Hallym Temple.

The cypress trees shed their leaves in the wind, and the summer night gradually fell.

Crickets chirp, summer frogs puff out their cheeks and stick out their tongues, koi can't stand the dullness of the lotus pond, and jump out of the water from time to time to breathe the air of another world. Between the mountain roads, two bleak figures walked slowly with the sunset, and the blue moire boots gently stepped on the fallen leaves between the walking feet, and the sound of broken leaves sounded, like an old cat walking in the wasteland, calm and rhythmic.

During this period, there were whispers.

Profound and long-lasting...

"The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states. ”

"Pride is full of pride, and it swallows mountains and rivers. ”

"This Li Bai's literary brilliance is really convincing. I think even compared to the old dean's article, Li Bai probably has a slight advantage, right?" the red-robed robe walked quietly between the paths with his sleeves rolled up, and asked with a sigh.

Yu Guanchuan held the green bamboo slips in one hand and played with the dead leaves that he picked easily, walking side by side with the red-clothed sacrifice.

After thinking about it, he replied lightly: "The old dean's article secretly leads to the world, and Li Bai's poems are out of the world, and the two can be regarded as equal. It's just that the old dean also praised him as a poet immortal in the world, which shows that his poetry should indeed be slightly better. ”

"The poet of the world is so highly praised. ”

The red-clothed priest nodded noncommittally and sighed, "This also reminds me of what Shizun once said about him. ”

Yu Guanchuan looked quite curious: "I don't know what the Holy Ancestor thinks of Li Bai?"

The red-clothed priest laughed slightly, and said deeply: "Master once said that since the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, it will be difficult for a saint to come out in the future generations. Although there are only six Tianjiao in the world, although they are not saints and sages, they are expected to become their own avenues, first breaking and then standing. ”

"Which six Tianjiao are they?" asked Yu Guanchuan.

"You can probably guess. ”

Without waiting for Yu Guanchuan to answer, the red-clothed priest slowed down, and continued: "Soul Chasing Lou Emperor Jiang, the magic law time and space." Like the king Xia Yuan, the flesh asks the saint. Babel Tower Li Jing, all laws return to the truth. Buddhism Tang Sanzang, three reincarnations. The true dragon is the son of heaven, and the palm of his hand is good. Finally, there is the true martial arts Li Bai, ten thousand swords return to the sect, the first in later generations. ”

Yu Guanchuan was not surprised when he heard this.

It was clear that all six of them were in his expectation.

"It makes sense. These six people are all the pinnacle leaders of our generation, and it is reasonable for the Holy Ancestor to have this evaluation. It's just that I thought that now Li Bai's sword path was probably far above the other five. It should have reached the road of its own, broken and then standing, this height. ”

"Hmm. ”

The red-clothed priest nodded in agreement: "You are right. ”

"Although the human soul in Xia Xun's body only showed a little breath, it was already the existence of the peak of the King Realm. Li Bai was able to defeat him with a single sword, proving that his sword path must have far surpassed the royal realm, and even entered the holy realm for many years, and he was truly better than a saint instead of a saint. As he spoke, the speaker changed slightly: "But it's no wonder that his parents are both at the pinnacle of the sword path in the world, and their bloodline inheritance is far superior to the other five, and the Pure Yang True Martial Dual Sword Cultivator is even more talented, of course, he can travel thousands of miles in a day, and he can achieve a hundred times more in the slightest." ”

"Sha..."

Yu Guanchuan clenched his fist slightly and crushed the dead leaves in his hand, and then spread them out softly.

The breeze blows through the palm of your hand, bringing up the powder and lifting a thin silk thread to float slowly into the distance.

"Such capital is really enviable. ”

"yes. ”

The red-clothed priest seemed to feel the same way: "With such capital, it is enough for him to debauchery all his life, drink and chant poetry all day long, and abandon his sword in the wilderness. Envy, envy. ”

Yu Guanchuan gently rubbed off the powder that stuck to the palm of his hand, walked heavily in the road, facing the breeze, and suddenly felt the chanting.

"You are not free, and it is difficult to collect the dragon and the phoenix. ”

"The hall is full of three thousand guests, and one sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states. ”

"The drum horn reveals that the sky is cold, and the wind is shaking the sea and the mountains in autumn. ”

"The southeast will always be a golden pillar, who envies the marquis of Wanhu at that time..."

High-pitched and passionate, tactful ups and downs, the melody of the poem is leisurely scattered on the path, waving the grass in the treetops with the breeze, and the dust of fallen leaves. The beautiful scenery of Ying Liangchen also tells a story of the past that is sealed in history. There is a faint sense of pride in the high-pitched world, but daring to compete with the world. Coupled with the mood of subdued and frustrated, such as the tide crashing on the shore, ups and downs, listening to the hidden blood churning in people's hearts...

The red-clothed priest pondered when he heard the poem and asked, "Which fourteen states does this sword frost refer to?"

After reading the poem, Yu Guanchuan withdrew his palms and held the bamboo slips in both hands on his waist, and replied: "It should refer to the thirteen continents of the river valley from Yinchuan in the south to the Jinghe River in the north, plus one continent in Yueyang in the south, a total of fourteen continents." This is why he said later, the southeast will always be the golden pillar, who envied the marquis of Wanhu at that time. This is the Xia family of the seventh and sixth dukes, and he is sarcastic today. ”

"Hehe, I see..."

"Huh. ”

West of the city, Zhenwu Mountain.

The majestic mountains are stacked like green dragons, and the stone sword is towering to the sky. At the top of the sword spike, Gu Feng shimmered gold, and the six figures were scattered around the small building sporadically. The two old men leaned against the stump under the eaves and fell asleep, snoring like pigs in a pen sleeping soundly. The two old men sat opposite each other on the stone steps, and they found the chessboard and chess pieces from nowhere, and they were playing happily one step at a time.

There are also two old women, standing side by side on the north cliff of the mountain, looking at the scattered crowds thousands of miles away...

"Do you see it now?"

"See. ”

"Pretty enough?"

"Very nice to look at. ”

The two old women did not look old, although the wrinkles on their faces could not hide their age, but the whiteness of the old lines could not hide their former appearances. It's just that the two of them put it together for comparison, and the old woman under the Chunyang Gate seems to lack a steady charm that has been precipitated over the years, and more of the simplicity of the mortal world. And the old woman in Zhenwu Mountain is like a star that has gone through endless vicissitudes and finally faded. The breeze blew her green silk and white hair, accompanied by the slight ripples of the white golden silk phoenix robe like the rippling waters of the lake. She just stood there, and without a word, she could involuntarily pour out a gaze of reverence, like looking up at the stars. Her name is Li Xuanji, and the old woman of Chunyang is called Li Xiaohua.

One person stands at the pinnacle of kendo in this world.

One person stands at the pinnacle of this world's formation technique.

"A possible sword?"

"Certainly. ”

Li Xiaohua looked into the distance and nodded: "It's still interesting for you." ”

Li Xuanji shook her head: "I think you misunderstood." ”

"Misunderstanding what?"

"Misunderstood what I said. ”

Li Xuanji said softly and slowly: "If there is really that day, I will definitely use the sword." But I won't save him, I'll kill him with my own hands. ”

“......”

The old eyes were stunned, and Li Xiaohua looked at Li Xuanji incredulously.

She didn't doubt the authenticity of Li Xuanji's words at all, because she could really feel the killing intent revealed between the lines. At the same time, the two old men sleeping soundly under the eaves trembled and opened their eyelids, the two old men sitting on the stone steps stopped falling, and the four old men all glanced at this incredible old woman in unison.

"Are you sick?"

Except for these four words, Li Xiaohua couldn't think of any words to describe Li Xuanji's image in her heart at this time. She couldn't understand what Li Xuanji was thinking in her head: "You've been waiting for twenty years to wait for a glimmer of opportunity, and you actually want to kill him?! Are you a pig?!"

Laugh...

When the words came, Li Xuanji was not angry, his face was like a spring breeze, and he slowly turned around and walked back to the small building. When Qianying disappeared into the corner of the screen in the lobby, four words full of mortal atmosphere came back from the depths of the small building...

"You're the pig. ”

“......”

To the east of the city, the Imperial Palace.

Purple gas came from the east, swirling in the golden sky. The red walls and green tiles, the palace walls are towering, and the thousands of palaces and palaces are lined up from the inside to the outside, one after another. The yellow glazed tiles carve dragons and phoenixes, and the top of the heavy eaves hall shines with a faint silver light in the moonlight.

The East Palace is peaceful, the pale yellow window screen shines through the bright light, and the fragrance of the faint orchid overflows along the gaps in the doors and windows, making people calm and serene. The sandalwood in the dormitory is the beam, the crystal jade is flooded with two lights and shadows, the agarwood wide bed is hung with the shark silk treasure Luo tent, the tent is embroidered with pearls and silver thread begonia flowers, the wind is moving, such as falling clouds and mountains and the sea of illusions. At this time, a graceful and luxurious woman was sitting quietly on the luxurious and exquisite bed. The face of the slightly powdered Dai is charming but not demonic, the red lips are full and contain a bit of sensuality, and the years seem to be particularly graceful to her, and have not left any traces of rage on her.

She called, Dance.

A woman who can make the Tang Dynasty fall under her pomegranate skirt...

"See?"

“......”

Gently caressing the soft silkworm ice that was laid on her lower body, she looked lightly at the man who was sitting alone on the side of the hall and reading the file. There is a little emptiness in the thoughts, and the twelve years of different dreams in the same bed seem to be just fleeting dreams, and there are not many memories that can be repeated, only the sadness and resentment left by time. Therefore, there was not even a trace of tenderness in her questioning, as if she were speaking to the air, monotonous and colorless.

"See. The man said flatly.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know. ”

The golden dragon brush dipped the ink in the lower right corner of the scroll and scribbled the word "read", and then the man put away the scroll and took another copy and spread it out on the desk, before he continued: "Taifu's way of planning has always been treacherous, and the layout is not leaky, which often makes people go with the flow and be self-righteous. Therefore, I am afraid that what I can see today is only what he wants me to see, and the truth of the plot is often hidden in the ethereal. But what the truth is is not so important now, I only need to know that Taifu is buried in Xia Xun's body is a person, and this person has Li Changkang's bloodline. If he's lucky enough to come out of the sky, I think you might get a chance to meet him. ”

The bright eyes squinted without a trace, and the woman seemed to be considering the man's words.

After a while, she said, "Today, the roller shutter took Fuxi from the imperial study, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see him." ”

"There should be. ”

The woman was slightly puzzled when she heard this: "Didn't you try to set up an ambush again?"

The man smiled faintly, mentioned the word "quasi" in the upper right margin of the scroll, and said: "The emperor and the queen of heaven, I am in charge of the right way, if I openly take his life in the national examination, I will definitely be despised by the world, this is not what I want." With that, the man gently put down the golden dragon brush and stood up, slowly walked to the bed and sat down. Looking at the woman in front of him who was still as charming as she had been after twelve years, she said in a deep voice: "Besides, I hope that he will walk the Tower of Babel for me. ”

A flash of light flashed in the woman's eyes: "You want him to die in the Tower of Babel." ”

The man's smile gradually revealed a bit of gloom: "Those who know me, Mei Niang also." ”

"Sla..."

After saying that, the dragon robe lightly untied Luo's clothes, and the silk treasure luo tent hanging on the side of the bed was easily lifted, and the two lights and shadows of the crystal jade merged into one, and finally fell numbly down on the bed. Except for the noise of sandalwood and cotton yarn, there was no whispering here. It's as if pain has been turned into numbness by time, and numbness is distorted into a pathetic habit by the shame of day after day, and habit makes people gradually forget much of their pain...