Not long after the master came down the mountain, the old Confucian with the bookcase on his back chatted a lot with the ancestor Xu Lin on the mountain road, and then Xu Lian, who had white hair and looked dull, nodded.

The old Confucian said with a smile: "Don't worry, at most three or four hundred years, the old man will return you a swordsman who ascends the tower." ”

Xu Lian's expression was indifferent, "Don't force it, since he has already had the idea of going down the mountain, no one can stop him, but now after going down the mountain, you can take care of it more." ”

The old Confucian nodded, sighed a little, but didn't say anything, after going up the mountain, he went straight to the sword mound, and didn't say a long word to the young man in the sword mound, saying that those sages and sages were told, just that Xu Xiao had agreed with you Wu Xiaomu and the old man to travel the world together, and come back in three or five hundred years.

The sword mound was silent for a long time before responding.

Wu Shanhe, who looked a little haggard, walked out of the sword mound, still hanging the mountain and river sword from his waist, only saw the old Confucian student, but did not see the old ancestor, and his first sentence was that I will not go down the mountain.

The old Confucian blew his beard and glared, almost giving him a chestnut immediately.

After a while, he figured out the key to the old Confucian and comforted him softly: "Xu Lin is already in such a situation, you also know the current situation of Sword Mountain, it is not a way to withhold on the mountain, after going down the mountain, increase your cultivation, and one day become a great swordsman who stands up to the sky, you can reason with the master, wrench your wrist, and then go to Shen Xie Mountain to find the field, return to Sword Mountain, and re-shine the swordsman's vein is your burden, you can't shirk it, you are on the mountain, in fact, it is no different from escaping." ”

Wu Shanhe looked in a trance, and finally nodded, but he had to meet Li Fuyao before going down the mountain.

The old Confucian waved his hand, did not block anything, after Liang Yi went down the mountain, there will be no major events in the sword mountain in a short period of time, but it will soon become a real barren mountain, according to the current situation of the ancestor Xu Lone, at most three or five years will run out of oil and lamps, the swordsmen on the mountain except for Wu Shanhe and Xu Lone, in fact, are all illusions, in order to hide people's eyes, the three people at the foot of the sword mountain are half a living person, and the rest do not exist at all, and after Wu Shanhe goes down the mountain, there is only Xu Lone left on this mountain, and his last time is needless to say, is to lay down a sword formation in this sword mountain, so that this sword mountain can no longer have outsiders to climb the mountain, unless one day, Wu Shanhe or Li Fuyao, who became a great swordsman, can return to this mountain.

Naturally, if there are other swordsmen with advanced realms who are willing to go up the mountain, it is also feasible.

At least the monks of the three sects in addition to this, if they want to forcibly climb the mountain, they are afraid that they will be stabbed into hedgehogs by the countless swords on this mountain.

After all, there are only a few talented monks in the world who are as talented as the Lord.

Walking out of the sword mound, the old Confucian and Wu Shanhe went down the mountain, and after coming to the foot of the sword mountain, the old Confucian looked at the Taoist with a smile, saying that he wanted to talk to her about the book, Ye Shengge ignored the old Confucian who seemed to have bad intentions, just dug one pit after another in the open space under the sword mountain, and planted the peach blossom branches she had found one by one from the bottom of the mountain.

The old Confucian ignored Ye Shengge, and was not annoyed at all, but after choosing a good open space and sitting on the ground, he flipped through the book, during which he glanced at Li Fuyao, who was sitting on the big bluestone and drinking, several times, with a complicated look in his eyes, he couldn't think clearly, the two disciples on the mountain, Wu Shanhe and Li Fuyao, whether it was the root bone or the cognition of the way of the sword, Wu Shanhe was better than Li Fuyao, why Xu Lin was still optimistic about Li Fuyao, and was unwilling to use the sword mountain to restrain his sword heart. Is it possible to achieve it because Li Fuyao is your apprentice?

Over there, Wu Shanhe and Li Fuyao, who were sitting together on the big bluestone, drank two jars of wine that Li Fuyao dragged out of the ruins of the ruined temple.

Wu Shanhe's expression was complicated, and he asked softly: "I want to follow the old gentleman to travel through the mountains and rivers, I don't know how long it will take to return to Sword Mountain, do you want to go together?"

Li Fuyao pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I shouldn't be staying long before I go down the mountain, it's just that the place I want to go to shouldn't be what you want to go, besides, it's not that important to travel with peers." ”

Wu Shanhe frowned, "When you climbed the mountain that day, if I told you that you must walk to the top of the mountain before dark, you should be my junior brother now, although the identity of the disciple of Sword Mountain does not seem to be comparable to the current three sect cultivators, it is still a dream place for people who practice swords in the world, you don't care at all?"

Li Fuyao smiled, and did not nod his head, nor did he shake his head.

Wu Shanhe sighed, "I've always wanted a little junior brother." ”

Li Fu shook his brows and asked softly, "Chen Sheng, what are you shouting?"

Wu Shanhe was surprised: "Uncle Shi." ”

Li Fuyao nodded, "He is my master." ”

There was light in Wu Shanhe's eyes, and he laughed, "Little junior brother." ”

Li Fuyao didn't speak, but he recognized this statement.

Wu Shanhe was in a good mood, and the depression in his heart was swept away.

He looked at Li Fuyao with a smile, "The first time you met Senior Brother, didn't you prepare any greeting gifts?"

Li Fuyao corrected in a low voice: "This is the second time. ”

Wu Shanhe remembered for no reason that he had been blocked by Uncle Xie Lu several times before going down the mountain, and his mood was a little complicated.

In the end, Li Fuyao patted the hem of his clothes and signaled that there were only a few things on his body, which one do you see?

Wu Shanhe did take a closer look at the things on Li Fuyao's body, and the sword box he was carrying behind him contained several swords He didn't know, but he couldn't ask for it no matter what, after all, the sword was too important for a swordsman, and finally Wu Shanhe thought for a long time before pointing to the wine gourd on Li Fuyao's waist.

That's what Liu Yibai had nothing to do some time ago, this Uncle Liu is a free and easy person, and he never deliberately thinks about leaving something, so this wine gourd is not something he left for Li Fuyao, it's just something that Li Fuyao found out in the ruins of the ruined temple.

Li Fuyao thought about it, and quickly untied the wine gourd, handed it to Wu Shanhe, and instructed softly: "This is Uncle Liu's thing, you take good care of it." ”

Wu Shanhe was a little stunned after taking the wine gourd, originally he only thought that this thing was Li Fuyao's, but now it is not Li Fuyao's, but Liu Yibai's.

Wu Shanhe nodded, "This is not what you gave me, but I will keep it well, and when you really want to give me something one day, come and change it?"

Li Fuyao asked suspiciously, "What gift do you want?"

Wu Shanhe thought for a while, "There are sharks in the sea of the North Sea, and the scabbard made of shark skin is worthy of my mountain and river sword, how about it, next time you see me, find me one?"

Li Fuyao thought about it, and finally agreed to it, but he didn't say that he would definitely be able to find it, after all, these things are not simple.

Wu Shanhe jumped off the big bluestone, shook the wine gourd in his hand, and signaled that he would see each other in the future.

Li Fu shook his head and poured another large sip of wine into his mouth.

Ye Shengge stood up and didn't look at Wu Shanhe, but after wiping her sweat, she felt a sense of accomplishment, just like when she stepped into Qingsi from the same step.

Back then, the Guan Zhu took out a heavy treasure on the mountain and gave it to Ye Shengge, which shocked the other Taoist priests on the mountain, and it was at that time that the things about the Guan Zhu and Ye Shengge gradually came out.

After the old Confucian and Wu Shanhe cleaned up, they prepared to go down the mountain, but Xu Lonely did not appear from beginning to end, which made Wu Shanhe a little disappointed.

Walking on the mountain road, Wu Shanhe was listless.

The old Confucian was leisurely.

He was so excited that he even casually read out one or two sentences of the sage, which made Wu Shanhe's spirit even more inspired.

And when the two of them came to the green water lake at the foot of the mountain, they actually saw a white robe by the lake in the distance.

The old Confucian was speechless.

Wu Shanhe doesn't know why.

The white robe just disappeared in a flash, and Wu Shanhe didn't see it clearly.

The old Confucian sighed and said: "You little wood, your luck is really bad, if he gives you a few words, it will be more meaningful than you have practiced swords for ten years." ”

Wu Shanhe asked cautiously, "That's Chao Sword Immortal?"

The old Confucian nodded.

Wu Shanhe gasped, obviously frightened.

The old Confucian asked "understandingly": "Chao Qingqiu must have gone up the mountain, why don't we go back to the mountain and ask him to give you a few words?"

Wu Shanhe looked at the mountain road, thought about it, and then shook his head.

The old Confucian smiled and asked, "What, can't you give up?"

Wu Shanhe was a little embarrassed and said: "I just feel that the fate has not arrived, and I can't force it, but in fact, if Chao Jianxian can give me a few words, it must be an excellent thing." ”

The old Confucian patted him on the shoulder and said with appreciation: "You little wood, you have a good temperament, just with this idea, not to mention anything else, just the future, it will not be bad." ”

Wu Shanhe smiled helplessly.

After walking a few steps, the old Confucian asked again: "Really don't go? This is a sword immortal, just like this in the mountains and rivers!"

Wu Shanhe had a bitter face, "If you say it again, old man, I will really regret all my intestines." ”

The old Confucian laughed heartily and was in a good mood.

You Xu Lin is not optimistic about Wu Shanhe, but the old man is going to tell you that this guy is not worse than Li Fuyao, or even better, if not, wait for a hundred years to take a look.

Let's see who's stronger!

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And on the Menchen Mountain Road, Chao Qingqiu, who was dressed in a white robe and had a pale face, stood on the mountain road and looked at Xu Lian, who was full of white hair, and laughed silently.

Xu Xiao smiled freely, the age difference between the two is actually not big, but Chao Qing is even more lonely.

Carefully calculated, the two are actually of the same generation.

Xu Lin laughed in a low voice: "Chao Sword Immortal, majestic." ”