This place is in the barren mountains and mountains in the unknown place in the south of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the highest mountain within a radius of 100 miles is only one or two hours up the mountain, how can it be compared with the Kunlun Mountain in the north of the Northern Wei Dynasty? Saying that the sword can shake Kunlun is inevitably a little exaggerated, but when the little old man who has no arm slashes out a sword under the bright moon, everyone except the real person Ma Danyang and the old woman Emei widened their eyes, that is, Sima Yun, who has always been indifferent to anything, looked at this sword at first, it didn't seem to be any different, but it just cut out a little sword intent, but just two breaths The sword intent was already monstrous, and the sword saint Luo Zhiqiu's face was full of horror, and in an instant, the direction of the sword qi rumbled and the earth trembled in a trembling dust, and when everything was calm, the earth was left with a huge ravine that could fill the ferry, Knife Saint Luo Zhiqiu lost his right arm with a knife and lay on the ground with convulsions. The blood flowed like an infusion.

The old sword god fell lightly, walked slowly to Luo Zhiqiu, and sealed the acupuncture points around Luo Zhiqiu's body so that the blood would no longer flow.

"Why don't you kill me?"

"The old man stopped killing people a long time ago, where did you come from, go back, if that person doesn't let you live, you can re-enter the rivers and lakes and stay incognito. ”

After the old sword saint finished speaking, Shi Shiran returned to his original position, returned the sword, and continued to lean on the old crooked neck tree to nap as if he was fine.

The old woman of Emei was unwilling.

"Could it be that he killed my fellow Daomen, so many people are just like that?"

"If Mrs. Shi is capable, she can wait for someone to heal before going up and working hard, but the old man put his words here in advance, that is, don't expect to be cheap for the greedy old man, Luo Zhiqiu is also a famous figure in this Jianghu, even if he dies, he will die with the brilliance. ”

The old sword god suddenly opened his eyes and said leisurely.

The old woman Emei was furious, but in the end, she just took a long breath and gave up.

Luo Zhiqiu picked up a life, and then looked in the direction where the old sword god was.

"Today's grace of not killing is temporarily recorded and farewell. ”

Picking up the severed arm and the blade knife that had been with him for decades, Luo Zhiqiu staggered away, and disappeared after a while.

"Right now, Ma Dao Chang has already said that he will not pass on the princess's sword path, so the princess is still interested in continuing to walk this Emei?"

Sima Yun asked with a smile.

"Go, why don't you go. ”

Princess Zhaoyang was full of interest.

"It's all here, wouldn't it be disappointing to go back? The Taoist chief is unwilling to teach this princess swordsmanship, which is expected, how can this princess be the woman who is so hot? If the Taoist chief doesn't teach today, there will be tomorrow, and if he doesn't pass on tomorrow, there will be no reason to give up halfway, not to mention that this princess has long heard that Emei is a strange show, and there are countless mountains and rivers and dangerous peaks, and I am used to seeing my Xichu Yima Pingchuan, if you don't carefully experience the landscape of the Northern Wei Dynasty, wouldn't it be disappointing?"

Sima Yun and Zhang Mingyue were relatively speechless.

In the end, it is a woman with a body of ten thousand people under one person, and she will do whatever she wants, but she can't help but be faintly worried about delaying the major event of the prince in the court, but then she suddenly became enlightened when she thought about it, Zhang Mingyue said in her heart, I am not the master who worries about the country and the people, where can I manage so much, whether it is the Northern Wei Dynasty or the Western Regions, no matter who enters the Central Plains, I can still eat? The old sword god doesn't need to say much, he fades out of the rivers and lakes and wanders all over the world without a stable place to live, but I am afraid that he will inevitably be looked down upon by people along the way, and he is even more sad when he arrives in Emei.

The old sword god doesn't matter, the strength is there, you can say whatever you want, no one dares to say half a word, but when it comes to him and Sima Yun, he is cautious in his words and deeds, one accidentally arrives at the Emei territory, whether he lives or dies and people can't afford to have the final say, the real person Ma Danyang and the two of them have no friendship, at most they can only be regarded as a pilgrim who has been on the Qingguan, even if the old sword god has the means to reach the sky, it is difficult to protect the lives of the two.

That's it.,Since I learned this knife and made a murderous business, I never thought that I could end up well.,What you can't let go of is just where you come from.,If it's really dead, everything will be gone.。

Zhang Mingyue's hand holding the long knife slowly sent away, and Sima Yun leaned against the old sword god under the same crooked neck tree, and a few strands of green silk naturally fell from his forehead.

"The sword of the old-timer Fang Cai is called Sword Shaking Kunlun, can this sword really shake Kunlun?"

When he was young, he was a little old man who was old for decades and only had one arm left, and he didn't have a good temperament.

"Do you really think that Kunlun Mountain is made of tofu? Say that you can split it if you split it? That's just the name of the old man's temporary intention, but ......"

The one-armed little old man seemed to be a little anxious and scratched the white green silk, ignoring the few leaves that fell from the tree.

"If it can reach the realm of heaven and earth or the land immortal realm, it is not impossible for this sword to shake Kunlun. ”

Sima Yun was stunned, and he said again.

"I heard that the Kunlun Mountain is thousands of feet high, a hundred birds can't fly, and the four seasons are cloudy and mist, it is difficult to see its true face, and I heard that the Kunlun Mountain has a real immortal who has a foot on the thick soil and the emperor, and I don't know if it's true or not, but the old-timer you traveled all over the rivers and lakes when you were young, have you ever reached Kunlun Mountain?"

"I've never been. ”

The one-armed old man plucked out his ears, then blew on the little finger that plucked his ears to make sure there were no more earwax before continuing.

"It is said that there are immortals here in this world, there are immortals there, and how many people have seen what immortals look like? It's just some Xiao Xiao's nonsense, okay, don't disturb the old man's sleep, Luo Zhiqiu has already left, and there shouldn't be any trouble along the way, although it is nonsense. ”

After the old sword god finished speaking, he fell asleep with his chest, and it didn't take long for a snoring sound to be heard.

Said that although he was talking nonsense, how could he sleep peacefully after the war? The real person Ma Danyang found a secluded place alone and sat down cross-legged, Uncle Emei closed his eyes and breathed, Princess Zhaoyang had no Ma Daochang who could pester the sword and did not want to be accompanied by Sima Yun and Zhang Mingyue, so she went to Wan Qingyue's side, and the four girls didn't know what to say, but they were talking and laughing.

Zhang Mingyue was bored, so he flipped through the book of one hundred and eight knives given by the young uncle on the Shangqing Temple, and the more he looked at it, the more interesting he felt, and he didn't even bother with Sima Yun who came to him.

The little Taoist priest Yang Hongye said that he couldn't say that he gave it, and he didn't say that he couldn't let others see it, not to mention that Sima Yun was no one else in Zhang Mingyue's heart, it was one thing to be rescued by Sima Yun, and it was another thing to be passed on by Sima Yun to enter the realm of martial arts five products with sword techniques in the past three years.

"This little Taoist priest is really a real person and does not show his face, and this kind of gathering that has been condensed through the painstaking efforts of several generations can make one, two, or three deficiencies. ”

Sima Yun stroked the falling green silk and laughed softly.

"Who said it wasn't? It is not unreasonable for Ma Daochang to let the princess learn the sword from Xiao Dao surnamed Yang, but this princess doesn't know if she has eaten too much of the delicacies and delicacies in the palace, and she actually looks down on the little Taoist surnamed Yang. ”

Zhang Mingyue closed the knife spectrum and said softly.

"Walking the rivers and lakes, real people don't show their faces, they don't show their faces, they don't show their faces, this truth is something I realized very early, if it weren't for this reason, I'm afraid I wouldn't know which business I died in, and I don't know what you think about the old fox, obviously you only have three points of ability, but you have to take on the work of seven or eight points of strength, so that I don't have a business that is satisfactory. ”

Sima Yun was not embarrassed when he heard this, but smiled even more.

"Let you learn the knife because you want to become a master, since you want to become a master, then you always have to do something challenging, let you fight with a group of guys with the same means as you or weaker than you all day long, even if there is progress, it will not be too fast, otherwise you think you are only fifteen or sixteen years old to achieve the five grades, where do you come from? Not to mention that you have done so many transactions, have you ever lost a hair?"

Zhang Mingyue was speechless, knowing that if he talked about the battle of words, he would not be able to reach a Sima Yun for ten Zhang Mingyue, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't help but sigh for the bits and pieces of the past three years.

"Old fox, you might as well tell me, what level are you now? I haven't seen you kill anyone, but you can pass on my sword technique so that I can cultivate the realm of the five grades. ”

As everyone knows, when Sima Yun heard this, his face was indifferent.

"I don't know what level it is, but I should be able to see Mr. Li's back. ”

Zhang Mingyue was noncommittal to Sima Yun's ambiguous answer, and said in her heart that Sima Yun was definitely not an ordinary person, but it would definitely not be high.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you this question, so let's worry more about what will happen next after Emei is gone. ”

Zhang Mingyue leaned her back against the green grass and pillowed her hands behind her head.

"Boy, have you ever thought that there might be only you left in your family, after all, when I found you back then, it seemed that you were hunted down by the enemy. ”

"I've thought about it, of course I've thought about it, but I just want to give myself a hope, even if I am destined to be disappointed, otherwise I am afraid that I will die in the future and I don't know where to bury it. ”

Zhang Mingyue said softly.

"Ha, it's too far-fetched to say that, maybe your kid is actually the son of the prince of the Houmen, it's just that he suffered an accident when he went out on a long trip, and maybe you were once an unborn real apprentice. ”

"Thinking too much about you. ”

Zhang Mingyue glanced at the man in green shirt who was immersed in the fantasy of his life experience.

"It's not very demanding, as long as you know where I'm from, who my father and mother are, whether something happened or ...... Abandoned by them. ”

Sima Yun was stunned, under the moon, a cold beauty in a goose yellow dress walked over ten zhang away.

"What if you find out that it's a bamboo basket to draw water?"

"Improper how. ”

Zhang Mingyue didn't bother his head, looking at the crescent moon that was far away from an unknown distance, he said softly.

"In this world, some people are for money, some people are for fame, Zhang Mingyue doesn't have much ambition, even if he does business, he can only do business for a few taels of silver, and he never thought that he would do anything like Li Lao's predecessors who are famous all over the world, just want to figure out where his roots are. ”

Wanqing seemed to have a thousand words to say, but when she saw the young man lying on the green grass with a long knife and looking at the bright moon in the sky, she finally held back.

Before returning, he left only a cold word.

"Your roots are long gone. ”

I don't know if Zhang Mingyue listened to that sentence, this night, Sima Yun didn't bother Zhang Mingyue for the first time, and stayed until the next day, the real Ma Danyang was in front, the old woman Emei and the three disciples were in the middle, and Princess Zhaoyang fell to the back with the one-armed little old man, maybe because Uncle Emei was seriously injured and did not recover, and when he arrived in a small town, he paid for a carriage, and the real Ma Danyang was the driver of the carriage, Sima Yun Zhang Mingyue did not want to let the old sword god lose face, gritted his teeth and got a brand-new carriage, who knew that Princess Zhaoyang actually left the princess's face and wanted to go in, and the two were unwilling, Xindao We are just responsible for your princess's outing, but we don't want to be your portable maid, but the old sword god is not unwilling, and he sits in with a grunt, and the two carriages go straight to Emei.

How big is the territory of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Zhang Mingyue can't say clearly, how many places have been stepped on in the past three years can not be counted, in the past, the seven kingdoms of the world were wiped out by the Northern Wei Dynasty, and there is today's three-legged situation, to the west is the Western Regions, to the east is Penglai, to the south is Emei, to the north is Kunlun, from Chaoyang City to Shangqingguan and then to Mount Emei, so how to come and go also has to travel for a month, and the same as when the first day to send Xianshan, it is the sunset and dusk, the two carriages gradually stopped, the real person got off the carriage, followed by the three disciples such as Emei and Mingyue, and finally the one-armed little old man got off the carriage。

is different from sending Xianshan, if it is said that sending Xianshan is like a graceful Taoist real person, then Emei is more like a Fuqin woman in Jiangnan.

Princess Zhaoyang looked at this scene like a cheering sparrow and walked here and there, maybe she saw the flowers and plants that Xichu did not have, so she picked a flower that was different from the green silk, or saw the unknown verdant dripping mountain fruit, ignoring the bitterness when it was not yet ripe, and there was no half of the posture of the princess of the dynasty to bite, Zhang Mingyue shook her head, and said in her heart that this princess was naughty when she was also very amorous, but it was much better than the cold Wanqing who was as cold as frost all day, although he also knew that Wanqing was not a real ice beauty, but it was just a little too cold for him, Zhang Mingyue couldn't help but think of the most of the months since the two met, there is a feeling that a long time has passed.

"If you have a family, Princess Zhaoyang will put down half of the shelf, it may actually be easier for people to get closer. ”

"What?"

Sima Yun, who was standing next to Zhang Mingyue, was stunned, and Zhang Mingyue reacted at this time, but she was distracted.

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about something. ”

Zhang Mingyue said softly, and then loosened the long knife that was a little too tight and looked ahead, but it was facing the two shadows, one yellow and one green, when I arrived here, it was almost time to separate, and I don't know if I will see you again in this life.

Zhang Mingyue thought silently in her heart.

"Your quality is not very good, and it can even be said that it is a knife that is broken and iron, the last battle with the princess guards is almost broken, what's the use of keeping it? If you are reluctant to say those three words on the blade, you can buy a new one and carve it on, you also know that we always have to pay attention to the appearance of our business, if there is no eye-catching knife, how can we make our gold owner believe in our strength?"

Sima Yun ignored Zhang Mingyue's objections and took down the iron knife that had cracks and looked at it carefully, the afterglow of the sunset shone on it with a cold and cold light, that was because Zhang Mingyue would carefully clean the rust on the blade every time he fought, but this iron knife engraved with three words, the indentations of the three words had become a little black and purple.

"I don't know how many deals you have made to make these three words look like this, no wonder you are so quick with a knife. ”

The yellow dress outside the three zhang said lightly.

"It doesn't matter how much business I do, every time I try to clean the dent, but every time I get hurt, where do I have the heart to care about these things, and over time the blood dries up and it becomes like this. ”

Zhang Mingyue turned out that the iron knife in Sima Yun's hand carefully touched the three words, and the place where he started was cold.

"It's not that I don't want to change the knife, it's not that I don't pay attention to my appearance, it's just that killing people has little to do with knives, if you have the idea of killing, you can cut the damage of a knife with a wooden stick, old man, do you think I'm right?"

"It's kind of interesting. ”

The one-armed little old man who stood alone and watched the dangerous peak chuckled.

"In these years, the masters should pay attention to their appearance, and the weapons used are all of a variety of powerful origins, that is, some of the scholars who dance and write ink have also begun to have a culture of matching swords, in the old man's opinion, it is really boring, Zhang boy, you are right, if you have the idea of killing, anything can be turned into a knife, if you are a gallant mouse, what about giving you a famous sword with thirteen handles? I like you more and more. ”

The woman in the yellow dress was puzzled by the woman in the green skirt, and finally couldn't help asking.

"Zhang Gongzi is doing business, how can he have anything to do with murder?"

The old woman Emei, who was facing her back, was seriously injured and had not recovered, she didn't look back, only said coldly.

"Mingyue, do you really think that this young man is a businessman, and the business he does is a business of licking blood and killing people with a knife, so are you willing to talk to him a little more?"

Once had a meal with a young man with a knife at the post station, the woman with a set of bedding trembled.

"Zhang Gongzi, is this true?"

"Really. ”

The young man with a dimple on his face and an ugly expression put away his scabbard.

"Rescued by the old fox, the two of us didn't want to starve to death, so they started this business of taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, which lasted three years, took over 312 businesses, and made 311 transactions. ”

"You remember it well. ”

Sima Yun said with a smile.

"And do you remember what the first deal I asked you to make was?"

He asked.

The young man who put away his long knife closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Someone gave us two taels of silver to make us his eldest brother, because his eldest brother raped his daughter-in-law, I used a knife, and split the man in half, that year, I was twelve years old, and since then you have found me a business every three or five times, until more than half a month ago, there was no mistake, and there were many times when I almost died, you told me, I am the best swordsman in the world, I believe it. ”

Mingyue's face was pale, Wanqing sneered, the old woman Emei used her sword to kill, the real person Ma Danyang's face was cloudy, Princess Zhaoyang took a bite of the green fruit in her mouth, and she didn't know whether to spit it out or go down, but the old sword god was full of smiles.

Mingyue still refused to believe it.

"Three hundred and twelve transactions, three hundred and eleven transactions, how about another one?

The young man with the knife who closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes.

"It didn't work out. ”

"Because the woman drew her sword before I struck her with a knife, and I was not the one I killed, and I did not take money, so naturally it could not be done. ”