Wang Yan'an sat quietly in the sand dunes in the north of the desert, his expression was not excessively resentful, he looked very plain, very neutral, beside him and outside the inn, all the densely packed were Yun Zhongwei dressed in purple and blue, there was no whistle to contact, he couldn't make Yun Zhongwei come to him, he could only take the initiative to find Yun Zhongwei, in Yun Zhongwei, those who wore purple were the lowest character in the guards, and those in blue were the best grades.

There are two people standing beside Wang Yan, the person on the left is burly, with big eyes and thick eyebrows, only wearing black trousers, not wearing a shirt, his upper body, wrapped around two thick iron chains, at the end of the iron chain, there are two sledgehammers engraved with dragons, this person's name is Duan Tingfeng, is the presidential decree of the character class, known as the hammer out of the blood, no one can survive under the sledgehammer, as for the person on the right, named Hua Qiuyu, is the leader of the Yunzhongwei of the local class, wearing a coat and a hat, clasping his hands in front of his chest, holding a dark sword, like a swordsman who wanders the world in the mouth of a storyteller。

Duan Tingfeng, who was carrying a double hammer, was in a hurry, couldn't bear to be silent, and roared in a rough voice, "My lord, you just have to say where the gang of thieves who robbed Lu Jun are, you name it, Lao Duan, I will pick up the hammer and ask for someone for you." ”

The calm Wang Yan was furious when he heard his words for no reason, and beat Duan Tingfeng out with one palm, and said from afar, "If I knew where they were, I would still listen to you!"

Hua Qiuyu, who was holding the sword, hooked a very mocking arc on the corner of his mouth, and said, "My lord, I have never heard of such a sect as the Sea Shark Gang in the world, do you think someone is afraid that we will track it down afterwards, so they deliberately made it up to disturb our sight?"

Wang Yan calmed down a lot and said, "What you said makes sense, maybe the three words of the Sea Shark Gang are really a shield made up by the opponent, but according to the current clues, we have no way to find out, and the big disciple of the Rotten Sword Mountain is no longer in the inn, I suspect that they were also taken away by the people who called themselves the Sea Shark Gang, could it be that their purpose is also the Mausoleum of the Great Emperor Guangcheng?"

Wang Yan thought about it and finally sighed helplessly, "If the old man snatched Lu Junwei from me and also entered the Mausoleum of the Great Emperor Guangcheng, then he should still appear in Kunlun Mountain, so that the brothers of Huang Pinjie will continue to wait in Kunlun Mountain, and report immediately if there is news, we will go back to the palace to see Your Majesty first, this time it failed to happen, if Your Majesty is to blame, I will bear all the blame." ”

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At the foot of the Rotten Sword Mountain, Xu Mo snapped his fingers and said, "Senior, if you don't want to be wronged, you will sleep at the bottom of the mountain for two days, and I will first go to the mountain to inform the master and hold a welcome ceremony for you." ”

"Welcome a ghost, low-key up the hill, go. ”

"Okay, okay, low-key. Xu Mo buttoned his nose.

Suddenly!

"Old man Song Daoyuan, he has been down the mountain for nineteen years, and he is back today!"

The old man next to him was afraid that someone would not know that he was coming back, so he shouted in his throat, his voice spread like a bell to every corner of the Rotten Sword Mountain, the frightened white birds on the mountain fluttered their wings and flew, and the birds in the forest rushed around, Xu Mo felt that his ears were buzzing, and the aftermath echoed for a long time, and he snapped his nose and said to Song Lao Jianxian in front of him, "Low-key, low-key, you are low-key!"

Looking at Song Daoyuan's back, Xu Mo said again, "Hey, senior, your sword move to break the umbrella of Chaoyuan today is extremely powerful, why didn't you use it to deal with the Tai Void Technique in Lingguan Prefecture that day." ”

Song Daoyuan, who had his back to Xu Mo, said leisurely, "The Tai Void Technique will derive illusions according to the desires in people's hearts, and when I entered the Tai Void Technique that day, I fell into the illusion of the Rotten Sword Mountain, and I was addicted to all kinds of things back then, and there was no sword intent at all, how to make sword moves, and I really came to the Rotten Sword Mountain today, which can be regarded as to break the knot in my heart back then." ”

"Oh, it turns out that you came to break the heart knot to improve the sword realm, not just to see my master. Xu Mo, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, laughed.

"Nonsense, go up the mountain. Song Daoyuan took a step towards the path up the mountain, and Lu Jun followed.

Xu Mo was not in a hurry, he stared at the sycamore branch that was folding over there and said, "Hey, let's go, why don't you squat." ”

Mei raised her head and said unexpectedly, "Can I also go up the mountain?" ”

"Absolutely. ”

"But I'm a demon!"

Xu Mo walked over and pushed her eyebrows with her index finger and said, "Whoever said that the demon can't go to Rotten Sword Mountain, go." ”

"Hey, good!"

Mei Gao happily followed behind Xu Mo and walked towards the mountain road.

It is about the time to the mountainside, groups of disciples of Rotten Sword Mountain are arranged under the organization of the elders of the Five Peaks, each holding a sword and waiting, which is an unwritten rule in Rotten Sword Mountain, whenever an elder who has been away from the mountain for a long time returns to the mountain, the younger generations in the sect must use the sword in their hands to build a Cambridge leading to the Rotten Sword Mountain Square in the middle of the mountain, and the returning seniors will step on the Cambridge they built up the mountain, and every younger disciple of Rotten Sword Mountain will be proud of the sword in their hands that has been trampled by their predecessors, in their opinion, it is a glory, not to mention that those who want to return to the mountain today, the one who wants to step on their sword is Song Daoyuan。

Kendo True Wonderland, Song Daoyuan.

I'd rather the world's ten thousand swords are not as good as mine, not my sword is not as good as the world's Song Daoyuan.

In Chi Jingyuan's remaining memory, there was a picture about this, so Xu Mo was not surprised, he just hadn't thought of it before.

Wufeng Zhenren stood in front of their respective disciples and greeted the old sword immortal Song Daoyuan.

Hua Zhifeng Qiu Jing was the first to speak, "Senior Brother Song, I haven't seen you for nineteen years, and today you are finally back." ”

The real people of the other four peaks also said something like they hadn't seen for a long time and missed it, among them, Lu Dongshen of Zixia Peak was the most excited, and rushed up to hug Song Daoyuan's bamboo tube and poured beans, "Oh, Senior Brother Song, I haven't seen you for nineteen years and finally come back, Senior Brother, I miss you very much, don't you know, since you left, Sister Ma has buried the sword under the pear blossom tree and waited for you, and also corrected Yangshan to Rotten Sword Mountain, waiting for you is very bitter." ”

Seeing that Lu Dongshen was still the same cynical as he was a few years ago, he smiled and said, "I know that you are all waiting for me, so I won't come back." ”

"Senior brother, it's good for you to come back, you see, the junior disciples of Wufeng are still waiting for you to step on the sword and return?"

"No, no, I don't need to step on the sword to return to the Rotten Sword Mountain, just take the mountain road, when I was young and vigorous, I was afraid that in your eyes, I am no longer a disciple of this sect, what qualifications do I have to step on the Cambridge and return to the Rotten Sword Mountain, let's go, walk back to the mountain." ”

Song Daoyuan and Lu Dongshen walked up the mountain shoulder to shoulder, behind them, Qiu Jing, Fang Xiqi, Su Nanxiu and Qin Beichen looked at Song Daoyuan who was gradually moving away with very surprised and strange eyes, I don't know what to say, in their eyes, words such as arrogance and arrogance, self-respect and other words are the standard configuration of Senior Brother Song, but at the moment, he has nothing to do with those words at all, in the past nineteen years, this Senior Brother Song has changed too much.

Xu Mo leaned against the big tree, feeling that it was a mistake to gather all the disciples to meet Song Daoyuan, more than 3,000 disciples and more than 3,000 swords were waiting for the sword edge to form a bridge for him to step on the bridge, and the result was that Lu Dongshen walked up the mountain, slapped his face more, and then looked around, and saw no trace of Master Ma Ruixin, Xu Mo smiled evilly and said, "I have been waiting for my lover for nineteen years to come back, Master, you don't show up to greet him, won't you be shy?"

Walking from the halfway point of the mountain to the Rotten Sword Mountain Square with half a burnt incense, Song Daoyuan said goodbye to Lu Dongshen and went to Jianlai Peak.

In the temple of that peak there were those whom he wanted to see, and those who were waiting for him.

Coming to the foot of Jianlai Peak, next to the sword washing pool, Yue Pu was fishing with a rod, they just looked at each other and smiled, and did not say much, not that they had nothing to say, but the moment they looked at each other, they had already said all the words, because they were brothers with the same heart, because Yue Pu knew in his heart that the person Senior Brother Song wanted to see most at this moment was in the Jianlai Palace, not in the sword washing pool.

"Let's drink another day!"

Leaving a simple six words, Song Daoyuan continued to pace and walked towards the Sword Coming Palace.

Yue Pu, who has been fishing for 19 years, looked up to the sky and roared, his right arm was raised, and the fishing rod in his hand was instantly bent out of an arc, and the silk at the end of the fishing rod had no hook, but it was tied with a hanging sword, a sword that was only half an arm long and covered with gray scales on the surface, flew out along the fishing wire from the bottom of the pool, splashed several zhang high, washed the water in the sword pool, no longer had no wind and waves, and the stones fell silently.

This sword is called the Fish Long Sword.

Ma Ruixin buried the sword for 19 years for acacia,

Yue Pu has been fishing for 19 years as a brother!

Taking off the fish sword tied to the silk and throwing away the fishing rod in a chic manner, Yue Pu laughed and returned to the house, "There is no Song Daoyuan on the Rotten Sword Mountain, and the sword refining is very boring, what kind of fish are you fishing when you come back today." ”

The sword came to the peak, and Song Daoyuan stood silently.

Across from him, Ma Ruixin also stood quietly.

The two looked at each other, speechless, recalling the past at the same time, crossing the feeling of heartache at the same time, shedding tears at the same time, and finally, calling each other's names at the same time.

When he went down the mountain, Song Daoyuan was forty years old, and today he is fifty-nine.

That year, Ma Ruixin was thirty years old, and she is forty-nine years old this year!

They are ten years apart!

They have been lovesick for nineteen years.

"Ruixin!"

"Dogen!"

Love seems to be young people playing and laughing, it is the hand of the son and the son to grow old, today, in Jianlai Peak, the love deduced by the two of them is to hold the hand with the son after growing old, Song Daoyuan recalled the young and vigorous back then, and folded the sword down the mountain, why? Isn't it that he feels that he not only failed to obtain the qualification to inherit the mountain master, but also was accused of taking medicine for victory, he will be laughed at by his peers, and someone will gossip about him behind his back, which is the root of his sword breaking back then, but unfortunately, on the spur of the moment, he let the woman in front of him wait for him for nineteen years.

"I'm sorry!" he said three long words.