In the fifteenth year of Yuanwu, Huangjing, Xiangfu.

Li Jinglan began to serve as Zuo Cheng 19 years ago, and gradually went from a fictitious position to real power, leading hundreds of officials in the government and the opposition. The policy he did was not detrimental to the people, and he was called the head of the literati today.

Li Jinglan is nine out of forty this year, born in a poor family, and married a wife who is also from a poor family, but now no one dares to say that their family is a poor family.

The Li family has three sons, the eldest son Li Yunxian and the second son Li Sizhe, all of whom have read poetry and books since childhood, and are full of wealth, but they have never held an official position in the court.

Because Li Jinglan once said: "My two sons only read some books and can write a few poems, but they can't be officials, let alone good officials, so no one is allowed to recommend them to be officials, and neither can Your Majesty." ”

So Li Xiang pinned all his hopes on his young son and named him Congwen.

Because he is an old man, he has a lot of love for Li Congwen, Li Congwen is also very competitive, studies hard but is not rigid, and his grades in the school are much better than those of his two elder brothers.

However, at the age of sixteen, his temperament has changed greatly, and he has changed his original hard work and honesty. The reason for this is that Li Congwen has never told anyone, and he may never say it to others in his life.

One day, Li Congwen suddenly said to Li Xiang that he didn't want to study anymore, Li Xiang asked why, Li Congwen said he didn't like it, Li Xiang didn't get angry, so he said "Do whatever you like."

Li Congwen actually understood his father's expectations of him, and he was also a little guilty, but he didn't regret it.

One day, Li Congwen saw General Yang coming to the mansion as a guest, so he ran forward with a smile, "Uncle Yang, last time you told me about you murdering the Xiliang cavalry with 3,000 foot soldiers in Xiliang, what happened?"

General Yang knocked on Li Congwen's head with a chestnut, "What is murder, that is called conspiracy, do you understand?"

He shook off Li Congwen angrily, "I'll tell you when I'm done discussing things with your father." ”

Li Congwen looked at Uncle Yang's back, had a whim, and ran to find the leader of the guards in the house.

The leader was talking to the soldiers brought by General Yang, and when he saw Li Xiang's favorite third son, he hurriedly confessed and ran over.

Li Congwen's first sentence almost didn't scare the big man down, "Uncle Xiang, I want to practice martial arts." ”

General Yang's personal soldier walked away faster.

The leader of the surname used to be a person from the rivers and lakes, three years ago, General Yang announced to the world, issued a chivalrous order, and recruited heroes to serve the court.

The surnamed Xiang left the sect at that time, came to the imperial court as a guard, and became the leader of the Xiangfu guards all the way.

In the end, the surname is working in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he is a little bookish, and he wants to make Li Gongzi retreat, "Childe, this martial arts practice pays attention to the roots, but even if the son, you are still a little older, and it is a little late to practice martial arts now." ”

Li Congwen said nonchalantly: "Didn't Uncle Yang also start practicing martial arts at the age of fourteen? Didn't he defeat the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Eight Kings? I don't want to train to be invincible in the world, I will be satisfied with half of Uncle Yang." ”

The surname didn't dare to comment on General Yang, so he had to change his plan, "Since Gongzi said so, I will pass on a set of peerless sword scriptures to you." After speaking, he sneakily took out an ancient book from his arms, and asked his heart.

At first, Li Congwen didn't believe it, if he was a guard leader, why didn't he practice the best in the world by himself if he could have a peerless sword scripture, but when he saw that book, he believed it.

"This sword scripture was obtained by accident, but I am a sword practitioner, and I don't have the ability to practice swords again, it's a pity. Now that the son has a request, I will give it to you, and the son must not pass it on to others. ”

The surname of the person said seriously, plus the big man and honest face, Li Congwen nodded solemnly, if he knew that this sword scripture was picked up at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he didn't know how he would feel.

Turning the first page, I saw that there were four big characters written on it: the heart is there, the sword is there.

There is also a row of small words below: Where the sword leads, just ask the heart.

Li Congwen was so fascinated that he forgot to say hello and left, and he didn't see the surnamed Xiang running to report to Li Xiang.

"My lord, the third prince just came to me and told me that he wanted to practice martial arts, but I couldn't persuade him, so I had to give him a sword book, but I have read the sword book, and it is extremely difficult to practice. If the son practices it, then he is a genius, and if he can't practice, he will retreat. In fact, when I read the book, I felt that it was not practiced by people at all, and I didn't think that anyone could practice it at all.

Li Xiang nodded and didn't say much.

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Central South, Mountain Gate.

Yang Xiaoyang was carrying a box on his back, this box was made by himself, or specially selected peach wood, obviously Yang Xiaoyang was not a broad-minded person.

There are a few small holes in the box that allow Xiao Tu inside to breathe and look outside.

Yang Xiaoyang explained that Xiao Tu should not make a noise when there is someone, just knock lightly on something, Xiao Tu is also sensible, and never causes trouble for Yang Xiaoyang.

The two of them watched the scenery at the mountain gate during the day, and sometimes went to Nanshui Town to buy some vegetables, and their days were monotonous but not boring.

Yang Xiaoyang's cultivation was in order, and he felt that he would be able to cultivate to the immortal in another year, and his mood was a lot easier. Xiao Di hasn't changed much, but she has slept longer and eaten more than before.

Yang Xiaoyang likes such days, but he doesn't like to like the sunset, every time he looks at the colorful glow in the sky, he will think of the scene where Xiaodi's head flies, and he can't help but feel cold, and he can't help but feel sad from his heart, and he can't help but burst into tears.

This world is so big that we can still meet and spend the most innocent age together, but you have to stop at that age forever.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't want to think about it anymore, just immersed in the sunset.

..............

The dull days passed day by day, and the sixteenth year of Yuanwu was born.

Yang Xiaoyang once estimated that he would be able to break through to the human immortal in a year, but after talking with an old man at the mountain gate yesterday, he was stuck in the realm of congenital perfection and could not advance an inch. (Wedge)

That night, Yang Xiaoyang went to the patriarch's grass hut again and bowed respectfully.

The patriarch knew this kid's temperament very well, and most of them were asking for him, putting on a stinky face.

Yang Xiaoyang has been cultivating for two years, and he knows that most Taoist priests are pure-hearted and have few desires, and he doesn't know how the patriarch, a fresh and refined old urchin, cultivated to the earth immortal.

"Ancestor, my cultivation is stuck in the congenital perfection and cannot be advanced. Yang Xiaoyang showed a flattering smile, obviously an indecent Taoist priest.

"Oh. The patriarch's answer was neither salty nor light.

"Ancestor, do you have a way?" Yang Xiaoyang was not discouraged.

"You have to think for yourself in your own practice. The patriarch waved his hand and drove Yang Xiaoyang out of the house, "I'm going down the mountain tomorrow, and I'm looking for Chongxiao if I have something." Oh yes, he's a man who is born to be ruthless, hehe. ”

Yang Xiaoyang was a little disappointed that he didn't get the answer, and he shuddered unconsciously when he heard the last hehe, he didn't understand what it meant to abandon his desire and go back to the house without thinking too much.

The next day, Yang Xiaoyang stood at the mountain gate as usual to entertain guests, and the old man who talked to him at dusk yesterday left a deep impression on him, because the old man had a special temperament, which could make people see at a glance that he was a person who had read a lot of books.

In the afternoon of the same day, Xiao Di in the box should have fallen asleep, and could faintly hear the sound of breathing, Yang Xiaoyang unconsciously smiled on his face, and his brows were crooked.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked towards him, the smile on Yang Xiaoyang's face disappeared instantly, and his hands were clenched, for fear that he was coming to do something for himself.

The middle-aged man walked up to Yang Xiaoyang and stopped, stared at it for a while, staring at Yang Xiaoyang a little uncomfortable before he spoke: "This Taoist leader." ”

Speaking of this, he was interrupted by Yang Xiaoyang: "Layman." "Hinting at middle-aged people, don't look for yourself.

However, apparently the middle-aged man did not understand, "This layman, before my father died, he wanted to ask you to recite a scripture for him. ”

Yang Xiaoyang is a little strange, he doesn't know anyone in Nanshui Town, why is there anyone looking for him?

"May I ask who Ling Zun is?"

The middle-aged man's expression was obviously a lot lonely, "My father's name is Wang De, and I am the one who talked to the layman yesterday, I am the eldest son in the family, and I went up the mountain with my father yesterday." ”

Yang Xiaoyang listened to it with some unpleasant feelings, and regretted that he didn't talk to the old man more yesterday for fear of being found out that he was a half-Taoist priest.

"Why is Ling Zun looking for me?"

"My father said on his deathbed that he liked to go up the mountain when he was tired of reading in the school as a child, and later was arranged by the family to go to a certain place in southern Xinjiang to be a magistrate, and when he came back, he found that Zhongnan had not changed at all, so he hoped to find something new in the mountain, until he met a layman yesterday. ”

Yang Xiaoyang knew that the school was not something that ordinary people could enter, and it had to be related to the DPRK and China, and he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by messing up on someone's mourning hall, but he wanted to fulfill the old man's last wish, so he hesitated for a while.

At this time, the box behind him shook slightly, Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, and saluted the middle-aged man, "Donor, please wait here, I will go to the mountain to report and go down the mountain with the donor." ”

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