The Governor of the Office came to two dusty guests, both of whom were weak in the year of the crown, and the jade tree was in the wind, such as Nan Ru Song, and the first class was beautiful. After hearing that he was coming to visit Mr. Cui, the porter didn't even ask about his identity, so he hurriedly led him into the official residence, led him to the courtyard where Mr. Cui lived temporarily, and helped knock on the door, and the porter respectfully said goodbye.

The person who opened the door was the gentleman who came here on behalf of Confucianism to ask for victory, and he won the reputation of Hebi Lang when he was young, and he has always been regarded as the best candidate for the next mountain master of Guanhu Academy. After he saw the two young people, he was surprised and surprised, looked at one of the young people leaning against the door, and asked with a smile: "Baqiao, who is this friend next to you?"

The young man who was called Baqiao said with a hippie smile: "This guy, he is a son of the Chen family of Longwei County of the Dayong Dynasty, Brother Cui, you can call him Songfeng, this guy is not good at beauty and wine in his life, but he has a habit of stone inkstone, I heard that there are a few old pits in the creek here, so I want to try my luck." He also has a distant relative, who is also with us this time, and if it weren't for her, Songfeng and I wouldn't have delayed entering the town until now, and we should have come two days earlier. She didn't like to deal with people, so she went to the town by herself. Alas, it's a pity for the bird, it's a pity for the bird, on the way here, I heard that a prince of the Sui Dynasty got a great opportunity and earned a golden dragon carp, and there is great hope for him to go out of the river in the future, and I will be so greedy that my eyes are red, Brother Cui, you see, it's full of bloodshots, right?"

The young man stretched his head towards the Confucian gentleman, who smiled and pushed the head away with his fingers, and reminded: "Liu Baqiao, since you have already delayed your trip, hurry up and get down to business, what are you doing here with me? When did the style of Fenglei Yuan become so procrastinating?"

The disciple of the Chen clan of Longwei County was apologetic, and said with a wry smile: "On the way here, there was a conflict accident, Brother Baqiao injured the viscera point that was used as a sword maintenance room, so I had to take the risk of moving the natal sword to Mingtang, if it wasn't for my poor cultivation and became a burden, I would never let Brother Baqiao be injured." ”

Liu Baqiao laughed heartily and said: "A few sneaky wild cultivators, relying on a little crooked ways, only to get lucky to hurt this son, anyway, he is already a dead soul under my sword, not worth mentioning! If he is not in a hurry, this son will get them a few clothed mounds, set up a tombstone, and write that they died under Liu Baqiao's sword on a certain year, month, and day, and in the future, when I become the first person in the way of the sword, I can't say that it will become a scenic spot, right?"

The Confucian gentleman had known this genius sword cultivator of the Wind Thunder Garden for a long time, and knew his natural unobtrusive character, so he brought the two into the courtyard.

Liu Baqiao suddenly lowered his voice, "Brother Cui, you give me a thorough explanation, is this world about to collapse? Mr. Qi, who has migrated here from the Mountain Cliff Academy, really wants to insist on acting against the sky?"

The scholar surnamed Cui turned a deaf ear.

Liu Baqiao smiled and pointed at this Mr. Cui, "I already understand." ”

The Confucian gentleman said seemingly casually: "Songfeng, I visited Mr. Qi at the school before, and when Mr. talked about self-cultivation, he had the feeling of 'time is not for me'. ”

Self-cultivation Qi family rules the country and the world, this sage seed from the Cui family, but only stopped when it comes to self-cultivation.

At first, Chen Songfeng thought it was a polite greeting between scholars, but when he saw the other party's eyes, his spirit moved, and Chen Songfeng immediately understood, hugged his fists and said: "Mr. Cui, I'll go look for that distant cousin, and then ask Mr. for advice on how to govern the country after I come back." ”

In Chen Songfeng's words, he intentionally or unintentionally skipped the "Qi family" link, and only mentioned governing the country.

Chen Songfeng left in a hurry.

The scholar surnamed Cui sighed and sat at the stone table in the small courtyard with Liu Baqiao.

Liu Baqiao crossed Erlang's legs and said bluntly: "This Chen Songfeng is smart and smart, and he can understand it at all, but he is too unparticular about his appearance, so he can sit down and talk nonsense with you, and it's not too late to leave, so he is so anxious to ask for ancestral Yin Huai Ye? I don't think it's necessary, now in addition to the Chen family of Longwei County in our Dongbao Aquarius, there are still a few surnames left on the table? Those acacia leaves, if they don't obediently fall into his Chen Songfeng's pocket, do they still fall on the heads of the laypeople who were born and raised in the town?"

The Chen family of Dongbao Aquarius is respected by the Chen family of Longwei County, although it has been silent for a long time, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, although the momentum is sluggish, but in the end, it is a thousand-year-old tyrant who has produced a large number of heroes in the ancestor, so even if it is a prosperous sect like Fenglei Garden, where Liu Baqiao is located, he does not dare to underestimate it, so even people like Liu Baqiao are willing to be with him, and they are regarded as half friends.

The scholar asked curiously, "You came here to find that Ruan Master and ask him to help you forge a sword?"

Liu Baqiao slurred and vomited, and his words were unknown.

It roughly means to do one thing for the sect to help, and if it is done, Wind Thunder Yuan will come forward to intercede with Master Ruan to cast a sword for him. As for the reason for that incident, Liu Baqiao seemed a little difficult to say.

The scholar said again: "Do you know that Zhengyang Mountain is also here, and it is the master and servant." ”

Liu Baqiao was stunned and said in shock: "I haven't heard of it at all, who is from Zhengyang Mountain?"

Then this young sword cultivator, who was known for his dominance in the Wind Thunder Garden, closed his eyes, folded his hands, and prayed in pieces: "Don't be Fairy Su who is captivating the country and the city, boy, I kneel and beg if Fairy Su is not coming, otherwise I will not come out of the sword or not?" Fairy Su glanced at me, I was going to be crispy, where would I be willing to sacrifice the flying sword......"

The reader was a little helpless, "Don't worry, it's not your favorite Fairy Su, it's the white ape who protects the mountain, and he escorts the precious granddaughter of Tao Kui, the pure yang sword ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain." ”

"Lao Cui, you are really my lucky star! If it weren't for Fairy Su, everything would be fine!" Liu Baqiao immediately jumped up and down, laughing and said, "I'm afraid that he will not be an egg?! I'm still afraid that an old beast won't make it?! Everyone in our Wind Thunder Park can be afraid, but don't instigate him Zhengyang Mountain!"

The scholar hesitated for a moment, "Wind Thunder Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are originally authentic kendo sects with the same root and origin, why can't they untie the dead knot?"

Liu Baqiao restrained his joking expression and said in a deep voice: "Emperor Cui Ming, if you talk like this in the Wind Thunder Garden in the future, don't say half a word to anyone." ”

The reader sighed.

Wind Thunder Park, Zhengyang Mountain.

From the ancestor sword immortal to the children who have just started, the two sides often don't need to disagree, as long as they meet, they will directly draw their swords and face each other.

The concierge of the official office and the elderly steward suddenly rushed to the gate of the courtyard in a hurry, and Cui Minghuang and Liu Baqiao got up at the same time.

The steward walked into the courtyard, and after saluting, he said, "Mr. Cui, I just got a piece of news that Zhengyangshan has made a move on a young man named Liu Xianyang. ”

Liu Baqiao suddenly became furious, "Which Liu Xianyang?!"

The steward had a lot of respect for Mr. Cui, and as for the unknown son in front of him, the old man was actually not afraid, and replied indifferently: "Back to this son, there is only one person named Liu Xianyang in our town." ”

Liu Baqiao's face changed drastically, and he sneered: "What a Zhengyang Mountain, it's too deceitful!"

Emperor Cui Minghuang looked calm and asked, "Did Mr. Qi come forward?"

The steward shook his head and said, "Not yet." I heard that the young man was taken to Ruan Shi's sword shop, and it was estimated that even if he didn't die, he only had one breath left, and someone saw with his own eyes that the young man was beaten in the chest with a punch, how could he survive. ”

Cui Minghuang smiled, "Thank you, old gentleman, for informing me of this." ”

The elderly steward hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, where the duty lies, bother Mr. Cui." ”

After the steward led the porter to leave together, Cui Minghuang saw Liu Baqiao sitting back on the stone bench, and asked suspiciously, "Are you coming for that young man?"

Liu Baqiao's face was gloomy and uncertain, "It's half of it." What follows will be a lot of trouble, big trouble. ”

Cui Minghuang asked, "It's not just the grievances that involve Wind Thunder Garden and Zhengyang Mountain?"

Liu Baqiao nodded, "Far more than that." ”

The scholar sat down with his hands in his hands and said softly: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop." It seems that it is time for me to go and retrieve that piece of Sifang Zhengui, even if it will be mistaken by Mr. Qi for our Guanhu Academy, there is no way. ”

Cui Minghuang stood up, "I'll go to the school, and I'll go back when I go." ”

After leaving the official residence on Fu Lu Street, he passed by the twelve-foot archway building, stopped, and looked up at the four-character plaque of "Don't give in".

In the sun, the reader reached out to cover his forehead.

After a moment of hesitation, he turned around and returned to the official office.

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On Fulu Street, the white-haired burly old man led the girl with a porcelain doll-like delicate face, and did not enter the Lu family's mansion, but went to the Song family, someone was already waiting at the door, and welcomed the two into the house. ”

The old ape who moved the mountain in Zhengyang Mountain nodded casually to the head of the Li family, let go of the little girl's hand, bowed his head and said softly: "Miss, the old slave is waiting for you on the top of the mountain." ”

The little girl sat on the threshold of the main hall, puffing out her breath and not speaking.

The head of the Li family said softly: "Senior, rest assured, our Li family will definitely send Miss Tao out of the town safe and sound." ”

The old ape snorted, "This time, please help take care of Miss, even if Zhengyangshan owes you a favor." Let me have something to say to Mademoiselle. ”

The old man immediately left the main hall, and ordered that no one in the family should come close to the Ganlu Hall for a hundred steps.

The old man also sat on the threshold and thought for a while, "Miss, there are some things that should not have been told to you, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no point in concealing it, so the old slave will tell you all about it." This trip to the town is mostly a bureau carefully planned by someone, the mother-in-law of the Xu family in Qingfeng City, she can't run away, but she may not be the heaviest person. The great thing about this pit is that even if the old slave is aware of it, he can't help but jump. Miss didn't know, the owner of the sword scripture was once a sword gangster who betrayed Zhengyang Mountain, created by him, according to your grandfather, the most valuable thing about this sword scripture is that although the person who wrote the book, the final sword achievement is just touching the threshold of the sword fairy, but the content of the sword scripture points directly to the avenue. Miss, what kind of vision does the ancestor of the Xie family, who is good friends with our Zhengyang Mountain, still give this sword scripture a two-word comment of "extremely high". ”

Then the old man's tone was a little indifferent, "And this sword genius who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, when he was desperate, took refuge in our old enemy Fenglei Garden of Zhengyang Mountain, and Fenglei Garden did shelter this person for most of his life, he was a shrinking turtle for most of his life, and later in order to confirm the Sword Sutra, he quietly left the Wind Thunder Garden, looking for several great sword immortals who had proved the Tao, such as the ancestor of the Xie family, even if they all disdained his character, but he did appreciate what the Sword Sutra was written. The ancestor of the Xie family once said privately that the sword scripture integrates the spirit of the two swordsmanship of Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden, once someone on either side cultivates, then the battle between the two families, who will die, should come to an end. ”

The old man said in a deep voice: "So this sword scripture, if the old slave can get his hands on it and hand it over to the young lady to practice, it will be the best result." Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if we don't get our hands on Zhengyang Mountain, what kind of old Dragon City Yunxia Mountain and the like, those young people have a chance, Zhengyang Mountain can bear it, but there is only one thing, we must not give in half a step, that is, the dog mongrels of the Wind Thunder Park will get the sword scripture in their hands!"

The old man's face was blue and hideous, "Miss, don't forget, in the deepest part of the garden of the Wind Thunder Garden, on the sword test field, the ancestor of our Zhengyang Mountain is also the ancestor of your lineage, Miss, when she was the weakest in Zhengyang Mountain, she resolutely challenged the owner of that generation of Wind Thunder Garden, but after she died in battle, her corpse was not sent back to Zhengyang Mountain for burial by the Wind Thunder Garden, but let her body be exposed, and even in the skull, there was a long sword of a Wind Thunder Garden swordsman, deliberately allowing others to observe and make fun of her!"

"Three hundred years, a full three hundred years, even if Zhengyang Mountain is recognized as a generation of talents, it has never been able to pull out even a sword from the Wind Thunder Garden! Generations of Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators have endured this kind of shame and humiliation, and if Zhengyang Mountain does not extinguish the Wind Thunder Garden for a day, it will be a joke for the entire Dongbao Aquarius for a day. ”

"Why is it that I, Zhengyang Mountain, after every ancestor has achieved the honor of the Sword Immortal, has never been willing to hold a celebration and tell the world?!"

These old things, the little girl has long been familiar with them, and her ears can afford to hear calluses.

It's just that when the relatives and elders talked about it before, they tried their best to mention this public case in a light tone, far from being as indignant as the mountain moving ape, and expressed their hearts directly.

The little girl asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa White Ape, then why don't you just punch that stubborn boy to death?" Although he is now a broken meridian and his breath is shattered, the sword meridian will naturally be smashed and shattered, and the immortals will not be able to recover. But if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what if, if someone saves him, if someone gets the Sword Sutra, then what should we do in Zhengyang Mountain?"

The inheritance method of that sword scripture is extremely special and mysterious, and it cannot be passed on, as if it was inscribed on the wall by the ancestor of the Liu family, or that it was the traitor of Zhengyang Mountain back then, leaving a circulating sword intent in the body of the descendants, passed down from generation to generation, and has been waiting for the talented descendants to appear and be able to control the sword intent containing the content of the sword scripture.

So as long as the boy dies, his porcelain buyer and Fenglei Garden will be completely useless. The Sword Sutra, which had never really appeared, vanished.

The old man laughed and said: "If the old slave kills the young man on the spot, he will be driven out of this small world in an instant, what should Miss do when the time comes, do you want Miss to face the people of the Wind Thunder Garden alone? Absolutely not, now he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect himself, besides, it really annoys the old slave, the big deal is to show his true body, the old slave wants to see, this world can not support the old slave's true body!"

The old slave stood up, imposing, and said: "Miss, don't pay attention to the matter of the young man on the covered bridge, let the old slave kill the people of the Wind Thunder Garden, and wait for you outside the gate of that mountaintop." If Qi Jingchun is acquainted, he will watch the fire from the other side, and if he dares to interfere, the old slave will dare to hit him to pieces. It is Ruan's master who makes a move, and the old slave has to fight to the end, so it is worth the trip!"

The little girl thought about it and said with a bright smile: "Grandpa White Ape, you go, don't worry about me." ”

The old man smiled and said, "Miss doesn't need to worry about the old slave." ”

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In a room of the sword shop by the stream, there was a strong smell of blood, and basins of blood water were brought out, and then basins of clear water were brought back.

An old man who was almost caught by a girl in Tsing Yi like a chicken, the shopkeeper of the Yang family's pharmacy, sat on a small stool in front of the window, stretched out his hand to wash away the blood stains on his hands, sweat oozed from his forehead, and shook his head helplessly after raising his head: "Master Ruan, this young man's injury is too serious, if it is outside the town......"

Master Ruan, who had his hands around his arms, said with a straight face: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

The old man had to smile bitterly.

I did say a nonsense, if it was outside the town, there would be no need for him to make a move.

Ruan Xiu, a girl in Tsing Yi, stared at the locust leaf on the forehead of the young man on the sickbed, which was already dark, green was still green, but there was no green. She turned her head abruptly and asked angrily, "Didn't you say that if Chen Ping'an took out his locust leaf, Liu Xianyang would be able to have half of his life?"

The old shopkeeper of the Yang family shop sighed and said: "If the owner of the acacia leaf himself is hit hard by this, and then inherits the ancestral shadow of the acacia leaf, of course, there is a fifty percent chance of being saved, but it is used to give others the blessing shade, it is another matter." ”

Ruan Xiu shouted angrily: "The surname is Yang! Then why did you talk nonsense before, saying that there is a fifty percent hope? Why didn't you say it earlier!"

The old man cried with a sad face, extremely aggrieved, "If the old man didn't say that at that time, I'm afraid that if the young man didn't die, the old man would have been beaten to death by you." ”

Ruan Xiu's face turned pale with anger, and she was about to open her mouth to curse.

The man said in a deep voice: "Xiuxiu, you must not be rude to Shopkeeper Yang." ”

Ruan Xiu gritted her teeth and remained silent.

After the man was silent for a moment, he glanced at the old shopkeeper who was stunned and had not moved for a long time, and began to scold as if there was no spring thunder blooming: "Shopkeeper Yang, you are fucking like a wooden pestle here, to death?!"

Encountering such a father and daughter, the old man really wanted to cry without tears, but the key was that he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to be a dead horse doctor.

From beginning to end, the straw sandals boy did not shout or cry, but went out again and again with water and then entered the door, and replaced a basin of blood water with a basin of clear water.

After another quarter of an hour, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy was also extremely irritable, looked down at the basin of clear water, slapped it into the water suddenly, splashing countless splashes, and then raised his head and said to Master Ruan with great grief and indignation: "Master Ruan!

The iron man frowned little by little.

The old man immediately shrunk his neck.

The young man finally spoke up, "Shopkeeper Yang, try again." ”

After the old man turned his head to look at the young man, the young man's eyes were clean, and he said in a slightly accentuated tone: "Try again!"

The old man exhaled a breath of turbidity, and he couldn't bear to say, "Child, the old man is really powerless." ”

The young man struggled to squeeze out a smile, "Shopkeeper Yang, please." ”

The old man shook his head with a tired face.

The straw sandals boy had only the last bit of hope in his eyes, and it disappeared.

He squatted down and put down the basin, sat on the edge of the bed, held the tall boy's already slightly cool hand, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than bitterness, and said softly: "I will come back." ”

The young man got up and left the house, walked to the threshold, suddenly turned around, bowed to the father and daughter of the Ruan family and the old shopkeeper, and thanked the three people who had been busy until now.

The boy crossed the threshold.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, and the boy paused for a moment before striding forward.

God doesn't give justice, it's okay, I'll ask for it myself, as much as I want.