A long river of flowing between heaven and earth, the white-haired sword cultivator stood against the wind, looked back at the sword mountain, the earth-shattering sword intent disappeared in an instant, he jumped down from the air with his hands on his chest, squatted on the head of the ancient city, looked at the bald young man with dull eyes, and still could not ease his mind, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, have you already thrown yourself to the ground for the five bodies I worship, and think that there can be such an invincible swordsmanship in the world, or such an invincible person." ”

Jiang Huai clasped his hands into fists and before he could speak, he was gently held against the man with two fingers, shook his head and said, "There is no need to come to that worldly etiquette in this place where birds don't, you can't break it." ”

After the white-haired Jian Xiu finished speaking, he jumped down lightly and walked away in a dashing manner, as if remembering something, he paused in front of that step, looked back and smiled: "I will take you to Sword Mountain in three days, before that, you just need to keep a normal heart, as for whether your strength has recovered or not, it doesn't matter too much." ”

Although he was stopped by the man, Jiang Huai still bent down and saluted, and the white-haired sword cultivator pursed his lips and walked towards the grass hut closest to Sword Mountain.

Wan Shanhe sat on the wall, his legs hanging in the air, the white-haired sword cultivator didn't get up when he came or left, he just smiled back, and he said hello, he knew better than anyone that the master didn't care about these trivial details at all.

Because this world is not in the eyes except for the appearance of things, no matter whether your cultivation is high or low, anyway, it is not as high as me, no matter what tricks you have, you can still only kneel in front of that sword.

It was even on a cloudy and starry night, sitting in the same place, and hearing a strange story that made him jaw-dropping.

He tugged at the corner of the white-clothed young man's clothes, and asked with a smile: "Don't look at it, my master is that temper, don't say it's you, even if the emperor of Chongyang Kingdom comes here, he still ignores it." ”

Jiang Huai retracted his gaze, sat on the side of the young man, took out a jar of wine, took a sip, and then placed an altar on the side of the red-robed young man, "This is what you said about Senior Qing?"

Wan Shanhe nodded, just glanced at the thing in front of him, and did not pick up the wine, he was not tired of drinking, but felt that it was better to drink wine when he was upset and depressed, otherwise his good mood would be dizzy, why bother.

The traces left by the sword qi waterfall just now were still faintly visible in the air ahead, just like the cloud head that had not been closed for a long time.

The white-clothed young man was still immersed in the sword that split the sky, as the white-haired sword cultivator said, it was the worship of the five bodies to the ground, and he used to think that Ding Qiu's sword opened the river or the bamboo tower flying sword of the green bamboo sword immortal was already extremely good, but now he realized that there was really a sky outside the sky, and he could even open the sky.

The sky is getting dark, the morning glow is rolling in the sky, and even a few cicadas chirp are luxuries in this sparsely populated place, but there is no lack of smoke, laughter and laughter.

Beneath the city, there are a few houses that have begun to smoke from the cooking, and a few young children chasing and playing on the path that is not called a street, all of which have a special tenacity.

Jiang Huai looked around, turned back and asked, "You have been living here?"

Talking about this topic, the red-robed young man drank the wine directly, nodded and said: "Almost, I will occasionally go out for a walk, but it doesn't hurt to reveal an unknown secret to you, the world thinks that my master and these people are entrenched in the north to protect the corner of Chongyang Kingdom, but the facts are not contrary to reality, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are selfish." ”

He pointed to the sword mountain that was high above the sky, squinted his eyes and said: "No matter what realm the sword cultivator is, as long as he cultivates near this sword mountain, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort in terms of enlightenment and condensation, do you say that anyone wants to stay here for a long time." ”

Jiang Huai nodded, but asked again, "Then do you know where this mountain came from?"

The red-robed young man smiled slightly, put down the wine jar, and showed a hint of awe, "I want to say that the mountain is a sword, do you believe it or not?"

Jiang Huai asked, "Is it a half-immortal soldier?"

Wan Shanhe, who folded his hands, shook his head, "Guess again." ”

Jiang Huai, who was originally as usual, trembled, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "It won't be..."

"Stop, stop. ”

Wan Shanhe hurriedly waved his hand, and then said with a smile: "Although you and I are like being undressed in someone's eyes, there are some things that are better not to be said." ”

The red-robed young man, who remembered some memories of the past, continued: "Not only people, even if a sword stays nearby, it will give birth to some spirituality over time, and because of this, it is even more difficult to let those old guys get out of such a golden platform and take all kinds of risks to accompany you to wander the world. ”

He glanced at the fiery red sword behind him and whispered, "Thank you, senior." ”

The long sword trembled slightly, and it was considered to be a response.

Wan Shanhe got up and looked at the top of his head that was even brighter because of the moonlight, covered his mouth and snickered, picked up the wine jar and turned back, and said with a smile: "Okay, you just stay here and sleep together in heaven and earth, anyway, you will have to leave in a few days, just take a look at this different scenery, if you are really bored, count the stars." ”

When Wan Shanhe turned over and went down the wall, the young man in white sat cross-legged, sticking to the Yuan Shen, constantly absorbing qi into the mansion, slowly compressing the remaining six hundred zhang qi mansion margin, looking forward to the time he was looking forward to.

The yellow sand holds the bright moon, pouring ten thousand oblique glows.

How many people in the north of the city head enjoy this round of bright moon, and how many people in the south of the city head have witnessed the yellow sand here.

At a certain point in time, a rickety old man and a young girl with eyes like autumn water crossed several large states, and finally arrived at a mountain called Dragon and Tiger Sect.

The old man quipped: "Why, isn't it because you have been liked by others for the first time since you were a child, but you are not the sword fairy who fights with swords and is not a hero with many achievements, but it is the scholar you hate the most, and you are very disappointed?"

The girl in neat clothes didn't say a word, a little dull, so she took out a chicken leg wrapped in oiled paper from the close-fitting void bag, and devoured it in a big gulp, still not minding to purse her mouth with her cuffs and smear it up and down.

The old man shook his head with a wry smile, looked at the glance that swept in as soon as he entered this sect, and said in a voice from his heart: "Tell your master, I will go to meet those old immortals." ”

The girl tugged at the sleeve of the old man's shirt with feeling, and shook her head to prevent him from leaving.

She knew that she was going to the north to punch those old kings, and for the sake of the so-called ordinary people, was it really worth fighting in boxing.

The old man laughed, stroked the girl's forehead, his face was full of kindness, and said with a smile: "I don't believe in grandpa like this, I think that if I go for this, I will die, or I will be interrupted by someone if I throw two or three punches?" ”

The girl Chu Chu said: "What if." ”

"What if?"

The old man made a fist with one hand, and a dragon roared out, and stepped forward in one step, "In the end, you really don't understand the weight of the three words Xie Changsheng, if there is a case, then break the case." ”

He looked up at the bright moon that was staring at tens of millions of people, and quipped: "In time, someone will come from afar..."

The girl pouted, and reluctantly answered, "Then wait and see." ”

The old man showed a hint of relief, brushed his sleeves up, swept up the sky, looked back and forth with a little reluctance, and finally accepted his heart, and whispered: "There are some things that must be cherished." ”

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Two days passed in a blink of an eye, Jiang Huai not only sat on the top of the city to absorb Haoran, but also followed the red-robed young man to walk around this place that was not too big and similar to a small town, and he could be regarded as getting to know a lot of heroes who were really hidden in one place.

In addition to the iron man surnamed Lu, there are also Mr. Lu Guanshan, who loves to make wine the most, and as for the other sword cultivators who are unknown but can be seen at a glance, there are dozens of them in this small place, although they are not deliberately revealed, but they still can't hide the sky-high sword intent that comes from within.

At this time, the white-haired man in a gray robe who thought he was the best in the world in swordsmanship waved his hand under the ancient city wall, and without saying a word, he turned back and walked away.

Jiang Huai, who was teased as a "little monk" by the locals while sitting cross-legged, immediately followed.

On this dirt road leading to Sword Mountain, from time to time someone cast a look and looked expectantly.

Wan Shanhe, who was carrying a fiery red sword, squatted in front of the iron man, looked at it with his cheeks crossed, and muttered: "Old man Lu, do you guess if he can get one of the three remaining half-immortal soldiers." ”

The lean man who drank heavily burped, picked up the delicate hammer that had pressed down a few inches from the ground, and struck a long-cherished strange stone from beyond the sky with a thunderous force.

The red-robed young man hid a trace of jealousy in his eyes, pursed his lips and returned to the white clothes who had already walked through the grass hut and continued to move forward, and muttered: "Don't be nondescript, it's too disappointing if you don't even deserve this scabbard." ”

In front of the majestic mountain full of long swords inserted above the sky, because of the inadvertent small movements of a white-haired sword cultivator, in the increasingly thick wave of sword intent, he split a sheep intestine path and led straight to the foot of the mountain.

Qing Wuji stopped sideways and said indifferently: "Soothe your heart, press your palm on the sword mountain, close your eyes, if you are interested, you will see the flying sword that is willing to follow you, which one you want, take that one, but you have to remember it, there is only one chance, if you can't pull it up, you will have no chance." ”

Qing Wuji stepped back again, and said with a smile: "Come on!"

Jiang Huai nodded, sat down cross-legged in front of the mountain, hesitated for a moment, gently stretched out a hand against the mountain, and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, the sky suddenly turned, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and an endless path that was dark and only a little light under his feet stretched out along the way.

The young man took a step forward gently, and the six hundred zhang vast land in the Qi Mansion, together with the two golden little Jiao, suddenly surged back and forth, raising his head fiercely.

This silent and silent dark road suddenly appeared from both sides of the starlight, constantly looking at this place, and a tall man with a jade face walked in front of the young man in one step, slowly stretched out a hand, and said in a deep voice: "My name is Baifu, and I am willing to walk with you and have a glimpse of the mountains and rivers here." ”

The young man pondered for a moment, shook his head although he was unwilling, bent down and clenched his fists, and said, "I want to go further." ”

The tall and handsome man not only did not get angry in the slightest, but took the boy's refusal for granted, and said with a smile: "It should be like this." ”

After these words, the man's figure dissipated, and thousands of eyes were instantly hidden on both sides of the dark path, and he thought that he was inferior.

The boy took another step forward, the golden light in his body became more and more scorching, and a looming broken word slowly appeared above the boy's head.

In an instant, one person suppressed the rest of the sparkling lights that flew at the same time, and appeared in front of the young man.

A white-clothed woman with skin better than snow and willow leaves and long eyebrows stood sideways, cast a blessing, put her chest against the young man's arm, and said softly: "The son has such a talent, and he deserves to ascend to the sky step by step in the future, but I am willing to let the little woman accompany him and serve one or two, and I can also pass the boring time for you."

She pursed her lips and smiled, and her eyes seemed to hook the soul, making people psychedelic.

The boy shook his head again and again like a rattle, and he was extremely decisive.

The woman looked at her angrily, and immediately dissipated her figure with a broken sentence of "no conscience".

The boy continued to stride forward, but he could take dozens of steps without a single light.

He was also blocked by an invisible light curtain, and he couldn't take another step.

But just as the boy was pondering, a hoarse voice came from farther down the path, and its voice was as heavy as a question.

"The first Baifu grade is not too high, you can understand it if you refuse politely, but the second phantom sound has reached the extreme of the ground-level flying sword, why are you more decisive than before!"

The young man's cheeks flushed at the thought of this, and he whispered, "I have a girl I like." ”

"Louder!"

The young man suddenly raised his head and said loudly: "If a certain girl sees through the truth and takes such a sister every day, the chance of one in 10,000 will be even more slim." ”

After a moment of silence, someone said again: "It turned out to be an infatuated child, come to see me in front!"

The invisible light curtain shattered in an instant, and after the young man walked dozens of steps, he saw a white-haired old man standing with his hands in his hands, and there was snow piled up on his shoulders, and he could feel a bone-chilling cold air before he reached his body.

The old man said in a deep voice: "I will give you a choice, one is to answer my three questions, if it is in line with the old man's mind, then I will help you, you must be answered by the heart, if it is a fraud, I will personally take action to trap you here, there will never be a day, the second is to choose not to answer, turn around and return, I can ask for you to meet the phantom again, don't worry, think about it." ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the young man bent down and clenched his fists and said, "Please ask your seniors to ask." ”

The old man nodded, and asked with a smile: "When you take the sword on this trip, do you have the intention of returning with a half-immortal soldier on your back, and you must tell the truth." ”

Jiang Huai nodded and shook his head, and said slowly: "When I set off from the School Palace, I really hope to have a good sword like someone, splitting the river and the sky, so chic, who doesn't yearn for it, but when you go far and really hold a sword, you find that it's not like that, whether you can split the river and open the mountain depends on your personal skills, not to mention whether it is suitable for you is the most important, just like the fiery red sword in the hand of Wan Shanhe, I have personally learned the burning fire, it is naturally extremely powerful, but..."

When the young man said this, he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "I didn't say that the senior is not powerful, but I can't have a trace of yearning from the bottom of my heart." ”

He hurriedly said: "No, no, it's not that appropriate." ”

The old man waved his hand and said indifferently: "I already understand what you mean, according to someone's words, it feels like you can't walk on a road, but have you ever thought that sometimes swords are more difficult to find than people." ”

He then smiled and said, "Since I didn't add some situations to this issue before, it naturally doesn't count. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who do you hate the most so far?" ”

Jiang Huai was silent for a while, and in this dark place, he saw a child who was only up to his waist, running back and forth in the dilapidated and leaky grass hut, just to make himself warmer on a cold winter night.

The quilt, which had been washed countless times and thinner, was occasionally blown up by the cold wind and slammed against the mud wall, as if to mock the child's incompetence and blame the two small hills that had never been masked and had urinated in the mountains outside the village.

Even after a few years, the child became taller and taller under the alms of everyone, and in addition to studying with the gentleman, he would make wontons, do chores, and earn some extra money.

But he remembered very well that at that time, he would most like to have a pair of boots with cotton, so that he could run faster, and even the cold wind could not catch up.

He had the courage to ask the gentleman who had been in the town for decades what kind of person his father was.

He still remembers that sentence vividly.

"Your father and mother, very ordinary people, not even very good in the eyes of others, but they have tried their best to help you, such as the footprints kneeling in front of the doors of the town, the sad words of pleading, you must not hate them in the future, your father and mother love you very much. ”

Jiang Huai squinted his eyes, didn't let the tears drop, turned his body and quickly wiped it, and said to the white-haired old man who was waiting for the snow on his shoulder: "Before I was ten years old, I hated my father and mother the most, hated them for making me unable to eat every day, hated them for making me face the cold wind every day, my hands and feet were purple, I hated them for letting others scold me for being raised by dogs, and hated why they couldn't see me..."

The young man couldn't hold back anymore when he said this, and his tears fell, remembering the word "flower willow" written by Mr. in the palm of his hand that day, and roared heartbreakingly: "But I don't hate it now, I know why they call me a dog in private, I know what kind of person my father and mother are, but so what, they have given me everything they can give, they deserve to die, I want to kill them, I want to kill them!"

The young man in white kept beating his chest, as if he had entered a demonic barrier, and his eyes were always those cold words and extremely ugly whispers.

The eyes of the old man with snow on his shoulders flashed with a trace of disdain, and he snorted coldly: "I have really read so many sage books in vain, although my talent is extremely good, but if my state of mind is so bad, I don't know what ugly things I want to do in the future, the old man is really ashamed of being in the company of people like you, so retreat quickly!"

The young man in white burst into tears, and the aura of Haoran, whose hideous expression was out of place, seemed to turn into a sharp sword.

The young man clenched his fists, a wisp of blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and he kept roaring: "I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them!"

The white-haired old man had no patience any longer, shook his head, and was about to knock him out with a palm, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was firmly grasped by a person.

The white-haired old man was slightly stunned, and instantly lost his momentum.

The cotton-robed man who oppressed Wan Jian to stand on the top of the mountain said with a slight apology: "It was I who made him fall into this illusion, and it was also me who personally awakened his memory of self-enclosed, and I hope that Xue Lao will not be surprised." ”

The white-haired old man nodded, but still a little dissatisfied, and asked, "I don't know why the adults did this." ”

The kind-faced man in the cotton robe smiled: "There is a whim, of course, it is also intentional, I just want to see what it is like for a scholar who forces himself to behave well and tolerate everywhere to go crazy." ”

He stretched out a finger and gently tapped it on the top of the young man's head, and slapped his hand across his hand to open a long river of time, dragging the young man into it.

As soon as the scene turned, the young man who was holding his head and moaning in pain instantly woke up, but he was stunned again, he was actually standing in Qianping County, and as far as he could see, he was gritting his teeth and enduring some kind of absolute pain a few years ago.

In a corner not far from the child, there were several women, pointing at the young man, whispering, saying that the woman with a watery poplar must have been born a mongrel.

Then someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Jiang Huai immediately turned around, and a tall man in a cotton robe stretched out his hand and handed out an ordinary iron sword, and said with a smile: "Don't you want to kill those people who break their mouths the most, as long as you hold this sword and put it on their heads, these people you hate the most will also die in the real world." ”

The young man looked at the tragic appearance of the child's lips biting out blood, and unconsciously stretched out his trembling hands, quickly withdrew his hands and shook his head: "No, no!"

The cotton-robed man said with a smile: "Why, do you believe that this sword has such great power, or do you say that the great principles you have learned do not support you to do such evil deeds." ”