There was a rustling sound on the mountain road.

The female professor walked up to Senior Brother and Yu Curtain, put down the broom in her hand, reached out and patted the ashes on the green coat, the wrinkles on her face were full of indifference, and said, "You are all like this, naturally I will go." ”

She has not asked about the world for many years, and when the world invaded the Tang Dynasty, she could only watch in silence because of her background, but today when that person came to Chang'an City, she could no longer sit in the church.

At this moment, Jun Mo came out of the mountain fog again and said, "Don't fight anymore, my senior brother and sister have not healed from their injuries, and you are also old, so naturally I should go." ”

The female professor said, "How rude. ”

At this time, the four people in the field are the four strongest people in the academy, and that person came to Chang'an City, and the academy was naturally received by them, but they all knew that it would be unpredictable to go away, so they competed.

Jun Mo was silent.

The female professor stared into his eyes and said, "Even if you are in your prime, you are no match for him. ”

"My sword is never perfect. ”

Jun Mo said: "So there are many people who are stronger than me, but they still lost to me in the end, even Liu Bai didn't take advantage of me." ”

At the mention of Liu Bai, the female professor stopped talking, and her face became wrinkled.

"Come out. Jun Mo said.

With these words, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi walked out of the clouds and mist, and walked out of the Cloud Gate Array alone for the first time, they were a little excited, but they were a little cold by the pool water, their faces were blue and white, and they looked extremely wolf.

Jun Mo looked at the senior brother and Yu Curtain in the wheelchair and said, "Don't fight anymore, I will take the two of them back to Chang'an City." So it's a drop by to see the man, and I have a reason, so I'll go. ”

Yu Curtain said: "Why did you take the two of them back to Chang'an?"

Jun Mo thought for a while and said, "Home visit...... The atmosphere in the carriage was very depressing, because Jun Mo never spoke.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi secretly exchanged glances, vaguely guessing that something big should have happened in Chang'an City, and their mood became nervous. Where do you dare to talk, keep your mouth tightly closed, and look at the scenery outside the window.

There are only stars of greenery in the trees beside the road. Swept back at high speed outside the window, the eyes of the two teenagers looked into the distance along these neat trees, and saw the walls of Chang'an City.

It's noon. Usually, the south gate of Chang'an City should be very lively, the soldiers of the city patrol department should be carefully checking the people entering and leaving, the people in line will probably keep complaining about the speed of entering the city, and the vendors selling herbal tea and eggs keep drinking, but today it is unusually quiet.

During the day, the two heavy gates were tightly closed, and there were no pedestrians, no hawkers, no soldiers from the city patrol division, no one in front of the gates.

There was only one carriage.

The carriage looked ordinary. The body was covered with mud and dust, and there was no brilliance to speak of, and occasionally a cold spring breeze blew through, brushing the dust off the car a little, revealing the dark color inside. It seems to be made of steel, and you can faintly see a few rounded lines.

The black carriage had no horses, only a separate carriage, and the wheels were deeply sunken where they touched the ground, and fine gravel could be seen on both sides, looking backwards. You can see the hard stone pavement of the official road, which has been crushed into two extremely deep traces, and has been dragged very far away, and there is no end in sight.

How much did this carriage weigh, and how did it destroy the pavement like this?

Even more eye-catching than the carriage was the man standing beside the carriage - since there were no horses, could it be said that he had pulled such a long road with his bare hands when such a heavy carriage had been pulled?

The man was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt, ordinary eyebrows and eyes, a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his skin was extremely delicate, and his hair was a little gray.

A flask, tied around the man's waist, swayed gently in the spring breeze.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, and when he was a little bored, he picked up the flask and took a sip.

His expression when he drank was extremely heroic, like a whale sucking seawater, and he didn't put it down for a long time, but the wine jug never bottomed out, and there was always wine pouring out.

Between the city walls, countless crossbow arrows were aimed at the drunken man, but no one dared to shoot them.

Because the man didn't care that he was being targeted by the powerful city crossbow, he drank to himself, lonely in the spring breeze, as if he was not in this world at all.

The man put down the flask and wiped his mouth, his eyes narrowing slightly.

His slightly squinted eyes were full of intoxicated love, because he had nothing else to do in this life, he just liked wine, but if you look to the deepest depths, you can see that his eyes are so indifferent and vicissitudes, because he has seen everything in his long life, and he has long been tired of this world, so he is ruthless.

The sound of hooves slowed down, and another carriage came to the city gate.

Zhang Nianzu squeezed to Li Guangdi's side, and the two teenagers looked at the man through the window, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and their faces were extremely pale, because they seemed to see the Tsing Yi Taoist on the street that day.

Jun Mo lifted the front curtain of the carriage and got off the car.

He walked over to the man and slowly stopped.

The spring breeze blew the empty sleeve under his right arm, and his posture was gentle but his breath was cold.

The iron sword was in its sheath at his loins, and it was not drawn.

Jun Mo looked at the man next to the black carriage, his eyes fell on the wine jug on his waist, and after being silent for a long time, he bowed his head and said, "I've seen my predecessors." ”

The man was somewhat satisfied, and said, "No need to be polite. ”

It was a very simple four words, but it made the south city gate tremble a little.

Because the man's voice was very old, so old that when the air passed through his vocal cords, it was as if the dusty bronzes were rubbing against each other, and even if the dust and dirt were rubbed off, then the rust that was firmly attached to the bronze was rubbing, and the souls of all were throbbing.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi did not get out of the car, after listening to this voice, their faces became even paler, and their bodies were suddenly cold like ice cubes, as if they had suddenly come from a teenager to the time when they were about to die.

There were countless painful muffled grunts from inside the city wall, and the Tang soldiers who aimed their crossbow arrows at the man were all shocked by this sound, even the moss-covered bricks of the city wall had some faint signs of loosening, the city wall had endured thousands of years of wind and rain, and it was still too young before this old voice.

Jun Mo raised his head, his expression was still quiet, and he no longer saw the slightest respect in his eyes.

He said, "Leave, or die." ”

The spring breeze rose again, and the wine jug swayed again on the man's waist, he was a little surprised, and then replied indifferently, looked at Jun Mo and said, "I heard that you are the most important courtesy." ”

"I've already seen the salute to my seniors, so naturally I don't need to be more polite. ”

Jun Mo looked at the man and said, "Celebrant, the preface is respectful." I salute you because you are of high rank, and the teacher has asked you, but according to the order, he does not respect you as a person. ”

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said indifferently, "Why am I not worthy of respect?"

Jun Mo said: "Because you are a coward." ”

With these words, the heaven and earth vitality in front of the South City Gate suddenly changed drastically.

The spring breeze turned into a bitterly cold wind.

Jun Mo's empty sleeves fluttering in the spring breeze seemed to have been washed too many times, and suddenly stiffened, and the extremely soft lines on the sleeves became extremely sharp lines.

His right arm was broken, but he still had the sleeve of his shirt.

He didn't draw his sword, and his sleeves were still sword-inspiring.

In the sudden cold spring breeze, there were countless more fierce sword intents.

In the carriage, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi's faces were even paler, because they found that there seemed to be many sharp and subtle lines in the air, and every breath was so painful.

Countless sword marks appeared in front of the man.

On the flask at his waist, there were suddenly countless crisp sounds, and then gradually faded away.

He looked at Jun Mo and said, "His vision of accepting disciples is really much stronger than ours." ”

Jun Mo said: "The teacher is much better than the two of you in everything. ”

After saying this, he stretched out his left hand to his waist, held the middle of the scabbard, and held the horizontal sword in front of him, the iron sword was still eyebrow-level, seemingly respectful, but in fact it was as cold as ice.

Jun Mo is holding the junior salute, with a horizontal sword in front of him, and his expression is solemn.

The iron sword is straight and wide, and it is an indestructible wall in the wind.

The shadow of the iron sword and the sleeve fell on the ground, and it was a solemn and continuous green mountain.

"Guarding Qingxia for seven days, defeating Ye Su first, and then hurting Liu Bai together, it is really extraordinary. ”

When the man saw Jun Mo's horizontal sword, his expression became more serious.

But it was still only a little, he waved his sleeves in a dashing manner, the spring breeze came, lingering around his body, his breath rose sharply, and he broke through the five realms in an instant, and he didn't know which mountain peak he came to.

He was not in the city, and the walls could not stop him. He is not in the green hills, and the green mountains cannot see him. He doesn't want to fight, even if he is as strong as Jun Mo, he can't fight, what kind of realm is this?

"The teacher said that when it comes to such a realm, even the Buddha is not as good as you. Jun Mo's gaze fell on the man through the blade of the sword, and said, "Since you don't fight, what do you mean by coming here?"

The man looked at him and said, "I came to Chang'an to return something to the academy for someone." ”

Jun Mo asked, "What?"

The man said, "This is the carriage." ”

Jun Mo said: "I have arrived, you can leave." ”

The man asked, "This car is yours?"

Jun Mo said: "No. ”

The man said, "In that case, then I am not looking for you." ”

Jun Mo said: "Since it is the car of the junior brother, I can naturally call the shots." ”

The man shook his head slowly, took a sip from the flask from his waist, looked back at the mottled and ancient city wall, and said, "No, because of this city, you can't be the master." ”

Jun Mo looked at him and stopped talking.

He had only one hand, holding the scabbard, and could no longer hold the hilt.

The iron sword was withdrawn from its sheath on its own, and with the slightest sound of friction, it would reveal its edge.

At this moment, there was a grinding sound at the city gate, and then it slowly opened...... Tomorrow is still two chapters, Monday, please vote for recommendation. ）rq