Jiannan is mountainous, continuous, strangles the ancestral veins of Kunlun, connects 100,000 mountains, takes the plateau and brings rivers, controls the southern Xinjiang and leads the pass, with the momentum of encirclement, pillows the source of Kyushu, contains the homeland of Bashu, and protects Tianfu comprehensively.

The northwest knife cutting peak, belongs to the Qingcheng Mountains, the mountain does not show the ancient trees towering to the sky, even in this season, the bare branches criss-cross and criss-cross, it is also to cover the sky and the sun and do not see the light. The leaves under the tree are layer after layer, and they are as soft as cotton blankets, and I am afraid that there will be no such scene for hundreds of years.

There is a cottage in the middle of the mountain, dozens of households, from guardrails to residences, all kinds of buildings are made of local materials, all wooden houses, and the mottled places also show a long history. The gate of the village is wide open, and a sheep intestine path winds and turns straight to the bottom of the mountain. The fallen leaves on both sides of the path are more than half a person high, which shows that this place has been hiding from the world for a long time.

At the gate of the stockade, a small wooden knife holds the white child with his hair, his teeth are white and his lips are red, and he is carved like a porcelain doll, holding his arms, looking like he is old and serious, pacing back and forth, looking at the innermost part of the village from time to time, as if he is waiting for someone.

First, a half-grown child with a snot, his little face was flushed, and he took a few steps to suck the snot, but it did not prevent it from sliding to his mouth again.

"Big brother, tom, my dad is gone!"

Then there was a female doll with two pigtails, who ran up and went crazy, and couldn't speak well.

"Dade (brother), my good (mother) also went."

Then there was a child who was older than all of them, taller than the tallest white child, and more than two heads, and he ran over with a wobble and a look like he knelt on one knee and clenched his fists.

"Big brother, my dad is gone!"

There are also a few people who trotted over in no particular order and gathered in the empty field at the gate of the village, which was nothing more than to report the movements of their parents at home, just like the style of fighting in the army.

The white child had a serious expression, still calming down with Mount Tai collapsing in front of him, counting the dozen or so people in front of him, and asked, "Where is Xiaolongbao?" ”

A doll who had just lost two front teeth shouted loudly in a pile of more than a dozen children: "Big brother, big sister is monitoring your mother's whereabouts!" ”

The sound of the sound urn was shocking, and the frightened white child suppressed the voice and waved his hand, "Your mother, be quiet." ”

Fortunately, at this time, the adults in the village had already gone to the ancestral ancestral hall behind to discuss things, and there was a huge village, and only this group of children were left.

Obviously, the white children of the leader of this gang pretended to rub their chins, and it was not uncommon for adults to do this, and the ghost knew what moths could turn out of the little head, and with a wave of his big hand, he had the demeanor of a general, and said: "Don't wait, go to the ancestral hall!" ”

A group of more than a dozen children ran back to the mountain, babbling, causing some women who were busy in the house to stick out their heads and tell them to "slow down", and a few men passing by with wild game meat shouted "Little Tiger pants are off", which caused a burst of laughter.

It's like a paradise, and it's really fun and enjoyable.

The ancestral hall in the mouth of the white child is on the cliff not far from the village, which should be a naturally formed cave, like a mouth that is erected, wide open, as if it wants to swallow heaven and earth.

The white children's little hands were raised, and the group of half-grown children behind them stopped in an orderly manner, not breathing. The child with snot followed closely, hit the white child headfirst, and wiped a handful of snot on his back very uncleanly. The white child didn't care, and motioned for the big guy to be silent. The appearance of being ready for battle is also vividly displayed in this group of children, but it is also full of jokes.

Out of the stone cave ran out of a little girl in a big red cotton robe with two haircuts, with pink face and peach cheeks, as cute as a New Year's doll, but now with a panic that does not match her age, "Xiaobai Xiaobai, it's over." ”

The white child called Xiaobai suppressed his voice and said urgently: "Don't shout, be quiet, Taishan collapses in front of you and your face does not change color and heart does not beat is our code of conduct, look at your immature appearance!" ”

The little girl pursed her mouth, but she didn't refute him, thinking that she was not told by the other party on weekdays.

"Xiaolongbao, let's say, why do you need to be so panicked? When the sky falls, there are not big tall people on top of it. The white child looked at the tallest child in the group, "It's an elephant." ”

"Daddy is talking to the ancestor about the third uncle." For the white child is always so nonsense, the little girl like a doll has long been used to it, and she doesn't pay attention to him, and tells the news that she is eavesdropping in the cave.

This time it was replaced by a white child who was extremely flustered, and with an "oops", he blamed the little girl for why she didn't say it earlier, no longer paid attention to the group of "subordinates" behind her, and ran into the hole first.

The stone cave path is cramped and secluded, and from time to time there is a torch that shines brightly. There is a murmuring of flowing water in the cave, and there are a few shiny stones on the high stone wall, which is such a unique treasure land, and it is also a wonderful place.

Don't look at the rush of the white children coming in, after entering, they are also cautious, tiptoeing, listening to the movement in the cave.

After walking for a long time, a natural open-air cave appeared, like a sea bowl, pressed into the mountain. The strange stones are all over the inside, and the east and west sides are artificially hewn out of the stone caves, some are large and some are small, densely packed.

The north wall is mottled and mixed, and when you look closely, it is full of words, as if it is carved casually, but it can also work as expected. Some words are rounded and hung like a seal book, such as a big "knife" word in the middle, although it is written in two strokes, it is full of rich rhyme. In the corner, there is a human-sized "full", which is twisted into willow leaves, and it is skinny.

There is also a "door" word that encompasses the whole stone wall, the iron hook silver is regular, the word is a square circle, and it is also a square circle. It covers hundreds of thousands of words in a flat manner, which is integrated and majestic.

At the bottom of the open-air cave, strange rocks are surrounded by strange stones, and the green pond in the middle is filled with rows of knives!

There are countless long knives and short knives, and they are densely packed.

A number of men, men and women stood on top of the towering rocks, all looking in unison to the southernmost side.

There, a scabbard hung in the air, helpless, trembling.

The white boy crept in and was startled to see this, for he had come in from the south.

"When Kaifeng was first opened, it was still a group of old immortals, why are they still alive after seven or eight years, it's your turn to be juniors?"

The sound echoed through the cave, deafening.

The white child looked embarrassed, and hurriedly covered his ears and opened his mouth wide, and it took a while to get used to it.

"Luan Xuan is going to be dusty, Ancestor!"

A man on the strange rock spoke, looking up as if looking at the scabbard.

"Ancestor, Luan Xuan has disappeared for three years, and now he has reappeared, but he can't stand the toss, please take it back!"

Another man said loudly.

A woman also spoke, "My sect has been established for thousands of years, and I have absorbed thousands of swords from all over the world, and I can't let the sword master be humiliated again and again. He's not the Jiang family in the first place..."

Something broke through the air, and the woman who spoke fell to the ground, her mouth full of blood.

A worn-out cloth shoe beside him, washed until white.

"Wipe it clean and bring it in."

The voice, obscured by the echo, that could not distinguish between men and women, sounded again.

The beaten woman got up in panic, and did not bother to wipe the blood that stained half of her face, but carefully picked up her shoes and climbed up the stone platform piled up on the stone wall.

Behind the empty scabbard, in a narrow stone cave that only allowed one person, there was an old woman sitting cross-legged with a cane on her lap, faintly evil.

The woman, whose mouth was still full of blood and did not dare to wipe it, climbed the stone platform with one hand and respectfully handed it with the other.

The old woman stretched out her feet, but did not speak.

The woman adjusted her posture and stood firmly, and freed her hands to put on the old woman's shoes lightly.

More than two dozen people below looked up at this scene, and they didn't dare to breathe.

They hadn't seen the ancestor beat people for years.

At the moment when the shoes were tightened, the old woman grabbed the woman's neck with one hand and the other with the claws of an eagle, swooped down, and stopped in the center of the pond, stepping on it as if she were stepping on it, causing a circle of ripples.

"Why, it's only been three years, and you've forgotten my old man's rules? Three years ago, who did I fight and who did my mother? Seven years ago, who did I beat? I forgot about it, didn't it! ”

The last sentence of the loud shout actually stirred up a wave of qi like substance, spreading, shaking the surrounding people to stagger, and a few of them with low cultivation had already fallen off the stone pillar.

Tens of thousands of knives trembled in the pond.

Although the Baijing child who was hiding in the stone road farthest away was the least impacted, his face was pale, and when he saw the little girl like a New Year's doll also sneaking over, he didn't forget to say quite righteously: "It's dangerous here, you go out and wait first." ”

The little girl raised her hand and her brain collapsed, "Pull it down, stay behind, there are no outsiders here, you can be honest." ”

The white child pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, although he was disdainful, but he still went behind the little girl.

Who made her his sister?

One thing descends one thing.

The old woman threw the woman to the shore with ease. Then he glanced at the east side, and then to the west side, "I'm not dead yet, it's your turn?" ”

No one dared to say anything.

The old woman looked around, and when she smashed the water with the cane in her hand, she made a "bang" sound.

"Aunt Wu, but after Luan Xuan followed that kid, he didn't return to the sheath."

A voice came from the west side, and a bald old man appeared, floating lightly on the periphery.

"yes, Grandma Wu." Another gray-bearded old man appeared, just standing at the entrance of a stone cave on the east side, and did not come down. "Every once in a while, we can't have such a person in our sect. I propose to take back Luanxu. ”

The old woman looked up, but before she could speak, a hunchbacked old lady came out of a hole somewhere on the east side, with a hoarse voice, "Auntie, our mortuary grave has always been the fourth realm to recognize the master and the fifth realm to return to the sheath, but this kid is also different." This makes the children choose knives in the future? When I entered this tomb, I looked at a pond of knives, and turned my head to look at the sheath of the knife owner, I couldn't say it. ”

"Yes." Another old man echoed, "That kid Jiuzhuan has not asked the knife to return the sheath for a few years, and he has not let the knife master appear in the world, could it be that the knife master has already broken off the sense with him?" ”

The old woman smiled, the wrinkles on her face were also trembling up and down, and she raised her crutches and passed over one by one, "You guys, from the very beginning, Luan Xuan confessed that the Lord was shouting about this and that. His surname is Jiang at night, it has nothing to do with you and nothing to do with me, it was Jiang Shan's own decision! However, don't say Luanxu, even if there are thousands of knives in this tomb and recognize the master, there is no reason to collect the knives! ”

The old woman's eyes widened with rage, and the men, women, and children in the cave trembled.

"I just want to see if Luan Xuan will recognize the Lord. I've been sitting on the ground for seven years and controlling everything, just to see how difficult it is for you descendants to be juniors. ”

"Luan Xuan has reappeared in the world, you want to welcome back the sword master, I don't care, I have the ability to take it myself."

"However, if I am told who dares to rely on the old man to bully the night boy, the palm is light. I'll let you, this old fellow, see what it means to return the knife to the sheath! ”

"Whether it is the judges of the four families, whether it is black and white impermanence, whether it is bull head and horse face or Meng Po Yama, you can appoint it yourself."

"Take it back, return the knife to its sheath."

"If you can't get it back, no one will be allowed to ask for a knife from the grave within ten years of the burial knife!"

The words are sonorous.