Jiang He didn't know that his name had been remembered by a group of strange old men who were past the age at this moment, and he didn't know that he had been regarded as a middle-aged scholar who was a late bloomer in his thirties. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, he was standing in the courtyard, the willows on the moon were hazy, and Hu Xiaoliu drank the wine in the pot and said goodbye. Before leaving, he once again persuaded Jiang He not to go to the Qingteng Club to find unhappiness.

"Sometimes, people are really angry with people. Hu Xiaoliu said to him meaningfully, and Jiang He still just smiled indifferently as an answer to him.

Hu Xiaoliu had no choice but to leave, and Jiang He cleaned up the yard and sat on the stone bench until this moment.

He had been thinking about one thing, and that was how to bridge the gap between himself and the cultivators.

There is such a thing as power, it is really not a simple one plus one, and the process of qualitative change is not very clear. He looked at the Tsing Yi Sword that was quietly placed on the table, glowing faintly in the moonlight. No matter how many times he swings his sword and strengthens himself for an hour every day, there is a world of distance between him and the cultivator.

It's as if even if you stand on the highest attic in the southern country, you can't touch the moon.

In the end, he reluctantly found that there was no way to solve it.

Jiang He sighed, opened his eyes, and finished his meditation, but there was still an endless fog in his sea of consciousness, shrouding his world, and he couldn't see everything clearly.

He looked up at the moon, round and bright, no different from the moon he had ever seen. Then he grabbed the green shirt sword on the table and began to practice the sword, and a round of hazy moonlight sprinkled quietly.

...

And looking at this bright moon with Jiang He, there is an old man sitting on the top of the mountain drinking wine.

He carried a wine gourd and sat on a large rock, which was on top of a hill, beside which was a tall, tall pine tree, growing lush and lush, with a canopy that obscured a large expanse of moonlight.

There was also a squirrel dozing off among the branches.

The old man was wearing an ordinary linen shirt, and his snow-white hair was neatly combed back of his head, but he did not tie it in a bun, but tied it with a rope at random, like a ball tied to the top of his head.

He had a long beard of half a zhang, and his black and white beard looked quite strange, and beside him stood an emerald yellow wine gourd, and a red rope hung from the wine gourd. At this moment, he was holding his arms and looking at the bright moon in the sky.

A cloud drifted in, blocking the moonlight, and layers of mist rose in the mountains.

The old man was tasteless, unscrewed the wine jug and took a sip of wine, then turned to look at the pine tree in front of him, and said softly: "I planted you back then, but now it is so high." ”

A mountain breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the old man's long beard was blown, and he looked at the pine trees with nostalgia on his face.

A figure walked up from the mountain path, a long robe fluttering in the wind.

The man was holding a neat bun, with a seven-foot green front around his waist, floating like a fairy. He walked up to the old man and bowed down.

"Master. ”

The old man put away his nostalgic look, but he didn't look back, he still looked at the big tree in front of him.

"What's the matter?"

The young man lowered his head and replied, "Vice President Qin said that there is a copy of the paper for you." ”

The old man waved his hand and said impatiently: "Oh, just let him review it, isn't the answer for him." ”

The young man still did not look up, and his tone was very respectful.

"It is said that it is a roll. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then retracted his gaze and turned around, he spread his legs indecently, and said, "Show me." ”

The young man finally straightened up, then took out a file tied with a red rope from his wide sleeve and handed it to the old man in front of him.

The old man ripped off the red rope on the outside of the roll, and then spread it out, but found that he couldn't see it, and then he raised his head to look at the moon hidden by the clouds, raised his hand and waved it gently.

The thick clouds dissipated with it!

A bright moon showed its brilliance again, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the top of the mountain, and the old man began to read the file in his hand with satisfaction by the moonlight, and the young man beside him stood expressionlessly, and the mountain breeze blew his robe.

After a long time, the old man raised his head and slapped his shoulder, which was a little sore.

The young man looked up at him and said, "What's his name?"

The old man frowned and opened the file again, then tilted his head to look at it, and said, "What river... Oh, the river. ”

The young man smiled lightly when he saw his appearance, and said, "It seems that this river is my little junior brother?"

The old man twisted his neck, then looked at the young man and smiled, and said, "It's possible." ”

The young man smiled slightly.

"You said it was possible, and it seems that you appreciate his answer. I wonder what he did with that question. ”

The old man folded the scroll and handed it to the young man, and then said, "He said it was round." ”

"Really?"

"Hmm. ”

The young man laughed again, his delicate eyebrows full of admiration.

"What a strange man. ”

He raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, and asked, "I want to know, is it really round?"

The old man got up from the stone, patted the ash on his buttocks, and then strolled to the edge of the cliff and watched the layers of mist rise beneath his feet.

"Yes. The old man turned his head to look at the excellent disciple in front of him, then grinned at him and said, "I have been gone for three years. ”

And another gust of wind blew in the mountains, blowing through the hair of the old and the young, and the towering pine tree.

The squirrel opened its eyes and looked at the moon outside the hollow, then squinted comfortably.

"I heard that this little junior brother had a fight with Li Qiushuang in the examination room. ”

The old man unscrewed the flask and took a sip, looked at the distant mountains, and asked curiously, "And then?"

The young man smiled slightly and said, "Li Qiushuang's sword has been defeated. ”

The old man gently covered the flask, and then carefully hung it around his waist. He turned his head to look at the young man, waiting for him to continue.

"The little junior brother uses the sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but he is a half-ass, I don't know where I learned it. ”

The old man smiled slightly and said, "The half-hanged Ten Thousand Sword Sect beats the half-hanger Li Qiubai, half a catty and eight taels." ”

The young man shook his head, straightened his wind-blown sleeves, and said, "But I heard that this little junior brother still doesn't know how to cultivate. ”

The old man blinked, and then said, "Then I really want to go and see this kid." ”

The young man looked up at the moon and said, "It should be a good little junior brother, but I don't know if it's really impossible to cultivate at all." ”

"It's okay, even if you can't cultivate the Tao, it's not bad for you and the third sect to teach him swordsmanship. ”

The young man seemed to remember something, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The old man put his hands behind his back, walked towards the people who were going down the mountain, turned his back to the young man and said, "Send the scroll to Lao Qin." ”

With that, he walked slowly down the hill and disappeared at the end of the trail.

Only the young man was still standing on the top of the mountain, the mountain breeze blowing, the pine trees rustling, and the moon hanging quietly.

He followed the example of an old man with his hands behind his back, then looked up at the moon and said to himself, "It's so round." ”

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...

Jiang He practiced his sword three times and drank two scoops of water before he stopped to rest.

The moonlight in the courtyard has never dissipated, only the crickets in the corner of the wall are quiet and quiet, and Jiang He holds the Qingyi sword and waves it gently.

A cold light flashed, and a tile of the roof quietly broke in two, but it did not fall, still hanging quietly by the eaves, only a puff of dust fell down on the top of the river.

Jiang He raised his hand and patted the dust above his head angrily, and then went to the backyard to boil a pot of hot water.

He stood in the courtyard, gently tearing the gauze off his body, the wounds had all scabbed, and the jet-black scabs crawled all over his body and arms like centipedes.

Jiang He sighed softly, he felt that he had been stabbed too much since he came to this world, but fortunately he didn't leave any obvious scars in the end, otherwise he might really have to wrap himself in a robe, and it would definitely not be pleasing to be seen by the girls.

The recovery ability of his body seems to be getting stronger and stronger, just like taking the elixir in the novel and waiting for the medicinal power to completely disperse, Jiang He feels that the sky-high genetic potion he once injected seems to have just begun to play his role.

Tearing off the last piece of gauze, the white skin is covered with jet-black scabs, which makes people look a little frightened.

Jiang He made hot water, gently wiped his body with a hot towel, then put on a clean blue robe, wrapped the green shirt sword on the table with a cloth, and then went out in the moonlight.

Jiang He felt that he still had to talk to Hu Xiaoliu.

Hu Xiaoliu was cooking the last pot of wine of the day when he heard the knock on the door, and he planned to drink this pot of wine to sleep.

As a result, the pot of wine was divided into two halves, and Hu Xiaoliu was a little distressed, thinking that after drinking your pot of wine during the day, he would be drunk back at night.

This is a pot of pure medicinal wine, which is made from a large wine jar at the back of the courtyard, and it is soaked with countless precious herbs. The coolness of the night urged Hu Xiaoliu to drink such wine, so he didn't care about the river sitting in front of him but drank two large bowls of wine.

The warm wine spread out in his heart, moistening his cold veins, he felt a lot better, and then raised his head and asked with a smile: "Jiang Ye can't be a wine glutton, why did he come to me late to beg for wine." ”

Jiang Hezheng was holding the wine bowl and sniffing the medicine in it carefully, and when he heard this, he put down the bowl, looked at Hu Xiaoliu and shook his head and said, "Of course not, but there are some things I want to ask the sixth master." ”

Hu Xiaoliu waved his hand and said with some displeasure: "Please call me Xiaoliu." ”

"Uh... Sixth master, get down to business and teach me swordsmanship. ”

Hu Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then looked at Jiang He, and only replied after a while: "What sword do you want to learn?"

Jiang He put the green shirt in his hand on the table, and the green shirt sword wrapped in linen was like a thick yam.

"I will learn everything you can teach. ”

Hu Xiaoliu once again showed an idiot expression and said, "Do you think that learning a sword is to boil water, and you can learn it in a day or two casually?"

Jiang He shook his head and said, "You only discipline, you can teach as much as you want." ”

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He's stubborn and firm eyes, couldn't help but smile slightly, and said, "You really look like me back then." ”

He got up and stood up, and then said, "Okay, then I'll teach you." How long are you going to study?"

Jiang He raised his finger, made a number and said, "Three days."

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Jiang He's fingers, and didn't know what expression to make, he could only pull the corners of his mouth with difficulty and said, "Hehe... ”

Jiang He looked at Hu Xiaoliu firmly and said, "Let's start." ”

Hu Xiaoliu was speechless, he looked at the moon in the sky, then looked at the river in front of him, and said, "For three days, I can only teach you one swordsmanship." ”

Jiang He nodded and said, "It's okay." ”

Hu Xiaoliu looked at the oil-paper umbrella in the corner, and then looked at the river in front of him.

Suddenly I felt a little inexplicable.

He didn't know where Jiang He's confidence came from, but looking into his eyes, he felt that the young man in front of him might bring something different, so he smiled and picked up the oil-paper umbrella in the corner...