In the 134th year of Xianghe, on the twenty-fifth day of March, it rained heavily in Emei.

This day is the third day of the three old sword gods and the real princess of Zhaoyang, Ma Danyang, on Emei, Zhang Mingyue has been staying in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion except for meal time and has never gone out, which makes everyone a little unexpected, the old sword god said, how can this treasure mountain return empty-handed, so it is not unreasonable, for anyone with such an opportunity is not willing to miss it easily, of course, except for the man in the green shirt with loose hair.

At this moment, Sima Yun is opening the window while enjoying the sound of wind and rain outside, while tasting the Emei Peak that is only picked once this year, and the Emei Peak is only five taels at a time, and the old man with a broken arm is next to him as always.

"Old man, Master Emei asked you to choose a sword, why didn't you bring anything with you when you came back from a trip?"

Sima Yun said with a smile.

The old sword god plucked out his ears and said indifferently.

"There are a lot of swords on this Emei, but all of them are women's swords, and they are not as good as Zhang Xiaozi's knife, not that the old man looks down on the sword of Mount Emei, just because the old man has not used a sword for many years, and he already feels that there is not much difference between a sword and a sword. ”

"But you've reached the point where man and sword are one?"

Sima Yun asked with a smile.

"The unity of the sword and the sword, the difference is far away, not so much the old man, but you are a kid, you know how to hide at a young age, which makes the old man extremely admired, if it is not for a major change, the old man can't think of any reason to make a person who clearly has big means so deep and introverted. ”

"Say that you are a Confucian student, but this Confucian student also has several realms of gaps, some people read the ancient sages, some people read the three teachings, and some people don't read the first two, but choose to go into the red dust to read the world, but no matter which one, if you want to really read a Confucian sage, it is definitely not possible to rely on the kung fu of this book alone. ”

The old sword god said two or three words, and Sima Yun said lightly.

"Thank you for the old man's advice, it's just that Sima Yunke has never thought of being a Confucian saint, so he thinks it's good now. ”

"That is the case, the old man will not say much, yesterday I heard that Mrs. Shi said that there are distinguished guests visiting the mountain today, you kid don't plan to take a look?

The old sword god asked with a smile.

Sima Yun hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.

"Okay, then Sima Yun and the old man will go and see what kind of distinguished guest deserves to be treated like this. ”

Under the moon viewing building, it was the heavy rain pouring, the two did not hold an umbrella, let the rain wet their clothes, and when they reached the peak, they were almost drenched into a soup chicken, Emei already had three ancestors and thirty or fifty disciples leaning on the building to wait, Princess Zhaoyang put down the princess's shelf in the past two or three days and fought with a group of Emei female disciples, seeing the arrival of the old sword god, Princess Zhaoyang came up like a granddaughter saw her grandfather.

"Why don't the seniors hold an umbrella, it's all like this, Sima Yun, how embarrassed are you, and you don't take care of the seniors. ”

Sima Yun didn't care about Princess Zhaoyang's words that seemed to flatter, and said in his heart, Do you really think that the old-timer is that ordinary man? A heavy rain can be overthrown? If the old-timer doesn't want to get caught in the rain, what's the difficulty? Just release the air engine to isolate this rain curtain outside, as for I, Sima Yun, I am just entrusted by the prince of the dynasty to temporarily protect you, the princess, but I didn't say that I want to be your servant.

Seeing that Sima Yun didn't care about herself, Princess Zhaoyang didn't bother herself, but pulled the one-armed little old man aside and sat down, and had a pot of fruit wine to ward off the cold, the old sword god just smiled at this, but as soon as Sima Yun came up, several beautiful Emei disciples came up.

"The person who watched the moon tower and stroked the qin two days ago was Sima Gongzi?"

"It's really a good song under the moon Lingjiang is scattered, and I am really fascinated, but what is the scar on Sima Gongzi's face. ”

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Sima Yun is tired of this, women are probably like this, if you play sword tricks with her for one or two hundred moves, maybe people will only laugh at you for being a martial artist, but if you chant a few poems and stroke a few songs with them, even if you were a murderer and an unblinking demon, in the eyes of these women, you have become a bitter person with many stories.

Emei Master Ancestor Ning Xiaorong coughed twice.

Those female disciples woke up like a dream, how could they break Emei's rules for a man? Fortunately, Ning Xiaorong didn't mean to pursue it, and only said softly.

"Sima Gongzi and Li Lao Sword God, please sit down for a while, calculate the time, they should be almost here. ”

"Mrs. Shi, it's not that Sima Yun is talkative, I just want to ask who can have such a great honor to be received by the three Mrs. Shi. ”

Sima Yun asked.

Ning Xiaorong was not angry.

"Sima Gongzi has been walking the rivers and lakes for so long, what are the transcendent forces in this world that can be in the same class as the three saints of Daomen?"

"It's a bit too much to say that it's walking the rivers and lakes, it's just a matter of eating with a mouthful, as for these first-class forces, Sima Yun knows a little bit about them. ”

"Emei should occupy a seat, in the past Jiangxia Famous Sword Villa accounted for a seat, Lingwu Mountain martial arts family Huangfu family counted as one, Butterfly Valley Sword Forest should occupy a seat, the above are all outside the three religions, within the three religions, the three holy places of Taoism have no need to be said, Buddhism Jiuhua Mountain Guiyuan Temple, Wutai Mountain Guiyin Temple, as for Confucianism and Taoism, Sima Yun does not know, throughout the ancient and modern times, outside the three religions of martial arts to shake the sky, the three religions within the two saints borrow the power of heaven and earth, merry people abound, Confucianism, Sima Yun has never heard of any great sages. ”

Sima Yun counted the pearls and generally moved out of the world, which can really be regarded as a transcendent existence in the world, but Emei Master Ning Xiaorong did not agree.

"Sima Gongzi also said one less family, that is, the Tianji Pavilion of Changbai Mountain in the past, as far as I know, the successive descendants of this Tianji Pavilion also have the same surname as Sima Gongzi, which is a bit of a coincidence. ”

Sima Yun only chuckled softly when he heard this.

"I forgot that there is such a force, but the Tianji Pavilion was destroyed by the Northern Wei Dynasty Iron Cavalry fifty years ago, and it has long been wiped out, and it really can't be compared with the above forces, in Sima Yun's opinion, this Tianji Pavilion is probably not worthy of the name, but it was just lifted up by the rivers and lakes, if it really has that ability, why hasn't it been passed down to this day?

The man in the green shirt who was not happy with the wine poured a glass of fruit wine with himself as usual, and the wind and rain entered the pavilion, but it did not affect him to pour the cup of Emei fruit wine, which was regarded as golden essence and jade liquid by mortals, into his stomach, and the feeling of coolness suddenly entered his heart and spleen.

Ning Xiaorong spoke, and the other Emei disciples naturally had no reason to grab words, and the woman in the white dress who stood on the pavilion and didn't ask about the wind and rain continued.

"Sima Gongzi's words are wrong, in the past, the disciples of Tianji Pavilion were all dragons and phoenixes among people, fifty years ago, one-third of the officials of the current dynasty were under the Tianji Pavilion, if it weren't for this, how could Emperor Xuanyuan Qingshan order to level Changbai Mountain in a fit of anger, but even so, Tianji Pavilion was still struggling to support under 100,000 iron horses for a month, just ask who in the world can fight against the imperial court with their own strength?

The young master of Emei asked with a look of his head, and the one-armed little old man, who was being pestered by Princess Zhaoyang, said in a deep voice.

"No enemy. ”

"If it weren't for the old man's words, how could the wrath of the puppet confront the millions of heroes? There are masters in the rivers and lakes, but how can there be none in the imperial court? As far as the old man knows, many famous masters in the world have taken refuge in the imperial court, and you must know that the seven kingdoms of the Central Plains have produced many masters, and what was the result? In the end, it was not for the imperial army to be flattened?"

"No matter how powerful the master is, he will eventually be strong and poor, that is, the saints in the three sects can borrow the power of heaven and earth and will inevitably have an end of time, if you really want to fight endlessly, the three holy lands of the Daomen will not support it for a month. ”

For the old sword god's remarks, all the Emei disciples sighed.

"In this way, the Tianji Gate of Changbai Mountain was able to be equal to the three holy lands of Daomen, which is off-topic. ”

Ning Xiaorong then looked at Sima Yun, who didn't know what he was thinking, if Zhang Mingyue was there, he would definitely wonder why this old fox had been a little worried since he stepped on this trip to Yanming Mountain.

"Just said that the people who worship the mountain today are the Jiangxia Mingjian Villa mentioned by Sima Gongzi before, and someone submitted a worship post two days ago, saying that Meng Qingyun, the owner of the Mingjian Villa, decided to withdraw from the rivers and lakes next month by washing his hands in the golden basin, and planned to take one last trip to the rivers and lakes before washing his hands in the golden basin. ”

Ning Xiaorong said.

Sima Yun came back to his senses.

"Listen to the famous sword villa hidden swords, the way of the sword is the best in the world, with a famous sword Qiushui to achieve the realm of great immortality, there are few opponents in the world, the owner Meng Qingyun knee three sons, the eldest son Meng Tairan is fifty years old, has entered the realm of a product of the cave, looking at the world is also the posture of the sky, on weekdays, the second son Meng Haoran is the second son of the achievement of a product of immortality, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter the eyes of the law, but only the third son Meng Jingran put the famous sword villa so many swords that are regarded as treasures by the world do not learn, but a mind to study and want to get famous, if you can really be admitted, it will be enough, but the test has been ten years, every year is not in the middle, and the year of standing is childless, this matter has become a joke in the world, and I don't know if it's true or not. ”

"If it is true or false, we will know the answer if we can see it later, but if the rumors are true, presumably Old Man Meng will not bring Meng Jingran with him, I am afraid that the prestige of the Famous Sword Villa will be ruined. ”

Ning Xiaorong said lightly.

The heavy rain has not stopped from early morning to the middle of the day, presumably the showers have caused a small mountain flood, the road up the mountain was washed away, and waited for more than an hour to see that there is a large group of people and horses on the mountainside of the moon building, there are about thirty or fifty people who come to touch the sword, all of them bear the sword and erect the crown, the old man headed by is even more old and strong, it must be known that Emei in the past dynasties has the same rules as the Shangqing Temple, that is, when the emperor comes to abide by it, in fact, the emperor will not trek thousands of rivers and mountains to this Emei.

Only when you get closer can you see clearly, although Meng Qingyun at the head is not holding an umbrella, but he is not stained with rain and dew at all, dressed in a cloud-patterned black robe, the fingers of his right hand holding the sword are slender and powerful, the whole person is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, although there are folds on his face, he does not look like an old man who has been eighty years in a year, but such a romantic character is said to be inferior to half an old man in Sima Yun's mouth.

Behind Meng Qingyun there are two middle-aged men who look about forty or fifty years old, both of them have sharp eyes, but one has a sword, and the other holds a sword, the one who bears the sword is the eldest son Meng Tairan, and the second son Meng Haoran is the second son, but he is followed by a man who looks a little weak, his face is a little pale, but he is clean, he does not bear the sword, but he has a book in his sleeve, and a book that has been yellowed a little has been soaked by the rain many times.

Thinking about it, this is Meng Jingran, the third son of the Meng family.

Sima Yun observed several people carefully.

The three ancestors of Emei went down the mountain to greet them.

"Old man Meng is really old and strong, but he should really choose a day to go up the mountain, otherwise he can also take me to Emei with the old man to have a panoramic view. ”

It was naturally Ning Xiaorong who spoke.

Meng Qingyun, the contemporary owner of Mingjian Villa, laughed and said.

"Where did the master say, the old man said that going up the mountain today is going up the mountain today, even if the sky falls, it will not change. ”

When the group walked to the pavilion attic, Meng Qingyun saw that there were three other people in the pavilion, a young man in a green shirt who poured himself a drink, an old man with a broken arm, and a young woman who captivated the country and the city. It must be known that ordinary people don't say that they are sitting in this Emei pavilion and drinking, and it takes some effort to go to Emei Mountain.

"Dare to ask who these three are?"

Ning Xiaorong was about to step forward to make an introduction, when he saw Sima Yun stand up and salute.

"In Xiajianghu is an unknown generation, this old man is a family teacher, this is a sister, only because of the long-term admiration of Emei to get on the mountain, the predecessors just feel free, don't worry about us. ”

Princess Zhaoyang was puzzled, how could this Sima Yun be so humble and polite today, but seeing that the old sword god did not express his position, she went with Sima Yun, she muttered in her heart, no matter what famous sword villa you worship Sword Villa, if this princess had only entered the Central Plains before, maybe she would still admire it, but now this princess almost has two masters, which of these two can not compare to your famous sword villa?

Meng Qingyun didn't think much of Sima Yun's words, since others didn't want to say it, then they didn't ask, but this one-armed little old man didn't look like an ordinary person, and it didn't blame the old owner for being clumsy, just because the era of Li Wenzhen, the sword god in green shirts, had long passed, and thirty years was enough to change many things, not to mention that now Li Wenzhen has long been unrecognizable, without the slightest bit of the demeanor of the year, if it weren't for the best friends who get along day and night, I'm afraid I really can't tell the difference.

"Today's heavy rain, the old man is afraid that he is tired from going up the mountain, I have prepared a wing room in Emei, please go to rest first, and then invite everyone to have dinner together. ”

The heavy rain still didn't stop, and everyone from Mingjian Villa was taken to their own arranged places, but the pavilion named Tingfeng Pavilion still had three people drinking under the rain.

"What the hell is going on in your heart, this kid? Don't you want to play with Old Man Meng? You must know that this Meng Qingyun fought a huge family business alone when he was young, and he was even a swordsman who sheltered the world when he was old, and he really deserved the name of true romance, and it was a bit too much for you to do this. ”

The one-armed little old man laughed.

"Old man, don't think too much, it's just that Sima Yun doesn't want the old man to provoke you again, what is non-causality, just do this, it's not bad to be an unknown person, but Her Royal Highness the Princess, Sima Yun said this, please don't blame Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

"You can say whatever you want, doesn't Zhang Mingyue often call you an old fox. If you can find a way to let Ma Daochang pass on a sword or two to Princess Ben, you can say whatever you want, how about it? Of course, it would be better if you could let the old-timers pass me a sword or two. ”

Princess Zhaoyang rolled her eyes with such thoughts, and Sima Yun almost choked out with a sip of wine.

"Her Royal Highness the princess said with a smile, the head of the family Ma Dao has already said that he wants you to go to the little Taoist priest surnamed Yang, as for the old man, his sword is more domineering than the sword of the chief of the horse, Her Royal Highness the princess will definitely not be able to learn, if the princess is really hearted, you can ask Master Ning to let you go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to have a look, I think it will be a great gain. ”

"Hidden Sword Pavilion? Forget it, there are many sword books in this princess's palace, you can't finish reading them in your life, it's really nothing rare, I'm particularly interested in the old-timer's move to shake Kunlun." ”

"Stop, the old man doesn't want to listen to the nonsense of you two dolls, calculate the time, it's almost time for dinner, and the bull-nosed old man and Zhang Xiaozi in the Hidden Sword Pavilion should almost come out, so the old man will go to them and say. ”

After the one-armed little old man finished speaking, Shi Shiran walked into the heavy rain, Princess Sima Yun Zhaoyang followed, and when he arrived at the Hidden Sword Pavilion, it didn't take long for the attic door to open, and the young man with the knife in his mouth walked out first, and then the real person Ma Danyang who strode with his beard in stride.

"What's the harvest today?"

Sima Yun's cold words scared all the Emei heart methods that Zhang Mingyue was silently reciting.

The young man with the long knife didn't have a good airway.

"I was a little rewarding, but I was scared away by all your words. ”

Sima Yun laughed, and at this moment, a woman in a green skirt with a cold umbrella came to the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

"Senior Li, Ma Daochang, Her Royal Highness the Princess, Uncle Shi invites the three of you to the living room to talk. ”

"Dare to ask the fairy, only the old man and Ma Daochang?

Sima Yun asked.

"I don't know, Uncle Shi didn't say it. ”

The woman, who had not taken a few steps, suddenly turned around.

"But if you don't want to go hungry, you can come with you cheekily, and I'll arrange another place for you. ”

Sima Yun and Zhang Mingyue laughed.

"In vain, you old fox played a good harp and captured so many women on the mountain, but you can't deal with this. ”

"Stinky boy, what do you know, there are probably two kinds of women in this world, the first is the fast heat type that is interested in me and dares to show it directly, and the second is the slow heat type that is interested in me but is as cold as ice. ”

"What if it's neither?"

"Then I'm sure of this woman...... Most of them like women. ”

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The Emei parlor is located in the main hall of the summit of Emei, the mountain path is winding, walked through the garden, walked through the courtyard, and went around the garden with countless lotus flowers for most of the day before arriving at the parlor, the old sword god and the horse Dao were in front, and when they arrived, in addition to leaving the position of the two people to drink together, it was already full. Princess Zhaoyang and Wanqing Mingyue have a table, but Zhang Mingyue and Sima Yun have no place, this is not because of Emei Shizu Ning Xiaorong, but because the matter of organizing the banquet is arranged by Wanqing, Zhang Mingyue can guess that this is most likely the woman who looks at her unpleasantly, Sima Yun looked around, in addition to him and Sima Yun had no place, and the weak scholar who came with the owner of the Famous Sword Mountain Villa also had no place, and stood quietly in the back, without speaking, not because there was no position, but because the position that originally belonged to him was put down with two swords。

As soon as the old sword god and the real man Ma Daochang entered the table, Old Man Meng came up to greet him, and it must be known that Ma Danyang's name is not smaller than that of this Sword Villa, so it is naturally widely known.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to count you, I'm going to add a new position. ”

probably saw the embarrassment of Sima Yun and the others, and Wanqing also knew that it was too much, so she immediately went to handle it again, but what about the weak third son of the Famous Sword Villa on the other side?

Ning Xiaorong asked with a smile.

"Why doesn't the third prince sit?"

Without waiting for the weak scholar to speak, Meng Tairan, the eldest prince of the Famous Sword Villa, smiled and said.

"It's not that the third brother doesn't sit, just because the third brother has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he should have practiced martial arts to strengthen his body, but he liked to study, so his body is getting worse day by day, and standing can be regarded as a strong body. ”

"I see. ”

Ning Xiaorong seemed to understand a little, but she immediately said again.

"Since you are weak and sick, you shouldn't continue to stand, if the third prince doesn't mind, you can sit down with my two sons Emei, and the two of them are also my Emei guests. ”

Who knew that the weak and sickly third prince stood still as if he hadn't heard it, but the eldest prince Meng Tairan's face became a little unnatural.

"Oh, honorable guest?"

Before the owner of the village, Old Man Meng, could speak, the eldest son Meng Tairan followed up.

"It doesn't hurt to say that this young man in a green shirt is a distinguished guest, I have seen it just now, but this young man with a knife has not seen it yet, so I am a little puzzled, such a heavy rain should not be to watch the landscape. ”

"Not bad. This Zhang Gongzi has been watching the sword with Ma Daochang in my Emei Hidden Sword Pavilion for the past few days, so I haven't seen it. ”

Ning Xiaorong said with a smile.

The second son of the eldest son of Mingjian Villa turned ugly when he heard this.

"But how can you be qualified to have a look at the Tibetan Sword Pavilion?"

"The eldest prince said this, then what kind of person did you say could enter the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

Without waiting for Zhang Mingyue to refute, Sima Yun stood up.

"If you can enter the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, at least you should be a romantic person in the rivers and lakes, you must know that this Tibetan Sword Pavilion is the work of dozens of generations of masters in Emei, how can you steal it with others so casually? ”

The eldest prince Meng Tairan was arrogant by nature at a glance, but Sima Yun was-for-tat, and he snorted coldly.

"The eldest prince thinks that only an existence as famous as the Famous Sword Villa is qualified to enter the Emei Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

The eldest prince Meng Tairan said coldly.

"So what?"

"Not how. ”

Sima Yun suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.

"It seems that this time it is said that the famous sword villa worships the Emei Mountain Gate, but in fact, it doesn't seem to be like that. ”

Rao is no matter how stupid a person is, he can see that Sima Yun is setting a trap for Meng Tairan, and the common problem of arrogant people is that if someone steps on the tail, they will lose their proportions.

Zhang Mingyue said in her heart, the old fox who talked about business in the past and could talk well has finally returned.

Meng Tairan's face was embarrassed, and in a few words, the real purpose of this trip to knock on the mountain gate was revealed.

"What a young man who can speak well, I'm afraid that you haven't suffered hardships, so I will teach you a lesson for your master today, so that you can understand what to say and what not to say. ”