The three of them went down to Emei, and Pu Yin was not seen alone. However, since Pu Miao has a relationship with Xuanlang, Jiang Wangshu is not worried. He suspected that there was another mystery in Emei, or that the so-called Qishan Sword Pavilion was in Emei.

Jiang Wangshu has enough reasons to suspect that the Qishan Sword Pavilion is in Emei, not to mention that the two pavilion masters of Xuanlang and Fubai are in Emei, just the children have changed one after another, but there will always be only two children in the grass house, and Emei is not as simple as what is seen in the eyes.

There is no cave, but Jiang Wangshu doesn't want to delve into it, and it will surface sooner rather than later.

Jiang Jue didn't ask about the whereabouts of his mother, but instead knew something that was not very comfortable. He tried his best to recall the bits and pieces about his mother's parents, but all his memories stopped before he was ten years old, and it was Mr. Meng who stepped on the snow to push the door and give his name.

He might be able to learn more from Genro, but he didn't want to get along with Genro.

Emei, Xuan Lang looked at the three people who were slowly returning, and his old and immortal face was filled with an expression called kindness.

"White, how is my grandson?" Genro asked.

"Good." Fubai replied.

Xuan Lang laughed uncontrollably, and it was the first time that Fu Bai could say that it was very good.

Zi Chou said: "The four seas and eight desolations are all over the eternal night, and the hidden dragon is white in the world."

The hidden dragon here is not only Fu Bai, but the Qishan Sword Pavilion behind Fu Bai is inconvenient to reveal, so the style is occupied by Fu Bai.

Fu Bai can't afford this compliment? He naturally deserves it, and the most amazing and brilliant person in the history of Qishan Sword Pavilion can't afford to praise him? Although the first battle of Xiao and the Shaoyang of Qishan Sword Pavilion were exhausted, it was Fu Bai who killed dozens of generals of Xiao State, Fu Bai who killed Hu Saiwu Shengwei Ling, and Fu Bai who killed the second best in the world.

"How is it better than you?" Genro threw out another question.

Fu Bai did not answer, the answer is self-evident, naturally inferior.

"Tell Shi and Zhao Miao to go down the mountain and follow Jue; Then you go to Housthis, Wei Xiu is too popular, and he dares to call him the first in the world. Xuan Lang commanded.

"Okay." Fu Bai walked away empty-handed, he was a swordsman.

Qishan Sword Pavilion, how can it simply take four jade jue to summon it, but it is just a disguise, and some people still believe it. Otherwise, why could Zichou and He Tianzi invite Fubai to be born?

It was already approaching the end of the year, the weather was colder, the snow was heavier, and the three walked very slowly, stopping and stopping, and arrived in eastern Sichuan on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Due to Jiang Wangshu's special identity, he can only bypass the city along the way, otherwise the Shu people will know that Jiang Wangshu will give up when he comes to Shudi?

Since Jiang Jue didn't want to know those things that were too ethereal and distant, Jiang Wangshu was not in a hurry to reveal that he should practice swords and swords, and he should know etiquette and etiquette.

Chinese New Year's Eve was spent in a mountain in eastern Sichuan, like a grass bandit, or a grass man.

Jiang Wangshu was originally a reckless orphan, and the first owner of the Bashan grass house was him, who would believe that this dogtail grass native to the barren soil of Bashan would grow into a towering tree that could shelter the citrus country? However, this is a fact, even if Mustard tried his best to suppress Jiang Wangshu, he didn't dare to offend too much, Mustard knew Jiang Wangshu's bottom line, so as long as he didn't easily touch Jiang Wangshu's bottom line, Jiang Wangshu would not leave the country.

Qi Guanzhuang has been scavenging in the pile of dead people since he was ten years old, and later fell into the grass, and he has been a bandit and a grass bandit for half of his life before the age of 30.

Jiang Jue doesn't need to say much, aside from what Xuan Lang said about the past that he didn't know about for the time being, he was like a humble seed that was thrown away in the western part of the country. It is not easy to break the ground, and he looks crooked and slanted and is ridiculed and ridiculed by his peers.

This humble weed was tricked by fate again, Mr. Meng is a kind-hearted person, giving the surname Jue is an unintentional move just to hope that this idiot has a good name, leaving a volume of "Jiahe" and the Six Arts Sutra is still an unintentional move, a "Jiahe" for a whole year can not remember the idiot can understand the Six Arts Sutra and learn the way of a gentleman? When he entered the Luoyi School Palace, he saw that Zou Gu was not for morality, but only for the idiot, or it was an unintentional move, after all, the idiot had his own reasons for being in trouble for no reason. Therefore, Meng Lan refused to see this idiot in Mangyuan, did not want to renew fate, and did not want to involve the idiot in the chess of Nuoda.

Jiang Jue doesn't know? Jiang Jue knows that Mr. Meng is the most learned and benevolent person in the world, and the biggest gentleman in the world, so Mr. Meng cares about him, just as Mr. Meng cares about Li Min in Kyushu.

What about knowing? Jiang Jue thought of Mr. Meng's goodness, or Mr. Meng's heart was worried about the world. Therefore, his heart is like a piece of reckless plains, vast and desolate, and this almost blank reckless plain contains the chessboard of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are chessboards, Bai Lu freshly brewed tea, and asked, "If you want snow in the evening, can you enjoy a cup?" It is himself, and it is Mr. Meng who can answer the "reward".

Luoyi School Palace, the idiot is a sacrificial wine, and Zou Gu's chess piece, I didn't learn the art of vertical and horizontal before, but now I should learn it, otherwise how to go to the Luoyi School Palace on the other side of the mountain to discuss with Mr. Zou?

Plugged into Mangyuan, Jiang Jue danced the sword and the thin fish in the water, and even Xiahou Zhongqing gave up Jiang Jue. When the eldest husband is indomitable, he drinks and kills with a sword, Jiang Jue couldn't do it before, and he still can't do it now.

So he created his own three-style swordsmanship, one is that Ah Da is righteous without hesitation, and after observing Fu Bai and Jiang Wangshu playing swords, it is now called guardian; the second is Ah Liu, also known as the wind; Three is a five, also known as paying attention.

The way of a gentleman is to learn, after all, he gets two ears for Jiahe, and he gets two sons for good teachers.

The art of vertical and horizontal must also be learned, and you must go to the Luoyi School Palace on the other side of the mountain to discuss with Mr. Zou.

The big husband's trip, if he doesn't learn, he can't move forward.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, it rained and snowed (rain is a verb, down), Jiang Wangshu casually folded a branch and said: "My sword technique, called Xinghe, is just a bluff, in fact, it is just a reckless sword technique, it is a self-taught move that I taught myself to practice swords under the moon, I don't teach you swordsmanship, I only teach you to practice swords, your three styles are very good."

Qi Guanzhuang was making tea on a fire, and he took the initiative to take on the hard work, after all, he had this ability.

Jiang Wangshu broke the branch and danced the sword on the snow, it was still a galaxy sword skill, and the galaxy sword skill without a sword was just an ordinary sword skill.

"Pick up the sword, the sword skill is not important, the important thing is why you pick up the sword." Jiang Wangshu said.

"Then why did Jiang Hou pick up the sword?" Jiang Jue asked knowingly, what he wanted was the exact answer he heard from Jiang Hou's mouth.

"I used to live for myself, and then I wanted to protect the people, but I don't know in the future." Jiang Wangshu replied.

Jiang Jue also broke the branches and danced the sword, there are only three styles, guard, wind, and attention, but there are thousands of swords. Guarding, this is a sword without hesitation, just like Ah Da still swung his fist when he knew that he was invincible to the peach blossom farmer, because he was the leader of the bandits, and his fist was the biggest; The wind, which is as swift as a sword in the wind, is like Ah Liu going back to the bandits' den to fetch bamboo slips, short knives, and dark horses, because he walks the fastest; Pay attention, this is a deep and righteous sword, just like Ah Wu jumped into the wine jar, because Xiao Qi treats him like a friend.

The two of them practiced swordsmanship on the snow, their swordsmanship skills were different but they were both learned in Bashan, and the two were different but they were both reckless in Bashan.

"Childe, come up with a nice name, such as Tao Yao?" Qi Guanzhuang looked at Huanxi, and Gongzi had seen the battle between the two armies together, and also seen the martial saint playing the sword, and lived a wonderful and unbridled life, which is called life.

"Let's call it recklessness." Jiang Wangshu said.

"Okay." Jiang Jue likes the names given by Jiang Wangshu to these three styles, just as he likes the surname given by Jiang Wangshu.

This grass seed that was randomly thrown in the west of the citrus was difficult to break the soil and grow crookedly, and the three-year ordeal broke his waist and broke him, and he was reborn in the hands of Jiang Wangshu.

Mr. Meng is more pitiful to himself, pity himself for being an idiot, pity himself for being in trouble for no reason, pity himself for being banished to Saishang Mangyuan; Mr. Zou used himself more, using himself to seek the position of sacrificial wine, using himself to get Zichou Yujue, and using himself to compete with Mr. Meng; Xiahou Zhongqing is more charity to himself, giving himself a few mouthfuls of wine, meat and food, giving himself a few swordsmanship, and giving him the way of a husband.

Only Jiang Hou Jiang Wangshu glanced at himself, and personally went to Nanban to find medicine for the treatment of the illness that had plagued him for many years, and escorted him to Emei for his small request, Jiang Jue cared most about Jiang Houci's surname. It's a pity that Jiang Jue didn't know what price Jiang Wangshu used in exchange for the news of the dragon wine.

What is Jiang Houtu himself? Jiang Jue asked himself, is he an idiot? Figure himself is a grass bandit?

Jiang Hou doesn't want to do anything for himself, Jiang Jue would rather not go to Emei, would rather not see Xuanlang, and follow Jiang Hou to learn literature and martial arts with peace of mind.

Shangemei has become a fact, and seeing Xuanlang has become a fact. Jiang Jue put down the branch and poured tea personally and handed it to Jiang Wangshu, he said very seriously: "Jiang Hou, I don't want that clan."

That clan is the Zi clan, the Zhongshan royal family is the Zi clan, and the former Da Li Taishi Zi Chou is the Zi clan. Jiang Jue didn't know the relationship between himself and Zichou, but Xuanlang would not give him this clan for no reason, and he was forcibly installed with a Zi clan in Luoyi School Palace, he had already guessed some clues.

Jiang Wangshu's lips were open but he didn't know how to speak, Xuanlang told him all the truth, but he was a thin-skinned person like Jiang Jue.

"I like the surname Jiang very much." Jiang Jue added again.

The two of them knew it and tacitly knew it, they were both surnamed Jiang anyway, they were both reckless anyway, and they both ate one pot of rice anyway, which was enough.

Jiang Wangshu didn't answer, this is a prominent clan that is not inferior to Song, Xiong, and Chai, and this is another clan that is destined to carry the young man and can't carry it.

"Jiang Hou, I'll tell you a secret." Jiang Jue said mysteriously, and shouted to Qi Guanzhuang, "Qi Guan, there is no water, you go and get some water and come back." ”

Jiang Wangshu leaned over, he wanted to know what secret the young man had, could it be that Xuan Lang had given him the truth?

Jiang Wangshu's breath was suffocated, it seemed that Jiang Jue had told him a big enough secret, otherwise with Jiang Wangshu's temperament, how could he face south with his eyes glazed?

Nanban, known as the beautiful snake, Mrs. Nanban stood by the bridge outside the white wolf village and watched stupidly, and only left after dark with two buckets of water.

Two buckets full of water, not a drop spilled, not a drop leaked.