It's autumn, and the lotus leaves in the pond are also a little yellowish.

Ning Zhiyuan was dressed in white, standing at the door with a long sword on his back, motionless.

The breeze gently lifted his sideburns, and the lotus leaves in the pool, which were so yellow, fell into the pool with a "bang".

"Young Master, did Madame call you?"

The young Ning Zhiyuan bowed slightly to the door that had not been opened in front of people for a long time, "Uncle, my nephew will come to see you later." ”

Cross the pool, enter the cloister, and after many twists and turns, you will reach the hall.

The woman with a full forehead and a graceful demeanor stood in the hall, looking at the painting hanging in the middle of the hall, the person in the painting stood sideways, a long sword stood on her side, and her long hair fluttered by the river, with a fairy spirit, and she wanted to borrow the long wind to go straight to the blue sky for 90,000 miles.

"Yuan'er, do you know who the person in this painting is?"

Ning Zhiyuan naturally knew that the ancestor who worshipped when he was a child roamed the rivers and lakes with one person and one sword, leaving endless legends, and only left a mantle in Qinglian Town in his later years, but I don't know why my mother mentioned it again?

"Patriarch Taibai Sword Immortal has one person, one sword and one pot of wine, taking advantage of the void and resisting the wind, and his reputation has been left everywhere in the world, even three-year-old children know: the most chic person in the world is Taibai Sword Immortal. ”

Although he had heard it dozens of times, Ning Zhiyuan still lowered his head and was extremely serious.

"Thousands of years have passed, and the Qinglian Sect is not as good as not being a generation. ”

"Until your uncle came out of the mountain, he was like a meteor that pierced the long night of the Qinglian Sect. ”

The woman seemed to remember the glory of the past, and her face seemed to be rippling.

"Your father and your uncle dominate the juniors, hoeing the strong and helping the weak. There is a legend in the world that Taibai Sword Immortal has come to the world again. ”

"Until, Shushan asked for help and asked the knights of the world to seal the demons together. ”

"Your uncle resolutely participated, but when I went, I realized that it was not a demon at all, and the six major sects were played with by one person in applause. Your father was murdered in order to save your uncle. Your uncle came back and was a completely different person, and he thought that he had harmed your father, and he stayed behind closed doors all day long, and lived by drinking. ”

The woman paused, and an autumn lotus bloomed stubbornly in the vat at the door.

Just like she has been working hard to support the sect for more than ten years.

"Do you hate your uncle?"

Two figures appeared in Ning Zhiyuan's mind at the same time, carrying his uncle and his father who was stupid on the side.

"Don't hate. ”

"Then do you hate Shushan?"

"Hate!"

The woman smiled sadly: "Silly child, I lost my brother and husband overnight, and I never hated Shushan." ”

"Do you know why?" The woman's voice suddenly became sharp, with a hint of mockery: "They are more pitiful than us, in recent years, those who have money can enter Shushan, do you think it is better than us? ”

"More than ten years ago, the Northern Barbarians and the Imperial Dynasty fought, the Seven Heroes of Shushan went down the mountain to save the world, and the youngest junior brother of Shushan formed the 'Seven Heroes' to slay demons. All of them are amazing, and they are not much better than your father and uncle. ”

"Do you know that after the Seven Heroes of Shushan returned to the mountain, they returned to Qifeng to retreat for more than ten years, and the most amazing and talented little junior brother in Shushan also became a wasted person, guarding a useless library pavilion. They're just an empty shelf now. There are only a few elders, and they have no name, which is inferior to our Qinglian Sect. ”

"The people of our Qinglian Sect have a clear distinction between right and wrong, love and hate. There is only one person you should hate, you know, don't let the world look down on my Qinglian Sect when you go to Shushan this time. ”

Ning Zhiyuan looked at his mother, who was heroic and clear-eyed, and hugged his fists and said, "Remember the teachings, children. ”

"By the way, you can go to the five halls and pick a few clever and capable people to go with you. ”

Ning Zhiyuan was taken aback.

"Mother ...... here"

The woman sneered: "Those old immortals don't dare to do anything, don't worry, remember to go out and talk to your uncle this time." ”

Ning Zhiyuan returned to the small courtyard, and the door was still closed as before.

A man slept on the ground with a cloak and a few broken vats beside him.

"Uncle, I'm here. ”

When the man inside the door heard this, he covered his head and covered his face with his hair, he really didn't know how to face their mother and son.

"It's been eighteen years soon, the oath of that year is about to expire, and my nephew is going to Shushan. ”

"Don't worry, I will get justice for you and your father, even if I don't come back. Hearing the words "seek justice", the old man's hand trembled slightly, and he brushed away his black and white hair, revealing a pair of eyes.

"I'll say hello to your old friends, too. ”

After finishing speaking, Ning Zhiyuan turned around and left.

The people in the room stood up tremblingly, perhaps because of the perennial drinking, and their feet went limp, and they fell to the ground.

He crawled over step by step, the broken vat cutting through his skin, and drawing a picture on the ground with blood.

He lay under the cabinet and picked up something, ignoring the scars on his body.

Finally, two dusty ancient swords were pulled out from under the cabinet.

"Old man, are you all right?" I don't know if it's about these two swords or facing the old people in the distance.

He suddenly cried out as he held two swords, like a child.

Suddenly, two long rainbows rose into the sky, and finally landed straight in front of the courtyard, startling both the woman and Ning Zhiyuan.

In the next second, a hint of joy appeared on the woman's face.

She pulled out the two swords and handed them to Ning Zhiyuan.

"Remember, one of these two swords is called Qinglian, your father's original sword, and the other is called Minghao, your uncle's sword, go to Shushan, don't lose the face of my Qinglian Sect. ”

In a broken Taoist temple in the mountains, an old Taoist opened his eyes and said with a slight smile: "After all, there must be a judgment in the affairs of the past, although it has nothing to do with my concept of immortality, but if there are so many people in the world, it is still uncomfortable." Or, let the younger generation go out and see the world. Don't let the righteous people in the world become a joke, help those who should help, and set things right, thousands of years ago, the ancestors of both sides were still close friends!"

Several veterans beside him nodded yes.

So, three young Taoist priests wearing broken Taoist robes and straw sandals walked out of the broken Taoist temple with long swords on their backs.

A temple in the middle of Fancheng.

The temple is splendid, the courtyard is large, comparable to those palaces in the capital Chang'an, and the big Buddha enshrined is also a piece of gold, like crossing a layer of Buddha light.

An old monk in the backyard chopped a robe mixed with silk and gold wire, and looked at the few junior disciples sitting below.

"Amitabha, fellow disciples, the covenant is about to expire, I don't know what you think. ”

A monk's sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, if it weren't for the ring incense scar on his head, he wouldn't have recognized him as a monk, he scratched his head and said: "Take this opportunity for our Buddhist people to move forward and contribute to the right way in the world, how about it?"

The old monk's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly: "Amitabha, I think Senior Brother Shancheng is reasonable. Ordinary people say, 'In troubled times, Taoist priests go down the mountain to save the world, and monks live in seclusion in the mountains; Now the righteous path is about to be in chaos, and all the sects are remnants and weak generals. As the saying goes: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. The responsibility of revisiting the right path all day is on me at Wat Pho. It is also possible for the people of the world to dispel their misunderstandings about my Buddhism. ”

The seven old monks below all nodded. "Amitabha, what the abbot said is very true. ”

Chang'an City in the distance, the capital of the country.

The two stone dragons in front of the Qianlong Hall opened their teeth and danced their claws, not threatening and angry.

The dragon scales are distinct, the dragon claws are extremely sharp, a pair of eyes are quite charming, and the dragon's tail is lightly curled, with a look of wanting to pounce on the nine heavens.

The middle-aged emperor sat in the empty hall in a bright yellow dragon robe, and next to him stood an old man holding a dust, immortal wind and bones, standing beside the emperor, but the momentum was not weak at all.

"Your Majesty, the eighteen-year period is coming soon, and I don't know what Your Majesty's plans are. ”

The emperor of this dynasty stood up, his voice majestic.

"When I was young, I was deceived by that old horseman, and it was wrong after all. ”

The old man did not speak, but lowered his head.

"But I am the lord of the world, and I can't be wrong in front of people. After waiting for eighteen years, I finally have an opportunity, how can I miss it!"

"I also know that in the past ten years, the Taishi has had a lot of criticism about me. ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately said, "Your Majesty is serious, and Weichen doesn't dare." "The voice is neither humble nor arrogant.

The emperor glanced at the old man and said in a deep voice, "Master Fu Ziling listens to the order. ”

"Today, the rivers and lakes are in turmoil, and I want to poison the common people, so I ask for a map of the mountains and rivers today and hand it over to Master Fu, hoping that the master will appease the four seas for me and calm the world. ”

The old lady who knelt down, her hands trembled, and her voice was a little choked: "Minister, thank you Lord Longen!"

The emperor immediately raised the Taishi.

"Taishi, please get up, when the old man deceived me too much, in order to be foolproof, the Taishi will also bring the Ming Emperor's seal, I dare not say it in the holy decree, for fear that those old men will find me crying. ”

Fu Ziling was taken aback: "Emperor Ming left Chang'an, I'm afraid someone will ......"

The emperor said proudly: "Don't worry, Taishi, will my world rely on only one dead thing, I am here, see who dares to come!"

"Can be ...... on the frontier"

"I knew that the old man had colluded with the Northern Barbarians, and General Xu Zhenwu had already secretly arrived in the north. ”

The old master heard this. The five bodies knelt on the ground and bowed: "My lord is sage." ”

Welcoming Panasonic, Uncle Zu was restless.

After thinking about it, with a wave of his big sleeves, clusters of red light flew around.

In some deep mountains and old forests, secluded streams and deep lakes, groups of black-clothed people received the red light and immediately walked out of the mountains and entered the world.

"If there is no Ling Dao, what if it is dozens of sea-breaking realms? Eighteen years, the old man not only wants this river and lake, but also the temple!"

All kinds of characters appear on the stage, and the big drama is about to start. The rhythm was a little sluggish before, but it was all for a good show, and I hope everyone who reads the book will give me a recommendation. The small ones will work hard, just want to make a little progress every day compared to the previous day, and while reading books, they can arouse a little emotion of the kings, or sad or happy, and they will be satisfied. I hope to give a recommendation and a collection.