Cao Mujian is not in vain. If you can fight under him, there can be a few people in the world! What's more, it's a girl like Xiaoman.

Cao Mujian saw that she was amazing and ignorant of the world, and he was also a little puzzled, and deliberately used a trick to force out her stunt, and it turned out that her kung fu came from the magic ji.

Speaking of this big devil...... It seems that there is really no need to go into details. Anyway, there will be such a guy in almost every era on the rivers and lakes, whose martial arts are surprisingly high, and his behavior in the world makes people's teeth itch to the point that he will never die well in the end.

But the death of this evil king is worth talking about. Because he offended a marquis at that time. The children under the Hou Ye's knees are not vegetarians, so he sent his most capable cadres to invite the sword god on the mountain down! This matter is tense and exciting, and it is perfunctory into a novel by talkative people. When Cao Mujian was still a child, he had heard a famous storyteller talk about this book. He clearly remembered the beginning like this:

The wind blows.

Blowing all over the mountain bamboo.

Each branch of grass moves with the wind, but each has its own subtle differences.

Isn't the change of nature more profound and elusive than the sword momentum on any sword spectrum?

But throughout the ages, I have only heard that someone grabbed the sword book, which was naturally placed in the heaven and earth, but no one wanted to learn or rob it.

So the mountain is very quiet.

There is no pavilion at the foot of the mountain either.

There is only a stump.

A boy sat on a tree stump, holding his cheeks and watching the wind blow the grass and trees, very distracted.

- Is he in a trance, or is he learning a sword?

- Or is it a sword study?

There was a man walking on the mountain path.

A young man. His waist was as straight as a sword, his eyes were as bright as a sword, and he wore a sword on his belt.

The bronze is the sheath, the ancient characters are the lines, and the hilt of the sword is wrapped with red silk threads, which are as red as the blood of a full drinker.

He walked straight to the boy.

The boy looked up and smiled: "Very good, you have taken this road, and you have not tried to sneak through it from any way." ”

"Sex is not small, why bother to be secret." The young man said word by word: "Wei Rusheng, the swordsman under the door of Zhishui Villa." Ask to meet the sword god. ”

The boy nodded: "Since you came to worship the mountain." Know the rules. ”

"I know below."

The boy's head tilted to the left: "Challenge me, if you win, you can go this way to worship the mountain, and if you lose, you will bury your bones here." ”

Behind him, a path bends behind the hill. There are many graves on the roadside. Each grave was coarsely piled. There are no monuments in front of the grave. There is no name for the person.

(If the bones are buried, why do you need to leave your name.) ）

It doesn't matter who is here, and it doesn't matter why. As long as he is defeated, he is not qualified to embark on the path of seeking to see the sword god, and he will sleep here. So what is the difference between your surname Zhang and Li, and the fact that you are a chivalrous thief, but when the loess is gone, why do you need a monument or a name?

At the foot of the Sword God Mountain, there are countless desolate graves.

The young man said: "I know below. ”

The boy's head tilted to the right again: "Or leave one hand here, you can go directly to that road, whether you can see the sword god on that road is not necessarily, but at least ensure that you are able to retreat." ”

Behind the right of the road he pointed, the path was slender, the grass and trees were thick, and the black mud was soft, and there was no trace of passivity.

Everyone would rather fight to the death with the boy than sacrifice one hand to try their luck on the right side.

Because they wanted to keep their hands, they left their whole body on the left side of the road.

A hand is of course more important than a life.

Even if the sword god is compared to their own lives, most people still feel that their lives are more important.

But when it comes to the end, some people are desperate, but no one gives up their hands, isn't it funny?

The young man didn't laugh.

He said, "I know." ”

"Do you still want to take the road on the left, one pass after another, up the mountain?"

"Yes."

Indifferent, polite, and unstoppable.

He is a swordsman, and he walks the path of a swordsman.

The boy sighed, and the sword came out of his sleeve.

A small sword, as beautiful as a small leek leaf, flashed happily in the spring breeze, almost singing and growing joints.

The boy said happily: "I started to learn the sword since I can remember, and the teacher has been learning from the mountains and trees, and there is no power under the sword, and I do it according to my heart, and I don't know the severity of the shot, do you still want to fight?" ”

"Yes."

The boy smiled: "How much I say, you only reply these few words, but it saves effort." He looked at him again, "But you're fine." ”

"How's it going?" The young man asked lightly.

"You're skinny, you're good, it's better to bury yourself dead." The boy's sheared eyes smiled and winked at him, "I'm most afraid of fat people, you know it's very hard to bury their corpses, I sometimes want to build yì They dig a pit by themselves first, and then jump in and let me kill it, everyone saves effort." But they didn't do it. ”

The young man's eyes narrowed.

He almost made a shot just now.

When ordinary people say the words "boy", it is inevitable that they will have feelings such as pride, excitement, and uneasiness, which will affect the nervous reaction of a swordsman, and he can take the opportunity to make a move.

But he didn't get a chance.

The boy's narration is always like saying "the weather is very good today" or "I love to eat sugar gourds", pleasant is also generally pleasant, like leeks swaying in the spring breeze, this is not a flaw.

There are no flaws, how to make a move.

If he doesn't make a move, the boy does.

There is no precursor, why not a precursor, but the wind shakes the leaves.

When a wind blows and a leaf shakes, how many possibilities and changes can there be?

The castration of the tip of the boy's sword is changing, such as the bamboo and wood in this mountain, who can go against the material, who can resist?

- can't resist, the bento should be buried here.

Therefore, even if you know that you are invincible, you can't say that you have to block it.

(There are always things in the world that you know you can't do but don't have to do, whether you're a gentleman or a swordsman.) ）

The young man draws his sword.

The fury of his sword is like a madman wielding a kitchen knife.

Unwise, not quiet, not thoughtful, not sharp, all kinds of taboos.

He swung this sword in front of his chest, and the boy's little sword was light and agile. has stabbed at his sword-wielding arm.

The subtlety of this sword change is indescribable.

The young man felt it gently brush his arm and pierce him in the chest, lungs, or back of the heart.

He simply couldn't dodge.

There was no dodging either.

Holding a bronze scabbard in his left arm, he stopped and smashed down furiously.

The boy was struck in both arms and chest.

When a big tree falls, the blades of grass have thousands of light and agile changes, how to avoid it?

The tip of the boy's sword trembled, and Fang cut through his arm muscles and stabbed into the lungs and chest and abdominal muscles in two. And the whole man has been waved out.

And not dead. It's just that the flesh and blood on his chest are blurred, and he fell into the grass for a long time, and did one thing—

He burst into tears.

Although this sword boy is already a first-class swordsman, he is just a child after all.

The young man shook his sword. Said solemnly: "Wei Rusheng, the swordsman under the door of Zhishui Villa." Surrendered to the sword boy under the sword god. Thank you for the advice. ”

Then he turned and stepped on the left side, amid the boy's weeping. Walking through the grave bag, the blood stains on Ren's wound seeped red slightly, his expression did not change in the slightest, and the pace of each step was the same steady.

He is a swordsman, who gives his life to the sword, and there is nothing else to do.

The mountain road turns a corner.

Sword Boy's crying suddenly stopped.

The young man heard the sound of water.

The clear mountain spring flows down from the white stones, and it is dazzling in the sun.

There is a pavilion on the spring.

The pavilion is old, but clean, with mottled handwriting carved into the wooden pillars, and two paths winding out of the back.

One is by the mountain, the other is by the water, one is not in the flowers and leaves, and the other is accompanied by the tomb.

There are not many graves.

But eighteen.

In front of each stands a wooden tablet with a name engraved on it.

Qiu Guanshi, Tang Fengyu, Xia Guangzhong, Sima Yuzhou......

There are only names, no titles.

But young people know very well, and everyone in the rivers and lakes also knows very clearly, among these names, which one has given birth to a cracked tiger and leopard, which one has been a hero, which one has a blood debt in the Central Plains, and which one has a chivalrous bone that still lingers.

When people remember their deeds, their names do not need titles.

And when people no longer remember their deeds, these names don't need titles.

The young man suddenly felt that the swordsman who guarded this level had respect for life and open-mindedness, which was one level higher than that of the swordsman in the previous level.

He couldn't help but pause and take a moment of silence to show his respect for his opponent.

At this time, he saw his opponent.

This middle-aged scribe seemed to have suddenly appeared on the white stone, and it seemed that he had been sitting there for a long time.

Even, between the sparkling clouds and shadows, he seemed to disappear again at any time.

The man flickered like a smile on his face.

He flashed his gaze on the pattern of the young man's scabbard, stopped, and said: "This ornament is a subordinate body, with a seal on the top, and a grass on the bottom, and a pen with a round rectangle, a horizontal wave straight down, and a longitudinal potential, which is definitely not a tablet today, and should be a gesture at the end of Qin." Ru sword is an old thing at the end of Qin? ”

These words are simply begging for a beating. No one in the rivers and lakes talks like that. If someone on the rivers and lakes dared to chew sour text like this, the high rollers would rush over and smash his head flat while foaming at the mouth.

A fight is a fight, what is it to study the patterns on people's scabbards in bird language?

The young man looked still, and still replied with only one word:

"Yes."

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and straightened his tongue:

"Good sword. What's your name? ”

"The surname Wei is like a life."

"Good name."

The young man's eyes also flashed: "How is it good?" ”

"It's not complicated or simple, it's good to engrave a monument. You know that too simple and too complicated words are not easy to write well, and if you are not careful, you will destroy a monument. The middle-aged scribe laughed.

The young man stared at him, "But you didn't ask me which way to go. ”

"Ah, yes. Now you can cut off half of your arm and take the right road, but I didn't ask. ”

"Why?"

"Because no one who walks here will cut off his hand."

The young man couldn't help but laugh.

Willing to sacrifice one's life rather than break one's arm is not the stupidity of a person who does not measure himself, but the pride of being a swordsman.

If a middle-aged scribe asks him if he wants to break his arm, that is an insult.

This is the swordsman's understanding and respect for the swordsman, how can the young man not smile.

The middle-aged scribe draws his sword.

Narrow, long, and uncertain, it is a soft sword.

The middle-aged man's fingers slowly stroked the sword: "In Xia Yu Chengxiang, since he was a child, he has studied the five bird operas, studied the history of the scriptures, and the golden stone of sexual fetishes, and began to learn the sword at the age of thirty-one, and studied under the swimming fish, and now the heart is in the sword, everywhere." Wei Men is like a shengjun who wants to challenge? ”

"Yes."

The young man answered only one word. (To be continued......)