Luoyang City, winter has gone to spring in March.

An old man and a young man walked slowly in a small alley that was not spacious, and in front of him was an old Confucian with a bookcase on his back, with an old face, not tall, and even a little rickety when he looked closely.

At this moment, carrying a bookcase and walking in this alley, the old Confucian was still chattering, first reciting a few famous sentences that were widely circulated by Confucian sages, and then saying a few exquisite poems that he saw on a certain manuscript.

Reading and reading, in the end, the old Confucian just sighed, looked up, and didn't know where to look, but no matter where he looked, he couldn't cross the two high walls when he thought about it, and he could only limit himself to what was in front of him.

The young man who followed behind the old Confucian was slender, dressed in a moon-white robe, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist on one side, and a sheathed long sword hanging on the other side that he knew at a glance that it was not a mortal thing.

Using the words mountains and rivers as the name of the sword is enough to prove that this sword is extraordinary, not to mention that the young man who hangs this sword also has the words mountains and rivers in his name.

Walking in the alley, this young man did not hide his sword qi at all, so wherever he went, he must be full of sword qi.

Regarding this, the old Confucian in front of him had already informed him and persuaded him, but the young man did not care and never paid attention to it.

The old Confucian is not the kind of pedantic scholar who has to say one thing over and over again, after saying it once, the young man does not stop, he will stop talking nonsense, and let the young man go.

After traveling with this young man for more than two years, he has traveled through several countries in Yanling, and Dayu and Liangxi have also roughly walked a little, and the old Confucian has witnessed how this young man went from the Qingsi Realm to the Taiqing Realm, and he also watched this young man's sword intent become more and more pure, and his sword aura became more and more powerful.

If he is asked to compete with Ye Shengge two years ago at this time, it is still difficult to say whether he will win or lose, but he has at least a seven-point chance of winning.

However, the current Ye Shengge is not the Ye Shengge of two years ago, and if it meets again, the odds are not easy to say.

Among the mountains and rivers, Ye Shengge, the Taoist species, is still a figure that many brilliant young people regard as a mountain, others want to cross this mountain, but this young man just wants to cut this mountain with a sword.

His sword path is just a sword cut away if there is only some obstacle in the way ahead.

This kind of sword dao coincides with the sword immortal Liu Xiang six thousand years ago, but the two of them are six thousand years apart, and the relationship is not too big.

After walking a few steps, the young man suddenly stopped, glanced at the transformed mansion not far in front of him, and then looked down at a stone wall in the alley.

There are several sword marks of different shades on it.

He chuckled softly: "He has used his sword, and right here, he should still be fighting against a monk from the Taiqing Realm, and in the end he won, but it will definitely not be easy to win." ”

The old Confucian whose realm had never been known to outsiders also stopped, turned his head to look at the sword marks of different shades on the wall, and nodded thoughtfully, " The sword intent has arrived here, has entered the door, and then go forward, even if it is difficult, but after all, it is on the right path, Xu Lin valued him back then, and did not hesitate to go out of the sword for him, it is not bad, this young man seems to have a lot worse qualifications than you, but in fact, it is this kind of middle and upper qualification, but it is just right, the talent is too high as that Bai Zhihan, but he almost climbed into the sea in a few decades, and finally failed to achieve the realm of sword immortals. ”

"Let's talk about Xu Lin and Chao Qingqiu, Xu Lian's qualifications on the bright side were much higher than Chao Qingqiu's, but in the end, he was still not as good as Chao Qingqiu, Chao Qingqiu once entered the sword immortal, he was the most lethal person in this mountain and river, whether it was a saint of the three sects or a demon giant, when he met him, it was also a matter of a sword. ”

"Wu Shanhe, there is only Li Fuyao in your generation, if the two of you can become the sword immortal of the Canghai Realm in the future, the old man will also feel that he will climb that peak before you. ”

As the youngest disciple of Jianshan in Jianshan, after Wu Shanhe went down the mountain, he also experienced many battles of life and death, no matter who the opponent was, or whether the cultivation was high or low, he would definitely do his best, he Wu Shanhe thought simply, and there was only one sentence to revitalize Jianshan.

As for how to revitalize, in the final analysis, you have to set foot in the sea first and become another sword immortal in the mountains and rivers.

Now that the old Confucian said that the sword immortals would be in the future, Wu Shanhe said without admitting defeat: "Even if Fuyao has the hope of landing on the Canghai, I, Wu Shanhe, will not be half a point slower than him!"

The old Confucian laughed in a low voice: "Since you have the words mountains and rivers in your name, it can be seen that some people have deep expectations for you, in the final analysis, without the two words, maybe among the two of you, your possibility of becoming a sword immortal is far higher than Li Fuyao." ”

He stared at this young man who had traveled with him for two years, experienced many wars, and had already changed his temperament, and was silent for a while, and the withering situation of 6,000 years was actually unrealistic to rely on one or two people to turn the tide and continue to be brilliant.

At first, he bowed his head, then bent down again, and finally sat on the ground Wu Shanhe, who stroked these sword marks, and sighed softly: " I know why the old ancestor treats him better than me, I am a disciple of Jianshan, and the heavy responsibility of Jianshan will depend on me in the future, but he is not, just like these secular people say that the poor son and the rich daughter, he is just a guy who has not even climbed the sword mountain, although there are Chen Sheng's uncles to accept apprentices, and the three uncles at the foot of the sword mountain are carefully taught, but after all, he is not a disciple of Jianshan, so the old ancestor hopes that he will live a free and easy life, and is unwilling to put the burden on him, so he has a lot of love. ”

After standing up, Wu Shanhe smiled and said, "Since the ancestor values me so much, I should do what he wishes and move forward with a heavy load." ”

The old Confucian didn't say much, just untied the bookbox behind him, flipped through the small for a long time, found a porcelain bowl that didn't look like anything special, and handed it to Wu Shanhe, Wu Shanhe silently untied the wine gourd on his waist, poured a bowl for the old Confucian Sheng, the two sat against the wall in the alley, Wu Shanhe raised his head and drank the wine in the wine gourd, and the old Confucian thought of Xu Lin with the wine, this old ancestor of Jianshan was already an ancient man, which he knew when the news of his sword for Li Fu reached his ears, he just didn't tell Wu Shanhe.

As one of the few friends in the life of the old Confucian student, this old ancestor of Jianshan, in his opinion, really does not look like an old friend who can talk freely for a few days and nights, but he absolutely believes in one thing, no matter who wants to kill himself in front of him, he will be firmly hit by Xu Lone's sword.

It doesn't matter if that person is a saint of the three religions, or a demon and a demon, it's nothing more than that.

Is this kind of friend worth his deep friendship?

He once wrote a eulogy for his apprentice Xi Chunan, but he never wrote one for Xu Lian, because even he didn't want to believe that Xu Lin had really dissipated in heaven and earth.

There are two kinds of people in the world who have no afterlife.

The first is the ordinary people who were killed by the monks, and the second is the mountain monks like Xu Lin who do not want to have an afterlife.

The ordinary people who were killed by the monks, if other people have the heart, there are still some ways to find the scattered souls, and when the time comes, it is not without a chance to pay some price, but the second type, since they have made up their minds and do not want to have an afterlife, after death, they will naturally scatter their souls all over the world, even if they want to find it, they can't find it.

After drinking the bowl of wine, the old Confucian put away the wine bowl and asked casually: "Wushan River, you have almost already walked through these places in the mountains and rivers, and then you are going to the demon land?"

Wu Shanhe shook his head and laughed softly: "Don't go to get together, I'm going to go to the Western Buddha Land to have a look." ”

Old Confucian thought for a while, and finally nodded, "Since this is the case, then let's separate, with your cultivation of Taiqing Realm, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to die." ”

Wu Shanhe stood up, patted the wine gourd on his waist, and said with a smile: "Then where are you going?"

Old Confucian looked natural, "Naturally, I went to the demon land to find Chao Qingqiu and told him how much strength I have contributed to the swordsman's lineage." ”

Wu Shanhe laughed, and finally said: "If I meet him, he happens to be in danger, and I will trouble the old gentleman to make a move, as for the favor, it will be recorded on my head." ”

The old Confucian was surprised and said, "What, deep feelings?"

Wu Shanhe said calmly: "In the end, he also wants to call me senior brother." ”

The old Confucian said angrily: "Then you bastard boy doesn't know how to go by yourself?"

Wu Shanhe looked natural, "When I enter the demon land, I must use my sword to behead the demon cultivator who is at least in the realm of climbing the building, it is too early." ”

The old Confucian didn't say much, just shook his head, he hadn't seen a few swordsmen in the world, anyway, he wasn't afraid to say the big words early, it was just such a Wu Shanhe.

The two parted, the old Confucian carried the bookcase to the north, while Wu Shanhe just stood in place, smiling at this scholar who had been with him for two years and was on the side to protect his safety during every war.

After thinking about it, Wu Shanhe solemnly saluted him.

Whether the old Confucian is for the affection with the old ancestor, or whether he is blind to him, at least he really helped him, this friendship, Wu Shanhe has no reason not to write it down.

The old Confucian did not look back from beginning to end, he did not tell Wu Shanhe that there was a swordsman in this Luoyang City, and the realm was not much higher than that of Luoyang, nor did he go to see him in person.

There were some things that he didn't feel necessary.

The old Confucian also believed that even if he told Wu Shanhe, the latter would definitely reject him with four unnecessary words.

In that case, why bother.

After saluting, Wu Shanhe moved forward with his sword, and soon disappeared.

The old Confucian carried the bookcase on his back and headed out of the city.

It's just that when he was about to approach the city gate, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look, and there was a sword aura in the direction of the Star Picking Tower.

The old Confucian suddenly realized, "Yes, since you Wu Shanhe came to Luoyang City, how can you not see him? Since you see him, you must hand out a sword to be satisfied, but Li Changgu, a guy who is a full hundred years older than you, will be able to look up to your sword?"

"It turns out that this battle is your first battle of life and death in the true sense of the word. ”

"No wonder you want to come to Luoyang City, it turns out that you have known it for a long time. ”

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The scholar on the high platform of the Star-Picking Tower stood up and lifted the bitter sword beside him, for the first time in his life he had watched a swordsman sword against him.

Although there is no killing intent, that sword aura is not fake at all.

Li Changgu looked at the young man who had a sword hanging from his waist and climbed the stairs step by step, and for the first time he had the idea of going downstairs.