The old madman ignored his own majesty, quietly looked at the free Rui beast coming and going, with an angry face, thinking that he was still frozen in the ice just now, crying and mourning, looking at the childish child's body that was getting farther and farther away, looking unwilling to die of old age, grabbing the iron sword suspended behind him and looking timidly at Huang Luanyi in the Chunfeng Palace, trembling his teeth.

"It is said that the old man, dressed well, will scratch the unhappiness in his heart to torture others, fortunately there is my precious disciple to block the crime, otherwise my old bones will be buried here with the little dragon. ”

Thinking about it, he cried again, and his heart was very depressed, this gift that had been prepared for a long time was taken away by the short and unstable Dongfeng child, and he rushed down with a sword on his shoulder, his eyes were extremely aggrieved, and he was complaining about the obstruction of Huang Luanyi in the hall.

The old madman stepped on the green bamboo and lay on his knees, who knew that when he stomped down, he jumped and the slender bamboo strips twisted and hooked his legs and feet, and he was in a lying position, and a green leaf on the ground was pasted on his face, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"I'm going to judge the Sword Keeper, that old man... Who? Yes, the Tao knocks. ”

Before Li Shuishan could say goodbye to the old Huang Luanyi, and it was clear that he would come to clean up tomorrow, he was dragged away by the old madman distressedly.

The slanting sun hangs in the north, and the sunshine that hangs back is pushed down into a top flower umbrella, which is a sword hanging into a ring of eight directions, because a white-haired old man sitting behind it, the sword light on it is full of a pale figure, big and small. On the small pavilion at the corner of the mountain, the stones in front of him were gray and black, and there were a few little monsters sitting down, one with red plum eyes, one with red cheeks and dewy beards, and one with five arms supporting the sky, all of them were empty and godless.

The white-haired old man raised his book sword, and the one who jumped on the tip of his thumb bent and passed away from the little finger, and the book in front of him, nameless and wordless, exuded this fierce sword qi, blowing away the green leaves that came around, this leaf was the old madman angry, watching the wooden dragon collapse and fall into one of the mountain streams, which happened to be blown to the sword peak by the wind, but the white-haired old man stretched out his flattened left palm and gently retracted it, watching it be blown away again.

His eyes reverberated ethereally, exuding a slight fluctuation from time to time, and this scene was silently familiar.

A few little monsters showed a murderous speech, and a glimmer of light emanated from the book, turning into sword intent and falling into it, and at the same time, several small swords landed out of thin air, suspended in front of the white-haired old man, after his scrutiny, he nodded, and sank into the sword book with a wave of his hand.

The green leaves in the hand were swept up by the wind again, falling into the mountain stream, and the sound of an old and stubborn cry came on it, and the sound entered the ears, if it suffered a great grievance, the teeth trembled, and then the young man who was tightly pulled was not alarmed, and the sound of ear filling was heard several miles away, and the birds in the sky were frightened to fly, and when they saw the faint shadow of the sky, they thought that something strange had happened.

The old madman sat on the ground with a flutter, and Li Shuishan, who pulled it, was embarrassed, so he only bowed politely, tears were in his eyes, and he shouted, "What about the sword keeper, I want to meet and tell me about the bitterness in my heart." ”

The white-haired old man's eyes opened and closed, and he couldn't help but say: "When do you see that I am not a sword keeper, there are three people in Sword Peak, you only recognize one of them! ”

The old madman was not happy, and when he skimmed his eyes, he saw that there were several children in the main hall inside, and the three green swords in his hands were sharp, and he would cut off a head if he didn't pay attention to it.

"Let me see you

The sword man is the person with eyes like winter and a heavy breath, and I want this person to apologize to me and explain clearly. ”

"Oh?"

"Dao Knock is a sword keeper, he hasn't crossed the peak for ten years, and he has been sitting on the stone pool of the sword peak, is there a ghost and provoked you?"

"Ah, Dao Knock, although I didn't step out of the deep mountains with half a foot, but the person who had a lot to do with him actually blocked my way, and made me kneel down to her with five bodies, this person, this person is really a vicious disease, I am unwilling, I want to let Dao Knock give me an explanation. ”

The white-haired old man closed the sword book in his hand, with a sense of helplessness, but glanced at Li Shuishan, called him to sit beside him, and waited for the old madman's temperament to fade, who knew that above the mountain peak, the tall stone tower burst out with evil qi, and a sky-high sword qi rushed out, sweeping the sky of the entire sword peak, and the thick clouds receded, revealing a fiery red sunset, and the sunset scene filled dozens of peaks in the south.

At this time, Jianfeng burst out with dazzling light, shining deeply on the spring, summer and winter peaks, but on a small peak in the distance that Li Shuishan had just ignored, a dry ancient corpse twisted his wrist, raised his empty eye socket and glanced at the north, looking at the sinking shimmer of red glow.

A pair of eyeballs slowly appeared in his eyes, and he quietly flashed memories, this memory is the longing for the years, a kind of torture of time, opened his mouth and exhaled with difficulty, gradually retreating from the green skin on the skin, and slowly formed the flesh and blood of the palm with a fiery red maple leaf in the palm.

Hundreds of fiery red maple leaves fell from the sky at the top of the mountain peak until they completely covered the surface of the ancient corpse. A sunset scene rotated here, and the blue-robed disciples who were sitting cross-legged under it were all as leisurely and elegant as him, not holding swords or practicing magic in their hands, but just watching the disciples of other peaks walk around with their eyes wide open, and they were also meditating on the falling maple leaves.

His eyes showed longing, fading the cracked green skin on it, and the figure of a young man in a green robe appeared, with an erect maple leaf in the center of his eyebrows, the texture was clear and clear, and the tight lines were brushed on it, and there was a deep scar on his face, which ran from his forehead to his lips and jaw, which was covered by him with a green cloth, and the bitterness appeared on the left side of his face, looking at a coercion in the making.

At the upper end of the stone tower of Sword Peak, paved out of the bluestone stairs and went down, a total of more than seventy or eighty, the old man in the mask holding the sword in one hand, walked out slowly with a wooden staff in the other, the eyes in the mask were shown through the oblique light, and the eyes reflected in Li Shuishan's eyes were like a pool of abyss, and there was no trace of expression in sight.

When he walked down slowly, his back, especially the vicissitudes of life, was a kind of loneliness as far as the eye could see.

He walked down slowly, as if he was weak and impervious to the wind, and shook the sword in his hand as soon as the wind blew, his eyes looked at the old madman, revealing a hint of questioning, "Are you looking for me?"

His words carried a slight doubt, but at the same time, they were accompanied by earth-shattering thunder, rolling up the clouds and tides, and suddenly provoking the falling rain and rowing up, entering the eyes and ears of the peak masters within the peaks, making them all slightly shocked. There were many disciples who had never experienced the wind and rain, and they were afraid to touch the sword in their hands, and looked at the majestic rain outside.

Obscure sentences filled the rain, as if summoning the peak gods belonging to each mountain, gradually rising up one stone pile after another.

From each mountain peak turned smoke in the rain, gently out of the illusory figures, some are two-horned sheep people, some are one-eyed strange fish, some are staring eyes, they all open their mouths in awe.

"Greetings, the way is bowed

Swordsman. ”

"Greetings, Word Knocker. ”

"Meet the seniors. ”

The old man wearing a mask, his footsteps came slowly, and he felt that there was an incomprehensible aura rising to the sky hundreds of meters away from Li Shuishan, although he felt that the old man was a little deliberately slowing down his pace, but he could not stop the volatilization of his own momentum, impacting every rock, and even the white-haired old man sitting on the ground blew away his long hair, and got up with a smile and hugged his fist.

"I don't know when you will come out of the tower, today is the hour, sitting here, I didn't expect that the sky is not as good as people. ”

Li Shuishan also got up and bowed down, although the coercion was there, but it was not big, mainly as if it was concentrated in the old madman, he saw him sitting on the ground in a demented state, looking at this breath that carried him away, and he lost himself a little, and the old man in the mask responded: "The sky has changed, I have already noticed the fateful track, and I will end up." ”

He asked again.

"Do you have anything to say to me? I will personally go out to answer your questions, you just need to say, I will try my best to answer in a few words, so that you are satisfied, but in the future, you must not go on a rampage everywhere, even if the wind-puller stops me, I will definitely drive you out of Zongshan. ”

"What you do in the peaks, I have listened to what the wind leader said, let me personally point to you, but the heart is heavenly, I can't draw a sword to cut off your understanding no matter what, cut off your path of footsteps, if you have no hope, I will owe it. But the time has come, and I can be regarded as giving you an opportunity to turn into an auspicious photo, so that you can think again. ”

He asked again.

"Do you have anything or something you'd like to ask?"

The old madman was carried away by a burst of coercion just now, came back to his senses, opened his big mouth and said, "That... That... Do you know how old the spring peak is. Resolve a fate, do you... Failed Hongchen?"

After saying this, the old madman lay on the ground, his eyes closed, Li Shuishan hurriedly touched his snort, but found that he was just asleep tired, and the old man wearing a mask looked at the revival peak through the clouds in the distance, and did not speak.

In the hall of Chunfeng, the yellow-robed old yellow-robed yellow mangae sitting on the wooden cushion, her eyes were also raised to look at the wall, there was originally only a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging, on which was a wonderful woman, showing a relaxed dance, charming figure, eyebrows lowered, smiling face, quietly provoked a green bamboo mapping, there were fish swimming in the waterhole under its feet, and a green-skinned well frog jumped out of the pond next to it, cooing to support its belly, calling a beautiful melody belonging to nature.

Insects and finches flying, yellow women laughing.

But there was a kind of despair and an obsession in her eyes.

The old man in the mask couldn't see any expression, but his eyes were slightly wavy at this time, but they were insignificant.

Only one autumn leaf has landed, and it can't afford the desolation of autumn, and the pool is shallow, but there is no other intention to flow clouds.

However, he still looked at the clouds and mist in the distance and said lightly.

"I have seen the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain, but I have fallen into endless hesitation; I have seen countless men and women obsessed with the flow of green hair, facing the wind and rain but helplessly returning to the loess; I have met countless murderous people, laughing and asking who needs to be wrapped in corpses to return home; I am even more amused by the will of heaven, wandering the ancient rhyme, the silk spring is full of my thoughts, kneeling in the mountain range with smoke and dust; I have also seen the moment the curtain ends, there are many figures tragic, who asked me... Red Dust?"