When the three princes Zhou Fu and the old man in black were shocked, Yang Xian had already left Qingshan Town and walked towards a hill outside the town. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the side of the hill stood a small temple with a collapsed gate, and the setting sun shone on the courtyard full of barren grass, making the small temple even more desolate.

A middle-aged man with a long shawl sat on a cyan stone in the courtyard, bathed in the setting sun, the breeze blowing, and his long hair swaying gently.

This middle-aged man was tall and majestic, and where he sat was like a hill, revealing a strange charm of eternal silence all over his body.

He felt as if he had been sitting here since 10,000 years ago, and would still be sitting here 10,000 years later.

His face was covered by long black hair, leaving only one eye to reflect the faint glow of the setting sun.

The mountain wind blew, and the middle-aged man slowly looked up at the collapsed gate of the small temple.

The moment he raised his head, Yang Xian's entire body happened to enter the range of the small temple.

"Teacher, I'm back!"

Yang Xian walked to the middle-aged man's side and saluted respectfully: "The disciple has already warned the third prince Zhou Fu, thinking that he should be a little more restrained in his recent actions. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the respectful Yang Xian, and a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes, "Xian'er, how old are you this year?"

Yang Xian was slightly stunned, and he didn't know why the teacher asked this question, but he still replied, "The disciple is already twelve years old. ”

"Twelve years old!"

The strange look in the middle-aged man's eyes was even stronger, "How many years have you and I been getting along with master and apprentice?"

Yang Xiandao: "It's been more than six years. ”

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Xian silently for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "It's been six years." ”

He looked at Yang Xian and exclaimed in his mouth, "In just six years, you have gone from a little child who doesn't know anything to a martial arts master!"

The middle man said hesitantly: "Hehe, twelve-year-old martial arts master, twelve-year-old erudite Hongru, compared to you, those sect masters, what martial arts masters, all live to dogs at an age!"

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Xian's eyes with surprise, pride, surprise, love and other emotions, and finally turned into a sigh, "I Mei Niansheng is conceited and not weaker than others in my life, for example, poetry and articles, martial arts practice, there are few comparable people among my peers, since I was led into Confucianism by the first teacher, whether it is practice or competition, whether it is a paper fight or a martial arts fight, I have never experienced a defeat in my life." ”

When he said this, he sighed and said, "It wasn't until I accepted you as a disciple that I didn't know what a genius is and what it means to be born to know!"

He got up slowly, his face slightly lonely, "This world is ......"

He looked at Yang Xian's eyes and said slowly, "It's yours in the future!"

Yang Xian said softly: "It's all teachers who teach well." ”

Mei Niansheng smiled when he heard this: "No matter how good the teacher teaches, it is in vain if the students can't learn it." ”

He slowly got up from the cyan stone, "Xian'er, let's talk about going to Qingshan Town this time!"

Mei Niansheng sat on the stone and looked majestic as a mountain, but now when he stood up, he looked even more majestic, and it seemed that the limited space in the courtyard of the entire small temple was difficult to accommodate him.

When he got up, the entire space of the small temple seemed to ripple like water waves.

His legs are slender and powerful, standing there, he has an inexplicable charm that supports heaven and earth, simple and condensed, thick and far-reaching.

A gust of wind blew, blowing his long hair into the wind, and his originally hidden face was finally revealed.

This person's face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like a star, his eyebrows fly obliquely into his temples, and his momentum is extremely extraordinary.

But in the middle of his forehead, there was a strange bloody hole the thickness of a finger, and the wound was so deep that you could even see the milky white brain inside through the wound.

At this time, blood was slowly flowing out of the hole, but as soon as it came out of the wound, it flowed back, and then began to flow out again, and then back again.

And so on and so forth.

He seemed to have been hit in the forehead by someone, and he had such a terrible wound, but even if it was like this, he was not dead.

Seeing the blood hole on Mei Niansheng's forehead, Yang Xian's eyes froze, and his body stiffened slightly, but he immediately recovered as before, but he faintly revealed great worry in the depths of his eyes, but he didn't dare to ask, so he had to lower his head and didn't dare to look at it again.

Mei Niansheng stood in the barren courtyard of the small temple, looking at the sunset in the sky, and sighed: "Whenever I see the sunset, I think of the words 'poor at dusk'. ”

Yang Xian heard Mei Niansheng say this, his body tightened, and he hurriedly spoke: "The sun rises and sets in the west, it sets today, and it will rise as usual tomorrow. ”

Mei Niansheng shook his head and smiled, "My own body, I know it in my heart, Xian'er, don't comfort me." ”

He stood quietly, gazing affectionately at the fiery sunset on the western hills, and sighed long: "It seems that because I am about to die, I feel more and more that the traces and scenery of the sun and moon alternately between the world and the earth are so intoxicating. ”

Yang Xian said softly: "Teacher, there is no endless road, and there may be a glimmer of life that is still unknown. ”

Mei Niansheng smiled when he heard this: "There is no way to be endless?" Xian'er, let me ask you, if it is a naïve way to be a man, what should I do?"

Yang Xian was stunned for a moment, silent, and his eyes couldn't help but show sadness.

Seems to feel that what he said is too pessimistic, Mei Niansheng smiled and said: "Who in the world does not die? If you can't benefit the people and contribute to the people of the world, what can you do even if you live forever?"

His tone gradually soared, "In the hundred years of my life, in order to revitalize Confucianism, eliminate traitors, and trace back to the roots, I have killed corrupt officials and corrupt officials and killed thousands of demons in my life, and I have never bowed my head. ”

He said slowly: "I have never insulted my Confucian sages, although I can't do peace for all generations, but that's my limited ability, it's not that I haven't tried my best!"

Yang Xian said beside him: "The disciple knows. ”

Mei Niansheng said with a smile: "Let's not talk about life and death for the time being, you can first talk about the matter of Qingshan Town this time." ”

Yang Xian said: "Teacher Rongyu." ”

He said softly: "The third prince is thirsty for killing, and after being warned by me, he should be restrained for a while, and he should open a warehouse to release grain in the next two days." But after a period of time, the enshrinement masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty will definitely come to Qingzhou to investigate this matter in detail, and I may be able to confront these royal grandmaster-level masters at that time. ”

"Oh, and how are you going to deal with it?"

Mei Niansheng looked at his closed disciple, with a look of sadness and relief on his face, "Although the Great Zhou Dynasty is stormy and the building is about to fall, it is not something that one person can resist. ”

Yang Xian raised his head and said, "I want to try." ”