It's been a difficult time.

is to be a senior master in the rivers and lakes, and to pretend to be light and light in front of the descendants so hard.

How dare the old man Huangmei show these sad tears to the young girls under the willow tree, so he had to leave their independent backs for future generations to admire and chase.

Alas, the rivers and lakes know the name of the old man of Huangmei who is full of frogs in the grass pond. It is simply a legendary representative of fame and fortune, playing chess pieces idly, and laughing at the clouds and wild cranes in the rivers and lakes.

But who knows what the old man Huangmei really thought after the realm fell into the realm of the Sword Emperor and the sword broke the Western Chu? Who would choose to live in such a shabby place with enough silver taels? This hundred-year-old body is already prone to insomnia and dreams, and he has to listen to those irritable frogs every night!

How sad!

Wiping the tears of the vicissitudes of his old face, the old man Huangmei took a deep breath and said secretly: "Let's continue to pretend." ”

......

Su Hanshan dusted off his body, and then at the instigation of the crown prince, he mustered up the courage to walk towards the dashing back of the grandmaster on the high hill.

In fact, he also had a plan.

He had this idea when he made a promise before listening to the last game of the sixth round.

"Seniors. ”

Leaving the Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, he has been learning the number of fist salutes commonly used in the rivers and lakes all the way, and Su Hanshan is not so unfamiliar.

"Got it figured?"

The old man Huangmei put his hands behind his back and did not turn around.

"I've thought about it. Su Hanshan sighed for a few breaths, and then said, "I hope that the seniors can ride in the same car with the juniors and return to Tiandu in the north." ”

On the way back to the north, it was enough to have Gu Changting and the thirty-two horsemen who had experienced a hundred battles.

But there have been crises along the way. With open guns and hidden arrows, there are always people who want to put him to death.

Su Hanshan said that he was born with a loss of the original spirit, and he was a person who cherished his life.

Neither can live up to the seventeen Buddha bone rosaries and the Taixuan Sutra in the eyebrows, nor can you live up to the teachers and friends around you who are worried about you. Therefore, he needs a martial arts powerhouse like Huang Mei's predecessor, who is ranked eleventh in the Hundred Soldiers, to be his life amulet.

Old man Huangmei turned around and passed by Su Hanshan.

Sigh inwardly.

Thinking that I knew this was the case, why did I bother in the first place?

Playing chess and fighting with the empty monk was all lost, and he left the green grass pond to protect Su Hanshan all the way. If you open the skylight and speak brightly at the beginning, if you don't look like a master in this world, you won't lose all the money.

Su Hanshan saw that his seniors ignored him.

Standing in place, slightly stunned.

"Stunned, is it possible that the old man wants to sleep in the wild tonight?" The old man Huangmei glanced back at Su Hanshan.

The young man with the wooden hairpin and green silk was overjoyed.

......

Gu Changting and the two school captains sorted out the convoy, and Su Hanshan, who planned to rush to Luofu Mountain in front for a temporary stay, was about to step into the carriage, but saw the young man in Mai who was quietly following the back of the convoy, Chu Menke, leading the horse.

While listening to the sixth game of frogs, Trumanke kept thinking about things.

I just don't know how to speak.

Now that he saw that Huang Mei's predecessor, who had fought with his ancestor and became famous in the world in the battle with the Western Chu Sword Emperor, was willing to walk with the Nine Emperor Princes, he could finally let go of the burden on his shoulders.

Loosening the reins, Trumen looked at the Nine Emperor Princes in green shirts, paused, and knelt down on one knee.

Su Hanshan was surprised.

He respected the young Chu family swordsman who inherited the mission of the Western Chu Sword in front of him.

In the Jiazi New Year when the Western Chu Sword became extinct, the burden on the young people was not only the prosperity and decline of the century-old family, but more importantly, it was actually the revival of the Western Chu country, all of which were pinned on the shoulders of Chumen Ke.

Su Hanshan couldn't understand the heaviness.

Only admiration from the bottom of my heart.

He hurriedly helped Trumanke: "Please get up." ”

Trumen's throat moved slightly, and Su Hanshan, who wanted to speak and stopped, couldn't bear it, so he asked, "Brother Chu has something, you might as well speak up." ”

For a while, Li Tianxia, who turned over and got on the horse, and Huang Shang'er, who lifted the curtain and looked out of the window, both cast curious eyes.

Gu Changting and the others who opened the road in front also looked sideways.

The old man Huangmei seemed to see what Chumen Ke was thinking, so he directly broke it and said: "With the old man accompanying you, you don't need the Xichu Sword on this way." You might as well let him go, it's not a thing of adult beauty. ”

The city of Yangzhou fought with the rain and broke the eleven swords handed down by the family. Trumanke, who has no sword in his hand, feels like a wasted person, and his eyes show self-blame and sadness.

Trumanke finally opened his mouth and begged, "Please allow me." ”

Su Hanshan was silent for a while.

It is difficult for a gentleman not to be strong, although he is half a monk and not a gentleman, he will not force others to do things against his will: "If you make up your mind, I will not be able to force you to stay." It's just that you're alone, the rivers and lakes are vast, where should you go?"

Trumen told the truth: "I want to go back to my hometown and take a look at the 8,000-foot sword wall." ”

Old man Huangmei continued: "It's a good place to go." With your kendo talent, you may not be able to reach the height of the Western Chu Sword Emperor in the past. Maybe this walk, a few years later, there will be a youngest sword immortal in the Jiazi year. ”

Old man Huangmei is not boasting.

Because Su Hanshan also felt this way: "Brother Chu doesn't have to worry. Today is Su Hanshan's promise, my father, when I return to the heavenly capital, I will be clear, and I will definitely not blame the same clan as Brother Chu in the prison. ”

Trumen is not good at words, but he keeps this kindness in his heart.

He nodded heavily.

Look around at everyone, then clench your fists.

......

"How long has he been in the rivers and lakes?" The carriage drove on the suburban road, and the prince in the carriage couldn't help but break the silence when he thought of the young man who was leading the horse and hanging the sword.

"One day. Su Hanshan, who was slightly in a daze, continued.

"It's a pity. Li Tianxia shook his head.

"There is nothing good about the rivers and lakes. The old man Huangmei, who was playing with his left hand and his right hand in the carriage, tried to wake up the young man who was obsessed with the rivers and lakes in a tone that read all the vicissitudes of life.

"It's okay with the wine. Huang Xiang'er pinched a piece of silver and opened her cherry mouth, bit her teeth, rubbed her side cheek painfully, her eyes showed a dull sigh, remembering that she had heard this sentence somewhere, and continued with an old-fashioned attitude.

The old man of Huangmei, who suddenly remembered something, raised his head and looked at Huang Shang'er: "Little girl, did the old man see you decades ago?"

Huang Shang'er was slightly shocked.

Hurriedly hid fifty taels of silver, and moved his butt towards Su Hanshan's position: "You lost money and lost confused, I wasn't born decades ago." ”

Old man Huangmei patted his head.

It's confusing to think about!

......

After saying goodbye to everyone, Trumen turned back to Yangzhou City.

Dead.

He stood at the head of the city, looked at the ten-fold sword, broken in two and plunged deep into the wall, and then led his horse away.

He didn't take the sword with him, because it was the mark of his passing through the rivers and lakes.

Morning and twilight!

He knew that he might be the one who stayed in the rivers and lakes for the shortest time in the Jiazi year, which sounded a little sarcastic, but he would not be reconciled.

This Jianghu, he is just saying goodbye for a while.

He'll be back, with Kenshin.