Even if the sword cultivators in the world jointly raise their sleeves and raise their swords, cast a surging sword qi dragon, cross the sky, and wrap the way of heaven, it is difficult to defeat the four words "Hanging Mountain Sword Sect".

However, the good times were short-lived.

With the old view of Guanyin Mountain stepping into the half-step real martial arts realm, this matter swept the entire temple and rivers and lakes like a storm, and the old view of the master of this leap, can be said to be the world-renowned "first person", it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a hand to cover the sky, turning clouds and rain.

Today, there is a hanging mountain sword sect in front of the pilgrimage place of the world's sword cultivation, and there are eighteen cities in Cangzhou in the northern border pass to suppress the barbarians outside the country, and the merits shake the government and the opposition.

Now, Guanyin Mountain, which has been lingering in the hinterland of the Central Plains, has produced a half-step old immortal, which can make some ill-intentioned people take the opportunity to enter, and even worse, they even threw out the "hat of the four kings shaking the world".

Rumors spread, and the dynasty surnamed Su couldn't sit still, so he sent people to Zhao'an Guanyin Mountain, and did not hesitate to seal the old Guanyin Mountain as a prince with a different surname, and shared thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with him. The old immortal who entered the peak of martial arts was still restless, shaking his sleeves to catch fame and fortune, and Guanyin Mountain joined forces with the Su dynasty to slaughter the sect of the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect.

After killing for three whole years, the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect was cleaned up and cleaned, the corpses were all over the place, the dead were crushed to death, and the blood was like water flowing on the ground.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows. Therefore, they leave no man under their sword, and no soul is left.

Three years later, there is no Hanging Mountain Sword Sect in the world, although the sword cultivators in the world are angry, and the tip of the sword is directly pointed at the Su Dynasty and Guanyin Mountain, there is a half-step real martial arts, dare to be angry and dare not speak, and the most cheerful among them is also the fastest to shrink their heads.

There is no shortage of daughters in all sword cultivation, among which there is such a woman is really amazing, she has been a third-rate master of the realm to kill Guanyin Mountain alone, the enemy who is blocked, she is under a sword, within the five realms of "indiscriminate killing"!

She is as heroic as a flash in the pan, and she is better than Guanyin in white, and in the following years, the rivers and lakes have a high evaluation of this woman, and some old storytellers in taverns regard her deeds as the finale.

Twenty years later, the ruins and ruins in the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect were cleared, and many tombstones were buried, all of which had no names on the stone tombstones, but were only engraved with a sword pointing to the sky, and the word "Hanging Mountain", which replaced the life of the tomb owner during his lifetime.

A piece of tombstone is connected into a mountain, at a glance can not see the edge, so it is renamed "Lianshan Sword Tomb", the world sword repair saw the Su surname dynasty and Guanyin Mountain acquiesced, the people who came here to worship were endless, and after the boom, it slowly became unattended.

This scene is a vivid interpretation of the fallen tree.

In the Lianshan Sword Tomb, an old man who wears a hat all the year round, wears a robe, and claims to be an old fairy will shake his head and sigh every day at dawn: "People walk tea and it is cold, trees fall and scatter, and the sword is "hanging mountain" dare to be respected!" ”

Then, the old man who sweeps the tomb takes a broom, sweeps off the fallen leaves on the tombstone, sweeps it from morning to night, and then returns at sunset.

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July 12,

Today happened to meet Xiangyang Village to catch the market, gathered people from several surrounding villages, the scene can not be said to be noisy, usually in the village rare to see the storyteller, at this time is talking under the tree, the tea money earned is called a pot, look at the side of the hard work, get up early in the dark out of the stall of the villagers shook their heads, secretly said "knowledge changes fate."

In the corner of the bazaar, Qin Younian, who was dressed in plain clothes, drooped his head, looked at the neatly arranged bamboo basket in front of him and did not sell one, but listened to the book and put out a few pennies, then lowered his head and sighed, looked up and saw that it was not early, Qin Younian simply got up and packed up his things and went home.

The old man of the family will only know this craft, although it is famous in several towns, because it is too durable, and the bamboo basket will not be sold over time.

Qin Younian, who returned home, casually threw the bamboo basket by the door, kicked back a fallen bamboo basket, and complained to the old man lying on the rattan chair: "Old man, there is no business today, and there is almost no rice in the house." I heard that the kid from the old vegetable family found a livelihood in Shuanghu Town, and he paid two hangs a month, but he still lacked manpower there, so he couldn't do it............"

Before Qin Younian finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man's wave of his hand, the old man got up, glanced at Qin Younian, sighed, and said slowly: "Boy, you are not the one who does that person's work, if there is no rice at home, go to the Lianshan Sword Tomb to find the coffin board, he has a lot of silver, we don't have to be difficult to leave the silver to the coffin board to lay eggs." ”

Qin Younian sat on the stool and pursed his lips, and said, "If you want to go, every time I go, my face is about to be ruined by you." Besides, that strange old man asked me to call him the old fairy, and everyone in the village said he was a madman......... Hey, old man, I've never seen anyone cheat on your son like this, and sometimes I wonder if I'm your own. ”

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "You should go to the incense, it's still the old rule, bring two bamboo baskets for two hanging money and come back, no more, no less, otherwise it's hard to say whether you are my son or not." ”

Seeing that the old man was lying back on the rattan chair, and he looked like an old god was there, Qin Younian could only get up and take two bamboo baskets to the Lianshan Sword Tomb.

This is the agreed time.

On the twelfth day of every month, Qin Younian will go to the Lianshan Sword Tomb to offer incense, a total of nine pillars of incense, respectively to the first three tombstones, Qin Younian doesn't know why the old man asked him to do this?

But the old man told him so, and Qin Younian had no choice but to do it.

An hour later.

Qin Younian put the bamboo basket in front of the thatched hut of the old man who swept the tomb, knocked on the door three times, and said softly: "Old fairy, Younian incense is here." ”

"Squeak!"

The door opened, and the old man wearing a hat walked out, but he couldn't see his face clearly during the day, and the old man took out two pieces of money to Qin Younian, and said in a hoarse voice: "Today you go to the twelve pillars of incense, and the last pillar of incense is given to the empty tomb next to you." ”

Qin Younian was surprised, the old man who swept the tomb was originally a strange old man in his eyes, and he didn't ask much why he put incense on an empty tomb. took the incense and went to the Lianshan Sword Tomb to finish the twelve pillars of incense in turn according to what the old man said, and then he was about to get up and go down the mountain, but he was stopped by the old man who swept the tomb.

Qin Younian watched the old man take out a wooden box and put it on the ground, and said, "Younian, counting today, have you been here for eighteen years?" ”

This strange old man talks a little too much today, which is very abnormal. Qin Younian narrowed his eyes and said truthfully: "Back to the old immortals, counting today, it is exactly eighteen years. ”

The old man who swept the tomb nodded lightly and said, "What did you think when you saw those rangers in Xiangyang Village with knives and swords, eating meat and drinking wine?" ”

Qin Younian shrugged his shoulders, glanced directly at the old man who swept the tomb, pointed to his arm and said: "Old immortal, I have only been to private school for a few years, and I know a few words, besides, look at my arm, it is not as wide as the sword body of those heroes, what can I think?" Is it possible for me to walk the rivers and lakes with a sword, drink immediately, and drink blood on the horse. ”

The old man who swept the tomb sat in front of the wooden house, put the wooden box across his legs, and said: "When people practice martial arts, they are nothing more than essence, qi, and spirit, followed by moves and exercises. Your roots are not bad, and it's not too late to practice martial arts now, but you have to suffer a little, and you are much stronger than those so-called young talents. ”

The old man who swept the tomb clasped the thumb of his right hand on the wooden box, picked it up, and after thinking about it, he closed the wooden box, and then beckoned to Qin Younian, and when Qin Younian approached, the old man who swept the tomb continued: "The sword cultivation in the world is nothing more than walking the rivers and lakes according to the sword, sitting on the horse and getting off the horse, licking the blood from the edge of the knife, but I want to be famous in the rivers and lakes, and do the thing of the clown who jumps off the beam with a little bit of the end of the road." The old beggar can really calm down, and in the past twenty years, he has not said a word to you about the rivers and lakes, and taught you a trick and a half. ”

Qin Younian opened his eyes and listened to the clouds in the fog, a pair of eyes rolled wildly, and he didn't know how to answer, the old beggar in the tomb sweeper's mouth was the old man of his family, in Qin Younian's memory, the old man was just an old man who could weave bamboo baskets, and he didn't know a single big character, how could he be involved with the word "Jianghu"?

Qin Younian wanted to speak and stopped, but the old man who swept the tomb suddenly threw him two more pieces of money, put down the wooden box, got up and walked into the wooden house, leaving a sentence: "Give the money and the wooden box to the old beggar, he knows what to do, Younian, even if you have the power to bind the chicken, don't think about opening the wooden box, when you return home, the old beggar will open it for you, go down the mountain." ”

There was no movement in the wooden house, and Qin Younian, who was already active, asked the old man who swept the tomb to have a basin of cold water from head to toe, which was very cold.

Qin Younian put away the two hanging money, held the wooden box, bowed to the wooden house, and then turned around and went down the mountain to the village.

On the way, Qin Younian kept pondering, the old man who swept the tomb seemed to be talking to himself, and he didn't give him the space to speak at all. If it is according to the words of the old man who sweeps the tomb, the identity of the old man is not ordinary, how can he be willing to be a hidden mountain village if he is not a tired old monster?

Combined with the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes that Qin Younian heard from the old storyteller, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the old man was hiding very deeply, and Qin Younian never thought that the master was actually by his side.

"Old man, it's very bad."

The more Qin Younian thought about it, the more excited he became, and the pace of going down the mountain to the village quickened a lot, and when he got home, Qin Younian, whose face was flushed, pulled the old man up from the bed, and no matter how the old man struggled and got angry, Qin Younian simply came and directly carried the old man out of the house and put him on a rattan chair in the yard.

Qin Younian didn't speak, just put the wooden box and the four hanging coins in front of the old man, and the old man, who was already angry, saw the things on the table, instantly quieted down, and returned to the rattan chair with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Under the moonlight, neither the old nor the young spoke, Qin Younian looked at the old man expressionlessly, his eyes blazing. The old man covered his face with his hands, sighed for a long time, and said slowly: "The rivers and lakes in the world are eight zhang wind, and the red dust is three taels of wine!" I almost forgot about the time that had been agreed on so long. ”

Although he didn't know what the old man meant by what he suddenly said, Qin Younian didn't ask, just listened quietly.

The old man knocked on the door of his head, then sat up, picked up the four hangs of money on the table and put it in his arms, pouted, and muttered: "Okay, okay, the old man has worked hard for twenty years in exchange for two hangings of money, and he really got home, and those real money and silver will not be born, and I haven't seen you be generous to me once." You're generous to the stinky boy, and you can make sense of that. ”

Then, the old man got up and cleared his throat, stood in front of Qin Younian, and said something that he would never forget.

"Stinky boy, old man, I opened my eyes when I saw money, and I sold you to a tomb sweeper for two hangings, and you will not be my son in the future, you are his son."

"I......... Fuck it! ”

Old man, please be a person.

Qin Younian was dumbfounded, and then he was unusually angry, pointing at the old man's hand and trembling, did the old man see the money?

Even if you go to sign a deed of sale with a big family in the town, it's not just that!

Could it be that the old man is sleeping?

Or what.........

conspiracy

Qin Younian fixed his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, it turned out that the old man and the person who looked at the coffin board had already discussed.

The most lethal official complaint: (Look at the coffin board: Alas, yes, it's you, the two hangs of money already give you face, and if it's too little, return it to me.) ）