The old Confucian who had not read many books and had traveled thousands of miles looked at the old ancestor on the mountain who was full of sword energy, and shouted: "Xu Lonely, what's wrong, that sword didn't hurt you at all, and now you still have the strength to show your majesty in front of me, a powerless reader?"

The old ancestor on the mountain, who was originally called Xu Lone, looked at this old Confucian who had intersected many years ago, frowned, and said: "You old fellow, obviously you don't have any ability, but you like to be reasonable, what's the matter, after all these years, you are still alive, and you have never been killed?"

The old Confucian raised his head and said with a smile: "I Du Yuanyou has walked a lot in this life, and I have talked a lot of truths, who have listened to my reasoning, which one is not happy and convinced, where is the murderous intention, but you are an old guy, obviously you are strong outside, and you have to think about shaking off your majesty, embarrassing yourself, not looking forward to living for two more years, and looking at this mountain and river twice?"

The old ancestor on the mountain collected a sword qi, came to the old Confucian student's side, stood side by side with him, and said with emotion: "I'm tired of seeing it for a long time." ”

The old Confucian smiled, didn't hurry to speak, but untied the bookbox behind him, took out several books from the bookbox, and stuffed them to the ancestors on the mountain, and then put the bookbox behind him again, looking ahead, "These are the only sword books I found, you definitely don't have them on the Sword Mountain, take them and take them, I owe Chao Qingqiu a favor, I can't pay it off once, the old man will pay it back a few more times, and it will always be paid off, by the way, I met a young man on the border of Yanling, he wants to climb the mountain to learn swords, and now he is on the mountain?"

The old ancestor on the mountain had the same expression, walked a few steps up the mountain, and then said: "He didn't walk to the top of the mountain before dark, so naturally he can't pass the test of my Sword Mountain, and according to the rules, he is not considered a disciple of my Sword Mountain." ”

The old Confucian stared, "What, don't you look at what kind of situation you are in now, you are still picky, really this is six thousand years ago, and all the monks in the world have to raise their heads to look at you swordsmen?"

The old ancestor looked indifferent and said calmly: "Even if this vein declines again, these rules still have to be talked about, otherwise everyone is like this, so what?"

The old Confucian wanted to tell this old guy bluntly that there were no people on the mountain, and he couldn't talk about the rules, but after thinking about it carefully, he probably felt that this was a bit excessive, so he didn't rush to speak, but said with annoyance: " The young man's temper is very good for my temperament, since I can't practice the sword, let him follow me to study, the old man has no other skills, but in the matter of reading, there is still a little experience, even if this young man really wants to practice the sword, the old man can also teach a lesson, the reader turned to practice the sword, it is not without precedent, the posterity who was trapped in Luoyang City Star Picking Tower can do it, and the old man can naturally do it. ”

The old ancestor was noncommittal, but said: "I have never seen a scholar like you, who practices swords when you open and close your mouth." ”

The old Confucian replied: "The old man has never seen a swordsman like you, if it weren't for the insistence on that sword that day, you shouldn't be like this now, maybe you are really qualified to step on the top of the Shenxian Mountain, instead of waiting for the bull-nosed old Taoist priest to come to you for trouble." ”

The old ancestor was reluctant to say anything more about this matter, and after taking a few steps, he stopped talking, but the old Confucian asked reluctantly: "What about the young man, where did he go after coming down the mountain?"

The old ancestor said calmly: "Who said he went down the mountain?"

The old Confucian smacked his tongue, and it took a long time to react, he patted the old ancestor on the shoulder, and didn't say a word, thinking that he really didn't know what to say.

Finally, when the two of them were about to climb to the top of Menchen Mountain, the old Confucian finally got down to business, "Liang Yi's realm is profound, and it is rumored that he is only half a step away from entering the sainthood, others think it is a bit exaggerated, but the old man knows that it is not an exaggeration at all, even if he comes to Sword Mountain in an out-of-body state this time, can you stop it?"

The old ancestor looked a little lonely, although he said that he had a sword for the sake of Sword Mountain, so that he almost never had the opportunity to climb to the top of the sword path, but in fact, he didn't regret it too much, but now that the Shen Xie Mountain Guan is here, he didn't come to Qingqiu, even if it was him, he was not sure.

He chuckled under his breath, "Not bad for the last sword." ”

The old Confucian who has traveled many places in his life said with a smile, "The old man has long said that he owes Chao Qingqiu a favor, and now it is just right." ”

The old ancestor shook his head, "The matter of Sword Mountain is only related to swordsmen, so you don't want to get involved." ”

The old Confucian didn't say much, he has walked a lot of roads in his life, and he has been to a lot of places, but he has walked too many places, but in the end he found that this sword mountain is the most interesting place, when he met Xu Lin at the foot of the sword mountain, the two became friends, and then they haven't seen each other for many years, this time they met again, he actually didn't come for Xu Lin or Jian Mountain, as for Chao Qingqiu's favor, he actually gave it back to Jian Mountain, if he was so blatant, he wouldn't accept anything if he wanted to come to this mountain.

Just like the stubborn old man in front of him.

It's just that he really wants to reason with the master of Shen Xieshan, but Shen Xieshan has been unreasonable for too long, and he really can't do anything.

After walking a few steps further, the old ancestor took the initiative to talk about Li Fuyao's experience of climbing the mountain that day, talking about the fact that he practiced at the foot of the mountain after he did not reach the top of the mountain, and finally said that he was actually very satisfied with the kid, but it was actually nothing if he couldn't go up the mountain, anyway, he was his apprentice, and he was a swordsman.

The old Confucian smacked his lips and said with a smile: "You have left him a way out." ”

The old ancestor finally had some smiles, "The tree is dead, the person is alive, such a young man, there is no need to stay on this mountain with the old men, the mountain is gone, the sword is still there, and the swordsman is still there, but the old man really doesn't believe that Shen Xishan over there will really act like this regardless of it, Chao Qingqiu's kid is not dead yet." ”

The old Confucian glanced at the old ancestor in surprise, "You really don't know that Chao Qingqiu is now being targeted in the demon land, and the two giants will not hesitate to join forces to take his life! ”

The old ancestor's footsteps paused slightly, and his expression was ugly.

The old Confucian scolded with his mouth: "They are all old guys who have become saints, and they don't want to be cheeky at all, the two big demons have teamed up to target a sword immortal, and they can't be laughed at when they are passed out?"

The old ancestor was silent, but continued to walk slowly.

The status quo of Jianshan over the years is that it is not as good as a year, just like the building will be unable to return to the sky, even if the sword immortal Qingqiu is alive, it is only to ensure that Jianshan is still there, as for the others, he does not dare to ask for more, but as an ancestor who has lived for countless years, looking at this withering situation, he actually can't bear it, but there is nothing he can do.

If Chao Qingqiu really dies in the demon land, then the Sword Mountain will soon become a barren mountain without the protection of the Sword Immortal.

The two walked slowly side by side, passing by the broken temple on the top of Menchen Mountain, the old Confucian stopped and looked at it a few more times, but he didn't stay long, and the old ancestor on the mountain continued to go up the mountain road, after going up the mountain, the old Confucian and the old ancestor came to Wenjianping, standing on the edge of the cliff, the old Confucian was in a broad mood, and then smiled: " I studied everywhere back then, I wanted to be a world-famous scholar, but no academy or palace accepted me, then I suddenly remembered the word "far away" in my name, which thought that the sage said that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles, in fact, if I really have the opportunity to read ten thousand books, where will I think about going to walk thousands of miles, but also forced to helpless, walked a lot of places, all feel the same, only that time I came to the foot of your sword mountain, I saw a different scenery, the scenery in the world is too much, I can't see it and can't take care of it, but only your sword mountain, I really don't want to become history, the swordsman line from the peak to the decline, it took six thousand yearsIn the end, it is not as profound and long-term as the three religions, but the rise of the swordsman line lies in a true word, and the decline lies in a straight word. The sages of Confucianism said that there is a heroic and righteous spirit, but it is not necessarily the same between things, and they can say that there is no feast in the world, but they can also say where they do not meet in life. Although the monks of the three religions are standing on the mountain, they still want to talk about the colleagues who are also standing on the mountain, but what about you swordsmen, you have a sword at your waist, a sword out of injustice, a sword in your chest, and a sword when you encounter something unstraight, naturally not liked by people. ”

The old ancestor stood beside the old Confucian and said calmly: "It's not that the swordsman is too straight, it's just that there are too few people in the three sects who have this straight word now." When he wrote a splendid article, Zhang Sheng made the monks in the world sincerely admire, how high-spirited he was, but now, can he find a second one?"

The old Confucian frowned and said with an angry smile: "For a scholar like Zhang Sheng, it is a great blessing to be able to produce one in the world, where can I dare to say that I will find a second one!"

The old ancestor was noncommittal, just looking at the bottom of the cliff.

The old Confucian suddenly remembered something, and asked with some uncertainty: "You shouldn't let that kid go under the cliff, right?"

The old ancestor was silent.

Silence is acquiescence.

The old Confucian felt a little annoyed for the first time, and he said angrily: "That kid is only in the first realm, is there a third realm? You dare to let him go down, the old man knows what is down here!"

The old ancestor didn't explain anything else, just smiled and said, "Second realm." ”

The old Confucian was dumbfounded.

In the old Confucian now, this old guy is completely sad and crazy.

And not just a little.