Chapter 291: Old Man Bamboo

The wind and snow are blowing, and the cold is bitter.

The old man held the bamboo in his arms silently, his eyes blank, staring quietly at the frozen pool in front of him.

I don't know how long it has been, he suddenly spoke: "Aren't you going to Guanghan Academy, why do you have time to see me, an old man?"

Lin Xuan shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "A certain female swordsman in red is going to Guanghan Academy to cause trouble, everyone in Guanghan Academy was driven down the mountain by Dean Gong Lingxue, and now she is the only one left in the academy!"

"I have nowhere to go, so I just came to meet Zhu Lao!"

"Really?"

A hint of surprise appeared on the old man's face, Lin Xuan and he had known each other for almost three years, and the old man Zhu was indifferent to anything, this was the first time Lin Xuan had seen this kind of expression from the other party's face.

"It seems that your dean has broken through, otherwise with her past character, she won't care about your life or death at all!"

Zhu Lao looked at Lin Xuan, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Suyue who was standing at the door, he was full of emotion.

"This is a magnificent era, it is the world of young people, and the blessings and misfortunes of the world are all decided by you!"

Lin Xuan didn't say anything, in his eyes, old people would be like this, sentimental.

Seriously calculated, in fact, his age is far older than this old man, and according to his generation, he is at least the other party's grandfather's generation.

But he is a young man, not only looking young, but also young in heart.

In fact, Zhu Lao is not called Zhu Lao, just because he is holding a bamboo all day long, so the neighbors gave him the title of Zhu Lao.

After this name reached the old man's ears, not only did he not get angry, but said that he had long since abandoned his past name and gladly accepted the title.

"You have a good talent, it stands to reason that you have already comprehended the artistic conception, why can't I see it?" Zhu Lao stared at Lin Xuan, with a burst of invisible oppression, and asked after a long time: "I want to hear the truth, have you comprehended the artistic conception?"

There are not many things in the world that can hide from him, as long as he looks at it carefully, any secrets will be revealed in front of him.

But Lin Xuan was an accident, Mr. Zhu felt that he had comprehended the artistic conception, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the artistic conception he was carrying.

Lin Xuan sighed deeply, and he said in a low voice: "If someone else asks me this question, I will definitely not say it, and I will lie to him!"

"Why?" asked Bamboo Old.

Zhu Lao leaned over and stood beside Lin Xuan, a head shorter than him. When he looked up at Lin Xuan, the first thing he saw was the long sword behind his back.

"Because Zhu Lao is a swordsman, the kid is clumsy, and he doesn't understand it until today!" Lin Xuan's eyes flickered, and he said softly.

"What do you say?" Zhu Lao touched the bamboo about five feet long in his arms and asked casually.

Lin Xuan waved his sleeves and dusted off the wind and snow around him, and he replied: "Ordinary people in the rivers and lakes tend to pay attention to people's bodies, looking at people's faces or eyes, while swordsmen generally subconsciously put their eyes on the sword!"

"That's it?" Zhu Lao was stunned, a little unconvinced.

Lin Xuan nodded, and he said softly, "This is enough!"

"It seems that I still underestimated you before, just this insight, you are destined not to be an ordinary person!" Zhu Lao said with a smile.

"It's just that I still don't understand, why don't you lie to the old man?"

"Because you're a swordsman!" Lin Xuan looked at Zhu Lao, looked at his cloudy eyes, and said word by word.

Zhu Lao exhaled a hot breath, and he asked again: "

Don't you ever lie to a swordsman?"

"Of course not, the swordsmen I have teased are not a thousand, but eight hundred!"

"Actually, it's because I can't see through you, let alone your sword!" Lin Xuan replied: "Anyone in this world has traces to follow in front of me, but Zhu Lao gives me the illusion that you are in another world, and you don't exist in this world at all. ”

Lin Xuan's expression became serious, he was telling the truth, among the people he had seen, this old man was the most peculiar one.

When they met in the past, he always felt that the other party was hiding something, as if he had suppressed the feelings in his heart, as if he was something else.

Until this moment, he suddenly brightened up and thought clearly about the cattiness.

He is accumulating momentum, raising swords, and accumulating his sword intent.

Once the old man in front of him burst out with his sword intent, it was bound to cause earth-shattering turmoil.

Lin Xuan was a swordsman, although he wasn't now, but he used to be, and he finally understood why this old man gave him a special feeling.

Because the other party is also a swordsman, he is in a state of hiding a sword like him.

"Then how do you feel when you look at other swordsmen?" Zhu Lao reached out and rubbed his scarlet eyes, and said softly.

Lin Xuan showed a thoughtful look, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I am fortunate to have met the first prince in the world, Yan Wenxuan, he feels like a sword to me, an indestructible divine sword, as if there is no one and nothing in the world that can stop his steps, and nothing can be intact under his sword." ”

His face was full of melancholy, and he was even more excited, and his eyes burst out with a glint of eagerness.

"I have also seen Li Qinglian, he is like a mountain, a mountain made up of thousands of sword weapons, his breath is majestic, and everyone who faces him is breathless. ”

Lin Xuan paused, and said in a regretful tone: "His people are just like his sword, unique in heaven and earth, and terrifying beyond description. ”

To be honest, his biggest regret in this world was that he couldn't personally comprehend the swords of these two swordsmen, their swordsmanship was indeed very strong, but they were only weaker than swordsmanship Lin Xuan didn't feel weak.

Compared to sword intent, more than momentum, or anything else, he is far inferior.

If he only competes with sword moves, compared with the subtlety of swordsmanship, he is not weaker than anyone else in this world.

"It seems that you respect them very much!" Zhu Lao shook his head slowly, he pondered for a long time, and then whispered, "Maybe you will see them again in the future!"

Lin Xuan was silent, he didn't speak.

He didn't know if Yan Wenxuan was dead, but Li Qinglian was definitely dead, and she didn't even have a single hair left.

Before Li Qinglian died, he gave everything he had to Lin Xuan, the sword moves he comprehended, the sword intent he comprehended, and the sword moves and sword intent that he took away from others.

A swordsman like Li Qinglian would never do such a thing if he wasn't sure that he wouldn't survive.

The cold in the courtyard was so heavy that it seemed to freeze people's souls.

Lin Xuan was wearing a thin red dress, his face was not red or panting when he spoke, and he was completely unaffected by the cold.

It seems that the old bamboo old man is not as simple as it seems, he just looks old after all.

He saw a lot of things from Lin Xuan's words, and there was a kind of meaning of hating each other.

There are not many people in the world who are willing to meet swordsmen like Li Qinglian and Yan Wenxuan, because very few people can survive under their swords.

The people who look forward to meeting them are often swordsmen who have confidence in themselves, so this kid surnamed Lin is also a swordsman.

Combined with the sword he had seen before, he was now more certain of Lin Xuan's identity.

Zhu Lao stretched his waist, and he said thoughtfully: "You have seen both Li Qinglian and Yan Wenxuan, and you are still a swordsman, so you should be able to see the level of these three people." ”

Three, he's talking about three, not two.

Of course, Lin Xuan understood what he meant, he nodded emphatically, and replied softly: "Li Qinglian and Yan Wenxuan's swords are between the two middles, but if you have to divide the high and low, Yan Wenxuan is superior!"

"I can't evaluate Zhang Suyue's sword, because I haven't seen her shoot, whether a swordsman is strong or not, it always depends on the sword in his hand!"

The snow in the sky has stopped, but the north wind has not.

The wind blew on its own, blowing the snow on the treetops, the snow on the eaves, and the snow on the ground.

"So......" Zhu Lao coughed lightly, and he asked, "What is your sword intent?"

"A smart young man like you in the world has basically realized his own artistic conception, since you are a swordsman, you should also have your own sword intent. ”

Lin Xuan thought for a moment, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "I forgot!"

"Forgot?" Zhu Lao frowned, a little incredulous, and he asked, "How can you forget?"

"I took the initiative to choose to forget...... Lin Xuan was expressionless, his eyes were clear, and he replied: "Now I have forgotten what kind of artistic conception I comprehended in the past......"

"Then how much do you remember your swordsmanship?" Zhu Lao's voice was a little angry, and he looked angry.

A swordsman abandoning his swordsmanship and sword intent is completely an insult to kendo.

"I have forgotten all about swordsmanship, and I still have some scattered memories in my mind, but it won't be long before I forget them cleanly!" Lin Xuan said slowly.

"What disease do you have?" Zhu Lao's face was full of incredulity, he could see that Lin Xuan liked swordsmanship, but he couldn't figure out why the other party wanted to forget the artistic conception he had comprehended, and why he had forgotten the sword moves he had mastered.

Lin Xuan raised his head, he looked at the vast sky, looked at the scorching sun in the sky, and said loudly: "Only by forgetting it completely can we be invincible in the world!"

"You ......"

Zhu Lao was stunned, looking at Lin Xuan's expression, he seemed to notice the subtlety, and laughed softly after a long time.

"You're so daring!!"

"The old man has read countless people in his life, but this is the first time I have seen someone like you!"

"Even if it's Sword Venerable's swordsmanship that is shocking to the world, it's far inferior to you!!"

"I just hope you don't regret it......"

"Alas!"

He let out a long sigh, a little distraught.

He felt as if he was really old......

Zhu Lao walked towards the house and threw a sentence at Lin Xuan: "Just in time for dinner, let's eat something together!"

Lin Xuan smiled faintly and followed.

Inside the house.

Lin Xuan sat on the bench with a spring breeze smile on his face.

Zhang Suyue sat opposite him with a blood-colored sword, her face was not good, and she seemed to have a grudge against what he had done before.

Zhu Lao held the bamboo in his left hand and the chopsticks in his right hand, and ate with relish.

Zhang Suyue's sword is the sword of Senior Brother Jianzun, so she is probably that person's apprentice.

And she is respectful to Zhu Lao, so Zhu Lao's identity is obvious, and he may be Jian Zun's senior brother.