Monk Lifan and Mrs. Peach Blossom have been away from Jishui Town for nearly three months, except for that day after arriving in Chang'an, after going to Dali Temple, they have been staying in Shengyan Academy, even the people in the court have not asked, as if they have forgotten them.

In the Shengyan Academy, the monk Lifan taught these Confucian students to use swords, while Mrs. Peach Blossom watched from the sidelines.

Next to Monk Fan, Mrs. Peach Blossom was already very happy just to see him teach swords with swords.

There is a small courtyard between Lifan and Mrs. Peach Blossom, the courtyard is in the south of the Holy Dao Monument, there is a mountain behind the small courtyard, called Fengshan, which is full of maple trees, and there is a tomb on Fengshan Mountain, which is one of the few forbidden places in Shengyan Academy.

In the courtyard, you can see the red maple mountain, and under the maple, is the tomb.

Mrs. Peach Blossom once asked Monk Fan if he could see through what was buried.

Monk Lifan shook his head, he said that he couldn't see it clearly, only that the tomb was not clean.

After asking Ye Yao, Chen Qingshan and the others went to the bottom of Fengshan, and Mrs. Peach Blossom planted a peach blossom outside the courtyard, and under the peach blossom tree, Mrs. Peach Blossom was drinking with a person.

The man was dressed in white, and his temperament was dusty, like an immortal, but his image was greatly affected by rosacea.

This person is one of the seven sages, and by chance he tasted the wine made by Mrs. Peach Blossom, and he became a frequent visitor outside this courtyard.

I didn't do anything else when I came, I just drank. Ever since I met Mrs. Peach. This usually only stays in the drunken bamboo forest, and the wine sage who sees the head and the end of the dragon will appear on time outside the small courtyard under the maple mountain almost every day.

Most of the wine made by Mrs. Peach Blossom these days has gone into the stomach of this wine sage.

From a distance, Chen Qingshan saw the Peach Blossom Lady under the peach blossom tree.

"Aunt Peach Blossom!" Chen Qingshan shouted, waving to the outside of the small courtyard.

Mrs. Peach Blossom looked up and saw Chen Qingshan and the others. saw Chen Qingshan, and a somewhat restrained Ah Lan next to him.

"Chen boy, after more than two months of hard work, the little daughter-in-law has been found?" Mrs. Peach Blossom teased.

Ah Lan blushed and bowed his head silently, and Chen Qingshan replied: "Auntie, you just say it's good or not." ”

"It's good-looking, it's naturally good-looking, come, girl, let Auntie take a good look." As she spoke, Mrs. Peach Blossom greeted her and grabbed Ah Lan's hand.

Ah Lan only felt dizzy, a little sudden, as if stepping on clouds.

The Chen family Qingshan, surnamed Huang, is also compatible.

It wasn't until the wine sage, who felt that he was being neglected, coughed dryly that Mrs. Peach Blossom reacted and pulled Ah Lan to introduce the identity of the wine sage to everyone.

And Chen Qingshan shouted disrespectful after learning the identity of the wine sage, they didn't expect that the man who was drinking here turned out to be a veteran figure of Shengyan Academy.

After learning that Ah Lan had entered Shengyan Academy, Mrs. Peach Blossom even pulled Ah Lan to the peach blossom tree.

"Jiuxian, this is my child, in this academy, as an elder, you can't let her be bullied."

Jiu Xian took a sip of the wine in the cup, and in the face of the burning eyes of Mrs. Peach Blossom, he could only smile and nod.

"Well said, well said." Then he took out a pot of wine, said that he made it himself, and gave it to Ah Lan.

And this wine is famous, called drunken immortal brewing, which can help people to realize the Tao, in Chang'an, the drunken immortal brewing of wine sages, a brew is hard to find.

Before Ah Lan officially entered the Shengyan Academy, he took advantage of the relationship with Jiuxian, and his credit was on the good-looking aunt in front of him.

Mrs. Peach Blossom was taller than Ah Lan, and Ah Lan looked up at Mrs. Peach Blossom slightly.

Ah Lan was held by this good-looking aunt, and felt that the palm was soft, warm, and indescribably comfortable. She felt cared for in people other than her grandfather, and Ah Lan liked this aunt.

"Master." At this time, the monk Fan also walked out of the courtyard, and Sanzang was happy, so he greeted him.

Just like Changxin's feelings for Bai Fuzi, in Sanzang's heart, Lifan is also an irreplaceable existence.

This has nothing to do with whether it is a Confucianism or a Buddha.

"I'm sorry for you." Monk Lifan kindly touched Sanzang's head.

recited the Buddha's name and bowed to Chen Qingshan: "My affair with Mrs. Peach Blossom has worked hard for Lord Chen." ”

Chen Qingshan naturally knew what he was referring to and returned a salute.

Together with Chang Xin, he sat down beside the peach blossom tree, neither drinking nor talking, but felt a rare calm.

Then, from a distance, I saw a group of people walking over with a Confucian scholar, and this Confucian scholar was wearing a sword.

Jiu Xian's brows furrowed slightly: "The disciple of the sixth child." ”

The sixth in Jiuxian's mouth is the sword sage among the seven sages under the Yasheng Sect, and the sword sage ranks sixth among the seven disciples.

And that sword sage is also a sword cultivator, and he is younger than mortal, he is a rising star, and his cultivation is naturally the Seven Realms.

Therefore, after Monk Fan came to Shengyan Academy, everyone became curious about who was the first person to use a sword in Chang'an.

After all, Monk Fan was the sword leader of Chang'an back then, and Jian Xian started after Fan, and when Jian Xian's reputation first appeared, Monk Fan had already left Chang'an.

Therefore, no one knows whose sword is stronger between Jian Xian and Fan Monk.

After Monk Fan returned to Chang'an, some people wanted Jian Xian to compete with Monk Fan, but Wulin was Jian Xian or Monk Fan, and neither of them responded.

So this matter is also closed.

It's just that Jian Xian and Monk Fan no longer care, it doesn't mean that Jian Xian's disciples don't mind.

Today, I heard that a little sword cultivator came to find Monk Fan, so they rushed over.

I want to come and ask this little sword to see whose sword it is, and it is stronger.

The leader is named Xiao Shui, the youngest disciple of the Sword Leader, and he is also a sword cultivator in the middle of the Primordial Realm.

Entering the door of sword cultivation at a young age is not a small genius.

"Second Uncle!" Seeing that Jiu Xian was also here, Xiao Shui's face changed slightly, but he still forcibly stabilized himself and said hello to Jiu Xian.

"Xiao Shui, if you don't practice swords, what are you doing here?" Jiu Xian replied lightly.

Xiao Shui was a little nervous, and said, "Second Senior Uncle, I heard that there is a famous sword cultivator outside this courtyard, and Xiao Shui wants to come and ask about the sword." ”

"Do you want to ask for a sword, or do you want to be the first in the name?" Jiu Xian played with the empty wine glass in his hand, how could he not understand the thoughts of this group of boys?

Jiu Xian sighed slightly and looked at Monk Fan: "Master, what do you think?" ”

Monk Lifan folded his hands together and said: "I did give Master Chen a few swords, but whether it is compared or not, how Master Chen compares, it all depends on Lord Chen's mind." ”

Xiao Shui was overjoyed, held his sword, bowed to Chen Qingshan under the tree, and said, "Please also ask Taoist friends to teach me and fulfill one of my wishes." ”

Chen Qingshan felt a little big, this kind of thing has nothing to do with winning or losing.

Because no matter whether you win or lose, you will be divided into high and low, and if you divide the high and low, you will offend people, and you will inexplicably have an enemy.

And whether it is a monk or a sword sage, they all understand the truth, so they don't ask about the sword.

Many things in this river and lake actually come from fighting fiercely, insisting on being the first, and then fighting for their lives.

It's just that he couldn't stand the soft grinding and hard bubbles of the small water, but Chen Qingshan still agreed.

There is only one sword in the sword style of Jian Xian, called the seven-foot sword, and one sword in one realm.

The first realm is a one-foot sword, the second realm is a two-foot sword, and when it reaches the seventh realm, it is a seven-foot sword.

Although there is only one sword, but when it reaches seven feet, this sword can also open the river, break the river, destroy the city, and shatter the mountain.

"Offended." Chen Qingshan stood up with his sword in his shoulders.

"Please advise." Xiao Shui held his sword and rushed towards Chen Qingshan quickly, there was a mangs on the sword, and the mangs were only one foot, but they were incomparably sharp.

Just passing by, the grass clippings are cut out.

"Water after spring." On Chen Qingshan's sword, the sword qi spit out, becoming a stream of sword qi.

The stream of sword qi made contact with Xiao Shui's one-foot sword, extinguishing the edge of his sword, and then swept Xiao Shui out.

Xiao Shui fell to the ground, a little unbelievable, the young man in front of him was the same age as himself, but he was a sword cultivator of the second realm.

"I lost." Xiao Shui said softly.

Chen Qingshan put away the sword: "I am the second realm, and I have sword energy, and I am better in cultivation, not in sword moves." ”

Chen Qingshan's meaning is that I use cultivation to suppress you, and it is cultivation that wins. As for Jian Xian's seven-foot sword strength, it is still the mad sword strength of the monk Fan, and there is still no result.

Since there is no result, there is no high or low, and no one will be offended.

Xiao Shui bowed, and after understanding the cause and effect, he said: "I have been taught, dare to ask what is the name of Daoyou?." ”

"Chen Qingshan."

Xiao Shui took people away, and before leaving, he told Chen Qingshan that Chen Qingshan's friend was a friend he had made over, and if Chen Qingshan had something to do, he could go to the Sword Washing Pool to find him.

Jiu Xian looked at Chen Qingshan with admiration, obviously Chen Qingshan's handling made him very satisfied.

"If I were a sword cultivator, this kid would be a good apprentice, but it's a pity." Jiu Xian quipped.

"That's it." Mrs. Peach Blossom replied with a smile.

"The sword qi realm is over, and Master Chen is really talented." The monk recited the Buddha's name.

"That's a green mountain." Sanzang next to him responded, a little proud, Ah Muan, Chang Xin also smiled at the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, in the East Palace, a young man in a python robe was standing with his hands in his hands, looking in the direction of Shengyan Academy, and this young man was the crown prince of the dynasty.

Behind the crown prince, a servant-like man hunched his waist, as if to give revenge.

"In this way, the monk does not want to follow me." The prince said coldly, feeling a little bad.

"Then Monk Fan said that he didn't want to participate in any party struggle, even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince promised him to protect him and the demon in front of His Majesty the Holy Derive." The servant-like man responded.

"If you can't use it for me, I'm not at ease after all." The prince sighed.

In Chang'an, apart from the cultivation of the Eight Realms such as Yasheng and the Lord of Si Tianjian, they do not participate in the government and politics.

And this monk Fan Fan, who even Dali Siqing couldn't suppress, became the first person under them.

No matter which prince the monk supports, it will have a huge impact on the court.

And His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, no one will be allowed to have an impact on his status, even if there is a slight possibility, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cannot tolerate it.

Therefore, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince offered generous conditions, hoping that the monk would be on his side, but His Royal Highness the Prince's plan obviously failed.

There was a deathly silence, and His Royal Highness the Prince's hands were clenched tightly together, and then released, as if he was making up his mind.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's cold voice sounded: "The one who makes me feel at ease is best dead." ”

The servant was shocked in his heart: "But Your Highness, that monk is not an ordinary Seven Realms, with the power in our hands, we can't kill him." ”

The prince turned, patted his servant on the shoulder, and then disappeared into the main hall.

A voice came from the temple: "I say he will die, and he will die." ”