The mountain seems to have been split in half from the middle, forming two canyons that intersect in different directions, and there are many strange rocks on the mountain, which are very steep.

In the most conspicuous and steep place among them, there is a flat and smooth stone platform, and the stone platform is five zhang in circumference.

There was a person on the stone platform, who looked to be about thirty or forty years old, and he had an extraordinary bearing, and this person was Lu Yijian.

"Mr. Huangshi, it's easy for me to find."

The man was dressed in black, with long hair and an iron mask on his face, so he could not see his true face.

He was followed by six swordsmen, who may not have been nameless, but few of them did not know the swords in their hands—the Dragon, the Dragon, the Spirit, the Soul Slayer, the True Force, and the Chaotic God.

"It's a guest from afar, I don't know what your Excellency is here for?" Lu Yijian asked lightly in a soft tone.

"I'm here for one person."

"If you come for people, but you come uninvited, I am afraid that you are not friends or foes."

"Whether it's friend or foe, it depends on the choice of the gentleman, I just want to ask the gentleman for a favor."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with your business."

"Mr. Yellowstone is going to refuse?" The iron mask is humane, and he can't hear joy and anger.

"In addition to you, there are others who are coming today, and this place should not stay for a long time, so please go back." Lu Yi said.

The iron-masked man said: "Even if you have come, how can you not be unsatisfactory."

"But I'm a little curious about who it will be."

"Although the person came, it is a pity that it is not the person I want to wait for." Lu Yijian replied.

As soon as his words fell, two figures appeared on the stone platform, one was dressed red like fire, the other was dressed like water, and a man and a woman came together.

"The people of the Yin and Yang family ......" the iron-masked human.

This is a very proud man, his red clothes are like fire, especially his hands, which are bright red as if soaked in a pool of blood.

"Your Excellency the Eastern Emperor, please."

"If he invited me, shouldn't he come himself?"

"In this way, Your Excellency is reluctant to go to the invitation of the Eastern Emperor." The red-clothed man is humane, but he hides a bit of murderous intent.

"So I had to force it."

The red-clothed man's palms flew up, and the blood-colored true seal like the Nine Shadows of Fire instantly condensed in the palm of his palm, turning into a blood-red handprint and grabbing towards Lu Yijian.

Yin and Yang combined the handprints, the iron-masked man saw the number of martial arts of the man in red, and the Yin and Yang family's qi control technique was really not to be underestimated.

Lu Yijian frowned slightly, slapped his right palm, and his righteous qi was like a dawn wind and a waning moon blocking the blood-colored handprint.

In another moment, he was behind the man in red.

Changing shapes and shadows, the hearts of the red-clothed people were secretly shocked, and the trick changed again, and the blood on the palms became more abundant, and they slammed towards it.

Lu Yijian flicked his left palm, and his little finger lightly touched the Taiyuan acupoint on his right wrist, and the man in red suddenly felt that his hand pulse was stagnant, and he couldn't exert half of his strength.

As soon as Lu Yijian retracted his strength, he captured the man in red in an instant, and his blood-colored palms were already wasted by this capture.

It all happened too fast and ended too quickly.

"I didn't like fighting, but now I can't be good, and I can't avoid it, so I can only fight and end it here."

Lu Yi was calm and light, and his tone was so calm that he was only talking about the good weather today, or about something that had nothing to do with him.

He had made a move earlier to deter everyone, but no one acted rashly at this time.

"So today is ten deaths." Iron Mask Humanity.

The man in the iron mask looked at the people of the Yin and Yang family, no matter what, someone had to fall first.

………

In the early autumn of this year, Songhai Little Sage Zhuang taught "Mr. Mingdao" Ouyang Jingde, and traveled thousands of miles to visit Wei Guoxin Lingjun.

"This is the second time I met Xinlingjun, the last time I saw him was in September, and now I see you again, but it is just in time." Ouyang Jingde smiled at Wei Guoxin Lingjun.

Xinling Jun said: "Mr. Mingdao is a great Confucian in the world, and I have admired him for a long time, and it is my luck to be able to see Mr. ”

The two only exchanged a few words of greeting, but there was a feeling of old friends catching up.

"When the Qin State attacked Zhao, the war situation became more and more dangerous, and the support of the heroes from all parties was needed at the time of danger.

The First World War of HD, on the surface, seems to be just a confrontation between the forces of Qin and Zhao, but in fact it is a decisive battle between the main battle faction of the Six Nations and the peace faction.

The Qin State is strong, the Six Kingdoms are weak, the country is good, and the Lord and the Peacemaker are greedy for wealth and wealth, just trying to steal peace for a while.

Therefore, it is respectable and admirable for the Xinling monarch to resist the strong Qin.

The two talked about something else, and at this time, a boy in Tsing Yi stepped into the hall, bowed down and said, "Fu Nian has seen Xinlingjun." ”

Xinling Jun said: "Mr. Mingdao is here for you, but the master of this matter is you." ”

Fu Nian's expression was solemn, and he stepped forward to make a gesture, and said, "The junior has seen Mr. Mingdao. ”

Ouyang Jingde bowed slightly, looking at the boy in front of him, he said: "Excuse yourself, slander like you, hesitate like you, and with you, why?" ”

Fu Nian replied: "The reason why people are noble is because of their courtesy and faith. ”

"Celebrity, heaven and earth; Those who believe, let people do it. Ouyang Jingde stroked his beard and sighed.

"I originally had a reason with you, and I came here to take you back to the master's door, and you are willing to be my disciple?"

"The disciple is willing." Fu Nian saluted again.

"Since you are my disciple, I will give you a constant secret, take your name and read it for your son." Ouyang Jingde said.

"Thank you for your name." Fu Nian bowed his head and thanked him.

"I have been entrusted by someone to give me something on my behalf."

Ouyang Jingde handed the long sword in his hand to Fu Nian and said: "He wants me to tell you, those who learn from me live, and those who resemble me die, your way will eventually ask you to come out, not stuck in things, not trapped in the heart, everything is empty, only you are true." ”

The sword was unremarkable, four feet five inches long and two inches wide, and its scabbard was simple and unpretentious, but it was just an ordinary blade.

There is a layer of gilt light on the body of the sword, but it is naturally born from the perennial immersion on the sword, revealing a sense of vicissitudes.

Fu Nian knew this sword, it was originally his father's sword.

Fu Nian took the sword, and his hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble, a terrifying cold glow, as if he was about to pierce the void.

"The sword is like its person, and the person is the sword...... Ouyang Jingde said, and with his words, Fu Nian woke up from his shock.

Fu Nian reins in his heart, collects the sword in his arms, for the swordsman, the sword is his own body.

"Humanity is not lonely, and the way of heaven is not lonely, although you are committed to the Tao, remember your original intention, don't get lost." Ouyang Jingde said.

"Disciples, remember the teachings of the master." Fu Nian said.

"The sound of autumn is gradual, the birds are chirping, and the insects are chirping

It's a good time. ”

Ouyang Jingde said, it was a flick of the sleeve robe, but as soon as the sleeves were raised, it was actually like a light breeze and drizzle, moisturizing things silently, and a subtle and heroic energy swept away, but he didn't know how to startle away

What.

Outside the court, the autumn grass and trees, the branches and leaves are scattered, and the sky is full of gold.

Ouyang Jingde left, and Zhang Er was ordered to send something.

"You said goodbye to me that day, and I have time to send you something in the future, today is just right." Xinling Jun Road.

This is a scroll, made of silk brocade, and it should be a silk book.

"I think I am quite accomplished in the art of war, and this ten-volume book of war is written by my own hand, and it is also the work of my life's study, and I will give it to you today, and it will not live up to me to pass on the art of war to you."

Fu Nian was moved in his heart, solemnly took the silk book, and said: "Jun is so generous, he has no long things in his body, and now he has nothing to repay." ”

"You come to study the art of war under me, and you are counted as my student, and you should preach and teach the master, as a matter of course, what reward is there?" Xinling Jun Road.

"If you talk about gifts, you are not without them, although I have written a book, but I have not yet chosen a name, I should ask you to give a name to the soldier's book."

Fu Nian heard this, pondered for a while, and said: "Xinlingjun is the son of Wei, and the book of war is written by the prince of Wei, so it is better to call it "The Art of War of Wei Gongzi". ”

When Xinlingjun heard this, he smiled with relief and said, "Good, then it will be as you inscribed." ”

The world's happy things are not friends, fast things are not to be talked about, and life is happy to know each other.

………

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, the wine is not dry at sunset, the long song is sung to stop the sword and the cold, a song of solitude is in the sky, leaving the lonely and vast, drinking alone without joy.

The evening breeze blows the willow flute, the wine is not dry at sunset, the long song is sung to stop the sword and the cold, a song of solitude is in the sky, leaving the lonely and vast, drinking alone without joy.

"Send you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye in the end, read, take care." Xin Lingjun picked up the wine cup, lifted it from afar, and raised his neck.

"Take care!" I drank it all down.

"Take care of the grave!" Ren Huai and Zhang Er also said goodbye to him.

Ouyang Jingde had already taken the first step and was waiting for him in front.

The lonely figure of the child in Tsing Yi is gradually drifting away, and after many years, there may be no time to see each other again.

The long piano is solemn, the strings are curling, quiet and far-reaching, although it is a farewell and sorrow, but there is no half sadness in the sound of the piano, but a thorough heart.

The sound of the piano started, and the sound of Xiao followed, and it was in harmony, a long song, and there was no melancholy to leave the funeral, only open-minded and leisurely.

A song of Guangling is played, but Mo Chou has no confidant on the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.