In the same month, on the same night, at the foot of the Huangshan Sect, there were bursts of beautiful songs. By the moonlight, you can see a mountain path, three carriages and four figures. One of them, a woman in a white dress, was sitting in a carriage, and she was stroking the piano with both hands, which was a beautiful tune. On her side, a black beggar with fluffy and messy hair closed his eyes and listened, and from time to time he pointed out the shortcomings of the woman in white. On the other side, the white-clothed scholar lit the candle he brought, read the book from his own mountain, read for a while, he looked up at the slightly drunk woman in the yellow dress in front of him, he didn't know what she had experienced, only knew that she was very angry, just look at the flickering sword behind her, you can know.

After a song, Bai Shusheng praised it loudly and gave him enough face. The woman in the white dress didn't care, and the jade hand stroked the qin, as if she had something on her mind. But the black beggar on the side, happy, as if praising him.

"It's only been a few days, Miss Gu's piano intention has improved so quickly, and Ouyang's predecessor is worthy of being a contemporary music fairy. Bai Shusheng put down the book, and there was surprise in his eyes.

The black beggar laughed, and he pointed at Gu Pingguo at the white scholar, "Look at it, isn't this better than Shen Qingwen?"

Gu Pingguo ignored the black beggar, she turned around and looked at the woman in the yellow dress who seemed to be still angry. Holding the qin, Gu Pingguo walked over and sat next to the woman in the yellow dress, she whispered, "Senior Sister Li, are you still angry?"

The woman in the yellow dress frowned and shook her head, a bit of a meaning that there are no silver three hundred taels here.

"Angry, Li girl, can you talk about it to make Lao Er happy?" When the black beggar heard that the woman in the yellow dress was sulking, he suddenly came to his senses, and lay on the carriage, he smiled at the woman in the yellow dress, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

What responded to him was not the answer of the woman in the yellow dress, but the sword qi of the sword box behind her back. I saw a glass-colored sword qi suddenly fly out of the sword box and pierce into the black beggar's side. The black beggar was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, "If you don't say it, don't you say it, why are you so angry." ”

Bai Shusheng, who was sitting in another carriage, also became interested. He doesn't know much about Li Muxue's temperament, but he doesn't know it at all, and it is rare to see something that can make her so atmospheric. Putting down the book, Li Changan said with a smile: "I guess, it should be related to Brother Shen." ”

As soon as the words fell, a sword qi suddenly appeared in the sword box behind Li Muxue, which was impartial and inserted into Li Changan's book.

"This ......" Li Changan looked at the breath that was torn apart by the sword qi, and he was very distressed. You must know that this book was moved down from the Daoguan Mountain, and it is a book that is difficult to find in this world, although it is a hand-copied version, it has no original artistic conception.

Holding the sword in her hand, Li Muxue looked at Gu Pingguo, "You say, in this world, is the sword strong, or the sword is powerful?"

"Senior Sister Li, I haven't set foot in knives or swords, so I can't answer. Gu Pingguo was very embarrassed, smiled impatiently, and she replied.

"It's not easy, just touch it with a sword, and you won't know it. The black beggar shrugged his shoulders and replied lightly.

Li Muxue thought for a moment, the sword in her hand swelled, and she looked at the black beggar, "How about touching my sword with your knife?"

"Good. The black beggar nodded without hesitation, and then pulled it in the air, and the qin in Gu Pingguo's arms appeared in his hand. Simply plucking the strings, he said to Li Muxue, "Come on." ”

The words fell, a sword sounded, and a piano sounded.

Gu Pingguo and Li Changan only felt a piercing sound in their ears, and the wind and dust around them were raging, and in this wind and dust, they really saw a sword and a sword. A crisp sound echoed in this quiet night, and the lantern hanging on the restaurant not far away swayed a few times. When the wind and dust returned to their original place, they saw that the black beggar under the moon was very proud, and Li Muxue on the side had an even more ugly face than before.

"The sword intent is good, but it's a pity that I haven't arrived home. The black beggar blew up, reminisced, and did not forget to tease.

Li Muxue sneered again and again after hearing this, and pointed at the black beggar is scolding, "You are so shameless, you don't know how long you have lived, you are still an immortal, phew!"

"Li girl, you just can't afford to lose. The black beggar laughed instead of being angry, and was at ease. With a few muttering sounds, he looked at Mingyue in a daze, and then in this lonely night, he said to himself: "If you want to talk about using a knife, I know a good hand with a knife." ”

"What did the predecessors say about Xiao Changhe?" Li Changan smiled lightly, in his memory, there are many powerful knives, but the most memorable one is the knifeman, Xiao Changhe.

The black beggar took a serious look at the white-clothed scholar, and after a while, he let out a breath of muddy air, "He is worthy of being a saint's son." ”

"Xiao Changhe, I heard the old man say it. A knife man, but really conceited. Li Muxue sneered, and she looked at the sword in her hand. Those who use swords and those who use swords will always have a bit of fate. As for what fate, it's not that we hate each other, but whether you die or I live.

"No, no," the black beggar shook his head, and after turning around in place, he sat cross-legged on the carriage, "Xiao Changhe was the first sword under the immortals back then, but unfortunately, he was born in the wrong era. ”

"Born in the wrong era?" Gu Pingguo was puzzled, she didn't know anything about Xiao Changhe.

The black beggar snorted and sighed, "If he was born in this era, it should not be too late, in this era, it is estimated that there will be a sword immortal realm." ”

"People who become immortals on the mainland, ten slaps can be counted. Your evaluation, carefully flashed your tongue. Li Muxue replied lightly, she didn't know where this Ouyang Yin idiot got the courage to dare to say this.

The black beggar sighed again, and in his eyes stained with the years, there were all the things that were fresh in the past. The lake on the other side is as safe as a mirror, and the sound fairy in front of the car is chasing the past, the black beggar laughed lightly under the moon, and said to Li Muxue very confidently: "If this person is this person, when he was in the river, he used a knife to catch the palm of the South China Sea Bodhisattva who was looking at him at that time. With a knife, he caught the thought of the living Buddha in the West. You can talk about it, can this kind of Tianjiao be worthy of this evaluation. ”

"Why can't such people become immortals?" Li Muxue's eyes widened, this was the first time she had heard of this person's deeds. She had been very curious before, why her old man had always disdained swordsmen, but he praised Xiao Chenghe, who was not a big statement.

The black beggar continued: "So, he was born in the wrong era. If it were placed in this era, everyone would scold the surnamed Ning, and nothing would happen. But at that time, the family surnamed Ning was the strongest, and he was the strongest in the mainland. Xiao Changhe was young and vigorous, and he didn't know that the river could drown people. ”

"He's going to challenge the guy surnamed Ning?" Li Changan said in a lost voice, he swallowed his saliva.

The black beggar nodded, "People's hearts are ever-changing, and not everyone is the same heart. Who is surnamed Ning, he showed no mercy, and wiped out Xiao Changhe's knife with a sword, although it saved his life, but it destroyed his cultivation path. ”

"That's why he hasn't set foot in the Immortal Realm......." Li Muxue's tone became serious, no matter what else, in that era, it was great that he could challenge the surnamed Ning with one person and one sword.

The black beggar smiled faintly, "Girl, you now understand why Shen Qingwen let you go down the mountain." ”

was stunned, and Li Muxue and the three of them were stunned for a moment. Li Changan was the first to react, he clapped his palms, sat back in his original seat, and said a few wonderful words in his mouth. Li Muxue and Gu Pingguo reacted together.

After laying the groundwork for a long time, the black beggar was talking about the people on the mountain and the people coming down the mountain.

"You're right, no wonder my old man only praised this Xiao Changhe. Li Muxue smiled with relief, and the sword in her hand dissipated, turning into a little star.

"Tell me about it. The black beggar plucked out his ears and spoke in a normal tone.

"There are two reasons, one is that Xiao Changhe is indeed remarkable, and the other is that he has never set foot in the Chenghai Immortal, he is not the Sword Immortal. Li Muxue replied lightly with a smile.

The black beggar glanced at the girl in the yellow dress under the moon, and then said, "You are a little better than your father, but unfortunately you are still a fool." ”

"What do you mean?" Li Muxue narrowed her eyes, and the temper that had just dissipated returned.

The black beggar turned to the side and said word by word, "Literally, stupid." ”

A sword roar, followed by a sword light, the black beggar snorted coldly, and his hand plucked the strings casually, easily dissolving. He sighed and turned around again, "Having said so much, this Xiao Changhe is not a knife, but his heart." You may think he's stupid, but you know, in those days, he was the first person. ”

"The first person?" Zhao Minmin, who was on the mountain, was puzzled in her tone, but then after thinking about it, she understood, "Not an immortal, but like an immortal, this Xiao Changhe has a bit of a temper." ”

Shen Qingwen smiled bitterly, looked at this woman who had captivated the country and the city, and secretly sighed that Zhao Minmin was really smart, and she casually said a dragon's head, she could already think of the phoenix. It's really more popular than people, Shen Qingwen hates his father for not being smarter.

"Let's go. Zhao Minmin smiled at Shen Qingwen, and his smile was so beautiful that the stars lost their color.

Shen Qingwen blinked, "Where are you going?"

"Listen to the story of the Yellow Springs you said. Zhao Minmin got up, pulled Shen Qingwen, and walked to the depths of the hall, the hazy place. And in that hazy place, Xiao Changhe, who had reached the limit, looked at the broken knife in his hand without saying a word. Everything from many years ago is still vivid, and he has not forgotten it, does not dare to forget, and cannot forget. No one knew that Xiao Changhe, who had already cut off the sword immortal road, walked to the road of a half-immortal with his broken knife.

"The surname Ning, that sword, now that I look back, I feel terrible," the old man held the broken knife in his hand and laughed a few times into the haze, "So, I want to see what the scene of failure is like for you who have lived in a high place for a long time." ”