The old man didn't say it directly, but asked, "Boy, can you endure hardship?"

Yunluo's eyes darkened, and he hummed softly.

Old man Jiang asked again, "It's bitter?"

Yunluo raised his head, stared at Old Man Jiang, and nodded solemnly.

Old man Jiang waved his sleeves and sat down cross-legged.

"Thirty years ago, the Dalian Dynasty was dying of old age, and it was declining. My Sword Sect is in full swing, and that year's entry competition attracted many geniuses, among which the current Beiyuan God of War, at that time, the prince of Beiyuan, Xue Zheng, the Yinchuan Xun family, and the eldest son of the Beihai Wang family were the most popular. ”

Old man Jiang's voice echoed in this isolated small world, and his low tone told about the glory of the past, which sounded lonely and desolate.

"In the past, the entry of the Sword Sect was all about Jian Mountain, that year there was an unprecedented choice of eighty-one between the two, after the Council of Elders urgently deliberated, it was agreed that the two of them would test one after another, for the sake of fairness, the first to have the right to choose the mountain and the young man to go first, the later chosen Beiyuan prince Xue Zheng went first, Xue Zheng took six hours, stopped at the ninety-third step, and the young man in the back, it took two hours, and he reached the top!"

The slightly trembling voice showed the fluctuation in Old Man Jiang's heart at the moment, nostalgia, excitement, regret, who knows.

"That young man's name, you should have seen it on the name monument on the top of the mountain, his name is his!"

Old man Jiang bit out the name word by word: "Ling! Qing!"

Yunluo said secretly, sure enough, it was him, the name he had seen on the stone tablet.

He asked softly, "But why didn't Senior Brother Huo talk about him?"

Old Man Jiang looked at him, stared at him for a long time, and didn't answer him directly, "His talent is too good, in the five years of the Sword Sect, his strength has reached the elder level, and the sect master at that time intends to cultivate him as the next sect master, if he really accepts it, the Sword Sect may really prosper for another hundred years." However, at that time, the Dalian Dynasty collapsed, and the dragon and snake rose together, chasing the Central Plains, and the lives were devastated. ”

Yunluo vaguely guessed that choice.

There was a hint of tiredness in Old Man Jiang's voice, "I don't know how you answered in the Question Heart Bureau on Ask Sword Mountain. In front of the ancestral hall, he said to the elders that he did not want to be a god on this mountain, live forever, sit and watch the suffering of the common people, and was willing to save the people of the world in this life. ”

Old man Jiang was immersed in his thoughts, and he didn't notice the horror on Yunluo's face.

So, he carried a three-foot Qingfeng, a sword down the mountain, raised volunteers, rescued refugees, the world's heroes looked forward to the wind to vote, the soldiers pointed out, invincible, nine years, swept Liuhe, vertical and horizontal in the sky, the world was initially determined. ”

Speaking of this paragraph, Yunluo could hear the agitation and enthusiasm in Old Man Jiang's heart, but he wondered in his heart, if so, where did this Daduan Dynasty come from.

The voice gradually deepened, as if the hero was at the end of the road, depressed and sad, "How did he suddenly die before he settled in the world, and the cause of death is unknown." ”

"Huh?" Yunluo couldn't suppress the shock in his heart anymore.

Old man Jiang was immersed in his memories and didn't pay attention to Yun Luo, "At that time, his brother-in-law was also his deputy, Yang Hao took the opportunity to take over all the forces, and many forces loyal to Ling Qingyun were not convinced, among them, naturally including our Xiling Sword Sect." ”

Speaking of which, there is no need to say much about the ending, it is nothing more than those old-fashioned and cruel side fights, and the history books are nothing more than Emperor Yongding eliminating all difficulties, suppressing villains, setting the world, and achieving a prosperous era, just as he saw before the clouds fell, he suddenly remembered a sentence that he didn't know which miscellaneous book he saw.

History is just a girl who can be smeared and dressed up at will.

In Old Man Jiang's next words, Yunluo learned about the various suppressions suffered by the Sword Sect, and asked why the Sword Mountain was sealed, etc., which can be regarded as a clearer understanding of the past and present life of the Sword Sect.

"As a last resort, within the Sword Sect, all traces of him no longer exist. ”

Old man Jiang said slowly as he walked to the window.

Looking from behind, Yunluo found that the old man's upright back seemed to be a little rickety.

It's just an instant, the scene just now is like an illusion, the old man waved his hand to remove the small world, and his eyes returned to sharpness, "Ancestor Jing taught you the nine turns of sword qi?"

Yunluo said: "There is another sword style sixteen. ”

Old man Jiang looked stunned, and then sighed: "Then you deserve to suffer this great crime." ”

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Huo Beizhen, who had quietly broken into the Six Realms, had not had time to enjoy the joy of breaking the mirror, and was assigned a new task by his master Chen Qingfeng.

There were three huts on the side of the cliff behind the Sword Pavilion, and he needed to carry the bloodied Yunluo from the far left room to the center room from time to time every day, put it into the medicinal soup that had been prepared for a long time, and then clean it up and prepare new clothes.

Then when Yunluo woke up, he fed him the elixir, breathed a little, and then walked into the hut again with him who was staggering.

Old man Jiang looked at the swaying clouds that walked, and sneered: "Great genius, why don't you forget it?"

Yunluo didn't answer, tremblingly took the wooden sword from the wall, and slowly set up his posture.

The reason why he used the wooden sword was not because he was afraid of hurting the old man, but because he was afraid of hurting himself.

Huo Beizhen was standing at the door, this was what Chen Qingfeng and Old Man Jiang jointly asked Yun Luo, although Yun Luo never felt that there was anything wrong with his bystanders, but he also solemnly agreed.

Old man Jiang snorted contemptuously, "It's been so long, you can't even swing your starting hand well, what kind of genius do you call it, what kind of sword do you practice?"

Yunluo's breathing gradually stabilized, his eyes were sharp, and the sword intent in his body became more and more condensed.

Old man Jiang picked up a peach branch casually, "Come!"

Before the words fell, Yunluo's figure had rushed out like lightning, and the wooden sword in his hand stabbed straight into the chest of the old man Jiang, the old man Jiang gently flicked the peach branch in his hand towards his sword body, and the sword body was swung away by a force, Yunluo's body twisted, and the top of the wooden sword suddenly bloomed a little light, but the small light was like a big sun volley, shining in the world.

Old man Jiang twisted the peach branch, flattened it on Yunluo's shoulder, the light disappeared, and Yunluo's figure flew out upside down, lying on the ground, his shoulders were high and low, but he still held the wooden sword in his hand.

"Come again!"

Yunluo struggled to get up, broke his shoulder bone, and a soft sound made him frown, but this pain was nothing to him these days, holding the wooden sword upside down, and rushed towards Old Man Jiang again.

After repeating this, Yunluo collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, his nose was almost out of breath, his ribs were broken, his right arm was broken, and what was more difficult than the physical pain was that the monstrous sword intent in the depths of his soul was beating repeatedly all the time, and he bit his lip to maintain a trace of sanity.

Old man Jiang leaned down and asked with a smile: "Forget it, you will never be able to beat me, after ten days of trying, you can't even touch the corner of my clothes." ”

Yunluo's eyes were already covered in blood, and he seemed to struggle to get up, but finally fainted weakly.

Huo Bei was really about to enter the house to carry people, but found that Old Man Jiang had a strange expression, only to see him look down, Yunluo made a sword with two fingers in his left hand, and stabbed it on Old Man Jiang's instep.

Old man Jiang suddenly let out a burst of happy laughter, looking at Yunluo in a coma, he also put his fingers together, connected a few big holes on Yunluo's body, and said with a smile: "It should be rewarded!"

Waving his hand to let Huo Beizhen walk in, he carried Yun Luo away, and when he left, Old Man Jiang said seemingly casually: "Don't waste this big opportunity." ”

Huo Beizhen was stunned when he heard this, turned around and bowed deeply to Old Man Jiang, and went to the next door with Yunluo on his back.

Chen Qingfeng quietly appeared behind Old Man Jiang and saluted him respectfully, "Thank you, Uncle Shi, Bei Zhen was able to observe Ancestor Jing's sword style this time, and the benefits to him are immeasurable." ”

Old man Jiang glanced at him, "You don't even know who to thank?"

Chen Qingfeng hurriedly confessed, said something that he naturally knew, and then frowned slightly: "Uncle Shi, will you practice too hard?"

Old man Jiang let out a cold snort in his nose, "If it is to your realm, give him more than ten years, it is estimated that it will be natural." Then he sighed, "If you can survive the past, the scenery is infinite, and if you can't survive it, there will be endless troubles." ”

Chen Qingfeng was so ridiculed and had no temper, and asked honestly: "Then if you can get through it, you will accept him, or?"

Old man Jiang was silent for a while, "You arrange it according to your original plan, I will only teach him to learn swords." Sighing, he rubbed a jade pendant, "It's enough for me to have one of his apprentices in this life." ”

Chen Qingfeng explained: "Actually, this kid is really good, and his heart, will, and morality are quite like the style of Senior Brother Ling. ”

Old man Jiang glanced at him again, "Each has its own fate, and it is not anyone's stand-in." ”

Chen Qingfeng's expression was humble, "Qingfeng has no such intentions, Uncle Mingjian." ”

Seeing that Old Man Jiang didn't seem to be angry, Chen Qingfeng said helplessly: "I want to find it, but where can such a genius be found, otherwise the Sword Sect wouldn't be so difficult." ”

Old man Jiang waved his hand, "Get out, you still don't worry about Lao Tzu's shot?" If it weren't for the hard work you put into it every day, I would have wanted to reward you with a sword." ”

Chen Qingfeng smiled, confessed and left.

So, in the next half month, Yunluo suffered a greater sin, and his soul was tempered by the sword intent, and one refining was three days, and then he was finally able to breathe for a day, tempering his body and enduring the pain of eroding his bones and heart.

When I was rarely awake, I also sat in the hut, silently looking through the window at the murmuring of the stream under the cliff outside, and the falling flowers were colorful.

One day, Pei Zhen, who was difficult to get out, found Fan Liyang and wanted to come to see Yunluo, and after asking Chen Qingfeng, Fan Liyang took Pei Zhen to the hut at the gate of the Sword Pavilion.

When Pei Zhen looked at the bloody clouds and made sure that he was practicing swords instead of being tortured, he ran away with a rolling belt, for fear of being pulled together by that strange old man.

Looking at the moon in March, the bright moon was in the sky, and Yunluo, who was covered in injuries, sat quietly in front of the window, and suddenly remembered the liquor brought by Pei Zhen in the inn in Dayi Town that night, and turned his head to look at Huo Beizhen and said, "Senior Brother Huo, do you have any wine?"

Huo Beizhen brought a jar of wine and a bowl from the next room, and gently placed it next to Yunluo, Yunluo said, "Thank you." ”

Huo Beizhen shook his head, "I should thank you." He turned and walked out, leaving this place for the young man who was full of thoughts.

Yunluo picked up the wine bowl and looked at the bright moon swaying in the bowl in the moonlight, Suihe, are you okay?

I remember that you used to like to look at the moon outside from such a small window, did you say that the moon tonight is still the one you have seen before?

The book says that within a thousand miles, you will see a bright moon together, but when you are sent away that day, will you go thousands of miles away, and will you still look at the same moon with me?

In the west, which is further west than Shu, there is a huge mountain on the huge plateau, and at the top of the mountain, the snowflakes flutter in all seasons, and the cold wind is as cold as a knife. A young girl dressed in sackcloth, standing barefoot in the snow, looking at the moon above her head, Brother Luo, are you okay?

In a mansion in Jincheng, Cen Wuxin was bathed in the moonlight, sitting with his eyes closed, and the vitality of heaven and earth quietly seeped into his dantian, wandering in his body, waiting for the day when his jade skin would light up. A man in black sat quietly aside, letting the breeze flip the book in front of him for him.

In the hut at the spiritual vein, two men and two women closed their eyes and meditated, wisps of thick vitality were visibly absorbed into the body with the naked eye, and jade light appeared on their bodies, and they had all entered the realm of refining the body.

Liu Fuqiu had just left Bai Qingyue, dressed in moonlight, walking on the mountain road of the Sword Sect, pondering in his heart what his uncle had just explained.

Dong Shen and Yu Heng were at the reception of the mountain gate, and they had just finished meeting with the housekeeper of the family again, and after searching for the little girl, they got some depressing news, and remembered the one from the Dai family, so they quietly walked over there.

Qingxi Sword Pool, a young man sat quietly on the high ground next to the Sword Washing Pool, looking at the news that made his glory dim on a note in his hand, his face was hideous.

Under the bright moon, friends and enemies are acting separately, the mountain stream has never stopped for anyone, time will not be slowed down by anyone, and tomorrow's suffering will not be interrupted by anyone, the clouds fall and suffocate the wine in the moon, and the wine bowl falls down the mountain stream, "He N!"

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Old Man Jiang's mouth.