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"Who's there?" An old man's voice came from the mountains, and it sounded far away.

"Wenxiangtang Shen Zemaki is playing today, and I don't know if he disturbed the hermit in the mountains, it was rude to choose Maki." Shen Zemaki was the Mr. Yamanaka that Ling Jue was talking about, so he bowed in the direction where the voice came from and said slowly.

Jueshu on the side saw that Shen Zemao had changed all of a sudden, so he also became serious, straightened his clothes and hat, and bowed honestly in the direction of Shen Zema's bow.

I saw an old man in his fifties walking slowly on the mountain path, who seemed to be about the same age as Wen Yan. He was dressed in plain clothes, and there was a bamboo basket full of herbs on his back. Jueshu looked at this person's appearance, and thought to himself that he was a master in the world, but an old man picking herbs. Look at that Shen Zemai is still respectful.

"Young master, are you mistaken, where is this master?" Jueshu pulled Shen Zema's sleeve and whispered.

"This person should be a person who understands pharmacology, even if he is not a master, and I should talk to him." Shen Zezhen seemed to believe that this person was not ordinary.

"Pharmacology, Dr. Wang was born in a doctor's family, you can just talk to him." Jueshu muttered, touched his head and looked at the man again.

"He's right." The person who collected the medicine pointed to Jueshu and signaled that Shen Zezhen should not waste any effort, and it was better to go back early.

"Look, he's all said, let's go back, young master." Jueshu was already a little impatient, crying and clamoring to go back.

"Sir, I just want to ask, does Mr. know the Jisang swordsmanship?" Shen Zezhen took a step forward and asked.

"Young master, how can you tell such people about the swordsmanship used by Madame?" Jueshu blocked. But Shen Zezhen shook off his hand and took a few steps forward, getting closer to the old man. But he didn't mean to be timid.

"I'm just an old man in the mountains, I don't know what this Sana Sang swordsmanship is." The old man laughed, stroked his beard again, and turned to go up the hill.

"Sir, I have made up my mind to ask today, so naturally I won't go back easily." Shen Zezhen took three steps and made two steps to follow, Jueshu hesitated for a while, and then followed.

"Understand? There are so many people in the world who want to ask and understand, not everyone gets their wish, and some people don't blink their eyes until they die, that's the truth. The old man quipped.

"Then I want not to be the one who dies and doesn't look blind, and when the king of Yama comes to collect me, I will be clear, I won't ask a word, just follow, if Mr. solves my doubts today, it won't save a lot of effort for black and white impermanence." Shen Zezhen also followed him.

"Hey, you're funny young man."

"Is that gentleman willing to answer my questions?"

"I am a reclusive in the mountains, and the world has nothing to do with me, and if you want to ask these things, then I will not and cannot answer them for you."

"Sir, you will be able to solve my problem."

"Oh, is it? Let's hear about it, or what kind of swordsmanship is it? ”

"No, I want to ask if a Mr. Wen came to visit with a person named Lingjue a few days ago, and Mr. gave Lingjue a book of swordsmanship?"

When the old man heard this, he turned and looked at him in amazement.

"Yes, do you want it too?"

"It's not really, it's just that after I read the sword book, I felt that half of the swordsmanship used by my mother was exactly the same, so I came to ask."

"Your mother?"

"Yes, Shen Yunmei is my mother's name."

The old man seemed to have heard some bad news or something unbelievable, and he was stunned for a long time, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

"Sir." Shen Zezhen was also deeply puzzled.

The old man woke up as if from a dream, startled for a moment, and then fell silent again.

"Sir, do you know my mother?"

And ...... I don't know. ”

"And what is this, sir?"

"Your mother's name bears a slight resemblance to an old acquaintance of mine, and when you say it, it reminds me of an old man." The old man's eyes flickered, and he didn't seem to have settled down. Jueshu secretly laughed in his heart, saying that he was a master, but he was just a coward. I'm afraid that I did something unseemly before to hide here.

"Oh, I see."

"By the way, young man, what kind of swordsmanship did you just say your mother practiced?"

"Jisang swordsmanship."

The old man thought for a moment, a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then sighed again. asked Shen Zezhen to be confused.

"Jisang swordsmanship, the set of swords I gave to Lingjue may be a person who wants to build momentum and stole some swordsmanship around and wrote it, but I think it's a rarity, you tell Lingjue, don't practice it, throw it away."

"Throw it away, sir, I see that the sword book is very well written, and there are many swordsmanship refinements, which are above my mother's swordsmanship, and my mother's swordsmanship is more blunt in comparison, but it looks like it was copied from someone else." Shen Zemei originally knew that the Jisang swordsmanship used by Shen Yunmei was originally based on others, but Shen Yunmei often said that the swordsmanship was taught to her by a master, but the master was gone, so she had to add some to it herself and make up the Jisang swordsmanship.

Shen Zeqian usually looked sad when he heard his mother talk about this person, so he thought that Shen Yunmei was losing such a good master or such a good swordsmanship. As soon as I saw this sword book the day before yesterday, I secretly made up my mind that I must find this person.

"If that's the case, you'll stay for a long time, so why bother me with it?" The old man's expression was gloomy.

"Sir, it's really a shame that the junior disturbed your tranquility, but I came here today to ask if you know the person who created this sword spectrum?"

"I don't know, I'm just a coincidence."

"Sir, you really ......."

"I said it, but occasionally, it's getting late, and it's too late to go down the mountain, so let's go back."

"Sir."

"By the way, what did you say your name was?"

"Junior Shen Zema."

The old man wouldn't leave, and when his figure disappeared into the mountains, Shen Zejun slowly walked back. It's just that the doubts in my heart are still unresolved, and I am still depressed.

"Well, I haven't asked for the gentleman's name yet." Halfway through, as if remembering something, Shen Zezhen patted Jueshu and said. Jueshu was taken aback, Shen Zema's hands were heavy, and he was screaming in pain.

"Young Master, you.... Don't you go back and ask Lingjue? ”

"That's right."

Shen Zezhen struck another heavy blow, and then immediately ran away. Jueshu is chasing after him, and it's not not not chasing it. In the mountains, all you can hear is the laughter of the two.

On the top of the mountain, the old man was still looking at Shen Zema, who was walking halfway up the mountain, and let out a long sigh. Memories slowly surfaced with these sighs.

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