"Senior brother's words are extremely reasonable, and I Haiqing will also go with me." Haiqing, who likes to be sad and sad in autumn, slowly stood up, "Put down the Shushan Sword Pavilion for the time being, and also remove the identity of Miss Wan'er's big guest, just look at the song "Poppy Beauty" and feel that this time I must go down the mountain, when is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past, Xiaolou had a spring breeze last night......"

He began to recite with emotion, Zhao Jianchen immediately held his ears, Chonglou Pi smiled but did not smile, Xia Lan frowned slightly, only the sweet potato closed his eyes, shook his head and followed Haiqing's rhythm, indulging in it.

The second senior brother Haiqing is sad and sad is a major feature, and he likes to chant poems against him, or reciting aloud in front of everyone's eyes, so this kind of problem comes, every time he sees the sunrise in the East China Sea, the moon sets in the West Mountain, the sycamore falls on the birds, and the old trees bloom, he inevitably has to quote the scriptures and recite a poem to help the fun.

This is not the crux of the problem, the key is Haiqing's vivid expression, vivid movements, and frustrated tone, it is really a bitter drama.

On the Shu Mountain, everyone suffers from it, and the suffering is unspeakable, as long as they see the signs of Haiqing chanting poetry, everyone must be smeared with oil under their feet, and they will run as far as they can.

But sweet potatoes are an exception, he not only loves to listen to the second senior brother reciting poems, but also often pesters the second senior brother to recite another poem, the second senior brother Haiqing finally found a like-minded person, on the edge of the rock mountain spring, the breeze is coming, the water waves are not exciting, the mountain spring dingdong, curling and whispering, Haiqing reciting, sweet potato listening, complementing each other, contrasting with each other.

Maybe the recitation is too engrossed, and the voice is too loud. The second senior brother's throat was broken, but the sweet potato did not give up and asked the second senior brother to read another poem, and Haiqing began to flee when he saw the sweet potato. The sweet potatoes are used to tossing on the mountain, copying the trail to intercept Haiqing, and sincerely and actively asking the second senior brother to come again. Haiqing hoarsely voiced, wanting to cry without tears: "Little junior brother, the second senior brother still wants to live for two more years, and I will read it to you when my voice is better, and I will rest for a few days." Take a break. ”

Waiting for Haiqing to finish reciting "Poppy Beauty", Zhao Jianchen stood up and waved his hand. At this time, it was time for the person in charge of the Shushan Sword Pavilion to come out and say a few words, but the breath of speaking had just come up. The second senior brother suddenly sighed: "Wait, I suddenly remembered another poem by Miss Wan'er, which is more appropriate." ”

"Shut up!" Zhao Jianchen drank suddenly, he couldn't stand Haiqing's appearance. I didn't take him, the master of the Shushan Sword Pavilion, to heart at all. Even the minimum dignity must be left to him, he groaned and calmed down: "Now on the Sword Pavilion, I, Zhao Jianchen, Chonglou, Haiqing, Xia Lan and sweet potatoes are going to go to the capital, I don't know you?"

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, the object of the question is naturally the left and right offerings, and now that everyone in the Sword Pavilion has reached an agreement, it depends on how the two heavyweights express their attitude.

The left and right worshippers nodded to each other. He said, "This matter is very important and needs to be discussed. Then the two of them walked to a remote place. One person drew a circle with one hand, and a noise barrier was unfurled, and the two whispered and argued fiercely.

Zhao Jianchen pursed his mouth and snorted coldly with disdain: "Hmph, when was the last time these two old men were like this?" Oh, I remember, it was the day Sima Qi went up the mountain. No one in the pavilion agreed, only the two old men insisted on Sima Qi going up the mountain, and what else did they say about the life and death of the Sword Pavilion, what was the result? It's not that it was put on a set by others, the grass and trees on the Sword Pavilion are flying, and the flowers are not fruitful, so they can only go to Xiliang to participate in the housework of other people, which almost destroyed Shushan and will never recover. I think the two old men will definitely not agree to go down the mountain this time, there is a saying, old and not dead is a thief, if these two old guys agree, I Zhao Jianchen will walk backwards in the future. ”

Sweet potatoes are also worried, the left and right offerings are not bad people, just put the sword pavilion in the first place, everything is considered from the sword pavilion first, this time the mountain and the ten dead people go down the mountain is the same, but it is different, although it is a personal will, but the people present have been closely related to the luck of the Shushan Sword Pavilion, going down the mountain is definitely not a person's business, the left and right offerings will be used to exchange the hundred years of life and death of the Shushan Sword Pavilion for a person's life? Hanging, very hanging.

Something suddenly shattered in the air, and the left and right worshippers came out of the barrier with a smile on their faces.

The sweet potato chuckled in his heart, and he had the same expression after the last time he finished the discussion.

"The old man and the two have discussed the results, at this time the Central Plains is in turmoil, and the luck of the capital is surging, if you go down the mountain, it must be a thankless chore, maybe the Shushan Sword Pavilion will be put in danger again, the two of us are old, we can't take risks, otherwise we won't have the face to see the ancestors of the past dynasties." The left and right worshippers said sincerely, and their faces were unbearable.

Zhao Jianchen rolled his eyes, with an expression that was expected by the pavilion master, these two old men must be bad.

"However, if you don't go down the mountain today, you won't have the face to see you when the time comes, and you won't be hated to death?" Zuo Fengfeng turned around, and said with a smile, "Shushan Sword Pavilion has stood for thousands of years, I don't know how many wind and rain it has experienced, the ancestor did not leave any legacy, at first I thought it was the ancestor master who was a master in the world, and disdained to leave a few words, but now it seems that the ancestor has long known the changes in heaven and earth, and knows that even if he leaves the wisdom of the truth, the changes in heaven and earth, there will always be a day when it is not applicable, not only will it not help the Sword Pavilion, but it will restrain the Sword Pavilion, so today the old man and the two will put down the Sword Pavilion for the time being, and be willful with you young people once. ”

After speaking, the left worshipper whispered in the ear of the right enshrinement, saying that this kind of bold words is indeed quite refreshing.

The sweet potato is a Wan'er sister on the left side of the Sword Pavilion, and a Wan'er sister on the right, proud of being able to call Wan'er a sister, and now she is even more self-proclaimed as a member of Wan'er's family, grateful for the left and right offerings: "Thank you for the offerings, the sweet potatoes have been thanked." ”

Zuo Xianfeng stretched out his hand and touched the sweet potato's head: "I have seen what I said, not to mention that I just heard what the pavilion master said and walked backwards." ”

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Jianchen again, waiting to watch the show.

Zhao Jianchen grinned, refused to admit it, and without waiting for the left and right offerings to be investigated, he lazily twisted his waist, took a step forward steadily, and said in a hypocritical tone: "Oh, the Shushan Sword Pavilion has not appeared in front of the world for a long time. It seems that everyone has forgotten that the head of the Sword Sect in the world is my Shu Mountain, and it seems that there is really a thousand miles of sword to take people's heads in this world. ”

Suddenly, the entire Shu Mountain was glorious. Countless sword qi overflowed and leaked, and then took a step forward, Zhao Jianchen stepped into the churning sea of clouds, step by step on the clouds one by one flowers and lotus flowers, his body was like flying, the clouds were swirling, and a sword rainbow crossed it. Like a bridge, rushing in the direction of Shangjing.

The left and right worshippers glanced at each other, and the big sleeves fluttered like a fairy descending to earth. There seemed to be a staircase between heaven and earth that no one else could see unfold before the two of them, and the two of them climbed the stairs and walked away with a smile.

After that, Xia Lan's sword eyebrows flew. Stretching out his hand towards the sword mountain, he made a move. A sword with a righteous spirit soaring into the sky roared softly, circled in front of him for three weeks, and then took the lead, and the person flew with the sword, and disappeared in an instant.

Then there are Chonglou and Haiqing, one person stepped on a sword, one person held a sword, and flew away in the air. The main clothes of the seven major arrays are fluttering, and they are like immortals. Seven people and seven swords went away with the wind, and the indescribable freehand was romantic.

In the end, the sweet potato stuffed the "Three Character Sutra" in his hand into his arms, and the ten thousand swords on the sword mountain roared lightly, eager to try, and walked straight to the top of the sword mountain, where the Nine Dragons Xuanyuan Sword surrounded by the ancient and natural sword qi trembled.

The sweet potato held the hilt of the sword with both hands, countless sword qi surged upwards from the bottom of the sword mountain, and a gust of wind blew on the entire sword mountain for no reason, blowing through the mountain stream trees, blowing through the house waterfall, and the thirteen lucky lotus flowers in the lotus pond swayed with the wind, exuding bursts of lotus fragrance, and finally gathered to the top of the sword mountain.

Suddenly, a deep voice, the sweet potato held the sword pavilion treasure in his hand, surrounded by purple gas, a clear view, faintly the sound of the tiger roaring and the dragon's groan, suddenly moved, the Nine Dragons Xuanyuan Sword felt the sweet potato's mind, a sword soared into the sky, and the thick breath like a tree trunk went straight to the sky, stirring the flow of the sea of clouds in the sky, forming a huge whirlpool.

Zhao Jianchen, who flew far away from the Shushan Sword Pavilion, turned his head and chuckled: "Heh, I really know how to choose the right time, and I actually chose to enter the Sword Saint at this juncture." ”

The next moment, Jiulong Xuanyuan Sword felt the sweet potato's heart, and flew out from the top of the sword mountain, the speed was as fast as a meteor crossing the sky, the waves were magnificent, and then circled the Sword Pavilion for three weeks, and flew up to the capital with the sweet potato.

The sweet potato held the hilt of the sword tightly, closed his eyes tightly, did not dare to look down, and shouted: "No, I'm afraid of heights!" ”

Dozens of colorful bright lines were drawn in the sky, starting from the Sword Mountain of the Sword Pavilion of Xishu, until the Xuanwu Gate of the capital city, spanning six thousand miles, the world knew that there were really immortals in the world.

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North of Shangjing, 500 li, south of Weishui, 300 li.

A convoy walked slowly, the convoy was dressed in Hun costumes, with curved scimitars wrapped around their waists, and in the center of the convoy, a Central Plains carriage was embraced among them.

At this time, the convoy was being repaired, Chen Nuonuo walked down from the carriage, she saw the clues from the documents of the Zhenbei Army, the general laid off the Zhenbei Army, the purpose was to complete his work, break through the capital in one fell swoop, and then reorganize the Zhenbei Army, or let the retired Zhenbei Army stay in their hometown, entrust them with heavy responsibilities, and become the cornerstone and vital force for the establishment of a perfect world.

With good intentions, Chen Nuonuo was very moved, and she couldn't bear it, but in the dark, she had a strange feeling, feeling that Lin Wan'er would not agree with the general's actions, she believed in Lin Wan'er, so she asked Zero Zero-Seven to return to the capital in advance and told the prime minister to take strict precautions.

National Master Allati stepped on the ground barefoot, looked at the brilliance of the capital, shook his head and sighed, walked to Chen Nuonuo's side, and folded his hands: "Miss Chen, the poor monk now believes what Miss Chen said that day, and the general does have plans to capture the capital." ”

Chen Nuonuo, who doesn't practice martial arts, can't see the brilliance of Shangjing, and she doesn't know about the violent death of Chen Xian, a scholar, her heart has always been worried and not calm, and she always feels that something big has happened in Shangjing: "National Teacher, in fact, the Zuo Tent Wang Ting doesn't have to appear in Shangjing, and he doesn't have to wade into this troubled water." ”

Allati shook his head: "It's not a secret, the poor monk followed Miss Chen south, there are two reasons, one is personal reasons, the khan is young, pure and kind-hearted, but in recent years, there is more arrogance and violence in his temperament. After Khan saw Miss Chen, he had a concern in his heart, a thought, and a change in his temperament recently, this is the power of the young man's ignorant love, which is very valuable, and just like Miss Wan'er once told the old man, love is the purest. Second, it is for official business, if as Miss Chen speculated, after the general captured Shangjing, he wanted to establish a country that unified the country, then the Left Tent Royal Court would definitely not exist, with the determination and talent of the general, the Left Tent Royal Court would perish, so Lao Qu should also go south for the survival of the Left Tent Royal Court. ”

Chen Nuonuo smiled, tightened his clothes, and asked an irrelevant question: "I heard that the master once traveled thousands of miles west when he was young, went to meet the true Buddha, and saw the Buddha in the sky between life and death, and achieved the heart of the Buddha in the flesh, I don't know if it's true or not?" ”

Allati smiled, freezing in the cold and barefoot without feeling cold, and replied: "False, this person has the most people in the world, so there are people everywhere, where do you get any real Buddhas." The old man's body is flesh, and his heart is also flesh. ”

"Then why doesn't the master feel cold barefoot?" Chen Nuonuo asked a foolish question that Lin Wan'er would only be interested in asking, Lin Wan'er was familiar with this kind of question, for example, he once asked the left and right offerings Are you not in a hurry, don't you need to go to the toilet, so that the two immortal bones add up to the old fairy who is more than a hundred years old with red faces, and he doesn't know how to answer.

Allati knows everything, and his words are endless: "When I was a child, my family was poor, I couldn't afford to wear shoes, and when I grew up, I became a monk because I couldn't eat enough and didn't wear enough clothes, and in the eyes of the poor monks, the general said that everyone has clothes, everyone has food, everywhere food and clothing, and everywhere is uneven Dacheng world, even in Western classics, I have never read it, but it is indeed more desirable than the so-called Western Elysium, but because it is too beautiful and unrealistic, the road to that perfect world must be more bumpy, and the people of the world can bear it. But the old man admired the general. ”

"Listening to the master's tone, it seems that he doesn't believe in the afterlife that the Buddhists say?" Chen Nuonuo asked.

"Naturally, I don't believe that after a person dies, it is just a handful of loess and returns to nothingness, how can there be any afterlife in this life, which is used by Buddhists to appease people's hearts." Allati replied softly. (To be continued.) )