The heavy rain on the border of Chen is not just in that small border city.

In the bluestone alley outside a school hall hundreds of miles away in that small city, two umbrella figures stood side by side at the door of the school, looking up at the gray tiles opposite the school, both silent.

Listening to the sound of Langlang books coming from the school, the green-shirted Confucian suddenly asked, "Lord Luan, Lin Hongzhu has always been difficult to find, I don't know what Lord Luan did to invite that remnant of the Demon Sect out of the mountain?"

The silver-haired old man known as Lord Luan was short in stature and full of wrinkles, if he hadn't been wearing a Yunfeng official uniform that represented the highest rank of the courtiers of the Chen State, he was afraid that no matter where he was put down, no one would look at this old man more.

But it is such a short stature, an old man with no obvious appearance and no authority, but it is indeed the pillar stone of the country of Chen State, the real pillar stone of the temple, the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty saw this Luan Xiang, I am afraid that none of them are calm.

There has always been a saying in the temple of Chen Guo, that is, when Luan Xiang is worried, the entire Chen Kingdom will be clouded.

It's just that fortunately, although this Luan Xiang's temper is not too good, it is difficult to have a threshold that he feels that he can't cross, so Chen Guo has been stable all these years, even now Chen Guo was ordered by Emperor Yanling to destroy the Zhou State, and when he couldn't hold on for a long time, this Luan Xiang still laughed all day long.

When the courtiers were puzzled, they felt reassured.

Now I don't know why, this Luan Xiang is not in the capital mansion, but appeared at the border, and none of the important ministers of the temple on the other side of the capital know that this Luan Xiang has left Beijing, only know that this Luan Xiang has not been to the court for a few days on the grounds of ill health.

In that case, what's the use of worrying?

Luan Xiang didn't turn his head, still looking at the gray tile opposite, "Who can guess Lin Hongzhu's thoughts, saying too much is equivalent to doing more useless work, so the old man only passed on the fact that the Xuegong monk with the seed of reading this time was Zhou Xuance, whether Lin Hongzhu went to stop it or not, who knows?"

The green-shirted Confucian frowned and said, "Lin Hongzhu really has a grudge against Zhou Xuance, and he dares to risk being chased and killed by the Yanling Academy to kill Zhou Xuance?"

Luan Xiang tilted his head, as if he was thinking about some old things about adulthood, and after being silent for a long time, the first person in the Chen State Temple slowly spoke: "Lin Hongzhu's mind is not easy to guess, the fall of the Demon Sect is something made by Zhou Xuance, since Lin Hongzhu is the leader of the Demon Sect, then he naturally wants to find trouble with Zhou Xuance, but he just slightly declares that he has this mind or does his best, leaving Zhou Xuance's old horseman, in fact, it is very difficult to say, Lin Hongzhu's talent is not bad, and he has such a situation of more than half a Jiazi." Walking' Zhou Xuance, even if he had a chance of winning against Shanglin Red Candle back then, it is not easy to say now. ”

Luan Xiang paused and laughed at himself: "We scholars, we are good at calculating people's hearts, and it is not bad to use our mouths, but if we really want to fight to the death, we really can't compare to Lin Hongzhu." ”

The green-shirted Confucian man smiled dumbly, "Since Zhou Xuance has Lin Hongzhu to deal with, why doesn't Luan Xiang allow me to solve that reading seed?"

Luan asked instead, "Can you see through Lin Hongzhu's mind?"

After a moment, the green-shirted Confucian apologized and said, "The younger generation is abrupt. ”

The old man waved his hand, signaling that he was out of the way, "No one can guess Lin Hongzhu's thoughts, who knows what he will do if he makes a rash move, wouldn't it be in vain to backfire?"

The Confucian scholar in the green shirt praised sincerely: "Luan Xiang lives in the temple and is located in the world, but he can always watch the things on the mountain, which is really rare, and Chen Guo has Luan Xiang, which is really a rare blessing." ”

The old man stretched out his hand under the umbrella, took a handful of rainwater, and said with some disappointment: "Not necessarily, when I came down from the mountain, all I thought about was thinking about assisting a generation of Ming monarchs to destroy Yanling, but the three generations of monarchs of Chen State, although they are not mediocre masters, but their vision and mind are too bad, so Chen Guo has been operating in the hands of the old man for decades, and it is only like this, but it is not as good as Zhou State, that Zhou State Emperor at least does not lose the courage of Emperor Yanling, if he chooses Zhou State that year, maybe there is a lot to do, at least he can see the way forward." ”

The Confucian scholar in the green shirt did not have any abnormality at this Luan Xiang's extremely straightforward words, but said calmly: "A dynasty rooted in the land of mountains and rivers for six thousand years, it is difficult for Luan Xiang to shake it, and now he wants to destroy it, but I am afraid that it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky?"

The old man asked rhetorically, "How hard is it?"

The green-shirted Confucian smiled bitterly: "It's even more difficult than our sanctification." ”

The old man shook his head, "It's just that it's too difficult to become holy, so the old man chooses something to do that at least has a chance of success, otherwise after hundreds of years, he will really feel bored to the extreme, and slowly grow old?"

The green-shirted Confucian arched his hand and said: "Luan Xiang is free and easy." ”

The old man lowered his head and looked at himself

The sludge on the back of the pair of shoes said softly: "Half an hour later, you go to that small city, no matter what, the winner should be decided, Lin Hongzhu has a lot of killing moves, if you really want Zhou Xuance to stay, you will not stay, no matter whether you win or lose, you have a chance of winning last week." ”

The green-shirted Confucian nodded, still thinking about saying something, but the old man had already turned around.

The green-shirted Confucian man disappeared in a flash.

The old man walked into the school, and when he walked through the courtyard, he kept chattering: "The old man's spell is three words, there is no room for it to be used in Chen Guo, if you change the court to Zhou Guo, the world will inevitably say that I Luan Ping is a white-eyed wolf, hehe, Luan Ping has been planning for Chen Guo for three generations all his life, benevolence and righteousness, although Chen Guo does not live up to me, but the old man bears Chen Guo." In this way, it is still the old man who is not kind, since this is the case, it is better not to plan for Chen Zhou and the two countries, and simply change the court. ”

The sound of books in the school kept coming, and the old man came to the eaves in front of the door, put away his umbrella and stood.

The teacher who was teaching inside was wearing a linen shirt, glanced out of the door, and after seeing the old man, he hurried out of the school, came to the old man, and respectfully called out to sir.

The old man beckoned.

Mr. Teacher bent down so that the diminutive old man could put his hand on his shoulder.

The old man smiled and asked, "Zhizhi, do you remember the ten-year covenant between you and me?"

The teacher pinned the scroll to his waist and replied, "Take it to heart." ”

The old man laughed, "This is very good, so Mr. today comes to ask you, do you want to be a short-lived pillar of the court, or do you want to preach and solve doubts for people all your life?"

Mr. Teaching was silent for a while, and did not dare to speak.

The old man waved his hand, "I see." ”

"Let's go to the capital, everything is arranged, choose one of the six departments, and after ten years, there should be success. ”

Mr. Teach looked up and asked, "What did that gentleman do?"

The old man sighed, "It's just from one pond to the other." ”

Mr. Teaching stopped talking.

The old man left with an umbrella, and the teacher bowed to him.

Walking in the rain curtain, stepping on a series of water droplets, the old man's mood can not be said to be good or bad, for the choice of this named disciple, in fact, he doesn't have to think about it, so naturally he can't say disappointed or not disappointed, but when he is older, the old man always feels that some accidents should happen.

No, I didn't.

It's business as usual, and it's hard to change.

——

The battle in the heavy rain was still scorching.

Demon Sect Leader Lin Hongzhu was now soaked in red, and his white hair was covered with raindrops, but even so, this once famous mountain monk did not seem to be at a disadvantage.

On the contrary, it was Zhou Xuance, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, his face was pale.

The battle of the monks, the spelling realm is a spelling tool.

Among the three, Zhou Xuance has the advantage of all three.

But it's still a little overwhelming.

Now, even he had to admit that the cultivation of this Demon Sect Sect Master, who had been silent for many years, was different from the past, and it was very difficult to deal with.

Since Lin Hongzhu stopped at that time, he has not taken half a step back until now.

This Demon Sect Leader's body of qi gushed out wildly, which had the meaning of burning jade.

The wind and rain on the main road made a strange scene.

The two stood in the wind and rain, each not giving in.

Gu Yuan, who was on the side, was anxious, but he couldn't help much.

This reading seed was like a lamb to the slaughter in front of such a powerful monk, useless.

——

And on a certain street in the city, Li Fuyao, who was carrying a sword box, met a Confucian in a green shirt.

The young swordsman opened the sword box and drew his sword almost immediately.

But after a while, he still flew out upside down, and the green-shirted Confucian stepped on Li Fuyao's face, and said calmly: "Ning Shen Realm dares to harm me, you don't die today, is it still reasonable?"

Li Fuyao's qi in the Ling Mansion was scurrying wildly, lying in the rain, still struggling to get up.

The blue-shirted Confucian glanced at the sword box on the side, and the green silk in the sword box trembled slightly.

The blue-shirted Confucian frowned, he hadn't seen such a sword in many years.

He kicked Li Fuyao out of the air.

"If you are among the three sects, you can save your life today, but if you are a swordsman, how can you be kept?"

The green-shirted Confucian man looked flat.

Li Fuyao spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up.

Holding Xiaoxue, a sword was handed out.

A moment later, it flew out again.

Smashed a wall of dirt.

The situation is miserable.

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.

But he still struggled to get up, but was pinched by the throat of the green-shirted Confucian warrior, "There are swordsmen like you in the mountains and rivers, it's really an extremely tiresome thing." ”

Throw out Li Fuyao casually.

The green-shirted Confucian rubbed his hand on the placket.

Feeling dirty?

After Li Fuyao flew out upside down.

A lantern rolled out.

The gift of the ancestor Xu Lone.

The green-shirted Confucian stepped out, and was suddenly forced to stop.

Between heaven and earth, a sharp sword qi surged up.

Sword intent ravaged the place.

——

On the top of the Sword Mountain, the old ancestor Xu Lin sat on the Wenjian Ping, and placed an ancient sword on his lap.

The old ancestor, who was already an old man with a wrinkled face, suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly, "How can I be deceived by my Sword Mountain?"

The ancestors traveled thousands of miles in an instant.

Until this place.

It was between Li Fuyao and the Confucian scholar in green shirts.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the Confucian man in the green shirt was already preparing to retreat.

But the old ancestor stepped out in one step, and the city was full of sword energy.

Soaring sword intent, rare in the world.

Xu Lin laughed, "Everything in the world, a sword is enough." ”

After speaking.

The blue-shirted Confucian was pierced through the heart by a sword.

The Morning Twilight Realm monk couldn't utter a word the whole time.

was pierced through the heart by a sword.

The sword aura is undiminished.

Go away to the main road in the city.

Lin Hongzhu raised his head suddenly.

The tall old ancestor came to the main road with a sword.

Zhou Xuance's face changed greatly, a swordsman who climbed the building realm?!

Who is the enemy of such a swordsman?

The old ancestor held his sword and asked, "Who is that green-shirted Confucian over there, who is so bold that he harms my Sword Mountain disciple?"

Lin Hongzhu suddenly said, "Sword Mountain Ancestor?"

Xu Lin turned his head and smiled: "Do you still recognize the old man?"

Lin Hongzhu laughed, "Swordsmen in the world, apart from the Sword Immortal Chao Qingqiu, who else can have this domineering sword qi, except for you, the old ancestor of Sword Mountain, who else?"

Xu Lin looked at this red-clothed Demon Sect Leader and said with emotion: "It turned out to be you, the devil. ”

Lin Hong's face did not change, "To be able to be said to be a demon is still a blessing for three lives." ”

Snorted coldly.

Xu Xiao said indifferently: "Which of you will pick up my second sword?"

Lin Hongzhu smiled and said: "Although that person has nothing to do with me, it seems that he can't get rid of it no matter what, and I will come from this sword." ”

Xu Lin turned his head to look at Zhou Xuance, and said sarcastically: "It's that all the scholars in the world are like you, and there are not so many readers who make the old man look down on them." ”

Lin Hongzhu smiled and swept forward suddenly.

Xu Lin just waved his sword.

Under the sword, the robe that had not been destroyed before was now torn a lot.

Lin Hongzhu's face turned pale.

Xu Lin put away his sword and stood, looking up into the distance.

"It turned out that there was someone else. ”

It's fleeting.

Xu Lin crossed a hundred miles in an instant and came to the short old man Luan Ping.

The old man, who had a very high reputation in the Chen Kingdom, suddenly took a few steps back, and laughed, "The old man never thought that such a plan could involve you Xu Lonely, when the Lord went to Sword Mountain, the old man thought that you had died, why are you still holding on to immortality now, going down the mountain to shake your majesty?"

Xu Lin didn't want to say more, and swung out a sword.

The sword qi skyrocketed.

Luan Ping opened his mouth with a sad face crying for the first time, "Xu Lonely, in the same realm, bully people with a sword!"

The old ancestor sneered.

A sword swinged, and the sword qi within a radius of several miles was great, and its momentum was unstoppable.

Luan Ping retreated again and again, and finally was cut through his lower abdomen by a sword, and blood flowed.

Xu Lin stood in place and sneered: "What about the decay of Sword Mountain, it is still not to be bullied. ”

Luan Ping looked dazed.

Xu Lone's figure dissipated again.

——

Li Fuyao struggled to get up and went to pick up the green silk.

After Xu Lin put away his sword, he came here.

Li Fuyao's eyes were moist.

Xu Lone's old state is actually much more obvious than when he went down the mountain.

He stretched out his thin hand, rubbed Li Fuyao's head, and said softly: "Little guy, the master is still here, who dares to bully you?"

Li Fuyao looked up.

Xu Lin looked at him lovingly, smiled, and didn't speak.

There is a sentence that the ancestors did not say.

The next time you are killed, little guy, there is no master and me in the world.

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