Zhao Wenshan's face was pale, and he collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Yan Shan glanced at Zhao Wenshan, smiled bitterly and shook his head. A black sword shadow flashed, and Zhao Wenshan slowly fell to the ground, and a shallow blood mark appeared in his throat.

At this moment, a soft sigh came from the hillside not far away. Then, an old man in a green shirt with a fairy wind and bones walked slowly, holding a long sword with a black scabbard in his hand.

Li Ruoxian recognized this sword and had seen this person.

The old man in the green shirt looked calm, saluted Li Ruoxian, and said lightly: "Girl, we meet again." ”

Li Ruoxian returned the salute, but was silent.

The old man in the green shirt held the long sword in front of his chest, with a solemn expression, and sighed: "What a green sword!"

Li Ruoxian didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, and he didn't talk.

The old man in the green shirt looked at Li Ruoxian and said with a light smile: "Girl, the old man borrowed a sword, can you?"

Li Ruoxian seemed to understand something, and said softly: "Senior at will." ”

The old man in the green shirt nodded with a smile, turned to Yan Shan again, and asked, "This young man, can you fight?"

Yan Shan sighed lightly and said, "Senior, is it worth it?"

The old man in the green shirt laughed softly: "Life is in the world, what is not worth it." I have been indifferent to fame and fortune all my life, and I have no desires or desires, but in the end, I still can't see through the mundane things in this world. ”

"The past is gone, and those who come can still be chased. Don't ask if you are ashamed in your past life, but ask for no regrets in this life. Why bother with the seniors?" Yan Shan's expression was solemn.

The old man in the green shirt shook his head with a wry smile and asked again, "Can I fight?"

Yan Shan showed a helpless look on his face, arched his hand, and said sadly: "The predecessors have a life, and they will obey it." ”

The old man in the green shirt smiled indifferently, and slowly pulled out the Qingying sword, the texture of the sword body seemed to be a hundred dragons circling, the essence was restrained, and the color was slightly dark.

Yan Shan smiled sadly and stabbed out with his sword.

The old man in the green shirt looked calm, his wrist turned slightly, and the cyan sword shadow slashed, forming a beautiful arc. The arc passed, just blocking the rusty long sword that stabbed it.

Yan Shan's body was like a ghost, and he kept swords along the strange trajectory, but he was never able to break through the cyan arcs.

Li Ruoxian was surprised in her heart, every move of the old man in the green shirt seemed to be very slow, but there was no trajectory to be found between the changes of moves, which was by no means something that could be done by speed, it was more like a picture beating, which was really incredible.

The cyan sword shadow continued to slash through the air, leaving a series of graceful arcs, as if deducing a kind of Dao Zhizhi.

Yan Shan's eyes were as clear as water, his heart was ethereal, looking at the several arcs that existed at the same time, in a trance, as if each arc blocked a sword that stabbed him. How could it be? How could one person perform several different moves at the same time? He didn't understand, but he seemed to feel something.

Suddenly, the old man in the green shirt turned from defense to attack and stabbed out a sword.

Yan Shan did not dodge or dodge, and he also stabbed out with a sword.

When the rusty long sword pierced the chest of the old man in the green shirt, the cyan figure disappeared in an instant. Yan Shan was horrified, and quickly moved his body to the right with his intuition. A cyan sword shadow flashed from the left side of Yan Mountain, leaving a blood mark nearly three inches long on his left arm. Yan Shan was calm, and a sword stabbed out from the side of his body slightly, but he didn't expect that before the sword edge arrived, the cyan figure disappeared again.

"It's actually the shadow left by the body after leaving! I understand!" Yan Shan swept forward at a rapid speed, and at the same time, his body turned around, and he stabbed out another sword.

This time, the cyan figure did not disappear, and the rusty long sword pierced the heart of the old man in the green shirt.

I don't know when the Qingying Sword has been sheathed, and the old man in the green shirt stood against the sword, and said with a reluctant smile: "Do you understand this time?"

Yan Shan burst into tears and nodded heavily.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your body skills are not as good as my afterimage......" The old man in the green shirt showed a look of relief and slowly fell.

"Senior!" Yan Shan let out a long roar, stepped forward and hugged the old man in green shirt.

However, the old man in the green shirt couldn't hear anything.

Li Ruoxian walked over and said softly: "The deceased is gone, and the seniors are walking peacefully." ”

"The seniors didn't have to die, it was my fault, it was I who killed the seniors!" Yan Shan burst into tears and was heartbroken.

Li Ruoxian looked stunned. As the saying goes: the bystander is clear. But she really didn't know what was going on.

Yan Shan let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Before I went up the mountain, my predecessor was behind that hillside. I know he's there, and he knows I know he's there. I know that my predecessors are people, and I also know that the Zhao family is kind to him, although he protects Zhao Wenshan, he has never done a thing that hurts nature and reason. That day at the inn, Zhao Wenshan plotted that you were beyond everyone's expectations, if it weren't for that, he wouldn't be able to hurt you, or he wouldn't have had a chance to make a move at all. I deliberately made a play and asked Zhao Wenshan to tell his heinous crimes in person, just to force my seniors to not be able to make a move, because I knew that once my seniors knew what Zhao Wenshan had done, they would never save him again. Until I killed all the soldiers, the seniors still didn't show up. I know what he thinks, he knows that Zhao Wenshan's crime is unforgivable, but he also hopes that I can spare his life. But I killed Zhao Wenshan, but he could only see death and not save him, and he felt guilty, which broke his Dao heart. ”

Yan Shan took a deep breath and continued, "Actually, breaking his Dao heart is also within my calculations. Because only in this way, with the strength of the two of us, can we have a good chance of winning. It's ridiculous that I did everything, but I didn't expect that my predecessors never thought of being an enemy of us, let alone killing me to avenge Zhao Wenshan. The predecessors were open-minded, interpreting this unpredictable body method in the form of Taoism and reason, and using their own lives to let me truly experience the true meaning of this body method between the virtual and the real. It's me who lives the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and I'm ashamed of my predecessors!"

After hearing this, Li Ruoxian secretly pondered for a long time, but he couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong. She didn't say anything to comfort her, because she didn't know where to start.

Perhaps, this unforgettable experience is the most precious thing that this old man wants to leave to Yanshan, even more precious than the unpredictable body. There are some things that can only be understood if you have actually experienced them. There are some things that only grow when you really experience them.

At this time, Zhang Ye walked over from the bushes and said in a low voice: "Brother Yan, you have avenged your father and mother and the villagers, we should be happy! Don't cry, otherwise I will be sad." As he spoke, tears flowed down his face.

Yan Shan nodded at Zhang Ye and said in a deep voice: "Yes, we don't cry, we should be happy." He wiped away his tears for Zhang Ye, and then slowly picked up the body of the old man in green shirt, moving forward step by step, his steps firm and heavy.

Li Ruoxian took Zhang Ye's hand and silently followed behind Yan Shan.

The last rays of sunlight disappeared into the sky, and a cold wind blew, filling the mountains with gloom and desolation.