The division commander Luo left alone, and everyone re-boarded.

Some people are easy to get along with, and some people are inherently hard to get along with.

Mao Qijie and Zhang 15 are the kind of people who are naturally easy to get along with, they belong to the kind of people who will try their best to shout and shout a few more people who are with the same door even if they go to see the excitement.

Speaking of closeness, they naturally became close to Wang Jingmeng.

For Wang Jingmeng, there are many such senior brothers in Bashan Sword Field.

But for them, Wang Jingmeng is the most special junior brother in the Bashan Sword Field.

The choice and path taken by this junior disciple may completely determine the future of Bashan Sword Field.

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When these small boats docked, the mountain gate of Bashan Sword Field was already close in sight.

"That's the stone that Gu Liren cut with a sword that day?"

A woman from Yunshui Palace spoke.

Everyone's eyes naturally fell on the round boulder on the side of the mountain road.

This question needs not be answered.

It's just that the woman from Yunshui Palace who spoke out was a little embarrassed, and felt that her words might not be accurate.

Because Gu Liren used a sword that day, the sword qi fell to this stone from all directions between heaven and earth, but he didn't know whether it was cut or carved by the tip of the sword.

"Who's that man?"

Wang Jingmeng had already heard all these things related to Gu Liren on the road, but his gaze only lingered on the stone for a moment, and then he landed under the shade of a tree on the side of the road.

On a stone in the shade of a tree, a man sits quietly.

This is an old man, wearing an old cloth shirt, his face is very ordinary, but his body naturally exudes a sense of depression that is extremely discordant with heaven and earth.

Seeing him just sitting there quietly, it is easy to instantly think of the lotus pond in the cold winter wax moon, and think of the dead branches and leaves laid on the frosty soil.

"We don't know very well, we just call him Uncle Nangong. ”

Yan Xinlan looked at the man and said, "It's rare to meet in ordinary times." ”

Mao Qijie said softly: "I heard that after Uncle Gu's body was transported back to the mountain gate, Uncle Nangong went out of the mountain gate and kept guarding this stone, and for so many days, he has not left this stone. ”

When anyone is obsessed with something and behaves differently than ordinary people, there must be a special reason.

Qi Hanshan looked at the old man, he thought of a possibility, and then quickly determined this possibility.

He was the first to step forward, bowed, and said, "Is it Nangong Sedum senior?"

The old man nodded, looked at Qi Hanshan, and said, "Do you recognize me?"

Qi Hanshan also nodded and said, "Junior Qi Hanshan." ”

The old man's thoughts didn't seem to be active, he was silent for a moment, and he seemed to remember who Qi Hanshan was, and said, "It turns out that he is the Demon Sword Master, and he is also a friend of Gu Liren?"

The conversation between Qi Hanshan and the old man was very calm, and even because the old man spoke for a long time, it seemed a little intermittent, but the content of the conversation between the two still shocked many people in Yunshui Palace.

They never thought that this old man would be Nangong Sedum.

They also didn't expect that Nangong Sedum would be a person in the Bashan Sword Field.

"I didn't expect you to live in seclusion in the Bashan Sword Field. Qi Hanshan spoke up at this time, and what he said happened to be the voice of many of them.

"Living in seclusion here, accompanied by the strongest swordsman in the world, but he still can't escape the so-called fate and curse. Nangong Sedum stood up, his gaze crossed Qi Hanshan's body and fell on Wang Jingmeng's body, "He is Gu Liren's disciple, did you send him back?"

Qi Hanshan said: "Yes." ”

He had already vaguely understood the old man's emotions at this time, but Wang Jingmeng knew nothing, including the name Nangong Sedum and the story behind the name.

"It turns out that Uncle Nangong... It turned out to be..."Lin Zhujiu and Mao Qijie and the others were all relatively shocked and speechless.

"What do you mean?" Wang Jingmeng frowned and couldn't help but ask.

"There are four major gates in Changling, the Gongsun family, the Lu family, the Li family and the Nangong family. It is the richest and most powerful family in your Qin Dynasty. Yun Tang's voice sounded faintly, she didn't seem to care about being heard by Nangong Sedum Her reply to Wang Jingmeng at this time: "Nangong Sedum, one of the most talented cultivators of the Nangong family in the past hundred years, but it is said that he suffered a vicious curse before he was born. He was born in childbirth, and in order to save his life and his mother's life, his father used everything he could to find medicine, but the medicine he finally obtained from a doctor was the life-saving medicine that the doctor used to protect his wife who had a difficult birth. As a result, he was born, but the doctor died of both his wife and children. ”

"The physician did not know which wizard or which witch book he had heard of it, and when he was full moon, he poked himself in the eyes on the road in front of Nangong's house, cut the flesh on the top of his head, poured corpse oil, lit an oil lamp, and recited a vicious curse and died. ”

As a result, his mother was so frightened that she died the next day in a nightmare. And after that, as long as the people who are close to Nangong Sedum, none of them will end well, and they will all be killed. ”

In the end, even his father was afraid of him like a snake and scorpion and sent him to another dynasty to practice. ”

But in the end, he didn't return home, and lived in seclusion in this Bashan Sword Field, presumably there are many untold stories in it. ”

Wang Jingmeng listened quietly.

After hearing these words, his face did not change much.

"I never believed in the so-called fate and damnation. ”

He walked towards the old man and the stone, his voice calm and unwavering, echoing through the woods.

"Do you really believe in fate and damnation?"

He looked directly into the old man's eyes and asked seriously, "You stayed in Bashan just because you think that my master is the strongest sword master in the world, and it is impossible for anyone to let him have an accident, do you think that by relying on him, you can break the fate and curse that has entangled you all your life?"

Everything in Nangong Sedum seemed unusually slow.

He looked at Wang Jingmeng for a long time, and then laughed, laughing a little sadly, and laughing very relieved.

"No, I don't believe in fate and curses either. It's just that the so-called fate and curse brought about by bad luck have always been with me. Nangong Sedum slowly stretched out his hand, he touched the top of Wang Jingmeng's head, and said softly: "When I saw your master back then, he also looked at me like this and asked me like this. ”

Back then....when he and Gu Liren met for the first time, Gu Liren was naturally not the number one swordsman in the world.

"So you should have taught me a lot of things?"

Wang Jingmeng heard a lot of unusual meanings, and he bowed to Nangong Sedum.

"I don't have a disciple in the Bashan Sword Field, I just taught him something. ”

Nangong Sedum slowly took a deep breath, he nodded to the stone, and said, "This is his thing, I will keep it for you." ”

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