Chu Ling City is located at the foot of the East Mountain in Vientiane.

Chu Ling can't talk about big cities, but he has a more obvious reputation than big cities. First, the east gate borders the East Mountain of Vientiane, and there is a transcendent view of Vientiane in the world's sects. More than ten generations in the city are doing the work of chopping wood and picking tea for the sect, and the ancestral hall is dedicated to the ancestors of Vientiane. The strange thing is that Chu Ling except for the east gate, the other three city gates are all deep forests where fierce beasts and fierce birds often haunt, but the east gate is wide open, and there is no movement of wild beasts on the way to the mountain gate of Vientiane Temple, and the green plum tree also grows the most, but as soon as he leaves the east gate and goes to the north gate, he sees the tiger and listens to the eagle's cry. Since the Vientiane Taoist went down the mountain to help Chu Ling open the west gate, clearing the sinister place, the monks of the world are constantly rushing to the west gate to enter, and go up the mountain to the north gate to find opportunities. This Chu Lingcheng's business is thriving day by day.

In addition, the green plum tree picked from the green plum tree outside the north gate of Chuling is used to cook wine, which is the work of the sky, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first green plum wine in the world. There are even storytellers who have read a few books that are not in the stream, boasting that the green plum is contaminated with the aura of a famous family, which is delicious and longevity. On that day, all the wine customers came one after another, wishing to taste this Chu Ling Qingmei. The monk who knew only smiled slightly, did not depreciate or praise, and after tasting a few sips of green plum wine, he did not hesitate to praise him.

What's more, when Beicheng Tianzi Weifu visited Vientiane Temple privately, he tasted a cup of green plum wine sent by Chu Ling to the mountain, and left a sentence "This wine can be discussed as the forefront of the world, especially the slightly sour taste in the wine, like a young green plum, carved into the bones." Although these words had a bit of a meaning for Vientiane, the words of the Son of Heaven undoubtedly made Chu Ling even more famous.

It's just that this Chu Lingcheng monk is constantly coming and going, and it is close to the Vientiane Temple, so it should be a prosperous group of monks.

But in the past few hundred years, Chu Lingcheng has only produced a few monks, and most of them have done nothing. This can't help but make the scholars passing by here sigh secretly: "The beauty of this good day is like a fiction, and those who don't know its meaning are very sad." ”

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Chu Lingcheng is in March at this time, it is a splendid scene in the south, but there is goose feather heavy snow, looking at the world, there is a spring, only Chu Lingcheng and Vientiane East Mountain snow is in full bloom. This is a real thousand-year-old wonder, and the whole world is amazed. There is also a message that the Tao is that the patriarch of Vientiane is about to die, and his sword cultivation is majestic, which leads to a vision of heaven. So the monks from all over the world gathered in Chu Ling City for a short period of time, saying that it was to send off the old ancestor who occupied the "first place in the way of the sword", but it is not known what other reasons there are.

Outside the north gate of Chuling, there is a wood.

In the seclusion, it was extremely quiet, only the sound of the wind and the snow were fluttering. Suddenly, there was a clear flute sound, floating slightly in the forest.

At first listen, I only felt that the sound of the flute was pleasant, like a warbler's cry, but it was also a little longer. If you listen carefully, you can hear that the piper's technique is immature, and the flute often has a low sound when it is breathing, and every time the flute is in its prime, it suddenly has a bit more harsh shrill sound. But in this mountain forest, with the sound of this flute, there is a great leisure to retreat to the mountains and forests.

Not far away, a boulder stood on its own on the edge of the grass, only one man high. On the top of the stone was a young man, dressed in brocade clothes, about fifteen or sixteen years old, holding a flute in his hand.

But seeing the edge of the flute, it was slightly dyed red, which made the original bamboo-blue flute body a little more incongruous. The flute is a little old, and it seems to be some years old.

At the end of the song, the young man's chest rose and fell slightly. He put away the flute, looked at the sky, and sighed: "The snow still doesn't stop, seeing that it's not early, let's go back to the tavern to help." ”

With that, he jumped straight down from the boulder, stood firmly, dusted off the ashes from his clothes, and drove in a direction among the mountains and forests.

An eagle-like bird covered in blue feathers fluttered its wings and stopped on the young man's shoulder, its two red eyes slightly bewitching, staring at the young man's sideburns at this time. A gentle hissing in the mouth.

The young man smiled, as if he was a little ashamed, "I came out in a hurry today, I forgot the bird food I bought yesterday, and I will bring it to you tomorrow." ”

The blue bird is also very human, and it cries a few times as if in response.

The young man's eyebrows were a little more gloomy, and he gently stroked the feathers of the blue bird, "You are hungry and thirsty, and the mountains and forests are petting, and this square circle will be a raw bird for you." I only have an old friend who drinks and talks nonsense all day long, and I have nothing to learn a few swords from him, but I can't even chase away the thieves, how can you be happy. ”

The blue bird suddenly flew off the boy's shoulder.

"Huh?" the young man's eyes narrowed slightly, slightly lazy.

When the bird returned, it had a seven-petaled flower in its mouth, and the pale yellow petals were bright and lovely.

The young man held the flowers in the bird's mouth and said with a smile: "I'm not a girl, I don't like this." ”

The bird chirped a few times and stood on his shoulder again.

A man and a bird walked forward in this mountain forest, and his steps were not slow or hurried.

I could only hear the young man's clear voice.

"The mountains and forests are huge, and you have no companion, but you are lonely, and if I had a girl as a companion, I would not be here to talk to you. ”

Birds chirp.

......

The street is not wide, and the bluestone pavement is full of pedestrians.

Among them, there are many monks with swords at their waists, and they are proud of themselves. There are also many scholars who are full of scholarly spirit, most of them dressed as Confucian scholars. But more often than not, there were civilians shouting in the shops lining the streets.

A small mansion with a wooden plaque with the words "Yueliu Restaurant" written on it. The inside is full of wooden benches, tables and chairs, slightly shabby, except for the edge of the eaves slightly inlaid with some copper and silver. Looking at the house again, there are a lot of drinkers, one person out of three or four people entering, and there is an endless stream.

The bird on the boy's shoulder had already flown away, and he knew that the bird did not like the lively scene, so he did not stop it.

The young man slowly walked into the restaurant, lifted the curtain hanging in the inner wall of the restaurant, and walked over.

But I saw a small courtyard, and there was a loquat planted on the left, which was not tall but not angry. There is a wooden door on the right, and there is no sound inside the door.

A middle-aged man came out of the curtain, also dressed in a white brocade robe, although it was simple, it was not too decorated. At a glance, he saw the young man standing in the courtyard, "Yun Fengjin, if you come back later, my body will be tired." ”

The middle-aged man covered his waist, pretending to be in pain, but the beads of sweat on his forehead were true.

Yun Fengjin turned around, but he was not surprised, and walked into the room.

Just as he was about to help with some help, the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Elder Wang asked for three pots of green plum wine, you can send them." Speaking of which, you and Hull may not have seen each other in a long time. ”

Yun Fengjin just wanted to refuse, but when he heard the word "He'er", he hesitated for a moment and responded.

Wang Lao lives in the west of the city and grows a peach forest by himself.

Between the city of Chuling, there is a river between the east and west of the city, from the mountains and forests outside the city, the flow is not urgent, although the snow is fluttering at this time, but the river is still murmuring.

Yun Fengjin walked between a wooden bridge over the river, carrying three pots of wine in his hand.

"Hey, where is Childe going? Do you want me to help Childe calculate the luck ahead?"

At this time, Yun Fengjin suddenly approached an old Taoist with a white beard. He held a bamboo pole in his left hand with a white flag attached to it, with the words "Immortals Guide the Way" written on it, and a strange disc in his right hand.

Yun Fengjin looked at the old Taoist and smacked his tongue.

Immediately, he patted the old Taoist on the shoulder, said, "The world is going down, the old man has also come out to eat mixed rice", and turned his head and left.

"Hey, don't worry, the old man is different from the ordinary fortune teller, he won't be that crepe mysterious, and he won't be all kinds of complicated means," the old Taoist said urgently, "The old man has no phase, he will only point you to the road ahead, and all the trials will be successful!"

Yun Fengjin said: "What's the way ahead, you will know when you walk, you don't need this technique." ”

The old Taoist hesitated and said tentatively: "Childe, you see that it is difficult to make a living now......

Yun Fengjin turned around and left.

"Childe," the old Taoist gritted his teeth, "If you don't want money, you don't want money, and if you don't want money, you will only accept three articles!"

Yun Fengjin stopped and looked at the old Taoist with interest, "You don't know how much money you have cheated before you can put on this Taoist robe and hold this flag." ”

"Old man, I also know some of the rules of the rivers and lakes," the old Taoist twisted the white beard again, "Some people who are not polite to heaven will be sent away after saying some good things." It's better to help the son calculate it accurately, how about you give me a pot of wine in your hand, and you won't collect two cashiers and make a good fate. ”

Yun Fengjin smiled: "Seeing that you are a little more realistic than other magicians, then you can do the math." ”

"I'm going to go to Nadongshan tomorrow to have a look, can you take a look?" Yun Fengjin was sure to play tricks on this old Taoist, so he said nonsense.

The old Taoist suddenly put away his laughter, raised the disc, and faced the direction of Vientiane Dongshan. With his left hand, he put the flag on the ground, and quickly made a few handprints, and finally pointed his middle finger together and pointed at Yun Fengjin.

But I saw that there were two pointers with tips on the disc, each blue-red, and they were slowly rotating.

"Your technique is peculiar, and it is very different from other fortune tellers. Yunfeng Jinqi said.

"The rivers and lakes are not to talk about it. Otherwise, what else would be the guidance of the immortals?" replied the old man.

At this time, the pointer gradually stopped, and the blue end trembled in the direction of Vientiane Dongshan.

"If there is no danger ahead, there is also a danger, and the son does not have to worry. The old Taoist laughed.

"That's for the best. But what does this red needle mean?" Yun Fengjin said.

"That's a dangerous place, and it's not a good place to go. But Childe doesn't have to care, just go to the other side of the mountain. The old man put away the disc.

Yun Fengjin frowned slightly, and vaguely saw that the red needle was pointing to the west of the city.

But then he shook the wine in his hand and said, "You really can't try and test, don't think about drinking this wine, I'll go first." Then he walked off the bridge and went west of the city.

The old Taoist did not stop him, but only said to himself: "How can you know if the spirit is not spiritual, this child is really simple." ”

He dusted off the flag and walked away.

"Don't force it! If you don't have wine, you won't have wine. ”

......

West.

Not far away is a peach grove, and the branches of the trees are full of verdant green.

In front of the peach forest is a simple wooden house, the door is half open and half hidden, Yun Fengjin has been here many times, so he didn't say hello, and directly pushed the door in.

An old man is lying lazily on a wooden recliner in the room, and the recliner is swaying slightly, highlighting the old "squeak" sound.

"It's a little late. The old man raised his head slightly.

"On the way, I met an old Taoist who cheated on the rivers and lakes, and it took some time. Yun Fengjin replied, then took out the green plum wine and handed the old man a pot.

The old man pulled out the wine stopper, took a sip, and suddenly looked comfortable, "I haven't heard of a deceitful warlock in this city." ”

"I'm afraid it's been in the last few days. Yun Fengjin said, his eyes glancing into the room a few times as if he had not intended it.

The old man glanced at him and said lightly: "He is in the peach forest, have you forgotten what day today?"

Yun Fengjin frowned and thought carefully, "Counting, the five-year period has also arrived." ”

Wang Lao bowed slightly, and then he lay down on the recliner again, no longer speaking, only sipping wine slightly.

Yun Fengjin put the remaining two pots of green plum wine on the ground, then turned around and walked out the door.

The peach forest is not deep, it extends more than ten meters away from the city wall to the city, but it is a little wide.

Yun Fengjin walked briskly, his hands brushing away the weeping leaves blocking the road, and stepping on the grass of different shades under his feet.

After walking for a while, the trees in front of me gradually thinned, and after walking for a while, a small open space appeared in front of me.

There is not a single tree in the clearing, and the surrounding trees vaguely enclose the clearing in a circle.

In the center of the clearing, there is a pile of sand piled up into a raised semicircle, and in front of the pile of sand stands a half-human high bluestone stele, which does not have a written inscription, but it is smooth and clean, and it looks like someone is cleaning it from time to time.

In front of the stele knelt a young man, his head bowed and a knife at his waist.

His face was like a crown of jade, but he was slightly stained with wind and dust. The black hair is shoulder-length, and there is a blue pendant hanging from the hair next to the right ear.

Yun Fengjin walked over, held his shoulder, and slowly knelt down.

"Huh?" the boy was slightly surprised.

Yun Fengjin took out the flowers brought by today's birds and placed them horizontally in front of the stone stele, "The matter of consolation to the soul, the world is sad." ”

He turned his head to look at the young man, "It's just that there should be some words engraved on this monument." ”

The young man smiled lowly, slightly self-deprecating, "I've been guarding this place for five years, but I'm just guarding a well-dressed mound." I practiced knives day and night, and I lived in poverty. Five years is not a long time, and I don't care about these inconsequential things anymore. ”

Yun Fengjin got up on his knees, and wanted to lift the young man's arm to pull him up, but when he thought of his stubborn nature, he put down the raised hand.

"Two years ago, the Taoist of Vientiane Temple took a fancy to you, and you will go up the mountain tomorrow when the five-year period expires. Yun Feng Jin said.

"No," the young man's eyes narrowed slightly, "the meaning of the master is that I want to go to that mountain, that heavenly abyss, and do my best." ”

Abyss?

Yun Fengjin's heart moved slightly.

The so-called Tianyuan is the sword of the old ancestor of Vientiane Temple in the early years, since the ancestor practiced the sword, he has traveled all over the world with the ancestor and has not encountered a defeat. But since the young man wearing a blood-red hat broke through Dongshan with a single sword, the undefeated feat of the seventy-eight style chaotic lake swordsmanship was broken. The abyss was also picked down from the hill and stood on the rock. Although the young man was defeated in the end, the heavenly abyss stood on the top of the mountain and never pulled it out.

There were many disagreements about this matter, but the old ancestor never responded, and even let the monk snatch this heavenly abyss by himself.

But after all these years, the only people who can make Tianyuan move are the Jinfeng Dao people who have cultivated the seventh-layer Xuancong Pass in the Yunce Sword Sect, and Shangguan Shuo, a scattered person who is famous in the rivers and lakes and is called "Sword Armor".

What's even more strange is that the only one in the world who can pull out the abyss is the young swordsman who fights the old ancestor alone. But after he pulled out half of the heavenly abyss, he left the sword on the top of the mountain, and since then, it has disappeared soon.

"What my father hasn't done, I'm going to do!" the young man touched the knife on his waist, with a slight tear in his eyes, "This is one of the three famous knives of the Shangguan family, named Ling He, now that the family has been destroyed, one of the three famous knives has been taken away, and one is missing, only this one remains." Although the 3,000 private troops who rushed up the mountain that day were cleared by the temple after the war, who knows what was strange about it? My surname is Shangguan, so I have to bear this burden, my name is He, and I only want to train this Linghe to the fullest!"

Yun Fengjin said with a smile: "Your father is really a masterpiece, just talk about the feat of going to Jiangnan alone to take three of the top ten famous swords in the world, there is no one who has ever come before, let alone the battle that made him famous in the rivers and lakes." It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, and in the end he only ends up dying, but it is amazing to be able to keep a few heirs of the family in such a scuffle. ”

Shangguan He raised his left sleeve and wiped his face.

He got up slowly, and let Linghe unsheath it violently.

Linghe knife is known for its strange knife pattern and fast knife shadow, and the world's famous knife ranks sixth and has been inherited for a long time.

Yun Fengjin retreated and leaned against the tree, "I've known you for so long, and it's really the first time I've seen you wield a knife." ”

Shangguan He didn't say anything, only took a deep breath quietly, and made a sinking knife start.

The sword light flickered, and at first it slowly came out, extinguishing one after another. After that, it became more and more rapid, and in an instant, it was like a sword shadow in the sky, and suddenly the fallen leaves fell wildly, and the layers of snow were tilted towards the figure dancing with the sword in the mountains and forests.

The sword light has no eyes, and it comes in all directions. The nearest one was only a few millimeters away from Yun Fengjin's slightly squinted eyes, and Yun Fengjin was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, and he almost didn't scold.

Shangguan He danced for a moment, but he didn't mean to stop the knife, and Yun Fengjin was also happy to watch, leaning lazily next to the tree.

After another half an hour, Shangguan He stopped, his face flushed slightly.

There is also an afterimage of the knife light, which will not dissipate until the leaves stop shaking. He put the knife at his waist in a dashing manner, and sat down next to the tree opposite Yun Fengjin.

"Tomorrow up the mountain, right?" Yun Fengjin asked.

"Hmm. ”

Yun Fengjin seemed to jokingly say, "What if I go with me?"

Shangguan He glanced at him, "If you want to die, go there." ”

"But I'm really a master who wants to die. Yun Fengjin said with a smile.

"Have you made up your mind?" Shangguan He said in surprise.

"I made an oath three years ago that I would go up the mountain, but how can I retreat at this time? Yun Fengjin said helplessly.

"The swordsmanship given by Tianxun doesn't look like it's broken. Shangguan He said.

"Maybe it's just that I'm not good at swordsmanship. Yun Fengjin lowered her head.

Shangguan He couldn't take the conversation, and only looked at Yun Fengjin quietly.

Yun Fengjin lowered his head and touched the weeds on the ground.

The two were silent, silent to each other.

Long.

"Climb the mountain when tomorrow is ugly. Shangguan He said a word, and then got up.

Yun Fengjin answered, and then got up and walked outside the peach forest.

......

The evening breeze is thick, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright.

Yun Fengjin leaned against a locust tree in the inner courtyard of the tavern, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The snow was still falling, falling on the canopy of the trees, and then being blown down by the wind, and for a moment a thin layer of snow accumulated on Yun Fengjin's shoulders.

Yun Fengjin sighed, got up and shook off the snow on his body, and walked into the tavern.

But in the wall above a row of wine vats, there were four crevices, which formed a small square. Yun Fengjin pressed his hand between the cracks, with a slight force, and suddenly the square between the cracks sank into the wall slightly, and then slowly pushed out of the wall.

Inside the narrow dark box is a sword with a mahogany scabbard.

Yun Fengjin took out the sword, pushed it back into the dark box, and came to the locust tree again.

By the moonlight, Yun Fengjin slowly drew his sword.

No sound.

A bright silver sword looked heavy in the moonlight and snowflakes.

But when I saw a cloth robe walking in the snow, the steps were not heavy, just a simple move. The sword style is slightly clumsy, but it is a simple stab and a slash, and it does not have the sense of "returning to the basics" in the storyteller's mouth, nor is it the "ancient clumsy and clumsy" that Tianxun said.

His sword didn't even disperse the snowflakes scattered in front of him.

But he was still dancing like that, his sword style was slow, his steps were clear, compared to the sword technique of Shangguan He, his sword was as small as an ant and not worth mentioning.

After a long time, he stopped his sword and gasped slightly.

He stood on the ground with his sword, and said secretly in his mouth:

"Is it because I'm not good at swords, or is this swordsmanship really lacking......"

He practiced for a while, but then he threw away his sword irritably, "I really shouldn't believe what that kid said, how can the old guy know swordsmanship when he drinks and talks nonsense, it's me who cares." ”

"No, no, no. Tianxun's voice came from the tavern.

I saw him holding a wine jug in his hand, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were confused, and his footsteps were swaying towards the courtyard.

The old guy is drunk again.

Yun Fengjin picked up the sword and threw it to the old guy, "You said that you are not right, you will try it? You taught me this swordsmanship." ”

Tianxun held the wine jug in his right hand and took the sword in his left hand, "Okay, okay, you can see clearly!"

Yun Fengjin frowned, this guy usually uses a sword with his right hand, how can he ...... today?

Tianxun pretended to throw the flask away and let it shatter on the ground.

Immediately, his body moved slightly, and he began to dance with a sword in the snow.

The pace is the same, the sword style is the same, but the sword that the old guy dances has a little more charm.

Unlike the sword he usually uses, the current sword dance is a little arbitrary.

Different from the usual swordsmanship, this sword is all on the side. A sword trembled slightly in the clumsy moves, wandering. During the day, the woman's swordsmanship was to roll up the snow, but at this time, Tianxun's sword made even a snowflake unable to get close to him.

Yun Fengjin frowned, looking at the old guy's thin figure, and was speechless for a while.

The sword stopped, and the old fellow thrust the sword into the ground, and the blade of the sword pierced through the snow as if unimpeded, deep into the tiles.

"I can't see it, your sword is still a bit profound......"

Tianxun intercepted: "How can there be anything high or not, if you drink too much wine, the sword dance will go crazy, just like this flying snow, the wine you drink is strong, and the flying snow in front of you will be much more chaotic." ”

Yun Fengjin smiled, secretly thinking that this old guy was the same as that old man, and if he drank too much, he would be full of nonsense.

It's just that the swordsmanship just now may not be done indiscriminately.

"That swordsmanship is not a cripple, it's just a ......"

Before Tianxun finished speaking, he fell to the ground drunk and began to snore.

Yun Fengjin was extremely helpless, but there was a slight thoughtful look in his eyes.

In the trees, the bluebird that had been seen in the mountains and forests during the day suddenly flew out and hissed softly.

Yun Fengjin looked at it with a smile.