Nanliang, Jianzong, Jianshan.

The sound of grinding swords has been resounding in Jianshan for more than ten years, Jianshan stands majestically and erect, and there are thousands of swords on it, the sect leader Zhao Dunhuang is not in a hurry, he has been patiently sharpening his sword, he is not fast when he sharpens his sword, but he is stable in victory, several sword sect masters are all handsome in the world, swordsmanship is supernatural, but there is no such patience as Zhao Dunhuang, and it is his responsibility to grind all the swords in Jianshan.

The last time Zhao Dunhuang went down to Jianshan was fourteen years ago, the world had just been set, south of the river, Jiankang was set in the south of the Southern Liang Dynasty, Zhan and Lin entered the palace, Chen Jianye and Chen Shixiu's brotherhood began to have an estrangement, Zhang Shenggu entered Jiankang to sit in the palace sword array, Zhan Tianyou led the army to southern Xinjiang to pacify the 100,000 barbarian domain, at that time the first emperor had not yet built the Tianji Pavilion, a very small thing happened in the Southern Liang Sword Sect, Zhao Dunhuang abruptly went down the mountain, hurried, when he came back, in addition to a body of blood, he also held a child in his arms, this child is Zhao Yi, the closed disciple of the future sword sect master。

Everyone in the world knows that the poetry and sword fairy fight with people, and never see blood, even if the time when Huang Chunfeng was blocked from climbing the sword mountain, there was no blood, and that time down the mountain was the only time the poetry and sword fairy saw blood, as for Zhao Yi's life experience, no one knows, the old people of the Sword Sect want to maintain the purity of the inheritance of the Sword Sect, and do not want a child of unknown origin to enter the Sword Sect, although Zhang Shenggu is not surnamed Zhao, but the blood of the Zhao family flows in his body, so he can be a big offering. Zhao Dunhuang listened, was silent, and then began to beat people, to the death, and finally the old people lay on the ground, and Zhao Yi entered the Sword Sect.

Zhao Dunhuang specially reminded everyone that Zhao Yi's Zhao is his Zhao Dunhuang's foreign surname Zhao, not your Southern Liang Sword Sect's inner sect Zhao.

Now Zhao Yi can gain a foothold in the Sword Sect, on the one hand, he has the protection of Zhao Dunhuang, on the other hand, Zhao Yi is indeed smart, and his swordsmanship talent is still above Zhang Shenggu and Zhao Xingtu, and the new generation of Sword Sect disciples have no shackles of the previous sect inheritance, and this is inseparable from Kong Xitang's education over the years: "All people are created equal." ”

Zhao Dunhuang held the last sword of Sword Mountain in his hand, and looked up at Zhao Yi: "Go, bring a bucket of water, go one hundred and a half ninety, do things from the beginning to the end, and this last sword can't be careless." ”

Zhao Yi snorted, got up and carried the bucket, and went to the stream between the sword mountains to carry water, although he was a closed disciple of the poetry and sword immortal, but Zhao Dunhuang never taught Zhao Yi to practice swords, only let him carry water and listen to the sound of sharpening the sword.

Zhao Dunhuang squatted on the mountain rock, using the last iron sword of Jianshan to dig open the soil in front of him, and the three ripe sweet potatoes were steaming and ripe.

The sword mountain is magnetic, with tens of millions of sharp swords on it, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, all of which are led to the ground, so after digging three feet into the ground, it is steaming and can roast sweet potatoes.

Reaching out and picking up a piece of sweet potato, he tore open a piece of sweet potato skin, revealing the red sweet potato flesh, Zhao Dunhuang lowered his head and took a bite: "Come out, you still think that you are the former Kong Xitang, breathing as heavy as a cow, just a waste." ”

Kong Xitang appeared, stretched out an index finger and scratched his black and white hair: "If Lao Tzu was still at his peak, he would have been fighting each other a long time ago." ”

"Peak? Hey, I don't care about Peak. Zhao Dunhuang kicked another piece of sweet potato to Kong Xitang's feet.

"I don't eat this thing, and now I'm on my health, and I'm going to live a few more years. Kong Xitang said.

"Don't be ashamed, that bit of is known to the Sword Sect, so let's remember it." ”

Kong Xitang laughed, I didn't expect things to be so big.

In the past, although Dean Kong San knew the reputation of the lascivious Sword Sect, he was just polite, and his words were frivolous, but he behaved in a regular manner, and there was a suspicion that he could not let go, after the first battle of Dajiang, his cultivation was in vain, but it made Dean Kong San go faster and faster on the road of wandering, and went farther and farther, and in just a few days, he had already provoked several female disciples of the Sword Sect, and it was to the point of comparing the sword to determine life and death, and fighting for Kong Lang.

Kong Xitang, who wanted to maintain his health, saw that Zhao Dunhuang was eating well, and the greedy insects went to his brain, squatted down and gnawed on it.

"Out of breath, a stupid look like a starving ghost!" Zhao Dunhuang scolded, pulling the last piece of sweet potato in his direction, Kong Xitang was greedy and lazy, not caring about the feelings of others, just asking for his own comfort, and this last piece should be left to Zhao Yi.

Kong Xitang devoured it, swallowed a piece of sweet potato into his stomach, and licked his fingers: " Don't talk to you, let's be serious, Chen Shixiu let you go north this time, on the surface, it is to seek justice from the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and give an explanation to the ministers who died in the hands of Chu Renfeng above the court, in fact, it is intended to weaken the strength of the Sword Sect, winning, naturally it is good, the war between the Southern Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty may not be fought, defeated, the huge and friendless Sword Sect is tantamount to losing most of it, and it is also a happy event for Chen Shixiu, Shenggu is gone, Zhao Kuofei died in the hands of Li Yuanying, if the poetry and sword immortal are gone, the Sword Sect will be useless, there is no need to worry, plus Xingtu and Wufeng have not yet climbed to the peak, and the Sword Sect's right to speak above the court is not as important as before。 Chen Shixiu is not Chen Jianye, the latter is kind-hearted and takes into account the overall situation, Chen Shixiu can't tolerate the existence of uncontrollable forces like the Sage Academy and the Southern Liang Sword Sect, seeing Zhan Tianyou's fate, it is miserable enough, and the Zhan family has become a family that cannot leave a name in the history books. Chen Shixiu wants to be inside and outside, grasping with both hands, and both hands are still grasping every drop, which is not simple. ”

"Salty and don't worry about it, why are you extremely talented, but you can't compare to me? Zhao Dunhuang shook his head and said, and also finished eating the sweet potato in his hand.

"Damn, give you a good talk, you talk nonsense, okay, just your poetry and sword immortal!" Kong Xitang said in annoyance, he suddenly grabbed Zhao Dunhuang's arm: "If you are defeated, the Sword Sect will have no place to live, what should I do?"

Zhao Dunhuang looked at the southeast direction, and then looked at the northwest direction: "The southeast can't go to the sea to escape, one by one is afraid of water, then please take the Sword Sect up to the northwest place." ”

Kong Xitang nodded: "I still hope you can win." He looked at Zhao Yi, who was carrying a bucket on the mountain path: "Don't disturb your master and apprentice." ”

After speaking, he turned around and left, Zhao Yi put the bucket on the ground with a snort, and vaguely saw Kong Xitang's clothes swinging corners, the senior sisters on the mountain all liked him, but Zhao Yi didn't like it, and felt that the third dean from the Sage Academy was so annoying.

Zhao Dunhuang put the last iron sword on the sword mountain on the sword grinding stone, scooped the water and fell on the sword body, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and followed the sword body with two fingers in the other hand, and the sound of grinding the sword resounded throughout the sword mountain.

Zhao Yi side by side legs, sitting on a rock, carefully tearing the sweet potato skin, while eating melons while listening to the sound of grinding the sword, in the ears of others, it is just the sound of grinding the sword, in Zhao Yi's ears, the sound of grinding the sword seems to draw a splendid mountain and river between heaven and earth, there are mountains, water, birds, flowers in that picture, there are clear springs and flowing water coming out of the spring, there are white clouds gently floating in the blue sky, there are butterflies dancing from the flowers, there are white rabbits jumping out of the grass, and there are tender green grass poking out of the cracks in the stones...... There are also stormy waves coming all over the world, wind, snow and rain paving the surface, and there are cold pools that are cold, exhaling into frost, and cold mountains standing tall and steep like walls......

The sect master has never come down the mountain, why can he see so many views?

The last sword grinding ended, the sword qi on the sword mountain was vertical and horizontal, like a dragon flying, ten thousand swords jumped at the same time, and then fell together, Zhao Dunhuang threw it casually, and the sharp sword shot and swirled, firmly inserted into the sword mountain, and submerged into it.

Zhao Dunhuang washed his hands in the wooden barrel, wiped the sweat on his brows, and looked up at the black and pressed Sword Mountain, as if the old farmer was admiring the rice fields he cultivated:" One by one, practice swords to be patient, someone told the sect master before, ordinary masters may really have to look at diligence, but the real peak of the world is still talent, this matter is like a dark cloud in the heart of the sect master, depressed haze, can not be forgotten for a long time, because the sect master is not talented, can only bury his head in learning the sword, day after day, year after year, and then Huang Chunfeng climbed the mountain, the sect master knew that the original sect master was not bad. From this point of view, it is more important to be diligent and patient. ”

Zhao Yi nodded heavily, and ate half of the sweet potato in his hand.

Zhao Dunhuang stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhao Yi's head: "The sect wants to go out of the mountain to do something." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Take a trip north. Zhao Dunhuang slowly walked down the mountain: "After coming back, the sect master took them one by one to travel the world, eat fragrant and drink spicy, and take a good look at the scenery of the world." ”

Zhao Yi looked at Shi Jianxian's back, suddenly stood up, and shouted loudly: "Sect Master, are you Zhao Yi's father?"

Zhao Dunhuang, who was stepping away, suddenly stopped, did not look back, and lowered his shoulders: "I'm sorry, one by one, the sect master is not your father." ”

Zhao Yi couldn't control his tears, his face was full of tears, and he roared: "No, the sect master is my father, that is!"

Zhao Dunhuang, who was like a farmer, turned his head and showed a bright smile: "Is it so important? ”

"So what's important?"

"Happy. Zhao Dunhuang said as a matter of course: "One by one, it is the sect master's fault that he raised you as a boy, look at the current emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, women have been disguised as men for many years, and it is quite pitiful, you don't have to hate the sect master, because the sect master is really inexperienced and doesn't know how to teach you." In the future, if you meet a man you love, the sect master will check for you, and you must also keep a hand, don't hand over your body and mind in one go. Although the suzerain is a man, the suzerain knows a truth, man, there is no such thing as a good thing, remember, remember. ”

Zhao Yi burst into tears and smiled, and in the night, he revealed a woman's style that had not yet grown.

In the mountain wind of Sword Mountain, Zhao Dunhuang disappeared.

The sect master of the Southern Liang Sword Sect, the three peerless poetry sword immortals, quietly went north.

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Nanliang, Sage Academy.

Kong Junci stood in front of the academy in a green coat, looked up at the door plaque of the Sage Academy, and went back and forth several times.

In the early years, it was Kong Weiting who stood here, breaking the great array of the academy, and later the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty entered the academy and went to the small building of the back hall to worship, and the last turmoil in the academy was a battle on the river, Kong Xitang used the large array, and finally cut off the contact by himself and went to the Sword Sect.

Everyone in the academy knows that it is the will of Dean Kong San, who is benevolent and righteous to the academy, and does not want to be implicated anymore, Kong Junci is half happy and half disappointed about this, and can let go of everything and live the life he likes, Xitang has great courage and envy.

Kong He brought the holy decree from Jiankang City, and then returned to Jiankang City, and the brothers and sisters shared the honor and disgrace, Kong Jun porcelain will always think of the year, Kong Mo, Kong Jun porcelain, Kong Xitang and Kong Dao Buddha, also used to be like them, but I don't know when it started, the four began to be estranged, the title of Kong Mo became the Holy Father, he was on the front line of the river, Xitang stayed in Nanliang Jianzong all the year round, and the Taoist Buddha was in Jiankang City, the center of power.

"Jun porcelain, this time to the north, different from the past, be careful in everything. Kong Mo on the side said.

"The Holy Father is too worried, if Kong Junci goes alone, maybe there is really no return, but this time there are also poetry and sword immortals, and the Hun God of War rushed together, even if the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty is unparalleled in the world, it is difficult to live. Kong Junci said.

"If you can keep that woman alive, let her live. Kong Mo said that since the hole herring came back from the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Southern Liang Yan Shenggong has changed a lot.

Kong Junci smiled bitterly: "With that woman's heart, there should only be an ending of life and death for you, if you can't kill others, she won't survive." ”

Kong Mo sighed, and the sound of reading aloud came from the academy behind him: "I used to think that Yuelu Academy was only studying for reading, not seeking to help the world and share worries for the people, it was a wrong road, but now it seems that they may be right, and the Sage Academy has taken a crooked path." ”

"The Holy Father's words are biased, for many years, the Sage Academy has taught and educated people, and has cultivated many talents, which cannot be generalized. ”

"It has also cultivated people like She Yu. ”

Kong Junci kept silent, She Yu is ambitious, sees things thoroughly, has forbearance and maturity that does not fit his age, the key is that this person's values are unique and unprecedented, since entering Jiankang City, he seems to have several rebellious behaviors, there seem to be traces behind it, insisting on a bottom line, but the world can't see it, can't figure out what this bottom line is.

The second dean of the academy threw away his thoughts and slowly turned his head, Kong Qingyu peeked not far away, only revealing his head, and he opened his mouth and said to Kong Mo: Holy Father, "Qingyu asked about something today, he asked people if they did something wrong, can they be forgiven?"

Kong Mo struggled to pull the wheels of the wheelchair, forcibly twisted it, and beckoned to Kong Qingyu, who twisted and squeezed in front of Kong Mo and shouted: "Father-in-law." ”

Kong Mo smiled and grabbed Kong Qingyu's hands: "Qingyu, people are not sages, who can do nothing, everyone will make mistakes, after people make mistakes, they can be forgiven if they have the heart to repent." ”

Kong Qingyu nodded, cried out, threw himself into Kong Mo's arms, and cried: "Father-in-law, the herring is wrong, the herring is wrong, the herring is really wrong!"

Kong Mo often exhaled and touched Kong Qingyu's head: "It's okay, it's okay......"

Seeing this scene, Kong Junci smiled with relief, nodded at Kong Mo, and stepped north.