After resting for a night in Eagle Peak Mountain, Li Chengfeng went out of morning class early in the morning, and when he came back, he found that Xie and Luzhu had disappeared, and there was only one letter left in the room where the two rested for one night.

Li Chengfeng opened it and took a look, only to see a short seven-character ancient poem written on it:

What is the poor and the road is not poor,

In times of chaos, it is the same as in times of quiet.

Although the family mountain is in the dry land,

My son is far away from the mountain wind.

On the window bamboo shadow shake the bookcase,

The sound of wild springs enters the inkstone.

The young man has worked hard all his life,

Don't be lazy with time.

Underneath this poem is a line of graceful and neat small words: My son should not worry about his family, remember to dress more and keep warm when he goes out, and do not have a dirty conflict with his senior brothers, many friends have more roads, fewer enemies and fewer walls. The Li family of the moon washing is already a single seedling in your generation, if you have three long and two short, the Li family of the moon washing that has been inherited for more than 500 years will be extinct. But my son, for my mother, I would rather this moon washing Li family be extinct, and I also hope that you can spend this life in peace.

In the past few days since you left home, my mother has missed you every day, missed you, deeply regretted and blamed herself for forcing you to learn this and that since you were a child, forcing you to do many things you don't like, and even forcing you to practice.

Now, for my mother's deep regret, I would rather my son be an ordinary mortal than have him fight all day long, and make me worry at home.

But the matter has come to this point, the wood has been completed, it is too late, my son must remember to put safety first, stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood.

Your father and I still have green beads, waiting for you to come back for this year's New Year's reunion dinner.

Li Chengfeng looked at this bland letter, but his eyes moistened unconsciously.

"Senior Brother Chengfeng?"

At this time, there was a shout from Leng Buding next to him, and when Li Chengfeng hurriedly folded the letter and received it, he quietly wiped the corners of his eyes, and he turned around to look at Han Tianxing, who was a little restrained behind him: "Tianxing? What's wrong?"

Han Tianxing said in a low voice with an embarrassed face: "Senior Brother Chengfeng, I will go to build the foundation in two days, but ...... Until now, I haven't had a saber that I am satisfied with......"

Li Chengfeng understood, this is indeed a big deal for Han Tianxing: he is about to participate in the assessment and rating, but he has not built a foundation now, let alone say it, and he doesn't even have the sword to recognize the master.

The disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion did not carry swords with them, so they were still the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion?

Li Chengfeng frowned and thought for a while, and said, "You wait a minute, I'll discuss it with my senior brother." ”

It is obviously impossible to go directly to the senior brother, Li Chengfeng has broken with the senior brother, and he went to him by himself, it is boring to find himself, he can only save the country and see if there is a way for Senior Brother Ouyang.

After Li Chengfeng found Ouyang Nan and told him about it, Ouyang Nan laughed, waved his hand and said without taking it seriously: "You can find Senior Brother Qin for this matter, when Senior Brother is not there, Senior Brother Qin is in charge, you can ask him to take Tianxing to the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords to choose a sword that belongs to him." ”

Li Chengfeng was overjoyed, but his feet did not move, although Ouyang Nan had a rough appearance, but there was a fine in the rough, he immediately understood, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll go with you, I don't believe that guy with a dead face all day long will refuse me!"

......

"No way!"

As soon as Ouyang Nan's cowhide was blown, Qin Zhenqin slapped him in the face with a crisp refusal.

Ouyang Nan, who was a little uneasy on weekdays, was so angry that he exploded: "Okay, your mourning eyebrows and dead face, you are taking the opportunity to announce your personal vendetta and retaliate!"

Qin Zhenqin sat in front of the desk, correcting the copywriting with an expressionless face, and replied coldly: "Didn't you see that I was busy? Who has the heart and effort to retaliate against you?"

Ouyang Nan said angrily: "You have a to be busy with!"

Qin Zhan said: "As long as the Tibetan Sword Pavilion exists, I will still be the law enforcement manager of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and all the official approvals related to the Hidden Sword Pavilion will pass through my hands, and the legal approvals of the entire Lingshan Sect will also pass through my hands." Do you think I'm like you, idling around all day?"

Ouyang Nan said angrily: "Fart, fart! It stinks! Lao Tzu is bleeding and fighting outside, and even his life is almost lost, you move your fingers here, and then touch your lips, you are qualified to criticize Lao Tzu, and judge him?"

Qin Zhenqin raised his eyes and glanced at Ouyang Nan slightly, and sneered: "That's what you want to go by yourself, but no one is forcing you to go!"

Ouyang Nan was furious: "The surname is Qin, you look down on me, but if you dare to demolish the platform of the Sword Pavilion, don't blame me for turning my face against you!"

Qin Zhenqin raised his head, grimaced his face, and said, "What do you think I'm doing now? If I don't even deal with these paperwork and official duties, then who can prove that the Hidden Sword Pavilion still exists?"

Qin Zhanqin stood up, he pointed at Ouyang Nan angrily, and said, "Just rely on a few of you to fight and kill outside, killing and killing ......" As he spoke, he pointed to Li Chengfeng on the side: "Or do you ring the Heavenly Bell without knowing whether you are alive or dead?" Or do you get together every day and recite the precepts of the Hidden Sword Pavilion aloud? In this way, can you prove the existence of the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

Ouyang Nan sneered: "Oh? Could it be that like you, hiding here and moving your fingers and touching our mouths, you can prove the existence of the Hidden Sword Pavilion? Lao Tzu tells you that the Hidden Sword Pavilion is fought with one sword at a time, and it is not a fucking trick or a pen! The prestige of the Hidden Sword Pavilion is piled up by the uncles and uncles with blood and corpses!"

Qin Zhan Qin stared at Ouyang Nan and said excitedly: "No, Ouyang Nan, let me tell you, the true prestige of the Hidden Sword Pavilion lies in the fact that it used to be the spokesperson of the Lingshan Sect's laws and precepts!"

"In your eyes, the Hidden Sword Pavilion represents strength and glory, but in my eyes, it represents the fairness, justice, rules and beliefs of the Lingshan Sect! If the Hidden Sword Pavilion is no longer there, if I can pass on these things, then although the Hidden Sword Pavilion is dead, the spirit and symbol of the Hidden Sword Pavilion will not die! One day someone will see them and know what the predecessors of the Hidden Sword Pavilion here have done, what they have fought for, and what they have sacrificed, so that the spirit of the Hidden Sword Pavilion and the Hidden Sword Pavilion will never die!"

This sentence greatly shook Ouyang Nan and Li Chengfeng, Ouyang Nan came violently, but at this time he was speechless and speechless.

Ouyang Nan had never experienced the most glorious era of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but every disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion knew the history of the Hidden Sword Pavilion well, and of course they knew that these things that Qin Zhan said were once the proudest beliefs of every disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The twelve killings of the Tibetan Sword represent the fairness, justice, rules and beliefs of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion!

It's just that it has been passed down to the present day, and it has completely declined, not only has no successor, but also lacks faith!

Li Chengfeng asked himself, they recite the twelve killings of the Tibetan sword every day, but how many people really remember these as a kind of belief in their hearts?

Qin Zhan personally stared at Li Chengfeng and said, "Li Chengfeng, you are very good, far better than I thought! Ouyang Nan regards you as the hope of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but I know in my heart that the Hidden Sword Pavilion no longer has any hope! You underestimate Qianshan Xue too much, you don't know how powerful he is, and if you are an enemy of him, this is definitely a self-defeating way! Now, please leave, I will quickly approve all these official documents, and then seal all the files, maybe if you are lucky, in a few decades, or even a few hundred years, someone will find them. ”

Ouyang Nan shook his head at Li Chengfeng in almost despair.

Li Chengfeng sighed lightly and said to Qin Zhenqin: "Senior Brother Qin, I know everything you said. But Senior Brother Qin, have you ever thought about whether you will have a trace of regret in your heart when you sit back and wait to be killed: If I resisted at the beginning, if I fought at the beginning, if I tried at the beginning, even if this ending, this result is only one in ten thousand possible, what if, what if it is really realized?"

Li Chengfeng took a step forward and said to Qin Zhanqin in a serious tone: "If one day, after Senior Brother Qin dies, he comes to the senior uncles of the past dynasties, they will ask you: Why didn't you try it at the beginning? Even if the chance is so slim? But after all, there is still a chance, isn't it?"

Li Chengfeng's words made Qin Zhenqin stay in place, his eyes flashed, his expression moved, and finally he let out a long sigh: "Tomorrow, I'll see you at the bottom of Wanjian Mountain." ”