readx;? Lao Song listened to this call, opened his eyes, his movements seemed to be a little difficult, and after seeing the person clearly, he found that he didn't know this person, but he still remembered the white clothes, he also had a set of such white clothes back then, and he also regarded that set of clothes as a treasure, but unfortunately that set of clothes could no longer be worn on his body in the end, as if there was a sudden sense of arrogance, Song Cripple suddenly puffed up his chest and asked, "Sword Pavilion's?"

He originally wanted to ask the senior brother of the Sword Pavilion, but then he suddenly remembered that he was not from the Sword Pavilion, and it had been seventy or eighty years since he left the Sword Pavilion, so he hurriedly stopped, as if he had only said half of the words. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The man in white has a handsome face, looks very elegant, not like a swordsman to more like a scholar, in fact, he does not have a sword at his waist, he walked to Lao Song lightly, nodded, with a faint smile on his approachable face, which makes people feel kind when they see it, and they can't tell how old he is if they look closely.

"Mr. Song, the punishment of 60 years of expulsion from the sect has reached the limit. The man in white whispered.

Song Cripple was shocked.

That one who was so old that he forgot the upper limit, did the Sword Pavilion still remember it? For himself, a dispensable disciple, the Sword Pavilion actually kept it in mind?

Lao Song listened to these words, and suddenly trembled, just like a lonely old man who had a house leak and met his long-lost wife at a critical juncture, he opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound, and after a long time, he said "ah".

"Can I go back to the sect?" Song Cripple, who was young, must have been so excited that he could jump, but at this moment, the old Song, who was over eighty years old, could only wave his arms indiscriminately, trying to stand up, but he couldn't stand up for a long time, and finally sat back on the threshold again.

The man in white smiled and looked at it, and the old man was already full of tears.

The man in white didn't care about the mess, just flicked the front hem of the white shirt of the Sword Pavilion, sat on the threshold next to Song Cripple and said: "Senior brother, don't get excited, you can return to the master's door The matter is certain, no one can change it, as long as you want, you can take away the set of white shirts and long swords that belong to you at any time." ”

Song lame laughed, laughed for I don't know how long, and suddenly retracted, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at the street scene at the entrance of the alley in the distance, and said, "I didn't expect the master to remember me as a rebel." ”

The man in white was silent.

Song Cripple said: "How long has it been since this has passed? Sixty years since I was expelled from the sect? Is it sixty years? That's really too long, so long that I can't remember such a thing back then, so long that the pavilion master stood in front of me, I couldn't even recognize his appearance, and even if the brothers who practiced sword with me in those years were coming to me, I couldn't be famous." ”

As he spoke, Song Lame lowered his head and looked at the ants crawling around in the cracks of the bluestone slab, and chuckled, "How did you come here in the first place?

The man in white said softly: "The matter of the lame swordsman Song Guangming is known to everyone among the senior disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and even among the younger disciples, it can be called word of mouth, and there will be no one who has not heard of Senior Brother Song's great achievements back then. ”

Lao Song laughed and said: "Oh, I didn't expect that sixty years have passed, and I have become a celebrity in the Sword Pavilion. ”

The man in white saw him smiling happily, and he also laughed, and his eyes were a little lonely.

Lao Song said with emotion: "The most regrettable thing is that I didn't kill that bastard at the beginning, and I don't know how to do it now." ”

At that time, the Sword Pavilion once produced a genius disciple, named Song Guangming, but in just one year, he integrated the swordsmanship in the general outline of the Sword Pavilion, which can be called a generation of geniuses, but at that time, his talent had not been fully discovered by the Sword Pavilion, and it coincided with this period, he provoked an elder's personal disciple in the Sword Pavilion, and injured him all over the body in the competition, which caused the elder to be angry, although the Sword Pavilion Master had the heart to protect Song Guangming, but the elder was too old in the Sword Pavilion, so it was worth wronging Song Guangming to let him come to the door to make amends, who knew that Song Guangming, who was as upright as a sword, refused to live or die, and even verbally collided with the elder, was broken by the elder, I thought that the broken leg would be over, but Song Guangming carried a sword that night to abolish the elder's disciple! So in desperation, the Sword Pavilion Master had to abolish his cultivation and expel him from the division, and at the same time, he spent countless heavenly and earth treasures in the Sword Pavilion to heal him, so as to calm the elder's anger.

In fact, that elder and his disciple were killed not long after, and it was the old pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion who killed him personally.

The man in white said, "That man, dead." ”

Old Song was stunned and said in a low voice: "Dead? Are you dead?...... It's just that, it's been so many years, I can't remember any grievances and hatreds, he died when he died, and he might have felt happy a few decades earlier, but now he doesn't feel anything. ”

The man in white suddenly stood up and said, "I left the clothes and swords of the Sword Pavilion disciples I brought in the inn, I'll get them for you, you wait for me." ”

With that, he got up and left.

Song Cripple nodded, and after the man in white left, he raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered: "How many years? How many years have you not touched the sword? If you touch it again, I'm afraid you won't want to let go." ”

Then he lowered his head again, and his eyes fell on the ants in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, on the moss on the eaves of the windowsills of the alleys, and on the street scene of people coming and going in the distance.

He whispered to himself: "There are so many nostalgia, so how can you walk chicly and simply......?"

"I heard that the old pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion has left, and I don't know if I can see the pavilion master on the Nai He Bridge after going down to the netherworld, if I do, I will definitely pull his clothes and ask, why did you speak for that bastard in the first place?"

"However, at least when you leave, as a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, this is enough. ”

As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes and never opened them again.

At that time, Song Guangming, a sword wizard, was abolished at the gate of the Sword Pavilion, and he smashed his sword on the ground, and in the eyes of everyone, he was so bloody that he staggered out of the mountain gate, and he was not allowed to come back for the rest of his life.

Now, the lame old Song, who returned to the identity of a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, passed away peacefully in the alley of Hanyan County.

......

......

Not far away, the man in white walked quickly with his clothes and sword, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly stopped in place, like a sculpture.

Then sigh softly.

In fact, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion didn't remember the lame Sword Pavilion Song Guangming at all; in fact, there was no sixty-year period when he was expelled from the sect; in fact, he was the Sword Pavilion Master Xu Zhongwen.

Xu Zhongwen took Song Guangming's body and left Hanyan County, and buried the new Sword Pavilion disciple Song Guangming in the Yunyan Mountain Range next to Hanyan County, and the direction opposite the tombstone happened to be the place where the Sword Pavilion was located.

After completing all this, Xu Zhongwen turned his head to look at the mountains and fields, his eyes calm, as if he was looking for something. (To be continued.) )