Few people will rush at night, and most of the people who walk at night are in a hurry, because they have to go somewhere, so they have to catch the moon with the stars, just because they are afraid that they will not be able to go to a certain place at the given time.

There are many people in this world, but few of them rush to death at night.

But less is not nothing, such as the current one, who is in a hurry to die.

This is an old man with gray hair and a gray robe, he has a sword hanging from his waist, the sword is very old, and some of the patterns on the scabbard have begun to fade, and you can know that this sword has been in this world for many years, and the gray robe on his body is also a little old, it doesn't look like gray, but it is covered with dust, which has become gray, but these are not important, the most important thing is that the old man has a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

A pair of straw sandals.

It's a hard thing to understand.

How could it be a pair of straw sandals.

The old man's expression was very calm, he walked in the mountains and forests, walked on the lake, walked in all the places he was going to walk, and did not speak.

The old man in the old robe and the new straw sandals didn't know where he came from, but the place he was going to be very clear, he was going to Dayu territory.

There are many sects in Dayu, but the only place that can make him interested is the place called Sword Mountain, after all, he himself is also a sword practitioner, and it is normal for sword practitioners to go to Sword Mountain.

But he didn't go to Sword Mountain to learn swords, but sent him to death.

It doesn't seem accurate to say this, to be precise, he went to Sword Mountain, no matter what, he was going to die, but as for whether he died of old age or was killed, it wasn't necessarily.

He practiced sword practice in retreat for many years, and then he didn't know why, he fell asleep, this sleep was hundreds of years, until one day, there was a sword sound to wake him up, he then knew, what kind of changes had happened in the world, it turned out that there was a sword fairy in this world.

At that time, after he felt the sound of the sword in the cave, he saw the sword, that sword must be the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life, he was just a swordsman who climbed the stairs, and he knew that he couldn't stop this sword, so he didn't do anything, but at that time he had an idea, that is, whether he could become a sword immortal.

For this idea, he began to try, trying to break through the realm, after all, he had been standing in the ascending realm for many years, and he had wasted hundreds of years of time by sleeping, but this was not completely unhelpful, at least his realm was much higher, but this was not enough for him to break through the realm and become a sea.

But he tried several times, but failed each time.

The last time, when he almost died in the cave, he saw some golden light in the distance, and when the golden light dissipated, a Taoist came to him and saved him.

That Taoist was a Canghai monk, and the old man knew it very well.

So he didn't have the idea that he shouldn't have been born, and he waited quietly for death.

But the man didn't make a move, but just asked him if he died, whether he wanted to die of old age or war.

The old man did not speak.

So the Taoist asked again, "Do you know Meng Jin?"

The name Meng Jin had heard before he fell asleep, so he naturally knew it.

"Since you can't go through the sea, why don't you see if you are the first to climb the stairs in the world?"

These were the last words left by the man.

This sentence made the old man ponder for a long time, and finally he felt that it made sense, it was not a good ending to die silently like this, and he couldn't die like this if he wanted to die, so he put on the robe that he hadn't worn for hundreds of years, put on the straw sandals, took the sword, left the cave, and went to the sword mountain.

There is Meng Jin on Sword Mountain, and this should be the strongest hand in the climbing tower, so he has to ask for the sword.

Of course, he knows it's not that simple, but he doesn't care too much, and of course, you can't make a dying person think too much.

They don't have to bear any responsibility.

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The old man walked very fast, but he didn't just know how to bury his head in the road, he saw a lot of scenery that he hadn't seen in hundreds of years along the way, his mood was getting better and better, and the sword intent in his chest was getting stronger and stronger, and when he was about to approach the border of Dayu, he himself felt that his state was the best time in hundreds of years.

On the following moonlit night, he stopped by a lake.

Therefore, he saw two bright moons hanging in the night sky at this moment.

It is impossible for the sun and the moon to shine together, and it is impossible for two bright moons to appear in one night.

So there was a slight silence, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed.

The scabbard was old, but the sword was so bright that it didn't look like an ancient sword that hadn't been unsheathed for years.

Unsheathed and with sword light, the sword swept past the lake, tore through a large area of water, and then fell on the bright moon in the distance.

The bright moon was still bright, but the sword light was gone.

In front of Mingyue, this sword light seemed to be a little insignificant, and it was really not enough to be mentioned.

The old man didn't say much, but the straw sandals stepped heavily on the ground, and a majestic sword intent spread, and those sword intents swept across the lake, and soon a huge water sword appeared, facing the bright moon, it was a sword stabbing out.

The majestic sword qi was rolled away, and the scene was extremely spectacular when it looked at it, like this, I am afraid that few people could ignore it.

But the middle-aged Taoist who appeared by the lake didn't look at it.

As soon as he appeared by the lake, the old man noticed him, but he didn't speak, and anyone could see that the bright moon was not true, since it was not true, it could only be the Dao method performed by this person now.

The Tao is endless, but the only one who can cast a round of bright moon is the one who sinks into the mountain.

The old man put away his sword and stood, his time was short, and he was unwilling to waste his last chance here.

"Who are you?"

"Liang Yi. ”

The old man looked at Liang Yi and was silent and did not speak, Liang Yi's identity was known even if he woke up after sleeping like this for hundreds of years.

Because some people are really important, not ordinary people.

Liang Yi stood by the lake, looked at the old man wearing straw sandals, and said calmly: "I remember that many years ago, there was a kendo sect called Tianshuimen, which was in the territory of Liangxi, and that kendo sect was no different from other kendo sects, the only difference was that the swordsmen there were all wearing a pair of straw sandals, but hundreds of years ago, the inheritance had been broken. ”

The old man listened quietly to Liang Yi's words.

Liang Yi said: "Daomen's control over Liang Xi is far beyond your imagination, there are records of the disciples in the Water Gate that day, when they returned to heaven and when they left the world, but I don't know anything about the last sect master. ”

"It's just that if I'm not mistaken, you should be called a thousand words. ”

Liang Yi looked at Luo Qianyan, "Since you have disappeared for so many years, why did you think of coming out again?"

Luo Qianyan still didn't speak, but he always accumulated sword intent.

Liang Yi looked at Luo Qianyan and said calmly: "You know who I am, if you don't tell me where you are, you may die here tonight." ”

Dying in Sword Mountain and dying here are actually deaths, but the gap is very big, and Luo Qianyan is a person who just wants to die in Sword Mountain, so he opened his mouth and said: "Go to Sword Mountain." ”

"What to do. ”

"Sword matching. ”

Here's the answer.

There is no need to tell a lie, so Liang also understands.

"I'm old, I should die. ”

The vicissitudes of life revealed in this sentence can only be understood by those who empathize, although Liang Yi is also a monk who ascends the stairs, but he is very young, so he doesn't quite understand the vicissitudes contained in it.

But he gave it up anyway.

The bright moon went dark.

Liang Yi looked at Luo Qianyan and asked, "I am a little sure of the sword to Meng Jin." ”

In fact, even if Liang Yi made a move against Meng Jin, it was not possible to say that he would definitely win, Meng Jin's time in the realm of ascending the tower was too long, and it was not something that ordinary monks could compare.

When Luo Qianyan heard this, he seemed a little excited, "You don't understand, we are all swordsmen, and when we compare swords, we must not only look at the level of the realm, but also the level of the sword, so maybe I can beat him." ”

"The chances are great. ”

Luo Qianyan's eyes flashed with light, like the starlight falling in his eyes tonight.

Liang Yi stopped talking, why did he leave Shenxian Mountain, it was because there was news that this sect master of Tianshuimen had reappeared in the world, and he needed to figure out why, but now, this is just the last madness of an old man, and this madness still has to be borne by Jianshan, so it has nothing to do with him.

This should be what the Daomen would like to see.

Liang Yi thought of this, so he stepped out of the way.

Luo Qianyan didn't look at him again, just left a footprint on the ground, and the whole person disappeared.

The sword qi then dissipated, and it was no longer visible.

Maybe it can be seen somewhere else, but Liang doesn't care.

He turned around and walked towards the west, Ye Shengge had left Shenxie Mountain a long time ago, saying that he was going to the Buddha Land, Liang Yi deliberately went down the mountain a long time later, but he also wanted to go and see, this time he didn't walk too much, he stopped at the border of the mountains and rivers, but if someone dared to make a move on Ye Shengge in the mountains and rivers, this time, he didn't care about anything, and he would kill these people.

If you don't talk about the slightest affection, in fact, there is no affection to talk about.

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The starlight fell at the foot of Sword Mountain, Li Fuyao looked into the distance, and soon saw an old man with a hanging sword walking up Sword Mountain.

Under the starlight, there was no tiredness of a thousand miles on his old face, only excitement.

Li Fuyao stood beside Yan Le.

Yanle frowned slightly.

Neither of them spoke.

The old man looked at the two of them, and after a while, he showed an approving look, "Sure enough, it's Jianshan, one is morning and dusk and the other is Taiqing, all of them are excellent seedlings." ”

Then the old man asked seriously, "This is Sword Mountain?"

Li Fuyao didn't speak, Yan Le nodded.

The old man smiled.

Then under the starlight, he vibrated with a majestic sword intent, "The last sect master of Tianshuimen fell into a thousand words, ask Jianjian Mountain!"