There may be a lot of people who don't have it in the book.

But if they are not in this book, they can be in other books.

Everyone is the protagonist of some story.

The man in white looked at the continuous spring rain and felt a little sleepy.

It is said that summer is hypnotic, but the same is true of spring sleepiness.

The man in white endured some sleepiness and said, "Both of them will be amazing." ”

Chao Qingqiu asked, "Both of them are in that book?"

"There was only one person. ”

The man in white looked at Chao Qingqiu and said with some meaning: "But many people, outside the book, are influencing the people inside the book. ”

Or maybe he was supposed to be in the book, but he was deliberately ignored. ”

Chao Qingqiu listened to these words and felt that it was very interesting, so he didn't speak for a while.

There are few people in this world who can talk to him so leisurely in the past, and they may not be found again in the future, but at this moment, it is just right.

Chao Qingqiu asked, "You are the one who wrote in thick ink and color in a certain book?"

The man in white didn't speak, about this question, he had thought about it before, everyone is his own protagonist, and naturally everyone is the one who is colorful.

Neither of them spoke anymore, just quietly watched the rain scene.

Because Broken Leaf City is in the north of Yanling, in fact, there is a big gap between the scenery and the Gyeongju Mansion, if you stay in Gyeongju Mansion for a short time, you may not be able to get used to it when you come to Broken Leaf City.

The man in white frowned, then pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

There was a faint sound of a sword in the scabbard.

Of course, the same is true of the ancient road of Chaoqingqiu.

Wine can be less than a thousand cups when a confidant meets, and the same is true when a sword meets a confidant.

Two swords, and two people, can become enemies, and of course, they can also become confidants.

"I heard that in an era, after all, there can only be one person standing at the highest place of the mountain, so six thousand years ago, there was a situation where Liu Xiang and one person suppressed the rest of the sword immortals in the world, and six thousand years later, there was you. ”

This is the man in white speaking.

He looked at Chao Qingqiu, looked at this invincible sword immortal in the world, and then sighed.

Chao Qingqiu looked at him with a smile on his face, "I'm tired of the world, because I've seen all the scenery and done all the things I want to do, but if there are a few more of you, maybe I'll be willing to stay." ”

Chao Qingqiu was tired of the world, so he thought about leaving this world.

The reason for everything has to do with the fact that he has seen everything.

Maybe it's because it's too lonely.

The words "The height is unbearable", in this world, only Chao Qingqiu is qualified to say it.

"I might be able to mess with you. ”

The man in white pressed the sword and said with a smile, "After I started to practice the sword seriously, I also felt a little bored. ”

Chao Qingqiu thought about it and felt that it was a little interesting, but in the end he refused: "You are not the person on this book, just watch it carefully." ”

The man in white thought about it and said thoughtfully, "It's okay." ”

"But I also want to know whose Sword Mountain it is. ”

"As I said, this is their sword mountain. ”

"When did you say that?"

......

......

"That's your sword mountain, senior brother. ”

Li Fuyao didn't walk out of the palace with the red lantern, but just walked on a palace road, his boots stepping on the stagnant water, making some noises.

It's getting dark.

There was some light in the lantern.

Li Fuyao didn't use his sword qi to disperse the rain, but the lantern seemed to be unaffected, and it was always bright.

Li Fuyao stopped and looked at the Wushan River not far away.

At this time, he should have talked to the new emperor in that palace about things and finalized those details.

It wasn't supposed to be here.

Wu Shanhe looked at the lantern in Li Fuyao's hand, and said with some nostalgia: "The ancestor didn't have anything good except for the sword, but just such a lantern was given to you, he was too good to you, so good that I think senior brother is a little too much." ”

The red lantern was given to him by the ancestor Xu Lin on the night when Li Fuyao did not go to the top of Sword Mountain.

At that time, in fact, the old ancestor already knew that Li Fuyao was Chen Sheng's disciple.

Even if Xie Lu didn't have those thoughts and let Li Fuyao go to the top of the mountain before dark, he would have some other excuses to make Li Fuyao unable to become a disciple of Sword Mountain.

There is no doubt that the ancestor Xu Lin has always loved Li Fuyao, if he doesn't love him, how can he travel thousands of miles to make a sword for Li Fuyao?

But it was because of this love that the old ancestor was unwilling for Li Fuyao to climb the Sword Mountain and have the identity of a disciple of the Sword Mountain.

"I know that the old ancestor even wanted to give you that old thing. ”

Wu Shanhe looked at Li Fuyao and said calmly: "I don't know what the ancestors hope for you. ”

Li Fuyao didn't speak, just looked at Wu Shanhe quietly, the ancestor gave him a lot of things, but in the end, he still gave Wu Shanhe both Jianshan and responsibility.

What this means.

Li Fuyao probably knows.

He and this senior brother haven't seen each other for ten years, and after these ten years, Li Fuyao is already a figure known to most monks in the world, but Wu Shanhe is still unknown in the end.

But if Wu Shanhe became the head of the Sword Mountain after the Taiqing Realm, who wouldn't know him.

Li Fuyao looked at Wu Shanhe and said with a smile: "I said, this is your sword mountain, senior brother." ”

Wu Shanhe looked at him, was silent for a long time, and still shook his head.

Jianshan is his, he naturally won't let it, but now there are many people on Jianshan who want to be in charge, including many swordsmen who climb the building realm, although he is justified and a disciple of Jianshan, but in this critical period, he may not be able to regain control of Jianshan smoothly, his realm is really too low.

Su Ye, the head of the school palace, is the most learned reader in the world, and he is also the most profound reader, and the main beam of the Shenxie Mountain View of the Daomen is also the man with the biggest fist under the clouds.

But the future Sword Mountain Sect is a Taiqing Realm?

If this gets out, it's really interesting.

"This is our sword mountain, we have to watch him well. ”

This is Wu Shanhe's cognition.

It's something he has to do.

In this matter, Li Fuyao naturally needs to help him.

Li Fuyao didn't continue to delve into this matter, but just asked, "What does Senior Brother want me to do?"

If you want to become the head of the Sword Mountain, if you don't have absolute strength, then you can only make up for it by doing something else.

If you really want to talk about it, Wu Shanhe was already a swordsman of the Taiqing Realm in the year he was established, and the realm had naturally gone extremely fast, except for the Dao seed and his own junior brother, there was no one in this world whose cultivation speed was faster than him.

But even so, it still can't solve a real problem.

He's really a little weak.

"We need some help. ”

To become a master, you don't have to be a swordsman.

If you have the support of such people behind you, you can do it.

......

......

It was completely dark, and many lanterns were lit in the imperial city.

The raindrops falling on the glazed tiles of the palace make a nice sound.

"There are many kinds of kendo in the world, and there are many kinds of swordsmanship, you can follow the path of your predecessors, if you find it interesting, you can keep going, you don't have to care about anything, if one day, you find a new road, and you still think it is interesting, you can try to walk, maybe you won't lose anything......"

Wu Shanhe and Emperor Dayu Xindi have not yet fully negotiated, but Chao Fengchen has begun to pass the sword.

The old man and the emperor Xu Ya, as well as Pei Hou, sat cross-legged in the main hall, listening to these words, with different expressions.

Chao Fengchen realm is not the highest person in this world, but in the case that Chao Qingqiu is unwilling to spend time passing on the sword, he is the most knowledgeable kendo senior in this world.

Emperor Dayu Xindi followed Chao Fengchen to learn swords, and it would be very rewarding.

It's just that now the king of Dayu can't listen to it at all, and what he is thinking about now is the next thing about Yanling and Liangxi joining forces.

This concerns countless Lebanese people.

How to be able to take it lightly.

Chao Fengchen looked at Emperor Da Yuxin's tightly knit brows and closed his mouth.

Emperor Dayu didn't hear Chao Fengchen's voice, and soon knew that he seemed to have slighted this emperor who could force Xu Ya back with one sword, so he apologized: "Teacher, ......"

Chao Fengchen waved his hand to interrupt, "As a monarch, thinking for the people is supposed to be, just like my generation of swordsmen, I should go straight to ......"

Emperor Dayu Xindi was a little helpless, but he felt even more strange when he looked at the thoughtful looks of the three people around him.

All three were monks, and they all wielded swords.

There is a lot of natural touch.

Emperor Dayu Xindi has not yet set foot in that sword path, so naturally nothing can be born.

He is outside the mountain, how can he know the beauty of the scenery inside the mountain?

Chao Fengchen knew that Emperor Dayu didn't have this mind, so he stopped explaining about swordsmanship.

He looked at the lit candle.

The old man was a little sleepy, he had been trapped in the twilight realm for a long time, and he only wanted to set foot in the spring and autumn in this life, and there was no other thought.

Therefore, he was extremely attentive to what Chao Fengchen said, as long as it was about swordsmanship.

If it's not about kendo, it's natural that you don't care.

Emperor Dayu Xindi fidgeted and shouted anxiously: "Teacher." ”

There are many things in the sound.

If he came to talk about things in Chao Fengchen, he would naturally not be as entangled as Wu Shanhe and Li Fuyao, he would probably put a sword on the neck of Emperor Dayu Xindi, and then ask him if he wanted to stand with Jianshan.

It's not a good idea, but there doesn't seem to be any other way.

"Wait. ”

The sky is getting clearer.

The morning light reappeared.

Emperor Yu Xindi, who had not slept all night, was a little uncomfortable, he rubbed his eyes, and he was sleepy.

Xu Ya closed her eyes.

The old man had already fallen asleep.

Pei Hou was trying to think about what Chao Fengchen said.

Chao Fengchen looked at the hem of his clothes with interest.

A moment later, the door to the main hall was pushed open.

There was a squeaky sound.

There was a young man standing in the doorway.

Looking at the scene inside, his gaze finally stayed on the face of Emperor Da Yu.

Look at each other.

The young man looked at it and stood for a moment before he said, "I wrote a letter." ”