Zhao Changfeng led Lingyunmen and his party to the north for five days, resting at an inn ten miles away from Wuyang Town.

At this time, the sky was already cold, the west wind was blowing slowly, and the inn's wine flag was trembling slightly in the wind, but there was silence all around.

The inn is not big, but it is the only way to Wuyang Town, less than half a day, the inn inside and outside the gathering of people from all over the world, the inn is soon full, some of the high rollers have to find an open space outside the inn, will rest.

The Lingyun Gate led by Zhao Changfeng arrived early, and asked for two rooms at the inn, and Qingshuimen also came early, but this time Shen Luoxue did not come.

In one day, the usually deserted inn was surrounded by people inside and out. The scene looked very lively, but few people made a loud noise.

Everyone knows where this behavior comes from.

Until dusk, from the official road in the distance, a person walked up, stepping on the wind and dust.

The man was dressed in gray cloth clothes, with some stubble on his face, about forty years old, his appearance was not good, but he had an aura of not being angry and arrogant, and there were endless vicissitudes in his eyes.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and someone whispered, "It's coming!"

The man walked slowly to the store, someone in the store consciously let go of a table, but he walked to the darkest corner of the store, found the smallest table to sit down, and put the iron sword in his hand on the table, the iron sword was wrapped in a layer of gray cloth, I don't know how much wind and frost experienced, the pattern on the hilt of the sword is also full of years of desolation, that sword in addition to looking a little heavier, it is also unremarkable, not a sharp weapon that sharpens iron like clay, but, everyone knows how terrifying this sword can be in the hands of the person in front of him.

The shopkeeper hurriedly came over and asked, "What does this guest officer want?" Our small shop, there are so many people here today, the guest room is full, what do you want to eat first?"

The man didn't look up, but said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I live in the stable, bring me a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and put more green onions!"

"Okay guest officer, wait a minute!"

Inside and outside the store, up and down, hundreds of pairs of eyes are looking at this dim corner.

"That person is the Sword Saint?" asked a Lingyun disciple who was following Zhao Changfeng.

He nodded and said, "It should be, the whereabouts of the masters of the rivers and lakes are generally uncertain, and I have never seen the demeanor of the Sword Saint, and today is the first time." ”

In the crowd, a blind man in ragged clothes walked out, holding only a handful of three strings and a bamboo pole in his hand, and staggered to the table where the man was sitting, sat down on the other side, put the three strings and bamboo pole in his hand aside, his two eyes were like a layer of gray mist, and said slowly: "The blind man can't see, dare to ask, who is coming?"

The man smiled in a low voice and said, "Down, Li Zongyuan." ”

"Oh~" The blind man let out a long sigh and said, "Sword Saint Li Zongyuan, why are you here?"

Everyone knew that the blind man was knowingly asking, but no one interjected.

The little junior disciple of Lingyunmen asked Zhao Changfeng next to him, "Who is this blind man?

Zhao Changfeng waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, this old gentleman is a well-known predecessor in the rivers and lakes, known as the sad and blind old man, Mo Ran." ”

"Sad Wind Blind Old, then what is the relationship between him and the Sad Wind Divine Palm?"

Zhao Changfeng smiled and said softly: " This sad wind blind old in the blind eye, the title on the rivers and lakes is the sad wind palm, this predecessor is not only a set of sad wind palm crown martial arts, that hand three strings is also one of the leaders, in the early years of hard practice, palm method, only a pair of meat palms can play all kinds of masters complained, the family was a squire, when he was young, he did not like to read, preferred to play the three strings, and later his parents and family were killed by the enemy, he practiced the palm to seek revenge, and the enemy fought a big battle, the last palm slapped on the enemy's heart, killed on the spot, and his eyes were also blinded, since then, he walked the rivers and lakes with a handful of three strings, wandering uncertainly。 After this great change, the old gentleman's music also has a more desolate meaning, which is not something that ordinary people can fully comprehend. ”

"Oh, I see. Lingyunmen's junior brother nodded.

Li Zongyuan looked at the old man in front of him, paused, and said: "The word Sword Saint, don't dare to be! I made an appointment with someone to compete in Wuyang Town, just to compete with him in martial arts." ”

"The person you asked for is the Demon Sect Master, Helian Ji?" asked Mr. Mo Ran.

"Yes, this is the person. ”

Everyone knew this, but when they heard him say it himself, they still couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you know that this person's martial arts are so high, Li Xiao, the eldest disciple of Xuanqingmen that day, a rookie in martial arts, a leader of the younger generation, kung fu is by no means under the long-famous martial arts masters, in the battle with Helian Ji, he was killed if he couldn't get three together?" the old man continued to ask.

"I know below!"

"Then do you have a chance of winning in your heart? Can you beat Helian Ji in this competition?" the old man changed his tone and asked faintly.

"I can't beat it!"

"Ah......h

The old man didn't ask anymore, just nodded secretly, his brows were tightly locked, his face was full of vicissitudes, and every wrinkle was a grievance.

At this time, the shopkeeper came up with Yangchun noodles and put them in front of Li Zongyuan, and the noodles were sprinkled with green onions.

He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat them.

The old man couldn't help but laugh when he heard the sound of him eating noodles, and said, "Do you remember how you became a Sword Saint?"

When the old gentleman heard this, the man swallowed the noodles in his mouth, put down the chopsticks, and thought for a long time before he said: "The killed Li Xiao is only twenty-seven years old. ”

"That's right. ”

"I grew up practicing swords, and at the age of twenty-seven, I felt like I was just a third-rate swordsman all my life. He paused for half a minute, and then continued: "At that time, my swordsmanship hadn't improved for a long time, and I knew that I wasn't a talented person, and practicing swords was too hard, and I couldn't hold on." ”

"Kung fu, these two words, it takes time. ”

Li Zongyuan nodded: "At that time, I didn't have anything, but I had a lot of desires. I want to have money and I want women to keep me company. At that time, all I wanted was to live in peace. The only thing I didn't think about was to become a Juggernaut. ”

His voice was not high, and there were hundreds of people inside and outside the entire inn, but there was no noise, and they all listened to him with bated breath.

He ate two bites of noodles and said: "In those years, I went to the dart bureau as a dart master, to build houses for people, to be a thug to take care of the house, I did everything, and when I was busy, I would make some small money, and I might forget the unwillingness in my heart." ”

"We are the only ones in the rivers and lakes who are unwilling in our hearts, which is the root of all suffering. The old man laughed.

Li Zongyuan smiled heavily: "Of course there will be painful times, and the sword that has been practiced for more than ten years is just that." Twenty-seven years old, twenty-seven-year-old sword immortal Gu Bai has already realized the Taibai sword, and walked out of the Taibai Gate alone, which is unique in the world, and has the name of "Sword Immortal". ”

"And then?" asked the old man again.

"Later, I still practiced swordsmanship, and slowly passed the age of thirty and forty, and I knew that the swordsmanship was infinite, and I could not fully understand it in my life, and every step was a step. ”

"Every step is a step, a swordmaster, that's how it came about. The old man said loudly.

Li Zongyuan ate all the noodles in the bowl.

"In this battle, you went alone, not to say that you defended the Central Plains martial arts against foreign races, did not say that you killed demons and demons, and competed in martial arts, not for fame, not for profit, why should you bother?"

Li Zongyuan smiled and said: "Fame, fortune, fame and fortune, I'm just obsessed with swordsmanship, every inch I enter, I have the joy of making an inch." I don't think much about the rest. ”

The old man frowned, knowing what he meant by this, he didn't want to sell his reputation to be a hero, but he was doing the things of a hero, the word sword saint, only he could afford it.

"You are a sword saint, the prestige of the rivers and lakes is here, why eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles, if you have no money for a while, I and everyone here are willing to pay for you to eat. The old man said this sentence in a hoarse voice for some reason.

Li Zongyuan drank all the noodle soup in the bowl, put down the dishes and chopsticks, smiled, and said in a deep voice: "When I was young, I thought that money was not important, but I was wrong, at that time, money was very important to me, I needed money for everything, money for eating, money for dressing, money for finding a woman to start a family, and money for practicing swords." Later, I was no longer young, I thought money was important, I was wrong again, money, not important. I only have seven copper plates on my body now, enough to eat this bowl of Yangchun noodles, and after eating this bowl of noodles, I should go on my way. ”

With that, he got up, put the seven copper plates on the table, picked up the iron sword on the table, saluted the blind old man, and turned to walk outside.

Everyone's eyes followed him, but they saw him walking forward step by step, in the direction of Wuyang Town.

The blind old man didn't say anything more, and when everyone began to make noise, he picked up the three strings next to him and sang:

"Look at Jiangnan, the wind and smoke are just right

The flowers of Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloom early, and the mountains and rivers are far away and there are few people

There are few lonely cities, and the sunset is still shining

Look at everyone, the wind and dust are thousands of miles, the rivers and lakes are romantic, and the remnants of the mountains are a dream

You don't see it, full of clothes, long sad white hair, like snow fluttering

Seeing this human road, sigh, sigh, sigh!

As soon as the strong man is gone, the wind is bleak again"