Xie Bu said: "Can I listen to you call me Grandpa?"

The young man looked up in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Aren't you going to interrogate my county master?"

Xie Undefeated shook his head and smiled: "I am your own grandfather." ”

After the young man was a little confused, he then asked, "Who is my father?"

Xie Undefeated shook his head again, just gently stroked the back of his head, and said, "You don't need to know who your father is, because he doesn't deserve a son like you." Child, you are very good, but unfortunately, you came back a little late and could not inherit my mantle. ”

Although the boy did not understand what he meant by these words, he could fully sense the kindness of the old man, so he stretched his head as far forward as he could, so that the old man could touch it more comfortably.

In fact, he really wanted to know who his father was, which was very important for a child who had been bullied since he was a child, and was insulted and scolded, but in front of this majestic old man, he did not have the courage to ask a second time, so he could only choose to remain silent.

Xie Undefeated's intimacy with this child was very useful, and a simple action of poking forward made Xie Undefeated feel infinitely happy in his heart, which proved that this child did not reject himself, and suddenly had a feeling of old relief. What could be more gratifying than when the end is approaching, only to suddenly find that there is someone to succeed him?

So the smile in his eyes was more obvious, but there was a faint sense of loss lingering in his heart, he always regretted that it would be nice if this child was found earlier, even if it was only a month earlier, no!

The qualifications are all top-notch, this child was born for the sword, and his whole life will be accompanied by the sword. Unfortunately, it was really late.

Xie Undefeated sighed, suppressed the regret in his heart, and continued: "After tonight, you will leave here, and you will have nothing to do with this Zhuangzi, you can still be surnamed Jing, the thorny thorn." Your future path is also destined to be full of thorns, so it is good, and the sword that has not been sharpened will never bloom with the brilliance it deserves. Without this decaying manor to corrupt you, and without the drunken environment, you will go further and see more beautiful landscapes. ”

When he said this, Xie Undefeated's eyes suddenly emitted a bright brilliance, he seemed to have fully anticipated what the young man would achieve in the future, and he had an intuition that this young man would definitely achieve no less than his grandfather's achievements in the future, known as "Divine Sword" Xie Xiaofeng.

The Xie family finally has a second person who was born with a sword bone.

However, he will not be surnamed Xie in the future, and all the glory and history of this mountain villa will have nothing to do with him. He should write his own legend in this brilliant river and lake.

Thinking of this, a strong excitement suddenly rose in Xie Undefeated's heart, and he began to tremble slightly when he touched the young man's hand: "Now, I can't teach you too much, I can only tell you one word, it's called 'high-level building', have you heard of it?"

The boy shook his head because he had never read a book.

Xie Undefeated was not surprised by the boy's answer, a teenager who lives in a dirty place in the market can only be called a strange thing if he can read a book. But this did not prevent him from teaching the boy, and continued: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now, you will understand it later." ”

Then, with a long sigh, he squeezed the young man's shoulders hard, and said sentence by sentence, "The time is almost up, and they are almost there." Child, wait a while, you have to look well, see clearly, clearly, keep looking, don't blink. This is the first and last lesson that Grandpa taught you, you have to remember it with your heart, you have to feel it with your heart. In the end, how much you can comprehend depends on your creation, but I am sure that you will not let me down. ”

After saying these words, Xie Buyi suddenly stood up from the bed, and there was already an extra sword in his hand at some point, the scabbard was jet black, the hilt was jet black, and there was only a little thread that could not be seen in the place where the sword spike was ringed.

After he stood up, his momentum also changed, and the invisible and restrained sword power pushed him to the peak all of a sudden.

Xie Buyi walked out slowly, and with each step, the momentum on his body increased. The sword was majestic, crushing the ornaments around him wherever he passed.

When he walked out of the Green Water Pavilion and stood at the ferry in front of the pavilion, his momentum had climbed to the peak, and the autumn rain that was sprinkled was faintly swept away by his momentum.

Standing quietly on the surface of the lake, calmly looking at the lake in the vast night, the sword behind him, Yue Zhi Yuan.

The young man had already stood up from the ground and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead that was shocked by the sword power just now. I rubbed my aching knees and calmed down. Walk to the window and poke your head out quietly. Looking at Xie Undefeated's back under the autumn rainy night, he suddenly had a feeling that this old back was an unshakable mountain.

After a long time, the autumn rain gradually stopped, and there were no more ripples on the surface of the green water lake.

But at this moment, two abrupt figures stepped on the surface of the lake, causing the lake water that had just calmed down to fluctuate slightly. It was two men in black cloaks, walking on the surface of the lake, gradually approaching.

From far and near, the young man saw them clearly. Both of them wore pale masks painted with strange patterns. The one on the left seems to be raindropping, and the one on the right has a willow branch drawn.

After seeing Xie Undefeated, the two black fighters stood still in the middle of the lake, motionless.

Xie Buyi sighed and said: "Forty-seven years, I have waited for you for forty-seven years, thinking that the hatred in my heart cannot be erased in this life. It's good that you're here!"

The words fell, and the sword was unsheathed!

The sword was extremely dazzling, and the eyes of the young man peeking in the Green Water Pavilion were blazing......

By daybreak, the Green Water Pavilion had completely ceased to exist, only a few scattered timbers floating on the surface of the lake, and the stones that had sunk into the water, telling the story of the ultimate battle.

The boy held a piece of wood, swam to the shore with all his might. Exhausted, he fell asleep on his back, panting heavily, at this time, the sky had cleared, the sun was gradually rising, and the sun was shining on the boy, with a hint of warmth. After a while, he got up and accidentally saw his face through a puddle of water, and his eyes, which had been dark, had now turned to ashes......

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Shaolin Temple

It's noon.

The presiding master, Master Xinhu, had just led the disciples to finish their afternoon homework. At this time, it was the scorching sun, and except for the disciples on duty, everyone else went back to the meditation room to rest. So at this moment, the Shaolin Temple is in a state of tranquility.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old monk who took care of the Buddhist scriptures was sorting out the Buddhist scriptures that had been read by the monks and placed in confusion. The old monk sorted it out very carefully, as if he was afraid of a slight mistake or omission.

But he is too old, his eyes are dizzy, his hands are deaf and his hands are slow, his brain is sometimes unclear, and the whole person looks demented.

None of the disciples of the Shaolin Temple could tell how old he was and how long he had been in the Shaolin Temple's Scripture Pavilion. I vaguely remember that someone said in a conversation that when the abbot Master Xinhu had just been shaved, he had been guarding the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for many years, at that time, Master Xinhu was still a teenager and a novice, and now, Master Xinhu is in his sixties. So some people speculate that the old monk must be at least more than 100 years old.

At such an age, it can already be called Renrui. It is also a happy thing to have such a long-lived person Rui come to take care of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The old monk may have a Dharma name, but after so many years, no one can remember it. And the old monk himself seems to have forgotten his Dharma name. When the monks in the temple see the old monk, they will always call the old master to show respect.

He is so old that he always forgets many things, such as the monk who often comes to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to clean, and he always can't remember the monk's name.

But he remembered every scripture in the Pavilion so well that even if you put them all out of order, he would be able to find the original location of the scriptures and put them back in their place. This seems to be due to the fact that the long years of sorting out the scriptures have become an instinct of his own.

On a late autumn afternoon, the Pavilion is very quiet.

The old monk put a scripture book in front of his eyes, carefully recognized it for a long time, and then recognized the name on the cover of the scripture book clearly, nodded, this is a "Lengyan Sutra", and then trembled the old hand like a chicken claw, and put it on the bookshelf where it was originally located.

The old monk's movements were very slow, but he was very persistent. Each of the disorganized sutras will be carefully read and then returned to you.

But at this moment, two people wearing black cloaks and masks gradually surrounded him, one left and one right. And the old monk didn't seem to see them, and still stubbornly sorted out the scriptures.

Then, an abrupt voice sounded above the old monk's head: "Honest monk, you have been hiding for more than 80 years, do you still want to continue to hide?"

It was a deep woman's voice, also wearing a black cloak and a mask of waves on her face, standing on the roof beam above the old monk's head.

At this time, the other two black fighters had already begun to move slowly towards the old monk, and when they moved, there was no sound, and their bodies did not tremble when their feet moved, like two ghosts floating in the air.

The old monk may be too old, deaf and blind, and he is still indifferent to the three people who suddenly appeared at this time. Put the Lotus Sutra on the shelf, which you just read clearly.

The Wave Mask spoke again, and there was a strong coercion in his voice: "How long are you going to pretend in front of the deity?"

The old monk turned a deaf ear, what to do and what to continue to do, but there were words in his mouth, but the voice was too small and too indistinct for people to hear what he was saying.

The wave mask heard clearly, and the old monk said: "A corpse swimming in the water, dare to call the ancestor Daozun?"

Hearing him say this, Wave Mask snorted coldly, "It seems that you are not old and foolish. ”