After the Hefeng Festival, Jiang Wangshu carried a sword through the small city of Banan, crossed the east of Sichuan, entered the Shu land, and a month later, came to the foot of Mount Emei again.

There are two saints in Emei, one is the Taoist sage Xuanlang, and the other is the immortal. Of course, some people say that there are also people who are Xuanlang is Xuanlang, and Xuanlang is Xuanlang.

The only thing that can be verified is the Xuanlang Taoist sage, who seems to be before Yin Yin; And Qi Xian is a chivalrous man, a swordsman to be precise.

In the eighteenth year of King Lihe, Luo Du, a disciple of the saint and the son of Luo Zhan, went out of the mountain and was beheaded by Jiang Wangshu.

Jiang Wangshu has come out of the pain of his deceased wife, and he came to Emei with a sword, which not only has the meaning of never suffering in the future, but also has the meaning of taking the title of martial saint.

Very few people knew about that battle, and Jiang Wangshu sealed his sword again after returning to the Fang Kingdom, and it was not until the Battle of Fuling that he was born chasing stars.

Jiang Wangshu stood at the foot of Mount Emei, looking up at Emei, he could only see the mountainside, and the higher ones were shrouded in stratus clouds, and he remembered the first time he came to Emei......

At that time, Emei was the same as now, still only half of it was revealed, and it was already unattainable. Jiang Wangshu climbed from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and also met some woodcutters along the way.

"That immortal can soar the clouds and drive the fog, I saw it with my own eyes, and flew from this mountain to that mountain at once." A woodcutter boasted to his companion in an extremely affectionate tone, but the language was too poor.

Jiang Wangshu continued to go up, and even the woodcutter hunter could not be seen on the mountainside, and the stratus cloud was trampled under his feet, which made Jiang Wangshu have the idea of living in seclusion, and it was not bad to be a hermit.

Jiang Wangshu went up further, there were fireworks in the world, not only did not destroy the tranquility of Emei Wonderland, but there was a sense of déjà vu of the immortal cave.

Several cottages sit on a relatively large flat land, and a crooked old pine peeks out of the rocks.

The two children recited poems in style, and Jiang Wangshu asked, "May I ask where is the immortal?"

A pink-carved boy returned the salute and asked, "Are you looking for Master?"

"Master went to collect medicine." The other is a girl, her eyes are very beautiful, like Du Ruo.

"It's in the middle of the mountain," said the boy, who came with a teapot and said, "tea, please." ”

The girl also took a bowl and said, "The clouds are so deep that I don't know where they are."

Jiang Wangshu drank the tea, thanked him, and continued to walk up.

He had the answer in his heart, how could there be an immortal in Emei, I am afraid that there is only the reclusive Taoist sage Xuanlang.

However, if you can't see the immortals, it is worth visiting the sage Xuanlang and listening to his preaching to solve doubts.

Jiang Wangshu hugged the star and walked up step by step, and he gave birth to a strong desire to dance the sword. There has been no use chasing stars for many years, and the Xinghe swordsmanship has gone from swinging four swords to only swinging three swords, which is a lot more rusty. Du Ruo's death made Jiang Wangshu blame himself and decadent for a long time, and he couldn't even protect his beloved, so what was the meaning of being a marquis and a hundred generals or even a martial saint? So he sealed the sword. But the people need him to protect them, and they need him to deter strong enemies, so they chase the stars out of the sheath.

Climbing to the top, it is already the middle of the night, and the mountains are small at a glance, but unfortunately the moonlight is faint, and I can't fully vent my feelings.

Jiang Wangshu stood against the wind, looking at the unfathomable abyss and clouds under his feet by the moonlight, and could no longer hold back the desire to dance the sword.

Chasing stars out of the sheath, one, two, three, and then the fourth sword appeared, flashing like starlight, and the stars in the sky reflected each other.

Only star-chasing can have a sword, Jiang Wangshu can only blame the material of the star-chasing sword, as well as Ou Yezi's skills.

Jiang Wangshu lifted his sword and danced until dawn, hearty and unfinished.

Jiang Wangshu put away his sword, only to find that there was an old man with white hair sitting on the edge of the cliff, and he asked respectfully: "Junior Jiang Wangshu, please give the sage guidance."

He couldn't remember when the old man appeared, but he was sure that there was no such old man when he came, and his years of fighting horses had made him very vigilant, unless the old man appeared out of thin air.

"The world is a shocking guest, and the name is well deserved." The old man said approvingly.

Jiang Wangshu has completely affirmed that the old man in front of him is the Taoist sage Xuanlang who has been misrepresented as an immortal, and this dust-removing temperament makes Jiang Wangshu ashamed of himself.

"Why did Jiang Hou come?" Genro asked.

"The disciples of the saints of Shu came out of the mountains to invade my fang realm, and Wangshu came to find the ethereal immortal." Jiang Wangshu has an answer in his heart, I'm afraid that Luo Du's master has someone else.

"Just for that?" Xuan Lang asked.

Through Xuan Lang's eyes that were as pure as newborns, Jiang Wangshu felt that he couldn't hide a little thought, so he had to answer truthfully: "In turbulent and troubled times, Wangshu wants to do something for Li Min."

"So Jiang Hou thought, if there is really an immortal, kill him with a sword and then canonize him?" Xuan Lang laughed, "If there is no Immortal, you can also use the excuse that you have already killed the Immortal." ”

Jiang Wangshu was said to be the central matter, he really thought that no matter whether there was an immortal or not, he could use this to be canonized, to shock the world, and to protect the country.

"The Li people that Jiang Hou refers to are the people of the world or the people?" Genro asked.

"Wangshu is weak and can only shelter one place." Jiang Wangshu replied.

"Jianghou has already taken Liangzhou alone, but he has no idea of supporting Kyushu and relieving the common people. If everyone in the world is like Jiang Hou, who will wait in the Li room? Xuan Lang said angrily.

Jiang Wangshu didn't know where he angered Xuanlang, but he still argued with reason: "This game of chess in the world is too big, and Wangshu only wants to play a good game of the country."

"You are in the small game of Liangzhou, why don't you fall in the overall situation of the world?" Xuan Lang scolded angrily.

"Since the predecessors are interested, don't go to Kuang Fu Li Room to become famous, and live in seclusion in Emei as an idler?" Jiang Wang's comfort is excellent, and he is also a little suspicious of the reality of this Taoist saint.

"The old man is not only Xuanlang, but also the immortal in your mouth," Xuanlang said, "Jiang Hou, dare to bet with me?" Ten tricks, if you can't defeat me, I'm not allowed to be canonized. Since you have no intention of helping the Li room, you can be your Jiang Hou with peace of mind. ”

"Okay." Jiang Wangshu nodded and agreed, if he wins, he will use the blood of the immortal to seal the martial saint and protect the country.

Jiang Wangshu didn't dare to underestimate him, whether he was a Xuanlang or an immortal, since he dared to gamble, he naturally had his confidence.

Stars have a special meaning to Jiang Wangshu, whether it is the young Jiang Wangshu wielding the stars and the moon to break branches and practice swords, or lying in the Bashan grass hut looking at the stars through the hole in the roof, or looking up at the night sky with more than 200,000 stars on the riverside after the Jiangcheng War, the stars have always left a mark on Jiang Wangshu's heart.

Xuan Lang, or rather Qi Xian, held a long sword in his hand, and walked in the wind under Jiang Wangshu's solemn gaze, like an immortal.

"It seems that the people from Yamashita are not rumors." Jiang Wangshu said solemnly.

"The people under the mountain are bitter." Genro replied.

When the words fell, Xuan Lang handed out an ordinary sword, which gave Jiang Wangshu the illusion that Xuan Lang was just pretending to be an immortal.

Chasing the stars out of the sheath, the first sword appeared between the swords. He regretted it a little, in case Xuan Lang was really just a Taoist saint, but he couldn't stop the attack, and a sword stabbed straight away.

The inevitable sword failed, Jiang Wangshu raised the sword and turned around, and then swung the second sword. He had already recognized the fact that Xuan Lang was an immortal, and the second sword appeared, and it was the third and fourth paths. Four swords, Jiang Wangshu has gone all out, the fang country needs him to deter the enemies of the tigers and wolves around him, this battle is not allowed to be defeated, what about the immortals?

Xuanlang took out the sword, neither fast nor slow, no sword flashing, no sword roaring.

If the first move he has spare strength, then the second move is already going all out. The two swords staggered, and the two were evenly divided.

In the third move, Jiang Wangshu remembered Jiang Wangshu, a young man who used to practice swords barefoot on the snow in the Bashan Grass House, not willing to be barefoot, but unable to afford shoes and unable to weave straw shoes. He handed out the four swords of the galaxy again, and the swords rose and fell, still regardless of high and small.

Once he reached the ninth sword, Jiang Wangshu didn't make a sword, not because he was unable to make a sword, but because he knew that not to mention ten moves, even a thousand moves, a hundred moves, he couldn't help Xuan Lang, although Xuan Lang couldn't defeat him. Therefore, Xuanlang made a ten-move contract at the beginning, which was a set, and Jiang Wangshu, who boasted of being alone in Liangzhou, had a plan.

Losing is losing, Jiang Wangshu can let go, he can let go of Du Ruo's death, let alone a sword game? In addition to the bamboo tree, there are only millions of people who can let him go.

"Taught." Jiang Wangshu put away his sword and bowed.

"It's the old man who is tricking," Xuan Lang said, "Jiang Hou's sword is a sword that hurts people, and the old man's sword is a sword that saves the world." ”

"Wangshu naturally keeps his promise and will not be canonized again in this life." Jiang Wangshu gave up his hand again.

"Luo Du, he is not my disciple, and the old man doesn't look down on him." Xuan Lang said suddenly.

Jiang Wangshu nodded, just a Luo Du, he can't last a few rounds in his hands, if he is really a disciple of Xuan Lang, I am afraid that Xuan Lang will not want to admit it. However, Jiang Wangshu did not doubt Xuanlang, the monarch of Shu Kingdom could not get his wish when he entered the mountain with heavy gifts to ask for a meeting, let alone Luo Du?

"Who the hell is the senior?" Jiang Wangshu asked respectfully. Xuanlang's swordsmanship has reached its peak, returning to the basics, and has the ambition to help the world, he should not be a hermit who reads in the rain.

"Jiang Hou thinks that the old man is whoever the old man is," Xuanlang said with a stroke of his beard, "The king of Shu wants to worship me as a minister, and he thinks I am a saint; Roche wanted to worship me as a teacher, and they thought I was a chivalrous man; The people under the mountain went up to the mountain to seek medicine when they were sick or sick, and they regarded me as immortals. ”

Jiang Wangshu went down the mountain with the stars, ate a cup of tea in the grass house, and then said goodbye.

When the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, the woodcutters gathered in twos and threes to talk and laugh, and occasionally talked about the immortals on the mountain.

"This son," a woodcutter saw that Jiang Wangshu was dressed and temperamental, so he shouted, "I saw you go up the mountain yesterday, did you meet an immortal?" ”

Jiang Wangshu nodded and said, "I once cooked wine and discussed swords with immortals, and I also played the piano and played the sheng with immortals. The immortals said, "You will have a happy family and good health." ”

In the woodcutter's envious expression, Jiang Wangshu swept away the gloom in his heart and went down the mountain with his sword.

What's wrong if you don't have a chance to be canonized? is still a shocking guest in the world.