The willow leaves are bent, the willow branches are long, the river flows westward under the willows, and the ancient pavilion next to the willows is still there.

A lot has changed over the years, and the willow trees that were originally planted by themselves have become covered, sprinkling shade for this ancient pavilion.

The sound of "sass" is uniform and delicate, and the ink grinding people are focused, rolling up their sleeves with one hand and grinding the ink block in the inkstone with the other.

Yang Sen's eyes are half-open, concentrating, his hands are like dragons, large millimeters are inserted into the inkstone, full of ink, and the pen is a dragon and snake.

Pick and outline, a big "heart" word jumped on the paper, the word became a moment, as if there was a burst of light.

Yang Sen casually put the pen on the pen holder, took a deep breath, and then turned around: "When I first saw you here a hundred years ago, you could see my thoughts from the words at a glance. ”

"A hundred years from now, I don't know if you can still do this!"

In a hundred years, things have long been people, and only one thing can withstand the washing of time the most, and it can not withstand time the most, and that is the heart.

Yuejiangliu, who was originally behind Yang Sen, took a step forward, his eyes from top to bottom, carefully examining the word "heart" that had not yet dried in ink.

After looking at it for a long time, Yue Jiangliu sighed and said, "The meaning of the central teacher, the student understands." ”

Yang Sen rubbed his fingers against the cross on his chest and said, "Oh, let's hear it! ”

Yuejiangliu said: "Confucianism is based on moderation and righteousness!" The central teacher wants his disciples to be upright, peaceful, and not to make mistakes. ”

After hearing this, Yang Sen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You are the only person I have seen in my life, a hundred years ago, when you were young, I felt that it was difficult to see through you, and now it is even more like an abyss, bottomless." Some disciples should be so happy, but you have made me worry! ”

Yue Jiangliu didn't dare to make any more guarantees, so he had to say vaguely: "The disciple should follow the teachings of the central teacher. ”

Yang Sen sighed again and said: "The wind and waves of the rivers and lakes are already treacherous and changeable, and it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, and I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse for you to get involved in martial arts." Mo is like Pingyao..."

Speaking of Guipingyao, Yang Sen couldn't help but feel sad, that kid was too stubborn.

Seeing that Yang Sen's expression was not good, Mo Moren persuaded: "Don't be sad when you order the senior brother, it is also to ensure the peace of all parties!" ”

Gui Pingyao, in addition to Yuejiangliu, Xuehai is the most valued person by Yangsen, Yuejiangliu and he are also very friendly, but they went out in front of a Jiazi to meet a woman of different races, there is a difference between good and evil, but the two are far away.

Yue Jiangliu only sighed when he knew about this.

Yue Jiangliu said: "I have also heard about the matter of returning to the senior brother, and it is difficult for outsiders to say anything about it!" ”

Yang Sen said in a low voice: "This time Xuehai has been involved in the rivers and lakes, which makes the teacher feel powerless, but he is helpless. ”

Yue Jiangliu clenched his fists and said: "It is the responsibility of the disciple to share the worries of the teacher!" The disciple will not dishonor the teacher's life if he goes! ”

After a while, Yang Sen instructed the Momo people behind him: "Momo people, you go down first, I have something to say to your senior brother!" ”

Momo people retired according to their words: "Teacher, senior brother, Momo people will retire first." ”

Giving up left and right, Yang Senyi hesitated, and said after a while: "I don't know if you can put down that kung fu in the past hundred years!" ”

In Yue Jiangliu's eyes, the five qi fluctuations on Yang Sen's body, and the struggle in his heart can be said to be clear at a glance: "I haven't slackened for a moment!" Yue Jiangliu said that his hand stroked from his chest, and the space in front of him was like rippling water waves, and a golden light sparkled out from the water waves, the most holy, the greatest, the supreme, the most noble! Only a sword shadow made me can't help but bow and worship.

The moment he started, the light suddenly converged, the holy qi was hidden, and an ancient sword showed its shadows. On the one hand, it depicts the five elements to open the sky, and on the other hand, it depicts the pilgrimage of all peoples.

"Yang Shi, please look!" As he spoke, he handed the sword in his hand to Yang Sen.

As soon as he took over, Yang Sen suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, and a supreme domineering aura poured into his body: "What a stalk of all things, what a breath of God Emperor!" ”

After some investigation, Yang Sen returned the Excalibur and said, "I can't imagine that a hundred years later, this sword will form such a model!" ”

The divine sword was hidden, and Yue Jiangliu replied: "Things can be moved as you like!" ”

All things are born, which can be described as the sword of the moon river. The completely open life of all beings gave Yang Sen a general understanding of the mental path of the disciple in front of him: "Who would have thought that you would have such a big change when you write that man will conquer the sky!" ”

A hundred years ago, Yue Jiangliu's mind was not the same as it is now, and he recorded that he had written a book of "Dialectics of Things" in his two lives in order to repay the confidant of the sect leader who took care of his two siblings.

Intentionally planting flowers and flowers do not bloom, unintentionally planting willows and willows, string bosom friends also embarked on their own old path, but this book that accumulated dust shines one day later, and the chapter of "Man Conquers Heaven" is even more noisy, and is regarded as a guideline by some radicals who are dissatisfied with the status quo of Confucianism.

Heaven and earth are the foundation of Confucianism, and it can be said that people will win the sky. For the sake of this book, Xuehai also set off a killing, but he couldn't stop the outflow of this book, so he had no choice but to list this book as a banned book and stop it.

Yang Sen couldn't help but have a headache when he looked at the disciple in front of him, the storm caused by this book would eventually make monstrous waves again in the future.

All things are born, and there is no recklessness in the sky that man will conquer the sky, only the height of the sky. Such a change of heart made Yang Sen feel related. A hundred years of solitary confinement was too cruel for a young man in his early twenties. Although the 100-year period has expired, five-sixths of his life has been spent in the dark tower.

Yue Jiangliu saw Yang Sen's grief and said: "Yang Shi once said that when my Holy Emperor's qi has been achieved, he will tell me a big secret. Do you want to solve my doubts today? ”

Yang Sen restrained his mood and sighed: "I don't know, should I mess you into this turmoil?" ”

Yue Jiangliu said: "Since it is related to the Holy Emperor's Qi, then sooner or later he will find me." The central teacher told each other in advance, and it was better to prepare early. Moreover, I also crossed the aura of the Holy Emperor into the Divine Sword, leaving a way back for myself. ”

After a few words, Yang Sen made a decision and said, "Okay, it's more suitable for another person to tell you about this matter, and you can come with me." ”

……

The streamer is galloping, thousands of rivers and mountains are instantaneous, crossing the dangerous road, crossing the dangerous waves, and the stinging becomes a thoroughfare.

The streamer was fixed, and the figures of Yang Sen and Yuejiang suddenly appeared.

The flowers are always blooming, the water is evergreen, the warblers are flying and the butterflies are dancing, and the spring colors are gathered.

Yue Jiangliu looked around and couldn't help but calm down: "Yang Shi, what is this?" ”

Yang Sen said nostalgically: "This is the biggest secret of my Shoutian clan!" ”

"Heaven Keepers!" Yue Jiangliu knew where this was after a little thought, and the person he was going to see must be the only one who "won" the god of death, a night begonia!

Walking through the flower stream and crossing the butterfly group, a stone appeared, and it was written: "Qiyun Zhai!" "The font is delicate and tactful, and the freedom is as soft as water.

Seven rhymes is another name for poetry.

From the words to the people, there must be a literary young woman who is knowledgeable and courteous, graceful as a lotus.

Yue Jiangliu said: "Seven rhymes are the name, the font is beautiful, and the owner of this place has a rough image!" ”

"Let's go!" Walking into this place, Yang Senxian is extremely solemn.

At this moment, the aroma blows, revealing a breathing cold air.

A figure came like a fire cloud at great speed, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of him, and with a wave of his five fingers, he shot out five sharp filaments, and there was a sound of "呑" where he passed, and the surrounding flowers and trees were all cut by the waist.

"Hmm!" Yuejiangliu did not wait for Yang Sen's action, and his footsteps were continuous, already blocking the front.

As soon as he grabbed it in the air, the extremely sharp filament was grasped in his hand as soon as possible. Pulling back, the attacker staggered and exposed. Dressed in red with killing, the end is evil.

"The girl is ruthless, but she loses her hospitality!" Yue Jiangliu said.

"Go back!" The words were cold, and the filaments in the red-clothed woman's hand flicked one by one, and a cutting force far superior to the sword cut towards the Yuejiang River.

"Drink!" With a chuckle, Yue Jiangliu dissolved the killing move of the woman in red with a shake of his hand.

"Girl, don't do it, we're here to visit the master of this place." Yang Sen explained.

"Go back!" The woman in red was still cold, and her voice did not fluctuate.

At this moment, a pleasant voice came, like spring water melting ice: "Binghua, let them in!" ”

Hearing this voice, Yang Sen's heart was warm, as if he had returned to the time when he was still mentioned: "This voice, this voice..."

Walking through the vestibule, a bamboo forest is scattered. In the middle of the bamboo forest, on the platform, three screens stand, covering the eyes of visitors, only a graceful figure looms on the screen.

"Xiao Yangsen, I didn't expect us to meet again!" The woman's voice in the screen was soft and warm, like a cup of warm tea injected into Yang Sen's heart.

"I'm not young anymore, I've grown up, even the students are so old." After many days of load-bearing, this moment seems to have all been put down.

"Look at my student so handsome!" As he spoke, he pushed Yuejiangliu to the front, like a child showing off to his elders.

"Xiao Yangsen, you are still as naughty as when you were a child!" The sound of footsteps sounded, and the woman behind the screen walked and swayed gently, and finally stepped out of the screen.

Hao is like clotted fat, smooth and crispy, the head of the mantis is moth eyebrows, and the moon is shy of flowers. The face is as bright as jade, the eyes are cut water, and the smile is full. It has more warmth than Daiyu, and more intellectuality revealed in the book than Bai Suzhen.

It is worthy of a woman who has shaken the will of death, Yuejiangliu said secretly.

"Girl, you are better than Venus in beauty and wiser than Athena. You are my eternal goddess! I'm finally seeing you again! Yang Sen knelt down on one knee, took the woman's right hand and kissed it.

The past flashed in the depths of my mind, as if I had returned to the carefree days of my childhood.

"Xiao Yangsen, you've grown up!" The woman looked at Yang Sen in front of her and couldn't help but smile, her eyes were full of warmth.

……

The conversation was all about how Yang Sen was naughty when he was a child and how the woman defended him. The tea has passed three times, and Yang Sen and the woman have only then turned back from the joy of warm memories, and this person is just like Yue Jiangliu thought that it was a night of begonias.

"I can't imagine that for so many years, you have come over like this, hey, I'm sorry for you!" Yixi Begonia said.

"I am the only one left in the Heaven Shou clan here, and I can be regarded as fulfilling the oath of the ancestors!" Speaking of this, Yang Sen couldn't help but feel heavy.

It turned out that the ancestor of Yangsen lived in the extreme west, and once encountered a great disaster, so he made a deal with a mysterious person: to exchange the generational guardian goddess for an immortal of the clan.

After that, the catastrophe passed, but the people died one by one. Later, I found out that the original transaction had been fooled, and that none of them wanted to die became only one immortal.

After that, the Heaven Keeper became a one-man Heaven Keeper, but the transaction continued.

The "goddess" and the "guardian of the heavens" began to support each other. The "Heaven Keepers" guarded the "goddess" all their lives, the old "Heaven Keepers" died, and the new "Heaven Keepers" were raised by the "goddess", and the cycle went on from generation to generation.

"Oh, are you saying you've found that legendary power?" Yixi Haitang said, her voice a little excited.

"Yes!"

"In order to free themselves from their fate, the Heaven Shou clan tirelessly searched for a way to get rid of it, and finally found a clue and found a fragment in a sea of clouds, which is where the hope lies. I didn't expect the dawn to appear in your hands! "One night, Begonia watched the children she raised die one by one, and she was tired of this fate.