Spring goes to summer and goes again, and then to the end of autumn.

In a blink of an eye, Li Fuyao has been practicing swords at the foot of Sword Mountain for half a year, except for the beginning and the three uncles to learn sword intent swordsmanship and sword qi, most of the following days will go for a walk on that mountaineering road, sometimes with the two sword immortal remnants of the sword, but it is just a sword competition, probably just by the sword fairy surnamed Lu directly stunned, that female sword fairy Xie Shen knew that Li Fuyao is Xie Lu's nephew and has never been out of the sword, every time when Li Fuyao was tortured by Lu Changyan's fierce sword qi, Xie Shen just looked at the distance from the mountain peak, dressed in red, without revealing any words。

After taking a sword every day, he will go to fight with those giant birds, and he must take out his sword until he is exhausted before he can go down the mountain road, and then compare swords with Xie Lu in front of the broken temple at the foot of Sword Mountain, Xie Lu first fought the enemy in the first realm of swordsmen, and then the second realm, which made Li Fuyao miserable, but this kind of sword feeding method, Xie Lu felt very good, and Li Fuyao didn't dare to say more, just wondering when to let Uncle Xie eat his sword, but according to the current progress of this realm, it seems that it is not ideal.

Liu Yibai may be obsessed with wine more than kendo, knowing that Li Fuyao's alcohol is acceptable, so he pulls Li Fuyao to drink a few glasses every evening, but according to this Liu Yibai, it is extremely unpleasant, it is like a sword out of the sheath, unable to get out, not entering. It's just this kind of complaint, Liu Yibai didn't dare to say to Xie Lu at all, and now this situation is actually created by him, if it weren't for the fact that he had to think about getting Li Fuyao drunk one day, so that the kid missed the next day's practice, he wouldn't have been able to drink a few glasses every time he drank with Li Fuyao.

He talked a lot about the truth of Xi Chunan, but in the end, the sword intent only left a few words, which made Li Fuyao a little stunned at first, but after walking a few times and boarding the road, he gradually became clear, and he completely felt that his uncle could go the farthest among the three uncles, which was not unreasonable. It's just that in this way, among the three uncles who taught Li Fuyao to practice swords, it seems that Xi Chunan is the most leisurely.

It's just that even so, Li Fuyao still didn't break through the recruitment of the second realm of tranquility, Chen Sheng walked to the sword qi realm in one year, but this apprentice is far less powerful than his own master, but he has not stepped on the threshold of the second realm for more than a year, which makes Li Fuyao occasionally annoyed, and he admires his cheap master even more.

The old ancestor on the mountain has not gone down the mountain since he went down the mountain once, according to the occasional news on the mountain is that the old ancestor has chosen to retreat and cultivate, and wants to take a few steps to the front of the sword, and then realize that the old man who does not look too strict is the old ancestor of the swordsman on the mountain, a little surprised, but soon calmed down, and remembered more and more that no wonder the old ancestor said to send him down the mountain, no one dared to refute, it turned out that there was this identity here.

In the early winter after the end of autumn, the first snow fell on Jianshan, the snow was not big, but it was just enough to stain the mountains as far as the eye could see with a layer of hoarfrost, and there was a lot of snow on the roof of this broken temple at the foot of Jianshan, Li Fuyao was originally going to take a broom to clean up the snow in the open space in front of the temple, but was stopped by Xie Lu, saying that it was such a snow scene to practice swords, Li Fuyao looked at a loss, and then he accompanied Xie Lu for a whole day of sword comparison, and at the end of dusk, he was covered with bruises.

Xie Lu jumped on the big bluestone and sat down, motioning for Li Fuyao to sit beside her, after sitting down, Xie Lu pointed to the green mountains in the distance, and laughed softly: "I would rather you learn swords slowly, the mountains are boring, although I am dedicated to the way of the sword, but I also occasionally feel bored, you have come for these days, but it has added some vitality." ”

Li Fuyao already knew that once he entered the sword qi realm, after the sword qi could be released, he would have to go down the mountain to travel through the mountains and rivers, and then if he couldn't go further, he didn't need to say anything about returning to the sword mountain, if he could continue to move forward on the sword path, he could go back to the sword mountain to practice, but there were not many swordsmen who chose to return to the sword mountain, most of them either died in the demon land, or died when the retreat broke through somewhere, and the swordsmen who were willing to put the rest of their lives on this mountain had to make a choice in order to continue the lineage of this swordsman, otherwise who would not want to be the kind of chic person who fought the sword world where to go。

Xie Lu saw that Li Fuyao didn't speak, and he didn't feel anything, just smiled: " Fuyao, you are just the same age as the Taoist and other young people in this mountain and river, after going down the mountain, you will represent the sword mountain, no, on behalf of the swordsman's lineage, and they are fighting, it is not appropriate to say that the fight is not appropriate, just think about not insulting the swordsman's lineage, in the past years, there are no newcomers in the sword mountain, but do not make such a plan, but now with you, naturally can no longer avoid talking about it, you are the first newcomer to be able to practice in the sword mountain in this ten years, this burden will naturally fall on your head, a little heavy, but you must carry it。 ”

Li Fu grinned, and for the first time, he felt that after practicing the sword, the burden was much heavier.

Xie Lu said calmly: "Before that big battle, my swordsman was a swordsman with several sword immortals sitting in the mountains and rivers, and there were countless outstanding sword predecessors, in the mountains and rivers, different from the three sects, but none of the three sect monks dared to despise it, and even in the mountains and rivers there are countless sword sect sword sects, and the disciples are all proud of themselves as swordsmen, and now although it is no longer the grand occasion of the past, but which swordsman have you ever seen who is decadent and self-pitying?"

Li Fuyao said softly: "What the swordsman is proud of is not at all in the status of the mountains and rivers, it seems to lie in the sword at his waist. ”

Xie Lu looked at Li Fuyao approvingly, "After learning the skill, there is nothing to be proud of, the pride lies in being worthy of the sword on your waist from beginning to end." I heard Senior Brother Xi say that you think the sword is straight, I think it's very good, straight and straight, this is the sword. ”

Li Fuyao smiled, noncommittal, Xie Lu didn't continue on this issue, and said with a smile: "Actually, there is a kid on the mountain who can actually go down the mountain, but the ancestor is reluctant to send him to death." ”

The corners of Li Fu's mouth twitched, "Uncle Xie doesn't need to be so straightforward, right?"

Xie Lu said calmly: "This is that straight word." ”

Li Fuyao was speechless.

Before Xie Lu left, she said that she didn't need Li Fuyao to compete with the sword tomorrow, she wanted to rest for a day, Li Fuyao didn't say anything after answering, but just rubbed his shoulder in a place where Xie Lu couldn't see.

Then he grinned in pain.

Xie Lu laughed out loud in a corner that Li Fuyao couldn't see, and he really didn't hold it at all at this moment.

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There is more snow on the top of Jianshan Mountain, which is far better than at the bottom of the mountain.

Wu Shanhe, who was released from the sword mound, saw the Uncle Xie when he went down the mountain for the first time, but he didn't see Li Fuyao, so he was not very willing, but then he went down the mountain several times, and he met that Uncle Xie, and he never saw the shadow of Li Fuyao, and even once, Wu Shanhe almost took a sword from Xie Lu, and Xie Lu, who swung out with a sword, the sword was rolling, and he didn't seem to treat Wu Shanhe as a descendant at all, if it wasn't for Wu Shanhe running fast, he was afraid that he would really have to take this sword solidly, which way, in fact, Wu Shanhe would never dare to go down the mountain againBut over the years, the three uncles at the foot of Sword Mountain have obviously been very unkind to the swordsmen on the mountain, but why did they fall in love with Li Fuyao? Could it be that this kid didn't climb the mountain?

Wu Shanhe couldn't figure out some things and didn't think about it anymore, but he just wanted to meet Li Fuyao, after all, there was no one of his peers on the mountain, and there was only one Li Fuyao at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Shanhe, who had nothing to look forward to, walked to the top of the mountain, originally thought that he was going to ask Jianping to see the scenery, who knew that he only stepped on Wenjianping and found that the ancestor was sitting in the center of Wenjianping, and on his lap was the old sword that the ancestor had not brought by his side for many years, the ancestor closed his eyes and was speechless, although there were a few silver threads on weekdays, but most of the ancestors who were still black-haired were now snow-white with long hair, sitting in the snow, almost making Wu Shanhe feel that this was the old ancestor sitting down, so frightened that he hurriedly ran to the front of the ancestor, but found that the ancestor was looking at Wu Shanhe who was almost rolling out of snot and tears with a pair of eyes, Wu Shanhe snorted and said aggrievedly"I thought your old man was sitting like this, if you did, no one would take care of everything on this mountain." ”

The old man smiled angrily: "The old man really died one day, wouldn't this sword mountain not exist in the world?"

Wu Shanhe wiped his face and said stupidly: "Ancestor, you have misinterpreted my meaning. ”

The old man shook his head, shook off the snow from his hair, remembered something, and said calmly: "Do you want to go down the mountain to see that young man, and then your three uncles won't let you see him?"

Wu Shanhe sat beside the old ancestor, tilted his head, and said with a sad face, "Among the three senior uncles, Uncle Xi and Uncle Liu didn't say anything, but it's Uncle Xie, I was thrown up the mountain once I went down the mountain once, and I don't know what the reason is, obviously I didn't do anything excessive, didn't I just want to see that kid?"

The old man smiled but said nothing.

Wu Shanhe was even more depressed.

The old man said calmly: "Wu Shanhe, if you are still in the sword qi realm, the old man will throw you into the sword shrine if he can't say anything, and by the way, throw another wisp of sword qi into it, so that you can see why the sword shrine is called thousands of sword qi, and it has its own atmosphere." ”

Wu Shanhe shrank his head and sighed, "Ancestor, you know that I want to go down the mountain, but why do you always stop me?"

The old man snorted coldly, "Don't think about it, you still take advantage of the old man's life, practice your sword well, and when the old man goes west one day, you will sit in the old man's position and honestly sit in Jianshan." ”

Wu Shanhe shouted, "There are so many uncles and uncles on the mountain, why does the old ancestor want to hold on to me?"

The old man glanced at Wu Shanhe and did not explain.

Wu Shanhe said cautiously: "Just the three senior uncles at the foot of Sword Mountain are rare and outstandingly talented, and it seems very unreasonable for the ancestors to choose me." ”

The old man asked rhetorically, "If the old man is unreasonable, then what do you want to do Wu Shanhe?"

Wu Shanhe was speechless for a while, I don't know what to say, the old ancestor Kendo cultivation is the first person on the mountain without dispute, and the status is even more respected, no one on the mountain has ever dared to contradict it, when the ancestor said that he wanted to be reasonable, the whole mountain can only accompany the old ancestor to reason, if the old ancestor is unreasonable, everyone can only stare dryly, not to mention that he Wu Shanhe, a disciple of three generations, has no way to do anything about this old ancestor.

Wu Shanhe, who sighed and turned to leave, stepped on a series of footprints in Wenjianping, looking a little helpless.

The old man sat silently, everything in the world, wherever there is, follows his own temperament, but the deeper the realm, the heavier the burden on his shoulders, Wu Shanhe is just shouldering this sword mountain, but Chao Qingqiu, who is already a sword immortal, has to shoulder the inheritance of the entire swordsman lineage on his shoulders, and no one is easy.

As for Li Fuyao, the old man didn't think of what he could do for the time being, maybe he and Wu Shanhe are the future of this vein, but no matter what, it depends on how far they can go, if they are not able to take on the big task and the realm is not enough, how can they gain a foothold in the mountains and rivers?

As for the qualifications of these two little guys, Wu Shanhe is even better, this little guy who has been practicing swords on the mountain has parents who have cultivated well, and the bloodline inherited is naturally not much worse, on the contrary, Li Fuyao's parents are ordinary people, and from a congenital point of view, they are already worse than Wu Shanhe, but maybe it is because of the little guy's temperament that the old man values Li Fuyao more, and would rather let Li Fuyao go out to travel the mountains and rivers than Wu Shanhe down the mountain once.

Confucianism has long been said to teach according to aptitude, but this is not unique to Confucianism, just thousands of years ago, the swordsman practiced in a vein and divided into three, and the sword intent, sword qi and swordsmanship were allowed to practice under the door, but later they gradually merged into one way, but it was never mixed up.

It's just that regarding Li Fuyao's descent and Wu Shanhe's mountain practice, although the old man and his three disciples have not communicated face-to-face, they have finally reached a tacit understanding.

If Li Fuyao can reach the Sword Qi Realm, then he will travel through the mountains and rivers on behalf of Sword Mountain and temper each other with a group of talented monks of the Three Sects, if not, then there will be no new disciples in Sword Mountain, and it will be enough to not be born again.

As for Wu Shanhe, he has to stay on the mountain no matter what, and no matter what, he can't rush down the mountain.

The scenery on the mountain is indeed not as simple as it seems to outsiders.

Thinking of the end, the old man looked down at the old sword on his lap, and laughed softly: "I want to give you to that child, I, as a master, have to make up for the meeting gift, but think about it again, that child has to choose a sword by himself, with me, an old and decaying old thing, how can I be high-spirited?"

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Before the wax moon, there were several heavy snowfalls in Dayu, so that many famous mountains seemed to be wearing a snow-white new clothes, which made people look pleasing to the eye, but the heavy snow was difficult to walk, except for those mountain and river monks, in the end, there were no ordinary people who would go out in this season.

The longest Zangyun River in Dayu, because of the depth of the river, there is still no layer of ice on the river, but even so, in a certain section of the lower reaches of the Zangyun River, on the riverside next to a small village, there are still many people fishing on the riverside, but among the dozen middle-aged men, there is a woman in a white skirt who suddenly appeared, she wears a hat, wears a robe, carries a fishing basket and holds a green bamboo fishing rod, and sits on a big rock for a day, even more than the average old fisherman can endure the temperament, and there is no fear of the cold。 This village is actually very welcome to this guest from afar, probably because the woman decided to live in this village, she spent a lot of money to buy an extra yellow mud house, and then bought a lot of things in the villager's house, the bid is much higher than the market, and finally one day to see the men in the village are fishing on the riverside, simply buy all the fishing equipment needed, and start fishing on the riverside, the first few days are naturally no harvest, the man in the village is simple, the fish caught are sent to one or two to the woman in the white skirt, the woman in the white skirt accepts them all, does not shirk at all, just continues to fish by the river on the second day。

A few days later, the woman in the white dress finally had some gains, and began to catch some small fish in this Tibetan Yun River, but after catching them, she casually threw them into the river.

It is rumored that there is a kind of fish named peach blossom in the Tibetan Yunjiang River, the fish body is like the peach blossom general color, the taste is delicious, if there is the aroma of peach blossoms, this fish once it appeared, it attracted a lot of fishermen to fish, these years have passed, this fish is gradually decreasing, the market price remains high, but it is impossible to find.

When this woman in a white dress was reading the scroll in the ascending tower on the sinking mountain, a Taoist senior wrote down the shape of this fish, but she had never seen it, so she wanted to see it.

So here she came.

It's just that until now, I haven't been able to catch a peach blossom.

The woman in the white dress was a little disappointed.

Seeing that it was snowing again, the woman in the white dress looked at the river with some loss, she didn't know where she was going to go and where she was going to see when she went out of this trip, but she stopped wherever she wanted, but she was not reluctant at all.

In the end, the woman in the white dress, who lost her interest, was about to close the rod, when she suddenly felt a sinking in her hand, and there was a fish on the hook!

The woman in the white dress suddenly pulled it, and a fish with a body as colored as a peach blossom was pulled away from the river, but it quickly broke free and rolled into the river.

The woman in the white dress put down the fishing rod, calm as if she were talking.

Sure enough, life is in the world, and unsatisfactory things are seven or eight times out of ten.

Then the woman in the white dress stood up and looked into the distance, and there was a man with an umbrella standing in the distance, quietly looking at this side.

The woman in the white dress suddenly spoke, "I'm Ye Shengge." ”

The man laughed, "I know. ”

Ye Shengge walked a few steps, took off his coat, took off his hat, and said slowly: "I'm not very happy today. ”

The man laughed, "I'm very happy. ”