The gazebo is a very ordinary gazebo, and the wooden box under the gazebo is also a very ordinary wooden box.

Could such a wooden box contain some secret treasure?

It's hard to say.

Gu Meng didn't ask what was in the wooden box, because no matter what it was, he needed to go and see it.

The wooden box had a layer of ash on it, and it looked like no one had opened it in a long time, and no one had even come to the pavilion for a long time.

Gu Meng puffed up his cheeks and lowered his head to blow, perhaps because there was too much dust accumulated, but there was no dust blown up by him.

Gu Meng had to wipe it with his sleeve.

The sleeves brushed slowly against the surface of the box.

The sleeves instantly became dirty, but the surface of the box showed some of its original appearance.

It is supposed to be a chest made of extremely precious pear wood, engraved with some special patterns that look like clouds in the sky, but in fact it is a white dragon.

This is a special pattern at home, Gu Meng is very clear.

With these patterns, it can at least show that the box is handed down from the ancestors.

Gu Meng stretched out his hand and pressed the wooden box, then slowly opened it.

The dust fell, and an aroma spread.

The contents of the wooden box completely appeared in front of Gu Ming's eyes.

At the top, there is a short sword.

The shape is simple, the scabbard has an incomparably fine pattern, and the craftsmanship on the hilt is even more cumbersome, of course Gu Meng knows this sword, it is said that this is many years ago, a piece of cold iron appeared on the shore of the South China Sea, and their family knew about it, so they spent a lot of money to buy it, and found a lot of blacksmiths, which lasted ten years to cast a long and a short sword, which can only be owned by the head of the family.

Later, both the long and short swords were lost, but they were never here, and they saw the short sword again.

Gu Meng picked up the short sword and pinned it to his waist.

This short sword has a warning effect on the heads of the Gu family in the past generations, and the reason why the Gu family has declined to the present may also have nothing to do with the short sword.

Putting away the short sword, Gu Luo looked at something else.

Except for this short sword, the only thing left is a white robe.

It was folded very well.

There are some golden silk threads on it, embroidered with something.

Gu Meng looked at this thing and was silent and didn't speak.

Of course he had seen it, and of course he knew what this white robe was.

No wonder the foggy monk said that as long as he picked up the contents of this wooden box, it would be a completely different path, and his ancestor, who didn't know what he remembered, left the Gu family and went somewhere else.

His abandonment of the Gu family may have something unspeakable, or it may just be a manifestation of his intentions, but in any case, for the descendants of the Gu family and the ancestors of the Gu family, his behavior will make people feel disappointed and frustrated.

Gu Meng picked up the white robe, looked at the white robe, and thought that it still fits perfectly.

But he still didn't put it on.

He put away his white robe.

The Kirino monk's voice rang out again, "I haven't finished taking the things. ”

Gu Meng was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that there was a letter in the innermost part of the wooden box.

There was no word on the envelope, and after Gu Meng picked it up, he opened it directly without hesitation.

It's a yellowed piece of paper.

There was a letter written in a red pen on it.

Then a very powerful aura gushed out, and Gu Meng subconsciously mobilized the qi in his body to resist, but the next moment, that powerful aura disappeared inexplicably.

There was no trace of it.

When I looked at the blank paper again, the handwriting on it was no longer visible.

Gu Meng had no choice but to put away the blank piece of paper and leave the pavilion.

Then he returned to the side of the Monk and asked the Monk with great seriousness, "Master, what did he do?"

Monk Wuye had already said before that Gu Ye was dead, but Gu Meng wanted to know how he died.

Of course, what exactly did he do.

Monk Kirino said gently: "Everyone is faced with a choice, the poor are poor, and the money is only enough for one of the sons to marry a daughter-in-law, so whether it is for the eldest or the second, this is the choice." There are two women who like you, you can only choose one, that is also a choice, whether you live a mediocre life, or try to do something, this is also a choice, there are many choices, many people have to choose. ”

The monk said with a smile: "But these choices are just petty fights, the eldest and the second who marry a daughter-in-law, the consequence is just another person who is sad, at most resentful of some of their fathers and mothers, there can't be more complicated things." ”

"But the choices of the great cultivators will affect this world. ”

A touch of helplessness appeared on the old face of the Misty Monk, "Cultivation is a gift to cultivators in this world, but there is also a price. ”

Gu Meng didn't understand what this was, but he didn't think that the Fog Wild Monk would tell him the answer, he would only say one sentence, and you would know when the time came.

"There are many secrets in this world, and people who are not strong enough will naturally not know about them. ”

Gu Meng still wanted to ask, but the Misty Monk quickly shook his head and said, "Say something else." ”

Gu Meng was silent.

The Misty Monk said, "The owner of that imperial tomb, do you really know him?"

Gu Meng thought to himself that since he couldn't ask about his ancestor, he could ask about that emperor.

So he opened his mouth and asked, "Master, what are you going to say that people don't know?"

The old face of the Misty Monk was full of wrinkles, and at this moment, he looked at Gu Meng with a very serious expression, and said slowly: "In this thousand years, he is the only one who has to make a choice, and he is also the only one who refuses to choose. "Reject the choice.

Gu Meng was silent again, Emperor Ning Qi was known as the most powerful cultivator in the world, and even everyone speculated that he was no longer a cultivator of the Golden Gate Realm, but a cultivator above the Golden Gate Realm, like such a powerful cultivator, who else could force him to make a choice?

But according to the words of the Foggy Wild Monk, even Emperor Ning Qi needs to choose, no matter how powerful he is, he has to face the choice.

But who can let Emperor Ning Qi choose what?

"I may be wrong, but that's probably what happened to him. ”

Gu Meng didn't speak, because these things were far away from him, so he didn't know where to start if he wanted to talk about it.

So silence is the best way.

The monk said, "The blood in your body is not that simple. ”

Monk Wuye looked at Gu Ming, with a special light in his eyes, "Many things have been forgotten, Gu Ye doesn't want future generations to continue to bear them, so he wiped out all those things, but now someone has found out the answer." ”

Gu Meng frowned, still unsure.

The Kirino monk shook his head, "It's okay, I'm going to give a lecture." ”

Then he walked outside, Gu Meng was stunned for a while, and hurriedly followed.

Kirino Monk invited many people to listen to his lectures, but not all of those guests have come, so today's lecture is not for those foreign guests.

Rather, it was the original monks in the temple.

There are already a lot of monks sitting in the main hall of the Kirino Temple, and some of those monks were once famous ghost cultivators in the world, and they were chased by those righteous people who had no choice, so they wanted to find the Kirino monks to avoid trouble, but who knows, after coming here, they began to cultivate Buddhism, and now they have long lost their original anger.

There are also many monks who are just ordinary monks, who came here in search of the most authentic Buddhism, and found that the Kirino monks were indeed as the legend says, with profound Buddhism and noble virtues, so they stayed.

Gu Meng watched the Misty Monk walk into the main hall, and then began to talk about the scriptures.

He thought for a moment, didn't go in, and walked to the side, but a woman in front of him walked towards him.

Gu Meng was a little distracted, and opened his mouth to say, "It's you." ”

The woman in the white dress was stunned, and then laughed too, "Gu Ming, you're not dead yet?"

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While countless cultivators were heading towards Xian Mall, a middle-aged man who looked a little honest rode a white deer to the beach.

There are many fishing boats parked on the coast, and many fishermen are basking in the sea fish in front of their houses, and the salty wind blows with a strong smell.

The man's white deer soon attracted the attention of many children, and soon there were about a few children gathered around him.

The children gathered around the white deer, their eyes shining.

They had never seen such a beautiful deer.

So a child boldly asked, "Uncle, can we touch it?"

The man smiled, then nodded.

Several children were very happy and carefully touched the white deer, who was very docile and even lowered his head and let the children touch his head.

Some children even found grass, and the white deer chewed it contentedly.

The man never said a word, he just stood by the sea, looking at the sea, with some light in his eyes.

The children had been playing here for a long time, and when the adults of the family called out to them, they reluctantly glanced at this side and ran slowly towards the house.

Everyone left, but this man and this white deer attracted the attention of many people, and a fisherman lived not far away, looked at this white deer, thought about it, and ran over.

He came to the man's side, opened his mouth and smiled, "The guest wants to go to sea?"

The man nodded, "Yes." ”

The fisherman scratched his head and said with some sincerity: "What is the guest doing at sea?"

The man said, "In the middle of the sea, there is a person who lives, and I am going to find her." ”

The fisherman didn't know what he remembered, his face suddenly became a little ugly, he looked at the man and said, "The guest is also going to find that goddess fairy to compete with the sword?"

The man didn't expect that such a fisherman would also know about a female sword fairy in the sea, he nodded, and then said with some distress: "It's just that there is no boat, otherwise I would have gone early." ”

"I advise the guests not to go, I don't know how many people went before, but no one was able to come back, so we went out to sea to fish, and we had to prepare a few more fishing nets. ”

The man was stunned, he couldn't figure out what was going on at first, but he soon laughed, those kendo masters went to this sea to challenge the female sword fairy, and naturally they were defeated, and the sword naturally fell into the sea, and when they caught those swords when they were fishing, they would naturally be cut through the fishing nets.

Those swords should be the world's famous swords, and those sword cultivators are the world's sword masters.

The man rubbed his head and said with some emotion: "Then wait a few more days." ”

Say wait a few more days, then really wait a few days.

The man led the white deer and left here quickly, and when he came back, he didn't know where to find some green bamboo, and began to build a bamboo house by the sea.

It didn't take long, probably a few days, the bamboo house was built, and the man lived here, he didn't talk much, and occasionally walked out of the bamboo house to fish, these days, no one watched him practice swords, but as long as those children came to find his white deer, he never drove away.

The days went by like this, and soon it was autumn.

At night, the seaside is a little cold, the man is making a fire and grilling fish, he is staring at the sea, his expression is a little strange, and the grilled fish makes a sizzling sound.

The aroma dissipates and it is easy to summon something else. A short time later, a middle-aged man in a robe appeared here.

The man saw at a glance that the other party was just a sword cultivator in the knot realm, and then shook his head.

The middle-aged man glanced at the man, but did not see his realm, so he took him for an ordinary fisherman, and after sitting down in front of the fire, he said a few gossips.

The man was not a person who picked the door, handed the grilled fish to the middle-aged man and invited him to eat it together.

The latter shook his head and said, "I have already opened grains and stopped eating grains." ”

The man expressed some pity, and then asked, "You are also going to find that woman sword fairy to compete with the sword?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "My generation of the Sword Forest, how can I allow a woman to dominate the world, everyone in the world of swordsmanship, who doesn't want to take her off with a sword." ”

The man asked: "What's the matter, there are still areas for men and women to practice swords, and women can't be the leader of kendo?"

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Of course I did it, but everyone was not convinced, and it was not wrong to think that the sword would pick her, right?"

The man nodded and said: "Of course, according to your own ability, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's just that I look at you, and it doesn't seem that the goddess is the opponent of the fairy." ”

"Goddess Immortal, you also know the sword?"

The man smiled innocently, "I've lived here for a long time, and I've seen many people before, and they all seem to be better than you." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then said with a wry smile: "Speaking of which, I really can't compare to them, to be honest, I'm just going to die, but my kendo has been stagnant for many years, and I haven't advanced an inch, and it seems that it is impossible to take another step forward. ”

The man was silent for a while, and then said stupidly: "If I had a ship, I would definitely send you there." ”

The middle-aged man laughed and signaled that he didn't have to.

He patted the man on the shoulder, and then said, "I, Han Song, can talk to you a few words before I die, it's enough." ”

The man didn't speak again, and then he didn't say anything all night.

At dawn the next day, the middle-aged man was gone, and the man just went to the beach to pick up a conch.

Put it in a bamboo house.

A few more days passed.

Or at night.

An old sword cultivator with gray hair came.

The man was roasting crabs, looking at the old Jian Xiu, and invited the other party to eat together, the latter was stunned for a moment, and soon accepted the kindness with a smile, so Jian Xiu, who had never eaten crabs in his life, began to eat crabs seriously, his beard was stained with crab roe, and he looked a little funny.

The man suddenly asked, "Do you know Han Song?"

The old sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then said with some sadness: "He is my apprentice." ”

The man sighed, "He's not as good as you, I invited him to eat grilled fish before, but he didn't eat it." ”

Lao Jianxiu said with emotion: "He is the most amazing and brilliant guy in the sect, and he is my most proud disciple, but he is a little stubborn, I advised him not to go before, but he didn't listen to me." ”

The man said, "Since you have persuaded him, why did you come again?"

He could see that the realm of this old sword cultivator in front of him was similar to that of the middle-aged man before, and at most it could only be higher, and it was impossible to win according to their sword cultivation.

This is to send to death.

"He can't take a step forward in his sword path in this life, so he thinks about dying brilliantly, I, who is a master, is actually not much longevity, and I actually wanted to live this life like this. ”

The man said: "It is not a shameful thing to live well. ”

Old Jian Xiu put down the crab in his hand and said, "I thought so before, but my apprentice told me that this is not the case. ”

The man fell silent and began to eat the crab.

Another night passed.

This old sword is gone.

During the day, he went to the beach to pick up a conch, and then blew it on the beach for a while.

At night, he leaned on Bailu's side, looked at the stars in the sky and said, "They can't win, but they all go, and those of us who may win are still discussing the odds of winning." ”

Bailu couldn't speak, but just rubbed the man's head with his face, as if to say, that's different.

The man rubbed his cheeks, as if to pat some sand down, and then said, "I used to think that the people who came here to trouble her were all sword cultivators from the Golden Que Realm, but who knows, I was completely wrong." ”

Bailu snorted.

But the man didn't hear it, because he was asleep.

When he woke up, he saw an acquaintance.

That person was very calm, and he knew that he was a big man when he looked at it.

When the man saw him, he said a little weirdly: "You are not in Xian Mall at this time, what are you doing here." ”

The middle-aged man said: "Everyone wants to know the secret of the Emperor's Tomb, but I want to know if you can win this time." ”

The man said, "I don't know either, so I decided to wait a few more days." ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "What, you're not too old, so you're a little corrupt?"

"Lan Lin, don't stand and talk without back pain, this is a matter of life and death, of course I have to take a good look at it. ”

It turned out that this person was none other than Lan Linzhen, the head of the Sword Court.

So are there many people who can call him by his first name?

Probably only one who practices swords.

That person's name is Liang Shiji.

Liang Shiyi said: "You want to defeat her for the sake of the first few words of the kendo leader, but I want more." ”

Hearing this, Lan Linzhen asked with interest, "What else is there?"

Liang Shiyi looked at Lan Lin Zhenren with a mysterious expression, "I won't tell you." ”