Liu Chengjun, as the illegitimate son of the mountain lord of Qingliu Sword Mountain, naturally didn't care about the life or death of an old swordsman, holding that strange sword, he slipped away quickly.

Xu Yongzheng took out the collar of his clothes, carefully examined the wound on his left shoulder, and ignored the old swordsman with a broken arm. Abandoned by the owner and betrayed by the partner, this taste needs to be fermented a little more.

There was still blood flowing out of Lu Xiangshu's broken arm, and his face was also whitened from excessive blood loss. He looked at the swordsman who was taking care of his wounds, and felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and finally chose to droop weakly, but the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time.

"Can you give me some wine?"

Lu Xiangshu's voice was extremely soft, his throat was unusually dry and hoarse, and these words seemed to be squeezed out of two stones with great difficulty. Xu Yongzheng naturally didn't hear it.

"Can you give me some wine?" said Naru Xiangshu, raising his voice. It's a pity that the voice is not very high, it is very rough.

"I'm dying anyway. ”

Xu Yongzheng was injured a lot, and he was quite handy when he cleaned up the wounds. Sometimes, he can deduce how long it will take for a wound to heal based on his body. So he quickly understood that Liu Chengjun's wound on his shoulder was not shallow, and he estimated that it would take about eight or nine days for this situation to get better. He applied the medicine to the wound with his right hand, wanting to tie it up, but he was afraid that the assassins would attack at that time, so he couldn't use his hands and feet, so he gave up.

At the beginning, when he heard the voice of the old swordsman, Xu Yongzheng was too lazy to respond, but seeing that the old man was quite conscious, Xu Yongzheng also raised his head, pointed to the bonfire and said, "There is a cowhide kettle over there, you can get it yourself." ”

The old swordsman walked towards that place tremblingly, his hair was a little messy, he was hunched over, and he was holding the broken arm with one hand, looking very miserable. He didn't glance at the sword that passed on his way, as if he had abandoned it. Yes, not only is his right hand no longer able to hold the sword, but he has even lost his right hand, so what is the difference between this sword and broken copper and iron for him. He's not a swordsman anymore, he's more like a drunken drunkard.

Lu Xiangshu quickly found the cowhide kettle, and then sat down by the campfire, he picked up the kettle with one hand, didn't care about the pain of the broken arm, bit the plug with his mouth, and then fell down suddenly, only a small part of the wine was poured into his mouth, and the rest was sprinkled on his face, on his beard, and into his eyes, and he didn't know whether to wash his face or tears. Drinking alcohol is extremely detrimental to the recovery of wounds, and the dying person is entitled to be willful. His mouth was thirsty, his stomach was greedy, and when the flask was lowered lower, he gulped down the wine and swallowed it all. It wasn't a good wine, but it tasted better than anything he'd ever drunk before. Before he died, he finally drank more than he had ever been.

Perhaps because of the drinking, his face became rosy and he was much more energetic. He tore a large piece of cloth from his pants and bandaged it. The wound was so large that the cloth went around his neck to bandage it. Old Swordsman Lu looked satisfied, feeling the clear pain coming from his right arm, he didn't need to look or touch to know that the damn wound was bleeding again, and it was devouring his poor life force.

He simply collapsed on the ground, drank again, unrestrained, and said, "This is the taste of wine today." ”

Xu Yongzheng finally cleaned up his wounds before he began to deal with this old swordsman who didn't know what to do.

Xu Yongzheng asked, "Are you really a gang?

"If we talk about acting together, then we are in this group. If anything else, he's not qualified. ”

The old swordsman took another sip of wine, and then said, "As for whether he is an enemy or not, this is a very redundant question. If he knows that you respect filial sons, I may be his father, or his ancestor. Ha ha. ”

"Then who is he?" asked Xu Yongzheng.

The old swordsman knew that he was going to die, he was more presumptuous, and his words were more daring.

"He's just a slick little man. If it weren't for Chen Lu's habit of breaking his sleeves, that kid would have climbed onto the big red flower bed and become a person in Chen Lu's boudoir, what qualifications would he have to go out of Sword Mountain? And what qualifications would he have to get the Chengjun Sword and Sword Spectrum? Hmph. ”

On weekdays, Lu Xiangshu is known for his honesty in Jianshan, a well-known good man, smiling and welcoming people all day long, in his own words, he is a good life. is such a person, who speaks a little viciously at the moment, showing a poisonous tongue. In fact, Old Man Lu has a lot of opinions about Qingliu Sword Mountain's behavior over the years, the mountain master is in retreat and penance, and Chen Lu is in charge alone, wholeheartedly supporting his own faction, and specifically selecting young and promising swordsmen to cultivate. If he hadn't been reluctant to give up his status and comfort, he wouldn't have endured it to this day.

"Then who is Chen Lu?" Xu Yongzheng asked again.

Lu Xiangshu's courage grew, and his words were still ruthless.

"It's just a second-rate son who relies on his father's shadow, behaves recklessly, is arrogant, and can't do anything. ”

If Chen Lu heard this, with his character of retribution, Lu Xiangshu would not be able to live if he wanted to.

"Then what kind of character are you mountain masters?"

"Mountain Lord, it's useless if you know. Lu Xiangshu smiled contemptuously.

"Isn't he amazing?"

Xu Yongzheng drew his sword out of the sheath, and as soon as Jin Ge's sword came out, the cold air in the forest overflowed, and Old Man Lu not only felt a chill in his wound, but also a chill in his heart, and seemed to be very afraid of the sharpness and ruthlessness of this sword.

Although Lu Xiangshu is not afraid of death, he is afraid that he will not die simply and will be tortured before he dies. So he pretended to be calm and said, "The mountain lord is naturally amazing. Let's not talk about his force, let's talk about some of his means. If you are lucky enough to live a little longer, you will surely be able to appreciate it. As long as you don't die too early. ”

Xu Yongzheng snorted and sneered, and said, "You better care about yourself first, don't let your blood drain up, otherwise how can you shoot your mountain master's ass?"

The wound on Old Swordsman's right arm seemed to have finally stopped, and if he looked closely, he would find that the blood had almost wet the clothes on the right half of his body, which was due to his own drinking.

"Mountain Master Chen Yang said, you will definitely understand in the future. ”

Old man Lu began to hold down the broken arm, and added in his heart that he would understand his extraordinaryness and means.

"There are not many people I admire in my life, except for Emperor Qin, who is in love with him, and the son of the chess saint, Chen Yangdao is definitely one. ”

Xu Yongzheng carefully wiped Jin Ge's sword and said, "In this way, it seems that you are still a big man." Let's talk about yourself, what kind of character is you in Qingliu Sword Mountain?"

"I, I'm one of the top ten guests of Qingliu Sword Mountain. ”

"How's the strength?"

"The strength is in the guest qing, medium to low. Old man Lu said casually.

Xu Yongzheng did not forget to strike: "No wonder, what kind of guest can such a poor kendo strength be, is Qingliu Jianshan bent on doing good deeds? Or is your strength really at the bottom? Could it be that you are also the person in the boudoir?"

Old man Lu sat up again and drank the wine jug completely. He said: "You don't have to hit me, the strength of Qingliu Sword Mountain is not so unpopular." I deserved to be included in the guest list. It's not as unbearable as you say. ”

There is a bit of stubbornness and stubbornness in these words.

Xu Yongzheng saw that the old swordsman's neck was red, and he didn't know if it was caused by drinking or angry, but when he saw that he was a little excited, he didn't bother to test him.

Old man Lu seemed to be addicted to alcohol, and he said to Xu Yongzheng again: "Can you give me some more wine?"

Xu Yongzheng's movements stopped, glanced at the old swordsman Lu, and said, "It is said that they spit out the truth after drinking." You can do whatever you want. ”

After speaking, Xu Yongzheng picked up the second wine pot with his sword, and the wine pot fell steadily into the hands of Old Man Lu.

Old man Lu was unceremoniously, and rudely uncorked the wine with his mouth, this time the wine was not so wild, he slowly took a small sip, and then smashed his mouth, and said, "This is good wine." ”

Xu Yongzheng has no research on wine, and he doesn't know if what Old Man Lu said is true or false, but he is willing to drink and spit out the truth, and Xu Yongzheng is happy to see this situation.

Old man Lu raised the wine jug up and motioned for Xu Yongzheng to come a little too.

Xu Yongzheng refused: "My wound is too slow to heal, and it can't compare to the willfulness of my predecessors." ”

"People are dead and birds are facing the sky, where do you care so much?"

Old man Lu then took a few more sips and said, "In this way, I have to thank you for the good wine." I don't owe favors for the rest of my life, and I don't want to owe you anything before I die. ”

"It's okay, you can spit out more truth. Just repay me. ”

Old man Lu smiled when he heard this, looked at Xu Yongzheng and said, "Then Liu Chengjun deceived you, he is not the illegitimate son of the mountain lord at all." ”

Seeing Xu Yongzheng's unsurprised look, Lu Xiangshu understood.

"It turns out that you already know, but you can't imagine that you are taking this path. It's not a good road. If you're not careful, you'll be crushed. ”

This is a path that cannot be walked unless the strong-willed man walks, because he walks the way of sharpening his sword by borrowing the enemy.

Xu Yongzheng didn't pretend to be confused, and said: "At present, I only have this road to go." Therefore, whether it is the Sword Mountain or the people in the Sword Curtain, as long as they come to me, I welcome them very much, and welcome them to die under my sword. ”

Old man Lu didn't care about any wounds, picked up the wine jug, shook it at Xu Yongzheng, and said, "Then I toast you with a glass of wine, I hope we don't see each other for too long." ”

What this means is that Lu Xiangshu feels that he is dying now, and Xu Yongzheng's death is approaching. The two met on Huangquan Road.

"Don't worry, it's better for us not to meet. ”

Looking at Xu Yongzheng's unruliness, Lu Xiangshu sighed, perhaps because he was about to die: "It's good to be young." ”

After saying this, he lowered his head and became sad, and the conversation box finally opened.

"People live in the world, and they must fight for everything in order to be worthy of this life. I still remember the year when I was crowned, on the path in the countryside and woods, the woman nodded and smiled at me, and I didn't look back before leaving. All I wanted was to go out and make a name for myself. If I had gone back and fought for it, wouldn't that woman have gotten into someone else's sedan chair?"

The old man was completely lost in his memories.

"Many years ago, I traveled to the rivers and lakes, and the two competed for a sword book, and I respected that person for his high wind and bright festival, and he had a good reputation in the rivers and lakes. So I gave way, and I had the heart to make friends with that person. Who knew that after getting along for a long time, I found out that any good name and high style are all false. In hindsight, I also realized that I had missed the opportunity to get along with kendo. That man was only a few years old when he made it to the top of the list, and I didn't know about it. Later, the man was hunted down by the enemy, and his body was in a different place. I went to his grave to pay my respects, and found his wife and children crying, and it turned out that his family knew his temperament. I toasted half a glass of wine at the grave, and poured the remaining half on the tablet, and the man's wife and children were eventually remarried. ”

"A few years later, I entered the Qingliu Sword Mountain. After a night of chatting with the mountain lord, I could have won the position of guest secretary, but I refused. If I had bowed my head to the mountain lord earlier, I would have been able to obtain the sword in that sword mountain and learn the sword technique in that sword mountain, I am afraid that I would not have lost a good time, and I would not have won the position of elder until I was old. It's a pity that everything is too late, my kendo is already approaching the twilight, and I can't go any further, even in the sword, I can only rank in the middle and lower reaches. Over the years, how can all the people who fought with me end well?"

"Why am I alone, and I have to die before them today? Ha ha. ”

This laughter is a little desolate, and a little unwilling.

"It's a pity that I couldn't send those bastards to the end. ”

"It's a pity, it's a waste of time. ”