The night in Sword Mountain is no different from elsewhere, but tonight is different.

Because Li Fuyao came.

Wu Shanhe saw his junior brother, and this matter spread throughout the entire Sword Mountain.

For the disciples of Jianshan, although Wu Shanhe is the head of the Sword Mountain Sect, in the minds of the disciples, the status of this Sword Mountain Master Sect is actually not as good as Li Fuyao.

Wu Shanhe became the head of the Sword Mountain, in fact, in the eyes of many people, in addition to his identity is indeed very good, it also has something to do with his identity, and even with his grandfather Sheng Jing, but because of this, he is a little worse in the minds of his disciples, and what Li Fuyao has done over the years is not relying on his elders at all, he has no special identity, he only relies on his own sword, whether it is in the demon land, or in some other place, although because of Qinghuai's matter, many swordsmen are a little shameless, but there are many people who respect and admire him.

In the night, there are countless lights on Sword Mountain, and the brightest is in front of the Sword Immortal Hall, many people are there, waiting for Li Fuyao to come out of it, many people have heard his name, but they have not seen him, many people want to meet him, so many people are waiting for him.

This scene is not common in the mountains.

Wu Shanhe stood in the corner of the Sword Immortal Hall, looking at this scene, I don't know what he was thinking, standing next to him was Yan Le, who had become one of Wu Shanhe's few friends on the mountain after returning from the Foggy Mountain.

Although Yan Le's prestige on the mountain is not as good as that of those elders with high seniority, it is not low.

Looking at this scene at this moment, Yanle sighed a little: "This is the human heart." ”

The word human heart cannot be said or understood.

Wu Shanhe didn't want to say anything, but after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "He is my junior brother, he has no ideas, and people's hearts are on his side, so it is useless." ”

Yan Le pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, then let go, and then said slowly: "I heard a story, saying that in a certain year in the world, there was a small country whose monarch was very young, and the whole country was a little turbulent, especially that monarch was too small, so that many people had some ideas, among which there was a general who was very loyal and had absolutely no rebellion, but his subordinates didn't think so, so one day when he led the troops to the battle, his subordinates put a dragon robe on his body. ”

After that, he sat down on the dragon chair as a matter of course. ”

Yan Le looked at the Sword Immortal Hall, and the look on his face was very weird, "So people's hearts are still useful." ”

"Besides, you've had other thoughts about him. ”

Yanle is talking about the time when he was in Wushan before, when he was in Wushan, whether it was intentional or not, but Wu Shanhe made a not very good decision, which Yanle naturally knew as a first-hand witness.

It's just that he wants to go to Wushan to gamble, after all, he was Bai Weng's disciple before, if he didn't gamble, he wouldn't be able to gain a foothold on Sword Mountain, but Li Fuyao was different, he was Wu Shanhe's junior brother, so he wouldn't be so dangerous.

"I don't think he's going to have a gap with me. Wu Shanhe looked at the light in the night and said, "He doesn't have so many ideas. ”

Yan Le said: "You have a lot of gaps, before in Sword Mountain, what the old man did, and then in Wushan, even if there are none of these, then what about before." ”

"Xu Zhangjiao handed over the Sword Mountain to you and didn't give it to him, doesn't he feel sad?"

Every word is heart-wrenching.

But Yanle's mood was still quite flat, and he wasn't too excited.

Wu Shanhe's moon-white sword shirt was full of starlight, which was very comfortable to look at, but this Sword Mountain Sect Leader did not stay under the starlight for a moment.

When Yanle asked the last question, he left the place.

Yanle can't say anything about sowing discord, so Wu Shanhe won't feel that there is anything wrong, but his words are too straightforward and very hurtful.

Of course, these words are more like a sharp sword, stabbed in someone's chest.

Yan Le watched Wu Shanhe leave, did not speak, and then walked towards the Sword Immortal Hall, and pushed open the door in front of everyone, revealing the empty hall inside.

"He's not here. ”

He turned his head and said to the disciples who were waiting here.

......

......

Li Fuyao is indeed not here, he is walking on another mountain road with a lantern at the moment, there is starlight in the sky, shining on the bluestone, it is not difficult to see, and it is even more so for a monk in the twilight realm like Li Fuyao, but he still has a lantern.

It's just to carry a lantern.

Many years ago, when he climbed this mountain for the first time, but he was not able to enter this mountain, the old ancestor Xu Lin gave him a lantern at the Sword Immortal Hall, when he left the Sword Mountain with a lantern, he was actually very aggrieved, but at that time, he continued to comfort himself.

Later, his realm became higher and higher, and he encountered more and more dangers, and many times he felt that he couldn't get through it, so he thought about this lantern and that night.

Now that I am carrying a lantern and revisiting the old place, I naturally feel a lot of emotion.

He knew that those disciples were waiting for him, but he didn't want to meet them, now he just wanted to go and see the new junior disciple of Master Chen Sheng.

That's why we have this scene today.

On the side of the bamboo building, because of Zhao Dabao's special identity, a new bamboo building has been arranged for him on the mountain, this bamboo building is in the stream near the mountain, the scenery is good, and it is the best residence except for a few swordsmen who climb the building.

Zhao Dabao, who was originally arranged in such a place, actually felt that it was really not good, but after asking Master Chen Sheng, Chen Sheng said something similar to who has the biggest fist in this year.

At that time, Zhao Dabao still asked Chen Sheng seriously, Master, you said that your fist is very reasonable, but your fist is not big.

Chen Sheng is a swordsman in the Spring and Autumn Realm, and the realm is considered wonderful, but on the mountain, he is still not as good as a swordsman like Zhou Qing Xu Yan, Chen Sheng didn't talk nonsense with him at that time, just slapped Zhao Dabao's head, pointed to his face, and said almost scoundrelly: "Master, my fist is not big, but Master, my seniority is high, who dares to say a few more words in front of me?"

Chen Sheng's realm may only be ranked in the top four on the mountain, and it must be that four.

But his seniority is real, the uncle of the Sword Mountain Sect, and the Chen Palm Sect who is in charge of the mountain law, which is not comparable to ordinary people.

Anyway, in the end, Zhao Dabao stayed.

It's just that Chen Sheng doesn't come here often, and Zhao Dabao doesn't often live here, because after Meng Jin went up the mountain, he often went to Meng Jin's residence to learn swords.

With the personal teaching of a great swordsman like Meng Jin, Zhao Dabao's realm has improved rapidly, and among the younger generation, the last to come first.

Soon the fame grew.

Li Fuyao walked slowly all the way, came to the front of the bamboo building, just watched the lights in the bamboo building swaying, and swept out of the window at a little point, standing outside the window, just to see the scene in the bamboo building.

There was only a young man sitting on the ground in the bamboo building, looking at the scroll of the sword scripture in front of him, racking his brains and frowning sadly.

If nothing else, this is Zhao Dabao.

Li Fuyao remembered the old sword cultivator he met in Xiaoyuan City before, after a battle in the clouds, he was in a hurry to leave, and he didn't care about the life and death of the old sword cultivator, now that he thinks about it, there is something wrong, but it stands to reason that the saints should not do anything for such an old sword cultivator whose realm is not too high.

Gathering his mind, Li Fuyao stood outside the window and watched for almost half an hour, not blocking the qi, but it seemed that Zhao Dabao's entire mind was on the sword scripture, and he didn't notice the arrival of this senior brother.

Half an hour later, Li Fuyao returned to the stream, and somehow, he remembered the letter Ye Shengge had sent her back before.

It's just that before his thoughts dissipated, a figure appeared in the distance.

A sloppy middle-aged man walked out of the forest, he had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, but there was no smell of alcohol on his body, but his beard had not been shaved for a long time, and he looked very sloppy.

Such a person, no matter where he is, will not attract attention.

But after Li Fuyao saw him, he still saluted him seriously.

Because this person is none other than his master, Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng looked at the lantern in his hand and said casually: "It's not good to keep thinking about the past, people should always look ahead, maybe they will see hope." ”

After saying this, Chen Sheng said to himself again: "This is really sour." ”

Li Fuyao smiled, and he understood his master's temperament.

"Zhao Dabao, Master doesn't care?"

Chen Sheng looked at the night and said slowly: "He has someone watching, it's not my turn, even if I want to take care of it, I can't do it now." ”

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "When the ancestor comes back, could it be that he has other plans?"

In the face of others, maybe Li Fuyao wants to hide, but in the face of Chen Sheng, he can be outspoken, even if Meng Jin is still Chen Sheng's ancestor.

Hearing this, the corners of Chen Sheng's mouth curled, "I think of him as an old person, because he only thinks about how to become a sword immortal, and other ideas, I'm afraid I can't give birth." ”

The stars are in the sky, but the stars are on the ground.

When a person grows old, what he asks for becomes very little.

"I don't think he just wants to become a sword immortal, if that's the case, why didn't he come out at the beginning, there was a sword immortal at that time, and it would definitely help him. ”

Li Fuyao looked at Chen Sheng and said.

Chen Sheng ignored what Li Fuyao said, even if Li Fuyao didn't have an honorific for Meng Jin at this time, Chen Sheng didn't care.

He thought for a moment, then said, "Then what else is he for?"

The swordsmen on the mountain didn't have much thought about the old master sect returning to the mountain, but whether it was Chen Sheng, Li Fuyao, or Wu Shanhe, they all knew that things were not simple.

"Now that Zhou Qing and Xu Yan are not on the mountain, maybe there will be results in a few days. ”

Chen Sheng looked at Li Fuyao and also looked at Xingguang and said.

"Where's Mr. Chao?"

"He went somewhere good. ”

"Huh?"

"He went to Lingshan. ”