(ps: Ask for a monthly pass, Momoda, there is another chapter.) ）

Naturally, no one would rescue a child for no reason.

But there is really a saying of luck in this matter.

If the child hadn't been caught, he wouldn't have met the swordsman in the prison.

The swordsman thought that he had made a big mistake, so he sealed the sword, deliberately let people catch him, and went to prison, without any other thought, just waiting for death.

He has no other attachment to the world, and he is bent on death.

It happened that his sentence was the same as that of the child, so he was put in the same cell.

Nothing is right at first sight.

For the first few days, neither the swordsman nor the child spoke.

After all, the child was too thin, too short, and no one thought he was fit to do anything, and perhaps death was his only belonging.

Until one day later, the swordsman accidentally grabbed the child's hand.

It was an extremely thin pair of arms.

Gripped by the swordsman, the child looked up and looked at each other.

The swordsman sees many things, and the child can feel many things.

So it was logical that he became the disciple of the swordsman, and that disciple had no attachment to the world, but he would not watch a good seedling being killed by these mortals.

So on a dark and windy night, the swordsman sent the boy out of prison.

He didn't leave, because he really had no attachment to this world.

The boy left the prison with a book of swords and a sword.

Thus began to travel in the world.

He has traveled many places.

When I walked through these places, I also killed many people.

Among those killed, there are good people and bad people.

But in general, there are still many bad guys.

After traveling in the world for almost a hundred years, the child has grown up, but he is still short, and he has gone from an ordinary person to a Taiqing Realm swordsman with that long sword.

He originally started from the middle of the small end, and he suffered a great disaster, and it is normal that his temperament is a little weird.

It's just because of this that the temperament is too paranoid.

Because his family was ruined, he always felt that if he wanted not to be bullied, he had to become the most powerful person in the world.

Fortunately, his talent is not low, otherwise the swordsman in that prison would not have accepted him as a disciple.

Three hundred years later, he had finally become a swordsman.

It's only a line away from the sea.

Maybe you want to, and you can step over.

It's just that for some reason, he hasn't taken that step for a long time, otherwise there might be another Canghai swordsman in this world.

Of course, this is his own idea.

Until one day, he heard a sword in the mountains.

Then he saw that many swordsmen had gone to Whitefish Town.

He understood what the sound of the sword meant, but he ignored it, because in this world, not everyone is worth relying on.

It's not worth your life for anything.

It's not even worth being in danger.

So he didn't go out of the mountain that time, but he sent his disciples out to investigate.

It wasn't long before he learned about the reopening of Sword Mountain.

Choose to teach.

At first, he didn't have much interest in it.

His thoughts in this life are probably still the sea, not controlled by others.

Until someday after that, because of something.

He chose to go out of the mountain, so he went to Sword Mountain.

The child back then became the current white man.

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"The story stinks and grows. ”

Bai Weng looked at the things presented in the wine glass, and was very disgusted.

The old man smiled and said, "Looking back on your life, if you don't feel the slightest bit proud, it's really not a good story." ”

Bai Weng was still in a cold mood, "Good stories are in the future." ”

The old man said: "Some of those stories in the past have not been presented, why do you want to be this master?"

Bai Weng was silent.

The old man took a few sips of wine and sighed: "This mountain is not another mountain, and it is not something that people with ulterior motives can touch. ”

Bai Weng said: "If you can stop me, I'll talk about it." ”

Saying this, Bai Weng didn't plan to spend it here any longer, he raised his sword and handed it out to the old man.

This is an ordinary sword, there are no bells and whistles, just like a child, a sword is handed out, piercing the old man's body.

There was not a single trace of blood.

The old man was not a real person in the first place.

He looked at Bai Weng and still smiled, "Why do you think you are such a person?"

Bai Weng ignored it.

Draw back the sword.

The courtyard disappeared.

The front is just a mountain road.

He looked into the distance and continued walking.

A story has a beginning and an end, and the same is true for doing things.

Bai Weng's back gradually disappeared on the mountain road.

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Soon after, a young man in a gray robe with a tired face came to the side.

Wushan River.

He also saw a small courtyard.

There is still a stone table in the small courtyard, but there is no pear tree.

Wu Shanhe pushed the door in and saw the gray-robed young man sitting at the stone table.

The young man looked at Wu Shanhe and said softly, "Why do you have to fight?"

Wu Shanhe walked into the small courtyard, did not sit down, just stood, and said calmly: "Because it should have been fighting." ”

"I've been saying that this is my sword mountain. ”

The young man asked, "Why do you think this is your sword mountain?"

Wu Shanhe said: "Why not mine." ”

The young man tapped his hand on the stone table, and then said, "There is no reason. ”

"There are many unreasonable things in this world, but what I have done is not unreasonable. ”

Wu Shanhe's expression was flat, and he pressed the mountain and river sword on his waist.

The young man said, "Please drink." ”

When he said this, he didn't know where to take out a wine bowl and put it in front of Wu Shanhe.

There is wine in the bowl, and there is a story in the wine.

If nothing else, this should be another story.

But Wu Shanhe just glanced at it, then reached out and picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

The young man looked bitter, "There is no such thing as you. ”

Wu Shanhe can't be taken as common sense.

Wu Shanhe said calmly: "I was originally a disciple of Sword Mountain, how could I not know the wonder of the Sword Mountain Great Array, how could the ancestor not tell me the mystery of this if he valued me so much?"

The young man sighed, and wanted to say something, but it quickly dissipated.

Wu Shanhe walked out of the small courtyard with an expressionless face, and soon continued along the mountain road.

If Bai Weng wants to break through this Sword Mountain Great Array, he must first defeat me Wu Shanhe.

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Bai Weng walked on the mountain road, and the higher he went, the more he was attacked and killed many times.

Old Ancestor Xu Lin is a rare kendo genius in a hundred years, and he has held Sword Mountain for so many years, and his familiarity with the Sword Mountain Great Array has reached a very terrifying point, although he is not presiding over this big array now, but the terrifying degree of this big array is needless to say.

Even in this big array, Bai Weng was far from being at a loss.

He had a lot of worries, as for why, it was naturally not because of the sword array, but because of the "person" who was watching him from a distance and the sword qi on "that person".

Those sword qi and sword intent were all the strongest that Bai Weng felt.

He can even conclude that if he walks to the top of the mountain, he will definitely have a battle with "that person" at that time, and that may be the strongest opponent he has encountered since he practiced swords, but Sword Mountain is already like this, and there is such a backhand?

Or is there a swordsman who has stepped into the sea with one foot in the sea sitting on Sword Mountain?

But if this is the case, why is it so easy to watch the main beam go up the mountain back then?

Bai Weng frowned, looked ahead, and muttered in a low voice: "No matter what, I'm here, whoever stops me is a matter of a sword." ”

This sentence was very hard, but unfortunately the voice was too small and did not come out far.

It didn't get too many people to hear.

It's just that not far behind him, there is already a gray-robed young man standing there, looking ahead, his expression unhindered.

He pinched the mountain and river sword at his waist, looked ahead, and seemed to want to take out the sword at any time.

An old voice came from the mountain road.

"The world belongs to you young people, but if you do something, maybe you will become dead. ”

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's expression became extremely strange, his face turned pale, but his hand still held the sword tightly.

If you really want to use a sword against him, then let it go.

After all, this is the sword mountain of his Wu Shan River.

It's not someone else, it's his Wu Shanhe.

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The days are not short.

After Li Fuyao walked into the ruined temple alone, the first thing he did was to drag out a jar of wine from under the stage where there was originally a statue.

Then I looked at the dirt for a long time.

It took a long time to pick up a wine bowl and pour himself a bowl of wine.

He had just practiced swordsmanship back then, because his uncle Xie Lu was either intentional or unintentional, and did not tell him that he had to climb to the top of Sword Mountain before dark, so he stayed on the mountain road for a long time.

Therefore, he lost his qualification to become a disciple of Sword Mountain.

At that time, the ancestor Xu Lin gave Li Fuyao a red lantern, and then Li Fuyao went down the mountain and stayed at the foot of Jianshan for several years.

Liu Yibai, who is dominant with sword energy, and Xie Lu, who is unparalleled in swordsmanship.

And the uncle who is very gentle at all times washes the first south.

Chen Sheng is his nominal master, but it is actually these three uncles who really taught him kendo.

Therefore, Li Fuyao has great respect for these three uncles.

This was the first time he had returned to Sword Mountain since leaving Sword Mountain.

Revisiting the old place is nothing more than that.

It's mostly sentimental.

Especially when the deceased is no longer there.

Li Fuyao thought about the sword competition with his uncle Xie Lu every day, thought about washing his uncle and tempered his sword intent with him every day, and thought that he had nothing to drink with his uncle Liu Yibai.

This was perhaps the happiest time of his sword training career.

I don't have any other ideas, just practice swords.

Li Fuyao took a sip of wine, then put down the wine bowl and picked up a handful of dirt.

His head was buried in the earth.

There were a few whimpering.

It has been more than ten years since I met a few uncles for the first time.