chen Sheng who took in his apprentices and three martial uncles at the foot of Jianshan taught them attentively, but after all, they were not disciples of Jianshan. Therefore, the ancestors hoped that he would live a free and easy life, and would not put the burden on him, so he had more love. "After standing up, Wu Shanhe said with a smile: "since the old ancestor valued me so much, I should carry on the heavy load as he wishes."

The old Confucian scholar didn't say much. He just untied the bookcase behind his back and searched for a long time. He found a porcelain bowl that didn't look special and handed it to Wushan river. Wu Shanhe quietly untied the wine gourd on his waist and poured a bowl for the old Confucian scholar. They sat against the wall in the lane. Wu Shanhe looked up and drank the wine in the gourd. The old Confucian scholar was carrying wine and thinking of Xu Ji, the Jianshan mountain Laozu Zong, it was a certainty that he was dead. When the news of his sword shaking for Li Fu reached his ears, he knew that he just didn't tell Wu Shanhe.

As one of the few friends of the old Confucian scholar in his life, the ancestor of Jianshan didn't look like an old friend who could talk freely for several days and nights. However, he absolutely believed that anyone who wanted to kill himself in front of him would get a strong sword.

No matter that person is a saint of the three religions, or a demon soil big demon, but so it is.

Is this kind of friend worth his deep friendship?

He once wrote a eulogy for his apprentice Xi Chunan, but he never wrote one for Xu Ji, because even he did not want to believe that Xu Ji had really disappeared between heaven and earth.

There are two kinds of people who have no afterlife.

The first is the common people killed by friars, and the second is Xu Ji, a monk on the mountain who doesn't want to have an afterlife.

Ordinary people killed by friars still have some ways to find the scattered souls if others have the intention. It's not without a chance to pay some price. However, since they are determined not to have an afterlife, they will naturally disperse their souls after death, even if they want to find them.

After drinking that bowl of wine, the old Confucian scholar collected the wine bowl and asked casually, "Wushan River, these places in the mountains and rivers have almost passed by, and then you are going to go to the demon soil?"

Wu Shanhe shook his head and said with a soft smile, "I'm going to visit the Western Buddhist land instead of building a pile."

The old Confucian scholar thought for a while and finally nodded, "in this case, let's separate here. I'm afraid it's not so easy to die because of your accomplishments in Taiqing."

Wu Shanhe stood up, patted the wine gourd on his waist and said with a smile, "where are you going?"

The old Confucian scholar took it for granted, "naturally go to the demon soil to find Chao Qingqiu and tell him how much I have exerted on the swordsman."

Wu Shanhe laughed, and finally said, "if you meet him, he happens to be in danger. Please give me a hand. As for the human relationship, I will write it on my head."

The old Confucian student was surprised and said, "how, deep feelings?"

Wu Shanhe said calmly, "in the end, he will call me elder martial brother."

The old Confucian scholar didn't have a good way: "so you bastard don't know to go by yourself?"

Wu Shanhe took it for granted, "when I enter the demon land, I must take out my sword and cut off my head. At least, it's too early for me to be a demon Xiu in the realm of climbing stairs."

The old Confucian scholar didn't speak much, but just shook his head. He didn't see many swordsmen in the world. Anyway, he was not afraid to say big words early, which was just such a Wushan river.

The two separated. The old Confucian scholar walked northward with his bookcase on his back, while Wu Shanhe just stood there, smiling at this fellow scholar for two years, protecting his safety during each war.

After thinking about it, Wu Shanhe solemnly saluted him.

No matter whether the old Confucian scholar wanted to have a little affection with his ancestors, or said that he was green eyed, at least he helped him. Wu Shanhe had no reason not to write down this friendship.

The old Confucian scholar never looked back. He did not tell Wu Shanhe that there was a swordsman in Luoyang City. He didn't know how much higher his realm was. He didn't go to see him in person.

There are some things that he doesn't feel necessary.

The old Confucian scholar also believed that even if he had told Wu Shanhe, the latter would have rejected him with four unnecessary words.

In that case, there is no need to say more.

After the salute, Wushan River moved forward with a sword and soon disappeared.

The old Confucian scholar carried his bookcase and went out of the city.

But when he was about to get close to the gate, he suddenly stopped and turned his head. There was a sword in the direction of the tower.

The old Confucian scholar suddenly realized, "yes, since you have come to Luoyang City, how can you not see him? Now that I see him, I must be satisfied to hand out a sword. But Li changgu, who is more than 100 years older than you, will look up to your sword? "

"It turns out that this is your first real life and death battle."

"No wonder you want to come to Luoyang City. You know it for a long time."

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the scholar standing on the high platform of the star picking tower stood up and mentioned the short bitter day beside him. This was the first time in his life that he watched a swordsman make a sword at him.

Although there is no chance to kill, the sword spirit is not fake at all.

Li changgu looked at the young man with the sword hanging on his waist and climbing the stairs step by step. He had the thought of going downstairs for the first time.

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