Inhale, swallow, spit out.

Coherent.

Wisps of aura flowed out of Xie Wenliang's nose.

Once you have entered the realm, you can see the aura of the world clearly, and it is like a swimming fish in Xie Wenliang's eyes.

A monk is a fisherman.

Especially in the early morning, the turbid qi alternates at sunrise, and the aura of the world is even more pure.

The sun rises in the east, and the purple air comes from the east.

Xie Wenliang got up early in the morning and sat under the peach tree to breathe in the aura, feeling the flow of the aura in his body, feeling the pain when it passed through his own meridians, and finally condensed into a drop of dew.

Looking inside the spiritual mansion, there are already eighteen drops of dew.

When the dew gathers into a stream, it will naturally enter the second realm.

Thinking that he was about to go to the Eastern Capital with Xu Nanchan, Xie Wenliang couldn't help but be a little excited, after all, it was a juvenile trip.

There are fourteen states in the world.

The eastern capital was the capital of the Southern Dynasties, and thirty years ago, the Southern Dynasties had Kyushu and suffered heavy casualties, and they were forced to cut off the two states to sue for peace. The royal family moved from north to south, still naming the new capital as the Eastern Capital.

However, Beizhu wanted to humiliate the Southern Dynasty and renamed the former site of the Eastern Capital to Tokyo.

It is still taken from the book "Tokyo Menghualu" by the old man of the Southern Dynasty.

At this point, the south and the east capital, the north and the north of Tokyo, each occupied seven states, and the north and south faced each other for 30 years.

Since then, there have been twists and turns, and there have been many small battles.

Xie Wenliang lived south of the north-south junction where Huai was located, so he avoided becoming a direct battlefield, but was a favorable military support office for the Southern Dynasty to guard the border passes.

The fourteen state capitals in the world are so big, no matter if you are an immortal, it will take several days to face the blue sea and the twilight.

Taking the enemy's head with a sword for a thousand miles is indeed easy for some people.

Twenty years ago, the Southern Dynasty rectified the legislation, respected Confucianism, and named Confucianism and Taoism as the three religions to protect the country, and the rest of the small sects were suppressed with iron and blood!

The Sword Sect had long since disappeared thirty years ago.

Xie Wenliang is still young, and he doesn't remember how many places he has been, only that he has been in exile.

It wasn't until he met Jian Lao that an old man and a young man settled down in Lihuai.

In the intervening ten years, Jian Lao sometimes rose up to tell two stories, and Xie Wenliang became a storyteller.

Green shirts, wooden swords, white umbrellas, and shocking wood.

Suddenly leaving this small city where he has lived for many years is somewhat reluctant, but Xie Wenliang is more happy at the moment, after all, he is a teenager.

The sword is not matched, and it is already a river and lake when you go out.

The wine is still warm, and the entrance is not clear.

Over the years, storytelling has also saved a lot of silver, which is enough for the sword to spend a year.

Xie Wenliang shook his head, got rid of distracting thoughts, and continued to vomit.

On the way to cultivation, it is in a diligent word, and diligence can make up for clumsiness.

Talent determines the upper limit, and effort determines the lower limit.

If you cultivate into the second realm, you can transform your spiritual energy into sword qi and so on, and you can be regarded as a true cultivator.

Just as he closed his eyes and continued to absorb and peel off the impure aura in his body, he suddenly heard laughter.

He knew her.

"Yo, Xiao Liangzi, so attentive." Xu Nanchan rubbed his long hair, wanting to rub it into a chicken nest: "The first beauty in the world has to be guarded by a junior brother." ”

I want to choose to ignore it, but I can't ignore it at all!

Xie Wenliang opened one eye and looked at her, while Xu Nanchan stretched out his hand to support his other eye, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Xiao Liangzi is not practicing, he is sleeping." ”

Xu Nanchan suddenly straightened his face and looked serious: "When punished, the mud can't support the wall!" ”

"I wonder how Mr. Nanchan punished me?" Xie Wenliang seems to have also entered the role: "The disciple listens attentively. ”

Two peach leaves fall and fall together.

"That...... That one. Xu Nanchan turned his back and pretended to say, "Then buy a string of rock sugar gourds for Master Xu, no, two strings!" ”

Lust is respectful, and the courtesy is more and more polite.

The two of them suddenly laughed.

"Well, the disciple obeys orders." Xie Wenliang smiled and said, "Otherwise, let the old man make a sugar crispy fish?" ”

Xu Nanchan turned around, raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands: "Great goodness, Xiao Liangzi is really caring." ”

"Would you two like to buy some more apricot blossom cakes with some sugar pastries?"

I don't know when, the old man has already appeared on the steps of the small building, and is looking at the disciples and girls downstairs with a smile.

Xu Nanchan was very atmospheric: "There is some nonsense in the front, but the sentence in the back is just right." ”

The girl and the old man looked at each other.

Very tacit.

Suddenly, in unison: "Xiao Liangzi, why don't you go quickly?!" ”

"Gotcha!" Xie Wenliang: "I'll go!" ”

Food in all directions, but a bowl of fireworks in the world.

……

……

After eating, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The richer the dish, the grander the parting.

The old sword coughed dryly: "What's this, I want to travel far away with a sword when I am twenty years old." ”

"The saint said, 'Parents are here, and they are not far away.' Xie Wenliang's eyes were a little moist: "My parents died of famine, and your steamed buns saved me back then, so my feelings for your master have always been like a brother and a father." ”

The sword elder looked straight at the young man, a little distracted.

Didn't react right away.

"The sage also said, 'There must be a way to swim.'" Xu Nanchan held his little face.

She also remembered her parents, why didn't she come and pick her up?

At that moment, there was some hatred, but then when I thought about it, I knew that there must be something strange about it.

On the night she saw Xie Wenliang, she clearly felt her father's sword aura.

Xu Nanchan's most thought is: Xu Luoshan, do you still want your daughter?!

"Loser boy, how can you grind and chirp like a girl!" Jian Lao came back to his senses and scolded with a smile: "Get out of here as soon as the things are packed, it's best not to fail to learn swordsmanship, and have the face to come to see me." ”

Humming a little song, as if he was still complacent.

Pretend to know it.

It's a pity that Jian Lao's heart is already messed up at this moment, not because of the apprentice who is about to leave, but because of the steamed bun.

Back then, a woman also gave him a steamed bun.

"Chu Lian, go and give him a steamed bun. The snow is so heavy this year, and I don't know how many homeless people have frozen to death on the streets in Dongdu. ”

"Yes, the slave receives the order, and I will listen to the orders of the eldest princess."

Later, he even gave up the glory and wealth and the country for him, and just wanted to get along with him.

He carried the sword, held her hand, and completely walked out of the golden wire cage in the Eastern Capital.

On that day he slew seven thousand enemies.

The Seven Realms, the Eight Realms, and the Nine Realms are all grass mustards.

He became the hero of the chapter of the heroes of the history books, and she became the counterexample of the chapter of the royal family in the history books.

He took out the sword for her, and he broke the sword path for her.

I remember that it was a rainy day, and she held his hand for the last time, but she smiled weakly and said, "It turns out that your sword is not as cold as they say." ”

Thirty years have passed, and he has never walked out of the snowy East Capital Long Street.

"At least I've been holding your hand warm."

It's very similar to the steamed buns of the year.

……

……

Jian Xi suddenly came back to his senses, Xie Wenliang and Xu Nanchan had already packed their bags on the road.

Looking at the backs of the two side by side, Jian Lao's eyes were red.

He choked softly: "Jiang Yunshen, you girl has mistaken me for thirty years." ”

Love to the depths, the only painful word.

It turned out that he used to have a woman by his side.

As a result, there are no rules in the world.

In that Jinling City, losing her, he folded the way of the sword.

He thought that thirty years was very painful, but he never thought that Xie Wenliang would tell him an unintentional word: It was not painful enough.

It was not only the eldest princess of the royal family Jiang Yunshen who died on that rainy night, but also the invincible sword warrior in the world.

Only the sword elder whose sword heart has been broken remains.

"Then old man, let's go." Xu Nanchan had already pushed the door and looked back at Jian Lao.

Xie Wenliang turned around suddenly, knelt down directly, and kowtowed three heads.

There was some crying in the words: "When the peach blossoms bloom next year, I will bring you three pots of good wine." ”

The sword elder didn't speak, just looked at them.

Slowly, he responded: "Well, go ahead." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and didn't look at the departure of Xie Wenliang and Xu Nanchan.

It's as if everything is natural.

Jian Lao just walked up the bamboo ladder of the small building and sat down slowly, like a stone sculpture that had been dusty for many years.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Zhengrong, let's really go?" Jian Xi said in a deep voice: "Drunk with 48,000 swords, how can there be immortals in the world?" ”

"It turns out that there are no rivers and lakes with her, for me, it's just rivers and lakes. The world is really boring. ”

……

……

Xie Wenliang never thought that after them, the master also walked out of the small building.

Carrying a broken sword on his back.

They went south to the eastern capital, and he went north to the Jinling.

Strange roads, far from each other.

Jian Xi's face was dark, and he traveled four hundred and twelve miles, one step at a time.

He was going to kneel down to worship the Sword Sect back then.

It turned out that he had always been the same boy he was back then.

The dust is gone.

This time, whoever stands in the way, dies.