On the twenty-fourth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, there is a small summer.

In the broken temple at the foot of Sword Mountain, after a statue was destroyed, Liu Yibai quickly packed the loose sand in a large vat, and then asked Li Fuyao to go to the mountain to cut a sword wood, and then used the sword and weeds as a tool for the first time to cut this sword wood into a spiritual position, and after it was completed, it was not immediately placed in the original place of the statue, but called Xie Lu and asked the little junior sister to engrave words with a sword.

The three people under the sword mountain, although Xie Lu has always focused on kendo and doesn't like to delve into other things, it doesn't mean that this heir of the Xie family is not good at anything, in fact, the senior brother who has always learned and mixed things has always praised the little junior sister's hand-held Juanxiu small characters, saying that the words are full of spirit, and now Xie Lu is writing the things on the spiritual tablet, and it should be very happy to come to wash the spirit of Chu Nan in the sky.

Liu Yibai dragged out a jar of wine under his statue, put a bowl in front of the spiritual seat of the early south, and after pouring it full, Liu Yibai picked up the wine jar and poured several sips of wine into his mouth, and then said helplessly: "Senior brother, if you did this kind of thing thousands of years ago, you would not be praised by all the swordsmen in the world? It's just that what's the use, the people are gone, and it doesn't make sense to say this. So far, it's even more excessive, you do these things, except for our mountain, to remember your good. Other people in the world, especially those monks on the mountain, may hide somewhere and laugh at you for not being able to do anything and laugh at you for being stupid, but there is nothing we can do, in the past, we could still use the sword to reason, but now, it's hard to say, the truth is on others. ”

Xie Lu, who was standing in the door, watched Liu Yibai talk to herself alone, and after a few glances, she left the dilapidated temple lightly, she has always been cold and can't say too much, but in fact, in the bottom of her heart, it is not so calm.

At the foot of the Sword Mountain, there are three people in the broken temple plus one Chen Sheng, all four of them are disciples of the old ancestor of Jianshan, but the four of them have different ways of apprenticing, Xi Chu Nan was still carried up the mountain in infancy, according to the words of the old ancestor, it is this kind of qualification that originally could not go so far, but thanks to his temperament, he was able to take a few more steps forward, and Xie Lu is the last descendant of the Xie family, after the sword immortal Xie Shen died in the demon land, all the descendants of the Xie family stayed in Jianshan, this is just the battle of Jianshan that day, and there were quite a lot of war dead, and in the end, there was only one lineage left, and after walking to Xie Lu, she was the only one leftAt that time, Xie Lu, who was holding the famous sword Xiaoxue in his family, entered the sect of his ancestors, and he devoted himself to studying swordsmanship, just thinking about one day reproducing the glory of the ancestors. If it hadn't been for meeting Chen Sheng, maybe this female swordsman would have a much colder temperament now.

And Liu Yibai, in fact, when he embarked on the road of cultivation, he was not young, this swordsman used to roll in the secular rivers and lakes in his early years, because his talent was really good, and he soon became a standout, and even had the saying that he was the first swordsman in the world, and later after climbing the Sword Mountain, he did not walk slowly in the realm because he became a swordsman too late, but quickly caught up with the footsteps of Xi Chunan and Xie Lu, the three of them were almost neck and neck, if it were not for the fact that the generations on the Sword Mountain were not divided by going up the mountain first or then going up the mountain, but by age, Liu Yibai would be a proper little junior brother。

As for Chen Sheng, this guy with the highest talent among the four, after going up the mountain as a teenager, whether it is the way of the sword or the realm, he went fast, and then encountered a bottleneck, he was unwilling to stay in the sword mountain anymore, but traveled down the mountain, over the years, he often haunted the demon land, looking for the realm of the advanced demon land monks to sharpen the way of the sword, the realm did not fall at all, although the realm was not higher than the three on the sword mountain, but if it was really a life and death fight, Chen Sheng would not win too hard.

Xie Lu, who had left the ruined temple, came to the big bluestone, jumped up and sat down expressionlessly, holding his sword and looking into the distance.

Although she has a cold temperament, she has been with Xi Chunan and Liu Yibai in the broken temple at the foot of Sword Mountain for so many years, if she no longer has any feelings, she can really be regarded as hard-hearted.

It's just that in this situation, she can't do anything, even the ancestors on the mountain.

In the open space on the other side of the ruined temple, Li Fuyao, an old Confucian who often comes down the mountain these days, is playing in the open space.

The chessboard is randomly drawn on the ground, and the chess pieces are made of rubble found on the mountain road, black and white.

Li Fuyao insisted on black, and the old Confucian student insisted on white.

The two played more than fifty moves in the first order, but the situation on the chessboard was that Kuroko was in full swing and Baizi was in danger, and it seemed that he could lose at any time.

The old Confucian looked flat, picked up a white son in his hand, and after the drop, it turned out to be a revitalization of the entire chess game, and the white child, which originally seemed to be in danger, was like a desperate life, like an old tree that was about to die, and for some reason the dead wood became vibrant all of a sudden.

Li Fuyao lowered his head and pondered, thinking about where to put it next.

The old Confucian bookcase was on the side, and before playing chess, he had taken out a book written by a sage and used it to pad it under his buttocks, which made Li Fu shake for a while, but the old Confucian was not impressed, according to him, this is the sage's truth is in his mind, and the content of this book is useless, whether it can be used to pad the buttocks, or to light a fire, it can be regarded as having some effect. Li Fuyao was speechless about this, and although he did not approve of it, he did not oppose it.

This old Confucian has walked too many roads and seen a lot of scenery, but he doesn't know the truth in the book and doesn't seem to know too much, so he always carries a bookcase, so he makes up for it?

After falling a sunspot, barely stabilizing the situation, Li Fuyao took the initiative to ask: "Uncle Xi went down the mountain a few days ago, although I don't know why, but Uncle Liu and Uncle Xie have been a little strange in the past two days, it should be that something happened to Uncle Xishi, does the old gentleman know what happened?"

The old Confucian frowned, "Your two uncles are reluctant to tell you, do you think you can have an answer by asking the old man?"

Li Fuyao smiled and said: "Some people are insiders who feel that it is difficult to speak, but the old gentleman is not an insider, what is not good to say, besides, how do I and the old gentleman look at it, it can be regarded as some incense." ”

The old Confucian shook his head, for the first time he felt that the young man in front of him was a little shameless, but in the end, he just sighed, and did not speak directly, but asked: "Li Fuyao, your sword practice time is not short, you tell the old man, except for those old immortal saint sword immortals in this mountain and river, who is the most powerful?"

Li Fuyao was surprised: "Isn't the old gentleman a hidden master, and he has contributed to the creation?"

The old Confucian was also confused, and asked, "What do you say?"

Li Fu shook his head with a smile, so he wouldn't tell the old gentleman in front of him that what he said before was something that was often found in those books that he had read when he was busy making a living.

The old Confucian didn't delve into this matter, was silent for a moment, and said with a smile, "The saint doesn't come out, and some monks can be discharged between the mountains and rivers, but they are all Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and Buddhism. But you have to know, the head of the Yanling Palace, the master of Shen Xie Mountain, and the master of Huiguo of the extreme west Buddha land, how can the three of them say that they are also the top five monks, but the first, it has to be regarded as the master of Shen Xian Guan Liang Yi, who is known as only half a step away from crossing the last threshold and entering the sea of sanctification。 ”

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "When you mention this master, it means that Uncle Xi's descent from the mountain has something to do with him?"

The old Confucian had an approving look in his eyes, but he didn't say it thoroughly, " A swordsman in the twilight realm slashed out a sword against a master who ascended to the pinnacle of the towering realm, which was originally a stupid thing with a sword, but someone was willing to do it, no one could stop it, whether it was you or Xu Lin on this mountain, or your two uncles, four brothers and sisters, according to the old man, Chen Sheng is an acute son, he likes to show everything, Xi Chunan's temperament is actually similar to Chen Sheng, but he knows how to suppress it, and now he doesn't want to suppress it, what should he do, just go and hand out a sword according to his temperament, and die as he says it is used here, is it appropriate？”

Li Fuyao pondered for a long time and asked: "Uncle Wash will not take out a sword for no reason, that Guan Master is far away in Shen Xie Mountain, if Uncle Xi says that he wants to go out with a sword for what kind of character, it doesn't make sense at all, that is to say, Guan Master will climb Sword Mountain?"

The old Confucian looked at him approvingly, and said with a smile: "Li Fuyao, it's a waste of your brain to practice swords, it's better to study with the old man, maybe when you become a scholar like a Confucian sage who can open peace for all generations, this is much more worthy than becoming a sword immortal." ”

Li Fuyao tugged at the corners of his mouth, didn't answer, just watched Xie Lu come over from a distance with a sword, the old Confucian kept his mouth shut, for the three people at the foot of the mountain, he was the most reluctant to provoke this cold female swordsman, for fear that if she didn't agree, a sword would be handed out, his old bone, but it seemed that she couldn't afford to stab a few swords.

Li Fuyao put down the chess pieces, threw the son to admit defeat, for the way of chess, he was not how proficient, when he wanted to learn this Go, he just wanted to eat more, and then after stabilization, he did not spend much effort to study, and now it is normal that the chess strength is not high, when he played chess with Wang Yanqing before, he was actually disgusted very miserably, and the old Confucian is estimated to know, so he deliberately gave in at the beginning.

After Xie Lu walked over, he looked at Li Fuyao and asked, "Sword competition?"

Li Fuyao stood up, pressed the green silk on his waist, and nodded. He has suffered enough these days, but it is of great benefit to the way of the sword, compared to last year, he only crossed the second realm, and now he is almost touching the threshold of the sword qi realm, but against Xie Lu, he is always not advantageous, before Li Fuyao made a good sword move, so that Xie Lu's clothes broke a hole, although at that time compared to the sword junior Xie Lu praised a few words, but the next day, he found that his Uncle Xie was obviously much more powerful than before, this time not to say that he could support dozens of moves, not even ten moves.

When Li Fuyao thought of this, he had no other way but to smile bitterly.

Before the sword competition, Li Fuyao secretly looked at his Uncle Xie's expression, and felt that this sword competition would not end well, but he didn't think about anything else, after the green silk on his waist was unsheathed, he used Xie Lujiao's sword move as always, and then supplemented by the sword qi that Liu Yibai said as the beginning, but after a sword was handed out, Xie Lu hit him on the wrist with Xiaoxue, Qingsi almost got out of his hand, and finally although he still held it, but the next sword, Xiaoxue was already about to wipe his neck.

Li Fuyao was taken aback, hurriedly avoided the sword with sharp sword qi, and then stopped the sword with inverted green silk, and a cold sweat broke out in this back and forth.

The old Confucian watched with relish, but he didn't notice that the old ancestor on the mountain, Xu Lian, didn't know when he came to him.

The old ancestor stood with his hands in his hands, his long snow-white hair moved with the wind, looking at the two people who were competing with the sword, he nodded and praised rarely: "Xie Lu's swordsmanship attainments, compared to the ordinary climbing realm, it is not too much, if it is not enough realm, it is actually more than a lot, although the realm of Fuyao is low, but in fact, he has been fed the sword so many times, he has enough experience, there are often tricks between life and death, if he goes down the mountain at this moment, it is actually not bad." ”

The old Confucian dismantled the stage mercilessly and said: "Are you afraid that Liang Yi, this old guy, will demolish your entire Sword Mountain together, so you say that, according to the rules of your Sword Mountain, there is no sword qi realm, what kind of mountain." ”

Xu Xiao said calmly: "I said earlier, Fuyao is not a disciple of my Sword Mountain, and now he is not on the mountain, just at the foot of the mountain, and he can't talk about going up and down the mountain." ”

The old Confucian was speechless for a while, flicked his sleeves, and did not speak.

Xu Xiao suddenly asked, "Do you think the old man can't beat Liang Yi?"

The old Confucian asked rhetorically, "Are you sure?"

Xu Lin nodded, "Liang Yi, who came out of the sheath and fugue, was originally just a cultivator in the ascending realm, he was injured in the rainy and foggy mountains, and then he was stabbed by the first south, although he didn't know the effect, but it would not be so easy to take it after all, and now he is almost only in the state of the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Realm, the old man was also in the ascending realm back then, and then fell down and climbed the stairs, wandering in the Spring and Autumn Realm, and there are still hidden diseases." It's just that it's okay to have a dozen swords, and Liang Yi can really take over a dozen swords from the old man?"

The old Confucian frowned and said, "It's good that a character like Liang Yi can really be regarded as an ordinary monk." ”

Xu Lin asked rhetorically, "The old man is a mediocre person. ”

The old Confucian smacked his lips and sneered: "When you and Bai Zhihan were in the realm of ascending the building, tell me, how many swords did he use to kill you?"

Xu Lin frowned and didn't speak, that genius swordsman who has always been ranked number one on Sword Mountain is indeed amazingly powerful, and there are really few people who can dare to say that they can match him in the same realm.

The old Confucian finally patted the shoulder of the old ancestor Xu Lin very sympathetically, "If it is possible, the old man would like to see how this fight is fought, but it is very likely that it will not be able to fight, Chao Qingqiu has not had news in the demon land for several days, if it is killed by the two giants, it will be forgotten, but if it is killed, there will be news coming out, since it is not, it may be that Chao Qingqiu is not dead, Chao Qingqiu is not dead." There are really few people in the world who dare to turn your barren mountain into a barren mountain. ”

Xu Xiao was silent, just watching the sword competition between Xie Lu and Li Fuyao come to an end.

Xie Lu hugged his sword and left as always, leaving Li Fuyao alone panting in place.

Xu Lin walked over and looked at one of the two teenagers on the mountain.

Li Fuyao hurriedly bowed, but did not speak.

Xu Xiao spoke calmly and said eloquently, "You washed Uncle Xi to find the master to make a sword, and now it is considered to be dead, but there is something left before leaving, do you want to hear it." ”

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xu Lin nodded and said: "Xi Chunan's last wish is his sword to hide fish, one day, if you are lucky enough to meet it when you travel through the mountains and rivers, bring this sword back to the sword washing pool of Sword Mountain." ”

Li Fuyao said softly: "It will definitely live up to the trust." ”

Xu Lin patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and laughed softly: "Originally, the old man wanted to send you down the mountain, but then I thought about it, maybe you have to miss a good fight, even if you don't forget it, the viewer will not be embarrassed by you, and if you really send you down the mountain, maybe your sword heart will also be hindered, but if you really step into the sword qi realm, you must go down the mountain, my sword mountain used to emphasize escapism, and now it has to be born." ”

Li Fuyao pressed the green silk on his waist and nodded.

The old ancestor stopped talking, turned around and went up the mountain, he wanted to re-raise his cultivation to the peak before the Lord came, although there were many sequelae left, but he had to get through the current situation.

After Li Fuyao went up the mountain, he suddenly remembered the smile that Uncle Xi had smiled at him before he went down the mountain, and Li Fuyao was a little uncomfortable.

Uncle Wash is such a person who likes to hide everything in his heart, and the things that are occasionally revealed are not so thorough, but according to Li Fuyao, it is also very good.

As for why this is so.

It was so.

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The mountains and rivers are fine, but in the demon land in the north, a certain ocean, now the sword is soaring, and a white-robed man can be vaguely seen standing with a sword, facing the two huge monsters in front of him, and smiled indifferently: "How, can you still trap me now?"

The voices of the two huge monsters that seemed to roar came out, "Chao Qingqiu, do you really think you're leaving?"

The white-robed man's expression remained unchanged, "I'm going to leave Qingqiu, and no one can stop me." ”

The voice did not fall.

Once again, an extremely powerful sword aura suddenly appeared.

The sea water poured in, and a huge water sword gradually formed, and the tip of the water sword pointed at the two big demons.

The sword aura in the sky is endless.