Xie Mansion is a literati ancestral property, most of the scenery can not escape the pine crane peach willow of high noble interest, a total of three into the courtyard, the first one into the net is some mountain stone scenery, around the house gate carved with pine crane Changming bluestone wall to shine on the wall, is a half-moon shaped goldfish pond, the good Kuanglu Mountain strange stone is piled up in the pool, nourished by the water waves to let the swimming fish rippling, a weeping willow on the shore hangs low, a whole in the early spring of the whole courtyard weeping willow fluffy, catkins like cotton, casually sprinkle a handful of bait can see more than 100 koi tumbling to stack the rippling scenery of water waves.

Along the verandah, you can go to the second courtyard, on weekdays, the Xie family master Xie Wuliang does not like to walk around and no guests to visit, the east and west wings are almost some servants' residences, to the third entry, it is the deep garden where the Xie family master lives.

According to ordinary people, the main room where the old lady lives is the most luxurious, but the Xie Mansion is very different, the furnishings in the main room are extremely simple, there are no treasures and no paintings, if you just look at this room, you feel that it is very inconsistent with this courtyard, a cage of wooden bed, a square table, two chairs and stools, a celadon bowl, a dilapidated oil lamp accompanied Xie Wuliang for ten years, there is a wooden table in the northeast corner of the room, three supporting lamps on the table, in the middle is a wooden spiritual seat written in cinnabar, on the spiritual seat' Xie Chang's three big characters are brushed and swayed wantonly, on the left and right sides are a broken knife, a bloody green coat on the tray, and it is quiet and tight on weekdays, except for the housekeeper Xie Zhong and the servants are not allowed to enter the yard.

Xie Wuliang took the old monk who he hadn't seen for many years into the main room, picked up the celadon bowl lid on the square table, took a shallow sip of the clouds and mist on the top of the Luding that only Kuanglu Mountain has, and said, "I have a teacup all year round, you should be thirsty first." ”

The sloppy monk Ji Rong shook the wine gourd that the butler had just sent, and said disdainfully: "Monk, I walked two thousand miles here to drink, who rarely has that bitter thing." After speaking, he looked at the furnishings in the house, grinned and said, "You are almost the same as a monk on the outside." ”

Xie Wuliang said indifferently: "Those vulgar things, I am upset when I see too much. ”

Ji Rong's eyes fell on the spiritual position in the corner, nodded and said: "When you get old and say something clear, Xie Wuliang, who used to love chasing fame and fortune the most, is finally relieved, has it been ten years?"

"Ten years. ”

Ji Rong looked at the name on the tablet, and said in a very light tone: "You have been with this child in this quiet room for ten years. ”

Xie Wuliang smiled indifferently: "Well, I didn't have time to accompany him before, so let's accompany him more now." ”

On the right side of the spiritual position is a simple broken knife, the black handle is engraved with a bright golden tiger head, the eyes of the tiger head are inlaid with two crimson chalcedony stones scattered with deep meaning, the blade is three inches wide, the spine is half an inch thick, the whole body is bright silver, only the blade has a faint gold, the original four-foot-long Huo Liang blade was shattered into two by a huge force, and now only half is left on the table, although it is half a two-foot broken knife, you can still feel the chill on the blade.

Ji Rong looked at the broken knife and thought far away, thinking about the dilapidated appearance of the Yangping knife that was famous all over the world, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Why didn't you get all the knives back?"

Xie Wuliang looked at the half of the Yangping knife and sighed: "Half is enough, leave a thought." ”

"Where's the burial?"

Xie Wuliang's eyes flashed with brilliance and said: "On Kuanglu Mountain, this kid liked the scenery of Kuanglu Mountain when he was born, I found him a place next to Sandi Spring to look up and have trees to open his eyes to see the water, the scenery is really good." ”

Ji Rong smiled dumbly when he heard this, and the shadow of the stubborn young man in Tsing Yi walking away with a knife flashed frequently in his mind, and sighed: "It's a pity." ”

Xie Wuliang said with relief: "What's the pity, how many people are still buried behind that tower in this world and can't be reunited." ”

Ji Rong shook his head and smiled: "You really want to open it." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and there was no bitterness or relief in their smiles.

The drunken monk Jirong raised his head and drank a sip of white water glutinous water that had been absent for ten years, and suddenly thought: "It's been more than ten years, your old thing is unparalleled in the world except for that one-handed knife technique, and this wine-making technique is also unparalleled, but the monk's taste can rise, and the Xiang boy who is fighting with my apprentice, the bamboo alcohol brewed by his old boy is not worse than your white water glutinous, you are afraid that you will not be able to drink it." ”

Xie Wuliang said dumbly: "When did you, a monk, have a problem eating pots and pots?"

Ji Rong raised his eyebrows, and said hesitantly: "Hey, the old thing is narrow-minded, and no one is allowed to comment a few words?"

As its name suggests, the entrance is soft and the lower abdomen is warm, but the aftertaste is extremely turbulent and majestic, which is Xie Wuliang's unique method, which is completely different from the bamboo alcohol brewed by the old man of the Xiang family, one is soft and then thick, and the other is strong and then soft, which is a rare wine in the world.

Xie Wuliang didn't want to mess with the old monk, and suddenly said: "How good the disciples taught by the drunken monk and the white-clothed Wensheng should be. ”

The old monk Jirong blew his beard and was full of indignation when he heard this, and scolded: "Excellent fart, I won't be angry when a bastard boy mentions him, by the way, what about your bullshit son?"

Xie Wuliang shook his head slightly and said: "No news, I didn't have time to take care of that when I received the news of Geng'er's death, I have sent several letters one after another in the past few years and there has been no reply." ”

The old monk Ji Rong said angrily: "It's all fucking bastards." ”

Regarding Ji Rong's childish temper, Xie Wuliang was extremely helpless and asked, "You walked two thousand miles just for this wine?"

Ji Rong glared and said, "What?

Xie Wuliang scolded: "Like a fart." ”

"Hey, old thing. ”

"There's a fart. ”

The old monk Jirong finally stopped frolicking, and said: "Qingcheng, it was taken away." ”

Xie Wuliang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a chuckle, and said with a desolate voice: "This is really the news I want to hear, and I can't hear any of the things I don't want to hear, and who can't stand the magic sword bewitchment this time and take the sword in the hands of the Dingyi monk in the face of the world's disapproval?"

Xie Wuliang's calm eyes were stunned, twenty years ago, a pair of twin brothers from Xishu moved the world, the eldest brother Xie Wuliang single-handedly sword skills are unparalleled in the world, and the younger brother Xie Wuliang has been a late bloomer for thirty years of hard work to understand the sword intent, and for a time there is no one in the world to reverse the edge of the two, just because of a three-foot long sword, Xie Wuxian, who had an epiphany of the sword intent, fell into the devil's way, and took pleasure in slaughtering living beings and killing people's lives。

Five years later, Tianjiao swordsman Xie Chang is more famous for a Yangping knife, at the age of twenty-two he is well versed in the essence of martial arts, and he will return to the Yuan after enlightenment, Xie Chang has entered the Guiyuan realm for three years without sleep just to chase the ultimate in martial arts, a single knife asks the east and west to cut the Buddha Qi Ding Taishan foot in the North Sea, depending on the world's heroes like grass mustard, see tens of millions of martial artists as ants, cut off the gold list of Sanssono Fang with a knife, drunk and take the face of the owner of the Fenglou, but who knows, that generation of Tianjiao died at the age of only twenty-seven.

Knowing that the only son died, Xie Wuliang, who was originally in charge of the world's martial arts bull's ear, was depressed in his heart, and almost went mad into the deep mountains, although he left a life, but the realm retreated, and the threshold that had already touched that layer of ethereal collapsed and disappeared, and after recovering the remains of the only son's relics, he lived in seclusion here, accompanied by the relics of his only son all day long, and rarely talked to people.

Pathetic, lamentable.

Let you move mountains and reclaim the sea, let you slaughter gods and kill Buddhas.

Let you overwhelm Wanfu, let you be the world's edge.

Twenty years ago, the Xie family brothers, who were famous all over the world, came to a desperate end.

For a long time, Xie Wuliang, who has been a veteran for ten years, has been thinking about it for a long time, and in his mind, his younger brother Xie Wuxian has been bald overnight because of the three-foot light city, and the stubborn back of his only son Xie Chang is even more staggered and overlapping in a green shirt and holding a knife down the mountain.

Xie Wuliang is ten years older than Ji Rong, when Ji Rong was twenty years old, he was far from being as dirty as this, and he was still a delicate novice and met Xie Wuliang, a middle-aged swordsman who had not yet attained the Tao, the two fought martial arts first, then fought wine, and finally quarreled, Ji Rong lost a punch, won a pot, and scolded the street as a tie, and now a drunken monk, a Xie family sword saint has become an old man over half a hundred years old, and he has changed from a handsome monk with a beautiful face to a dirty crazy monk now, that Xie family sword saint has also experienced the ups and downs of life, and has become a desolate old man from the leader of the martial arts for thirty years, and he can't say the desolate meaning in his heart。

The old monk Ji Rong simply stopped thinking about it, shook his head and said: "He is a young offspring, but his understanding is a little similar." The old monk remembered the monstrous thunder in Saibei Deserted Village twenty years ago, and said with palpitations, "It's strange to say, the scrap copper and rotten iron are very evil, twenty years ago, I saw with my own eyes that the old road of Wudang Niubi attracted the Nine Heavens Xuanlei, and the monstrous thunder was unscathed after that, and it became more and more powerful, what a fucking evil door." ”

Xie Wuliang came back to his senses from deep thought, and chuckled: "That Qingcheng Sword was forged by Lingshan Pu Bingsheng with meteoric iron from outside the sky a hundred years ago, and hundreds of spirit beasts were taken to sacrifice to the spirit, so that it has such a fierce spirituality, it is not a mundane thing in this world, how can it be so easy to destroy? The old man remembered, that Pu Bingsheng only had one son, and he did not learn the magic forging method of the Bing Sheng, but inherited a gun intent, and the Pu family's son, Pu Jiuxin, took the Lingshan cold iron to forge the Tinghan spear, and was not also hidden by your old bald donkey. ”

The drunken monk Ji Rong glared at the old face and said, "Phew, what is not hidden, the monk is open and honest." ”

"It doesn't matter, after the Tinghan spear was cut off by that person, there is no previous aura. ”

"That's you ordinary people who are clumsy, and you monks are still rare divine soldiers in the world. ”

Xie Wuliang ignored the monk and said to himself: "But this world has not been out of the Yusheng Realm for three hundred years, and the old Wudang Taoist Fu Cuntian is the closest to the Yusheng Realm, and now after his death, this Wudang is afraid that it is no match for Zhengtianguan." ”

Ji Rong shook his head and said, "Maybe, isn't Wang Sijiu still alive?"

Xie Wuliang thought about the old man who also liked winemaking, and bowed his head slightly, but did not speak.

"Okay, this trip is not in vain, the wine is drunk, you old thing is still alive, it's time to go. The drunken monk Jirong shook the wine gourd in his hand and said with a grin.

Xie Wuliang stroked his beard and asked with a laugh: "The world says that you are a madman, are you crazy or not?"

The drunken monk Jirong stood up, took his hands and didn't look back, and said heartily: "Let's go, I can't understand the reason with you old thing." ”

The drunken monk Jirong walked out of the main room, swaying his body and walking out, seeing that he was about to go out of the arch of the courtyard of the third entrance, there was a lazy voice:

"Everyone laughs at me for being crazy, why worry about wine and not being an immortal. ”