Qiu Yintao couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Xian, why did it take so long for you to come up?

Zhou Zijian patted the dust on his body, looked at the anxious eyes of Lu Fei and Qiu Yintao, paused, and said, "I did see a lot of swords, a lot of books." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Qiu Yintao frowned tightly and said, "Have you seen anyone?"

Zhou Zijian was stunned for a moment: "What person?"

Qiu Yintao said word by word: "An old man." A very old, old man. ”

Zhou Zijian couldn't help but be a little puzzled: although the man he saw had long hair and beard, his voice didn't seem to be very old.

Zhou Zijian shook his head and said, "I didn't see it." ”

Lu Fei rolled his two little eyes, stared at Zhou Zijian, and asked, "Have you stayed inside for so long that you haven't even seen the bones?"

Zhou Zijian nodded firmly: "I really didn't see it." Underneath this Laojun Pavilion is a huge stone cave, and the ground is full of broken swords. And there are several huge grottoes, which are full of martial arts cheats. If you don't believe it, go down and find out. ”

Qiu Yintao's face showed disappointment, and then he turned his head and asked Lu Fei, "Lu Fei, didn't you say that my master used to appear here in the end?"

Lu Fei touched the back of his head with his right hand, and he was also puzzled: "It shouldn't be." The news of the inn should not be wrong again. ”

Qiu Yintao looked outside the Laojun Pavilion, and the fish belly was already white in the distance.

"Soon it will be dawn. Brother Xian has worked hard for most of the night, so hurry up and rest. We're leaving. After speaking, he arched his hand at Zhou Zijian, turned around and walked away.

Lu Fei followed closely and soon disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Zijian looked at the direction where the two of them were going, and said to himself: "Who are you looking for, so you can talk to me." ”

Zhou Zijian closed the door of the Laojun Pavilion, saw that there was no one around, and walked towards the courtyard where he lived.

Late at night, Zhou Zijian came to the Laojun Pavilion again.

This time he himself moved a very high ladder from the warehouse in advance. This ladder is a gardener's for pruning the branches of the trees in the yard, and the height is just right.

Zhou Zijian climbed onto the roof, and then moved the short sword according to Lu Fei's movements, and a square hole appeared in the ground again. Zhou Zijian put the ladder into the square hole again and walked into the stone cave according to the previous method.

When the green-robed man saw Zhou Zijian, a smile appeared on his face: "You are really on time, even if I didn't misunderstand you." ”

Zhou Zijian opened the iron window and asked the man in the green robe, "Who are you, why are you imprisoned here by Ximen Kuanghui?"

When the green-robed man heard this, he laughed loudly, his eyebrows and beard kept shaking with the laughter: "I was imprisoned here by Ximen Kuanghui? This is the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard." How could I be imprisoned here by him?"

Zhou Zijian was confused by his laughter for a while, and asked with a surprised face: "Then you are not imprisoned here, is it possible that you are enjoying Qingfu here?"

The blue-robed man stopped laughing abruptly and said awkwardly, "Not really. I'm not blessed here, but I'm not imprisoned here. I can go out whenever I want, believe it or not?"

Zhou Zijian glanced at the blue-robed man with disdain, looked at the iron window, and said, "I don't believe it." Locked up here, even if you're not handcuffed or shackled, I think it's hard to fly. ”

The green-robed man coughed and said, "If you don't believe it, I won't force it." But what are you doing in this Folding Sword Villa?"

Zhou Zijian said lightly: "I am now the nursing home of this villa. ”

When the green-robed man heard this, he laughed again: "Folding Sword Villa also needs a courtyard, so what is Ximen Zairen doing?"

Zhou Zijian frowned and said, "Now this mountain villa has been renamed Bailiu Mountain Villa. Moreover, the owner of Ximen Zhuang and Ximen have moved to Taiyuan City in Rendu, so there is a need for a house to look at here. ”

The green-robed man couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Bailiu Villa, why did you change such a cheesy name." Ximen Kuanghui is really becoming more and more useless. ”

Zhou Zijian blinked and asked, "You haven't told me who you are, why are you being locked up here?"

The green-robed man muttered for a long time: "I can't remember what my name used to be." But I gave myself a name, Cold Frost. Jianghu Wulin Dao gave me a nickname: Sword Idiot. You just call me a sword idiot. Of course, I prefer the name of the Sword God. ”

Zhou Zijian nodded and said, "Sword idiot, this name is indeed good. ”

Leng Hanshuang narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said, "I like this nickname, it is both nice and domineering." As for why I'm locked up here, it's a long story. It all started six years ago. I was your age then. I have been a martial artist since I was a child, and I love swords. I heard that Helian Qingtian is the first in the world in martial arts, and Yinhong and Yurong have swept the world, and no one is invincible. So since I was a kid, I wanted to compete with a character like him. It's a pity that my art industry was not successful, and Helian Qingtian died early. Until six years ago, I heard that there was a sword folding villa in Shanxi, and there was a sword god. Swordsmanship is known as the first in the world, and there are countless broken swords. I was so overjoyed that I came here. That night, that battle, I still can't forget. Ximen Kuanghui is the only swordsman I recognize in this world. But I'm still not convinced, the title of the sword god will belong to me sooner or later, at least my sword is still there. ”

Zhou Zijian's eyes widened and said, "The name of Folding Sword Villa was changed to Bailiu Villa, which was originally due to Your Excellency. Can you tell me what happened in that battle?"

Leng Hanshuang leaned against the wall on his back, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had returned to six years ago.

On an autumn night six years ago, the shadows of the trees were shaking, the moon was sparse, and there was not a single dark cloud in the sky. A cool breeze blew across the earth, through the woods, and to the Folding Sword Villa. The air is filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums.

Ximen Kuanghui wore a white robe and walked in the garden. Simon Jaeren guarded his side, holding the "God Destroyer" in his hand.

At this time, a breeze blew across the ground, and Ximen Zairen suddenly shouted: "Who dares to break into my Folding Sword Villa!"

In the moonlight, there was a young man in a green robe in the garden. This man in the green robe was tall and thin, with a clear face and a pair of extremely thin eyes (in fact, he couldn't see the eyes at all).

The green-robed man snorted coldly: "In the middle of the night, what's the howl? Uncle, my name is Leng Hanshuang, I heard that there is a sword god in the Folding Sword Villa, who has broken countless famous swords in the martial arts." I'm here to see if the Sword God is in vain. ”

Ximen Zairen raised his eyebrows and reprimanded sharply: "Even if you dare to speak out here and challenge the owner of my family." If you can win the sword in my hand, it's not too late to challenge my owner. ”