The spring climate in Changling is the most suitable, the temperature is not low, and it is not too humid like many places in the south, and it is very clean.

The two carriages met in a street somewhere in Changling.

A noble man sitting in a carriage.

The nobles of Changling are very fond of talking about things in the carriage because of secrecy. Two carriages can meet at any time in a certain alley, and they quickly staggered by, as if they had never met.

In one of the carriages sat a young man in a black thorn gold shirt.

His face is square, his eyes are calm, and his heroic spirit is compelling.

The clothes on his body are embroidered with gold thread and the pattern of the tiger, which is magnificent.

"How long will my father last?"

He asked softly as the two carriages staggered by.

In the other carriage sat a middle-aged man, dressed in a purple official uniform, the dazzling purple even in the dim carriage reflected his face a little purple.

"If the drug continues to work, up to five years. Listening to the young man's question, he replied respectfully.

"So if the drug doesn't work as well as it does now, a few years at most?"

"Three years at most, but that's not the most important thing. The man in the fuchsia official uniform said heavily: "The most important thing is that his mind is not as clear as before, and some things are forgotten too quickly." ”

The young man fell silent.

It's really the most important, too bad thing that he can't change at the moment.

The two carriages separated, and the carriage he was in continued forward.

In the street ahead, there were two vendors who were fighting for some reason, and many people gathered around to watch the excitement, and the road was blocked for a while.

The young man's heart was dark, and he felt that this road was like his future at this time, and at this moment, he heard someone whispering outside: "There is a business, my master wants to talk to you... My owner is from Jiaodong. ”

......

The big boat is in the middle of the water.

Yun Tang looked at Wang Jingmeng, his good-looking eyebrows raised slightly, "It's so blatant, let everyone in the world know your whereabouts, who told you this way." ”

Wang said in surprise: "I thought of it myself. ”

"Do you think there will be someone like me standing by your side?" Yun Tang said, "So sure?"

Wang Jingmeng shook his head: "People have the curiosity to know the truth after all, and I know that there must be many people who are worried that they will become the next Gu Liren. ”

"As far as I know, Gu Liren has only met you for a few days, and then he returned to the Bashan Sword Field. Yuntang said: "The time spent together is too short, so you really have such a deep feeling?"

Wang Jingmeng frowned slightly.

There was a sword intent in front of him.

A sword intent rushed straight into the sky from in front of him, and the sails above were shaken, and the wind suddenly drove more, and the speed of the ship was a little faster.

Yun Tang smiled faintly.

She looked at Wang Jingmeng and was also a little satisfied.

Knowing the heart by the sword.

She understood what Wang Jingmeng's sword was trying to say.

It is difficult to find a soulmate who understands himself in this world, and what he gets today and the world he sees is all due to Gu Li.

Some teachers have taught students for many years, and the students are still spinning in the limited world, but Gu Liren and Wang Jingmeng have only met for a few days, but he has already seen a new world.

It doesn't matter how long the time is.

"Go, take that pearl and give it to him. ”

She was also heroic, and waved her hand to say a word to a woman in palace clothes behind her.

The woman in palace clothes was her junior sister, and when she heard her words, she was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "That thing is not reserved for Bai ....."

"Sword cultivation is also mind cultivation, not the length of time. I let Bai Shanshui in the cold pool, grinding her sword heart. Yun Tang smiled faintly: "She doesn't need this Jiaozhu to improve some True Yuan cultivation, and if she wants it, doesn't she kill Han Jiao herself, and she still wants me?"

......

Bashan is approaching.

The big ship was replaced by a small boat.

The sound of apes gradually filled the two shores.

On a rocky beach, a few bamboo poles prop up a canopy.

In the canopy, the division commander who was holding a book of sword scriptures was waiting for Wang Jingmeng's arrival.

In the evening, two young men dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes walked out of the nearby mountains and forests.

A young man wears a pair of worn straw sandals with his toes exposed.

He was a little thin, his hair was a little yellow, and his face was covered with dust, and it seemed that he had traveled a long way to finally get here.

The other young man was very strong, even a little too stout, not as well-proportioned as an ordinary cultivator.

"I'm Mao Qijie, he's Zhang Fifteen, we started earlier than you, so we should be considered your senior brother. ”

The somewhat thin young man walked towards the humble canopy, and when the division commander raised his head to look at him, he said very directly.

Division Commander Luo stood up, put away the sword scripture, and then bowed slightly to the two of them, and said calmly: "I've seen two senior brothers." ”

"I had just returned from Guanzhong, but he happened to be planting flowers in a nearby valley. But I just happened to hear that you were waiting for them here, guessing that you should want to compete with Wang Jingmeng here?" Mao Qilian looked at Shi Changluo's demeanor was too plain and not close enough, but he didn't care, and smiled gently.

He had long heard that Shi Changluo was extremely talented, taught himself the Sword Sutra, and his temperament was very lonely.

"Why don't you just wait for him to return to the Bashan Sword Field?" Zhang Shifu was also direct, and said in a rough voice: "Stopping him here to compete with the sword, it doesn't look like a fellow door, but like a thief who cuts the path." ”

He returned to the Bashan Sword Field, and there were many incidents, and he didn't know if he could have a chance to compete with the sword. ”

The division commander glanced at Zhang Fifteen and said, "What's more, he has some emotional problems at that time, if the sword intent is messy, I can't explain anything if I win, it's not interesting." ”

"I guess it's the same. There was some inexplicable sentimentality in Mao Qijie's eyes, "So I pulled him to take a look, especially I really wanted to take a look first, what kind of person the disciple Uncle Gu was looking for." ”

A bonfire was lit under the canopy.

The sparks float up little by little, and when they fly to the canopy, they go out and disappear.

The sound of the water in the boat is getting better and better.

The three of them looked at the shadow of the boat that had already appeared in sight, and they all got up and went to the water's edge.

Seeing the familiar figure from afar, Mao Qijie shouted directly: "Lin boiled wine." ”

"Mao Qijie, you're finally back. ”

Lin Zhuanjiu stood at the bow of the boat, the breeze with moisture in the river made his hair flutter, and the indescribable joy in his heart was a little sentimental.

"Lin Cookwine, I want to compete with Wang Jingmeng's junior brother here. ”

The division commander was very direct, and said with his chest straight.

"Interesting!"

Yun Tang smiled slightly, she stretched out her hand and lifted it, and all the boats docked.

Wang Jingmeng stepped off the boat.

He met the new three brothers.

This is also the first time that the division commander Luo and Mao Qili and Zhang Fifteen have seen the disciples of the legendary Gu Liren.

They didn't think Wang Jingmeng was anything special at this time, they just thought he was very quiet.