Chapter 16: Dusty Memory

Jun Xiaoran took a deep breath, looked at the kendo master in front of him twenty years ago, and now the kendo senior, he raised his right hand slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Jun is wrong, I want to find out the flaws of the predecessor's kendo in such a short period of time, this is equivalent to a fantasy, so I will no longer look for it in the future, please ask the senior to come out with a sword, so that Jun Mou's eyes will be opened." ”

Feng Qingyang sighed softly, "Okay!" ", and then shot at Jun Xiao.

Feng Qingyang had long since lost his sword, and the iron sword in his hand that had been slashed down like a swift wind was the saber that had already left the seasonal fox chong. Linghu Chong and Jun Xiaoran were at a disadvantage in the duel step by step, and even the swordsman was captured by Jun Xiaoran with Huashan sword moves. Now that this sword has fallen into the hands of Feng Qingyang, it has bloomed with a completely different power.

"The end of the road is the end of the world, and the end of the words is the sword." For some reason, this sentence suddenly flashed in Jun Xiaoran's mind, but he didn't have time to think about why he sounded this sentence, because the sword of the wind was clear.

Linghu Chong, who left the Siguo Cliff in a daze, woke up and found that he was staying on the back of his most respected master, and immediately wanted to come down, but a sharp pain made Linghu Chong can't help but howl bitterly.

"You were pierced through the chest by a sword, and you don't even have the strength to stand at this time, how can you have the strength to get up? You'd better stay honest and don't cause any more trouble for the teacher. Feeling that Ling Hu Chong had woken up, Yue Buqun said coldly, but he didn't have a good face for Ling Hu Chong.

Unruly, the arbitrary and reckless Ling Hu Chong meets Yue Buqun like a mouse meets Mao, only the honest one. Ling Hu Chong hummed softly, and then asked, "Master, where is the apprentice's sword?" ”

"I fell on the cliff, why do you still want to go back to the cliff and find it?" Yue Buqun responded.

"Master, can you help the disciple get it back? It was the disciple's first sword. Ling Hu Chong took a deep breath and stopped talking for a while. He mustered up the courage to speak.

Yue Buqun didn't answer, but the pace of going down the mountain slowed down, and after a while, Yue Buqun said slowly: "It's just a sword, I'll give you another one another day, go down the mountain!" ”

"Master, that's the sword you gave to your disciple!" Seeing that Yue Buqun had no intention of returning to Siguo Cliff, Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but say anxiously, "That sword is very important to the disciple. ”

Hearing this, Yue Buqun stopped. Looking at the rugged road down the mountain, his eyes suddenly became moist, at this moment, if it was his wife Ning Zhong, who usually gets along with Yue Buqun day and night, he would definitely be surprised and surprised here, since he took over the head of the Huashan faction, the senior brother has not shown such emotions for a long time - excited, emotional.

After a while, Yue Buqun slowly said a word that Hu Chong couldn't forget in his life: "That sword is very important to you, but without your life and death is more important to the teacher, go down the mountain, think about the cliff and Uncle Feng." Your sword will not be in the way. ”

After hearing this, Ling Hu Chong was stunned for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in tears. Always emotionally restrained. The master who gives people majesty and dignity can say such a thing, how can he not let Ling Hu Chong, who has always acted a little rebellious and caused a lot of trouble for his master, be excited and happy?

Recalling what he did in the past, Ling Fox couldn't help but be ashamed when he was impulsive. Over the years, he has wandered on the rivers and lakes, and his behavior is indeed worthy of the three big characters of the Huashan faction.

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"Master, have you thought about the wind on the cliff and the predecessor of Jun Xiao Dyejun, who will win or lose? The disciple found that the rivers and lakes, including the Huashan faction itself, rarely mentioned this battle, which could be regarded as a decisive battle at that time! "A room. A young man dressed as a scholar in white sat down in front of an old gentleman who was old enough to call him grandfather, and respectfully asked for advice.

The old gentleman was dressed in black linen, and his beard and hair were all white, and he even looked a little sloppy and messy from a distance. The old man is indeed a very qualified teacher, and the old man immediately replied to the disciple's inquiry, and said with a smile: "There are two reasons for this, first, everyone in the world only needs to think about the duel between Feng Qingyang and Jun Xiaoran on the cliff, but the result is that no one knows except themselves, so even if this battle is rare in ancient and modern times, few people talk about it." ”

"Two reasons? Master, what is the other reason? The apprentice felt that perhaps it was for this reason that the rivers and lakes were so secretive about the duel between Feng Qingyang and Jun Xiaoran, and no one mentioned it. ”

The old gentleman looked at the disciple in front of him who he was proud of, nodded, and sighed softly, "You guessed right. With that, the old man stood up and walked towards the rows of shelves filled with dense books behind him.

It occupies almost half of the room, and the three rows of bookshelves record all sorts of strange things. However, these strange things are all related to one person - Jun Xiaoran.

For example, the titles of the most conspicuous basic books on the bookshelf are written "On the Martial Arts of the Guigu School and Jun Xiao Ran", "The Martial Arts Tendency of Jun Xiao Dye Two or Three Times Since Jun Xiao Dye Was a Child", "On the Relationship between the Four Holy Lands of the Righteous Path and Jun Xiao Dye", and so on. Among these books, there are those who introduce the life and deeds of Jun Xiaoran, those who study Jun Xiaoran's preferences, and those who study the sect of Jun Xiaoran, which are too many and dazzling.

But among these dazzling books, the old gentleman found the book he wanted at once, a cover on white paper without any pictures, and only one line of quite a line of words on the booklet: Jun Xiao Dye and Wind Qingyang.

The old man threw the booklet on the table and said to the scholar sitting at the table, "There is a record of the answers you want to know, but the answers are not clearly written in the books, and you need to find them yourself." ”

The young scholar looked at his teacher a little helplessly, reached out and picked up the book, which should be only a few dozen pages, and asked, "Teacher, aren't you really writing these books?" ”

The smile on the old man's face retracted, and he said: "I have already answered this question to you once, if these books were written by me, then one of me and Jun Xiaoran should be dead, but now he is not dead." ”

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Master, it's me who has too many words!" Immediately, the young scholar said no more, and looked down at the thin booklet.

The scholar was not stupid, he had been following this teacher who seemed to outsiders to have an extremely strange temper for seven or eight years. Naturally, I understood the meaning of the master's words. If one person studies another person so thoroughly for a reason, there is only one possibility that that person is the enemy of that person.

There is only life and death between enemies.

The young scholar actually wanted to know who was the author of the book that took up half of the room, and whether he was alive or dead now, but every time he asked the teacher this question, he was silenced by the teacher who always liked to answer students' questions.

But the old man assured that when he had answered all the questions he had assigned. He will be told who the owner of these books is.

The young scholar of the booklet flipped through and read it for a long time, and the things recorded in this booklet are very simple, that is, after Jun Xiaoran lost his memory, he went to Huashan accompanied by Shen Luoyan and Xu Shiji, and anything that happened on Huashan, and the last three pages recorded the incident of Jun Xiaoran's duel with Feng Qingyang on the top of the cliff.

And so the matter recorded in the pamphlet was finished.

The booklet was carefully flipped up and down and read over and over again, but the young scholar still did not get an answer, and the old man did not speak, sitting calmly in front of the scholar, drinking wine and looking at the cold and beautiful plum blossoms outside the window.

An hour passed. The young scholar suddenly said excitedly: "Teacher, I understand. ”

The sloppy old man withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at the proud disciple in front of him, and said, "What do you understand?" ”

"The disciple understands what the second reason is!" Although he was very excited, the scholar quickly calmed down. Speak.

"Tell me about it."

The young scholar opened the pamphlet in his hand, turned to the second page of his hand, and said, "The answer is here!" ”

The old man smiled: "The above is just a conversation between Yue Buqun and Ling Hu Chong when they went down to the cliff, what can you understand from it." ”

The young scholar said very solemnly: "This very brief sentence just explains why the duel between Jun Xiaoran and Feng Qingyang has not been widely publicized. ”

"You should have your reasons for saying that, but what is your reason??"

The young scholar smiled and said his answer. The smile on the old man's wrinkled face became even stronger, and he nodded slightly and sighed: "Yes, it is precisely for this reason. But no one dares to mention this matter in today's rivers and lakes. ”

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Ling Hu Chong was a smart man, and he knew that since the master did not help him retrieve his sword, there was a reason. There are two reasons for this, one is because Jun Xiao is drenched and stopped, and the other is because he still needs a sword on the cliff. There are undoubtedly two reasons for this, and the second is more appropriate and reasonable. Reaching out to cover the wound that still hurts faintly, his mind recalls the sharp sword he suffered not long ago. Killing with a sword is the most vicious and terrible swordsmanship in the world, making Hu Chong believe that if Jun Xiaoran wanted to take his life at that time, then he had no chance of survival.

"Master, this Jun Xiaoran is thinking about discussing swords with Uncle Feng Tai on the cliff?"

Yue Buqun didn't speak, but Ling Hu Chong already felt that Yue Buqun's pace had slowed down unconsciously, and Ling Hu Chong, who had always known his master's mind very well, understood that he had expected nine times out of ten.

"Master, do you know what level Uncle Fengtai's swordsmanship has reached?" Tilting his head and glancing at the Siguo Cliff that was getting farther and farther away, Ling Hu Chong sighed softly, thinking of Feng Qingyang's elegant and outstanding demeanor and the unparalleled swordsmanship of pulling out the world, which made Hu Chong's heart fascinated, but immediately Ling Hu Chong realized that he was wrong, his master had always disliked the disciple of the sect to mention this strange temper Uncle Fengtai.

Ling Hu Chong carefully observed Yue Buqun's expression, but he didn't see any anger on Yue Buqun's face, although his face was as flat as a bronze mirror, his heart was secretly worried. After a while, Yue Buqun spoke: "As far as the way of the sword is concerned, maybe Uncle Feng has reached the legendary realm!" ”

"The realm of legends?" Ling Hu Chong's mind flashed with inspiration, and he exclaimed, "Master, do you mean that Uncle Feng Tai has reached that realm?" ”

"I don't know, but it should not be far away, and maybe Jun Xiaoran should also be not far from your Uncle Fengtai's sword realm, maybe they have all reached the boundary of the broken void." (To be continued......)