Not far from Xiaoyuan City, there is a village called Shanshui Village.

This village is close to Xiaoyuan City, and the farmers in the village make a living by supplying fresh vegetables to Xiaoyuan City, but there is nothing else, Shanshui Village is not far from Xiaoyuan City, and you can vaguely see the outline of Xiaoyuan City when you stand at the head of the village.

Tonight, the snow in Xiaoyuan City is falling, but outside Xiaoyuan City, everything is as usual, there is nothing abnormal, looking up in the Shanshui Village, and even looking at the sky is still hanging some stars, doesn't this mean that tomorrow is another sunny day? It's just that now the night is deep, even those old people who occasionally get up at night are just confused, who has the leisure to raise their heads to see this night.

In a small yellow mud courtyard at the head of the village, the lights are not stopped, and the couple in the house are soaking the vegetables picked from the field in the middle of the night in water, which soaks the vegetables, in addition to keeping them fresh, the other layer is to increase the weight, the common people under this world, some of them are honest, but some of the people are not necessarily like this, what conscience, what nature, in front of the silver that can be seen in this eye, it is very worthless.

The middle-aged man who stretched out his hand to take out the vegetables in the water and shook it casually turned his head to look at his mother-in-law, and said with some scolding: "I said that this kind of dish has no prospects, and besides, I can't let Lao Tzu sleep well in the middle of the night, at most, at most, when that kid is admitted, whoever does this again is a dog!"

The woman who knew that she didn't talk much when she looked at it didn't know that this was the first time she had heard her man say these words, so she naturally didn't care at all, but when she heard her man mention her own kid, she hesitated for a while, and said with some excitement: " Mr. Private School said, Gu'er's brain is bright, this time eighty percent is going to be successful, and when he does, we will also move to the city in the future, and then we will go to get a small shop, and the days will be different, even if Gu'er can't be an official in the future, but being a teacher, there must be no problem, and we don't have to be so hard. ”

As she spoke, the woman's face was full of happiness.

But soon the middle-aged man said with some annoyance: "When that kid is admitted, what kind of shop do you need to make, Lao Tzu didn't raise that kid for a day or two! It's time for him to be filial." ”

The woman said softly: "We can't cause too much trouble to the children, and if we enter the city, we will live a good life." ”

The man retorted, "What kind of good day is this?"

"Why doesn't it count?"

The woman's eyes widened, as if she couldn't figure out why this wasn't a good day.

The man was a little irritable, and seemed to be very reluctant to talk to his mother-in-law, but while he was working, he said a lot of gossip, and those voices came out of the house, but the sound was not loud, and not many people could hear it.

But the two people sitting on the roof could naturally hear clearly.

The two people on the roof, one of them looked like a teenager, looking at the book in his hand in the moonlight, and when he heard his father and mother talking, he smiled slightly at the middle-aged man next to him dressed as an ordinary reader.

The middle-aged man sat on the roof, his eyes fell on the night sky, he looked at the sky above Xiaoyuan City in the distance, calm and speechless.

Before the boy read the book for a while, he asked a lot of questions, and the middle-aged man answered them one by one without any difficulty.

After closing the book, the young man looked at the middle-aged man and said sincerely, "Mr. Zhang, your knowledge is really higher than those gentlemen in the city. ”

The middle-aged man who was called Mr. Zhang did not speak, and the compliments he had heard in the past often compared him with those saints who had already been famous for a hundred years, and it was rare for such a young man to open his mouth to compare him with those teaching gentlemen in Xiaoyuan City.

He thought it was a little new, but it was nothing more.

A person like him would definitely not do anything because of these novelties, and if he did, it would not be him.

After the boy closed the book, he talked more, but apart from the words of praise to him, most of them were other gossip, which the middle-aged man sitting on the roof did not want to listen to.

The reason why he has not left this small village is because he is waiting for the opportunity, saying that he is waiting for the opportunity, but in fact, it is more appropriate to wait for someone.

"Sir, how can you be so knowledgeable that you would like to stay in such a small place?"

Teenagers always have a lot of questions to ask.

This Mr. Zhang, who is called Mr. Zhang, did not come to this small mountain village to stay today, but came here as early as half a month ago, and after coming here, he stayed in a family at the head of the village, and by chance he met this young man, so for half a month, every night he would come to the roof of this house to see the night, of course, by the way, for this young man to solve his doubts.

Mr. Zhang turned his head and glanced at the young man, and said indifferently: "If you stay in a certain place for a long time, many people will have some tiredness, at this time, walking elsewhere can dilute these tiredness, life is short, only a hundred years, after all, it is not how difficult it is, but after all, there will be some people who are different from others, maybe look at some scenery, and it is not too long to see a lifetime, I am like this, the reason why I left that place and came here is just forced." ”

"Forced?"

The young man's eyes were all on Mr. Zhang's face.

Mr. Zhang continued: "People like us don't seem to have anything to do, and no one can force us to do it, but in the world, there are always things that you have to do. ”

"It's no different from being forced to be natural. ”

Mr. Zhang looked at this young man and said something off-topic, "Like you, the biggest dream in your life is to think that one day you can become an official, if you are lucky, you can become an official in the capital, but no matter what, there is still an emperor in charge of the head, which is not really comfortable, and it is still in vain." ”

The young man was a little unconvinced and said, "Sir, are there people who are comfortable in this world?"

This was a casual question from the young man, but when he saw that Mr. Zhang didn't speak, he mustered up the courage to say a few more words, "In the world, there are friends and relatives, there are those who can do it, and there are those who want to do it but can't do it.

Mr. Zhang thought for a moment, and then laughed softly: "This is the truth, it is indeed difficult to be truly comfortable, but I once had a friend, so I am infinitely close to this." ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang's eyes gave birth to a look of remembrance, "This vast world, six thousand years before and after, is only one person!"

The young man opened his mouth and shouted Mr. Zhang, he was not stupid, so he naturally saw that Mr. Zhang had something on his mind, and his heart was still very serious.

Mr. Zhang stood up and said calmly: "In the past half a month, you haven't asked my name, and I haven't asked your name, which is a very interesting thing, but after today, the fate of you and me will end here." ”

The boy's eyes widened.

Next, I'm afraid it's the most absurd scene he will ever see in his life.

In the night sky, Mr. Zhang stood up from the roof, the whole person did nothing, but his body began to shine with golden light, and then began to float into the distance, extremely dazzling in the night.

And just as this Mr. Zhang floated out of this Shanshui Village, an indifferent voice came from afar, "Go back!"

At the same time, there was a snow-white sword light that pierced the night!

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I'm Willow Lane.

These four words are definitely more than just four words for any swordsman in the world.

Li Fuyao looked at this man in a green shirt and swallowed his saliva, he was already well-informed, the sage Yanhe who was still breathing in the foggy mountains, and the sword monarch who had been trapped for thousands of years in Xiaoyuan City.

This is the Sword Immortal Willow Lane six thousand years ago?

This is okay for everyone, but why is it that Sword Immortal Willow Lane?

Before the battle of Luoyang City, Liu Xiang appeared in the clouds, and the world only knew that this human swordsman had another sword immortal, but few people knew that that person was Liu Xiang, which was inextricably linked with the sword fairy six thousand years ago.

That sword immortal clearly recorded that he died on the sword mountain.

But this one can also be said to be the sword immortal.

But he is not some other sword immortal, but that sword immortal Liu Xiang!

It was a name as loud as Chao Qingqiu.

If Li Fuyao is not a little stunned, I am afraid that it is still a little abnormal.

After Liu Xiang finished saying that, he was distracted for a moment, "This name, the person who can fight with me is dead, and other people can't say anything." ”

After saying this, Liu Xiang raised his head and looked at the sky, looked at the sword light and golden light in the sea of clouds, and then said: "Sword Monarch, if you really want to talk about it, I also want to shout to my predecessors, when Chao Qingqiu is still there, this world is calm, as soon as this person dies, the whole world will be in chaos, there is one more sword immortal here, there is one more saint there, what will happen in the world after that?"

The monks of the realm of Willow Lane seemed to be a little confused about this matter.

Li Fuyao looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be talking to himself, and quickly got rid of the shocked emotion, he quickly determined one thing, that is, whether it was Liu Xiang or not, but always a sword immortal, since it was a sword immortal, and he appeared here, it was naturally very helpful to the sword monarch on the clouds, and today's situation may be a little different.

So Li Fuyao doesn't have to leave Xiaoyuan City in a hurry now.

It's just that Liu Xiang just looked up at the sky, and didn't rush to make a move, but asked, "You gave it to him?"

Since it is Liuxiang, it is natural to know the sword called Wanzhang long.

Liu Xiang stood out six thousand years ago, and what could make him take a few more glances could only be the sword immortal ten thousand feet, since it was his sword, Liu Xiang would naturally know it.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath, and then said, "It went by itself." ”

The sword has a spirit, not to mention that it is ten thousand zhang long, it is willing to be held in the hand of the sword king, Li Fuyao naturally can't help but let go, as early as a long time ago, Li Fuyao thought about finding a good sword master for this sword, but he has not been able to make the trip, and now the sword has found a master, and it can be regarded as a great joy, but I don't know what will happen to the fate of this sword, whether it will dissipate in the clouds with the sword king, or let the world know the name of this sword again.

Liu Xiang sighed a little, "Back then, Wanqi found another way, with this sword method, although he could be invincible in front of other sword immortals, but when he met Liu Xiang, naturally there was nothing to say." ”

Willow Lane was the most dazzling monk of that era, and meeting Willow Lane was the dream of many monks.

After saying this, Liu Xiang looked at Li Fuyao, and then said a little boringly: "You have been thinking about it until now, whether I am the Liu Xiang of 6,000 years ago." ”

Liu Xiang tilted his head, "Whether I am Willow Lane or not, it's not a fatal question, according to some people's stereotypes, then I can only count half of Willow Lane, as for when it can be regarded as a whole Willow Lane, it depends on whether there is that Willow Lane, but when it really comes to that day, I am Willow Lane, but not me." ”

As he spoke, it seemed that some sadness had spread out.

Liu Xiang rubbed his cheeks, and then began to fall silent.

Li Fuyao couldn't help but ask: "It seems that it is difficult for the Sword Monarch seniors to be in the clouds, why haven't the seniors made a move?"

Liu Xiang broke off a willow branch and said indifferently: "Wait for someone." ”

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In that small mountain village before, the Confucian sage also said the same, he said that the people he said were waiting for the enemy, and now the people he said were waiting for helpers.

He began to think in pieces, "Chao Qingqiu did such a good job at the beginning of this game, so that we are ashamed that we are not good at it, let's kill his two saints here first, and then go to the cloud to kill the others, won't this matter be solved?"

Li Fuyao was standing not far away, and naturally heard these words clearly, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, this is the big stroke of the Canghai monks?

If it is really as Liu Xiang said, then the two saints who died here recently, whether it is Confucianism or Taoism, will suffer heavy losses, and after that, who can compete with the swordsman with three sword immortals?

The swordsman has regained his former glory, and it seems that it is not far away.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself as calmly as possible, could it be that tonight would be a different night?

Liu Xiang didn't have time to pay attention to what Li Fuyao was thinking, just held the willow branch hard, then turned his head to look into the distance and shouted, "Are you here?"

There was no sound in the distance, but a sword light responded.

In the night, the dazzling sword qi was like a silver dragon, scurrying in the sky.

Liu Xiang pressed Baiwen on his waist, then raised his head to look at the clouds, and countless wind and snow met his gaze, and they all made way of a way.

This is the Sword Monarch inviting him into the clouds.

Liu Xiang turned his head and spat on it, then smiled: "It's here." ”

And in the distance, the golden light is masterful!