There are swordsmen in this world, there are swordsmen and famous swords, there are countless famous swords in the rivers and lakes, and there are only thirteen that stand out, you must know that this sword is just a fine iron casting even if it is extraordinary, and it is rare to say that it is rare to see the dark iron cast outside the sky for decades, and the sword is famous because the owner of this sword is famous, the sword is famous, and this sword move naturally derives all kinds of names, Zhang Mingyue said in her heart, I don't know what kind of magic power your sword has, how can I give you a name that you can handle?

"The old-timers first have a sword, which can shake Kunlun, you must know that this Kunlun is almost the ultimate of swordsmanship, even Kunlun can shake it, I really can't think of a more domineering and incomparable name than this. ”

Sima Yun chuckled.

"That's right. ”

The one-armed old sword god pinched his chin, which was already covered with many folds.

"But if it is said that shaking Kunlun is the ultimate of the sword, the old man doesn't think so, just don't think about it, when the sword is really completed, the old man may temporarily give An a name that is best in the world, but you are the second boy, come to Emei, are you interested in having a look at the hidden sword pavilion? ”

"You must know that this Tibetan Sword Pavilion is the hard work of dozens of generations of predecessors in Emei, gathering the essence of Emei's sword for hundreds of years, even the bull-nosed old way went to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion is like a single man seeing a little lady, not to mention an ordinary martial artist? ”

The one-armed little old man closed the window of the moon viewing building, a little worried that the wind would be too strong to extinguish the candle, and then turned around the round table of the two and continued to sit down.

"Forget it, the two of us don't have such a big face to enter this Tibetan Sword Pavilion, and it doesn't take any trouble for the old man to be kind to the two of me again, with that kind of thought, the old man might as well tell this kid your sword intent that shook Kunlun, how can it be greater than the harvest of this Hidden Sword Pavilion, old man, are you right?"

Sima Yun winked at Zhang Mingyue with two glances, and then pushed the lamp under the candle with the one-armed little old man, Zhang Mingyue didn't expect Sima Yun to come like this, but this is also in line with his usual thick-faced temperament, the old sword god drank a few glasses of bad wine from you to escort the two of us It is already a great favor, why do you still plan to steal such magical means as the old-timers?

Without waiting for the one-armed little old man to speak, Zhang Mingyue said softly.

"Forget it, the old-timers don't say that they have the opportunity to learn it, even if they have the opportunity, I'm afraid they won't be able to learn such an earth-shattering sword intent, so let's wait for someone who is destined to learn. ”

"Did you hear that, Sima boy, your heart is too dark, and I don't know what you, a Confucian scholar, have read from that sage book, but Zhang boy. ”

The old sword god turned his head to look at Zhang Mingyue.

"It's not that the old man doesn't want to pass on your sword intent, the old man is also a person who is half buried in the mound, what can't you take and can't put down, just because you learn the knife to specialize in one subject, how many masters in this world are half-hearted and want to cultivate several disciplines? ”

Zhang Mingyue can be said to have only listened to half of the old sword god's words, and her attention was only on the Confucian sentence.

"The old-timers said that this old fox is a Confucian student? How can I look nowhere like it, not only the old fox has never picked up any books, but his stomach is full of bad water, and he wants to eat me dry and wipe it clean, how can it have anything to do with the word Confucianism. ”

Zhang Mingyue was puzzled, but the one-armed little old man didn't seem to be joking, and the old sword god laughed when he heard this.

"Boy, those who can read are not necessarily Confucianists, and those who don't read may not be Confucians, in short, you can't look at this Sima boy with common sense, saying Sima boy, are you interested in learning the sword of the old man, the old man thinks about it, and you are suitable for learning the sword of the old man, what do you think. ”

The man in the green shirt, who had always been cynical and delicate, suddenly became a little serious at this moment.

"Old man, thanks to you, it's just that this sword is the old man's decades of hard work, Sima Yun is unwilling to be the one who steals the blood of others, so this sword, Sima Yun can't learn it, the old man should still find a disciple who can really carry forward your swordsmanship, Sima Yun is incompetent, he just wants to read all the hardships of the world, and he is only willing to walk through thousands of rivers and mountains to prove Sima Yun's own way. ”

The old sword god Zhang Mingyue heard the words with different faces, Zhang Mingyue didn't know how Sima Yun suddenly popped out such a big truth, not to mention that he had read all the sufferings in the world, he had never heard this old fox so deep before, and the old sword god had a flash of light in his eyes.

"It's a good way to prove yourself, since you don't want to learn, the old man doesn't force you, there are many people who read in this world, but there are only a handful of people who can really read a saint, and the old man is optimistic about you. ”

"Sima Yun thanks the old man for his kind words, but this sword shakes Kunlun This kid didn't learn, he must be a little sorry, if the old man is interested, he can play with this kid One hundred and eight products, so that this kid can take fewer detours in the martial arts, Sima Yun is not talented, and he is willing to be accompanied by the sound of the piano. ”

Sima Yun arched his hand.

"That being the case, the old man complied with your boy's request. ”

The one-armed old sword god drank the fruit wine brewed from the only remaining Emeishan green fruits.

"Zhang boy, you have to look at it later, the old man has never performed any martial arts with others in his life, and he must drink human blood when he comes out of the sword. ”

The one-armed little old man said softly, Zhang Mingyue has put the long knife that is about to break with both hands, there is a piano in the moon viewing building, the old sword god jumped out of the attic with one foot, Sima Yun hugged the qin and climbed to the top of the building, the head is the sun, moon and stars, the feet are the old sword god standing with a knife, and the night breeze is blowing in Emei.

"In this life, Sima Yun can meet the old-timers is really a great blessing in life, Fuqin a song Lingjiang scattered, and a poem to accompany the old-timers. ”

The man in the green shirt sat on the roof of the roof, and the guzheng that had been stored for I don't know how many years was placed on his knees, and his slender fingers flickered, and there was a melodious sound of the violin, and he sang softly.

“...... Master, who is the master, wants the white horse to return, still the rivers and lakes. Wine relieves sorrow, thinks about it several times, the world is like a dream, and you rely on laughter to ride the breeze. The rivers and lakes don't ask the way, and the heart asks how many ways to go.......

The silver filaments fluttering downstairs in the moon viewing, without the style of the green shirt of the past, without the famous sword that accompanied the whole rivers and lakes, the one-armed little old man held the long knife lightly in his right hand. He sighed.

"It's a good question of the rivers and lakes without asking the heart, asking the heart to ask a few ways, Zhang boy, look at the knife. ”

But seeing the figure of the old man flying under the moon, Zhang Mingyue had an illusion, only thinking that he was not on Mount Emei, which is the only one in the world, but on the Guangling River where countless romantic characters were born, the river was silent at the beginning, the sky was clear, there were three fishing boats in the river, the old man fishing was independent in front of the boat, there were dark clouds coming from the sky, gradually covering the entire river, there was a silver snake in the dark clouds, suddenly there was a thunderous explosion, the bucket-like silver snake rushed out of the cloud and hit the river, instantly set off a stormy wave, and the heavy rain poured into the world.

The three-bow fishing boat is wobbly, and if one is not careful, it will sink into the river.

The knife technique is like a rolling river, and it is like a battlefield drum.

The sound of the piano accelerated again, and the old man holding the long knife was three points faster, and the shadow of the knife was heavy, and the birds flew in shock.

Although the three old men on the fishing boat staggered, they were not overturned by the huge waves, and the storm came and went quickly.

When the one hundred and eight knives are finished, the heavy rain on the river stops, and the clouds open and the sun is clear.

The strings of the zither in Sima Yun's hand broke in response, and the sound of the qin stopped abruptly, Zhang Mingyue suddenly came back to her senses, and then looked at the front of her, where was the Guangling River, where was the fishing boat, only a one-armed little old man who had collected the knife and stood with his hands in his hands.

It is the moon in the middle of the sky.

Sima Yun put away the piano and slowly walked down the moon viewing building.

"Although I don't see the demeanor of the sword god in the old days, but now I can see the old man's accumulation is also a happy thing in his life, the so-called saint, I think it's just like that. ”

Sima Yun chuckled.

"It's all, where did the old man be a saint, but don't want to break the old man, it's just that the sound of your kid's piano has affected the old man, I didn't expect that this world-famous Lingjiang San can be played by your little bullet to such a realm, the old man is now more and more optimistic about you, you can be so broad-minded at a young age, and it is a bit demeaning to say that you are a little degraded in the rivers and lakes, and it is really terrifying. ”

The old sword god sighed.

Zhang Mingyue listened to the clouds and fog, and the old sword seemed to see what he was thinking, returned the knife, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You don't understand the rhythm of music, it is reasonable not to know, the masters of the three religions have their own strengths, just like I and other martial artists can only fight the sword rivers and lakes, the old man today can only understand that the old man was looking for Lu Chunyang's sword, not only did he not want to compete with the old man, but also laughed at the old man is just a martial artist, and what he said is true. ”

"If a martial artist in the world can train martial arts to such a master, how can he really be called a martial artist?"

There are three beauties coming down the mountain under the moon, and the one at the head is Ning Xiaorong, the contemporary teacher of Emei, and the two behind him are Wanqing in yellow skirts and Mingyue in green skirts.

"Mrs. Shi said that those are jokes of the old man, my generation preached the Tao by force, and it was not as good as the way of heaven in the end, but Mrs. Shi was really good Yaxing, and she didn't rest so late to watch the old man play with the knife. ”

The one-armed little old man laughed.

"Originally, I was going to rest, but after hearing the melodious sound of the piano, I was attracted to it, but I didn't expect to see Li Lao Sword God swinging his sword under the moon, I didn't want to miss such a great opportunity, and by the way, I also brought two disciples to watch the Old Sword God Sword Technique. ”

Emei Master Ancestor Ning Xiaorong then looked at Sima Yun, who didn't know what he was thinking.

"Sima Gongzi can touch such a mysterious sound at a young age, and he must also be a person with a story, my junior sister said that you and Zhang Gongzi have committed too many murders when they walk the rivers and lakes, and they must have to do it as a last resort, otherwise Sima Gongzi should be a talent in the country no matter how you look at it, and he really won't embark on such a bloody road to the rivers and lakes. ”

"Huh. ”

The man in the green shirt downstairs laughed softly.

"Mrs. Shi is really good at joking, where did Sima Yun become a talent in the country, it is nothing more than that he likes music and rhythm since he was a child, and he has learned a few songs at will. Let Shi Tai see and laugh, Sima Yun has no ambitions, he only wants to be born in the rivers and lakes and die in the rivers and lakes, as for the others, he doesn't dare to think about it anymore. ”

Sima Yun waved his hand.

Zhang Mingyue somehow found that the old fox tonight seemed to be a completely different person, no longer half cynical in the past, and even a little sad, thinking about it carefully, he had never heard Sima Yun touching the piano for more than a thousand days and nights, he only knew that Sima Yun was good at wine, and he was not happy with wine every day, and as for reading, he had never seen it, how could he be said to be a talent of the country? Zhang Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu drank a little too much tonight.

Seeing Sima Yun say this, the Emei master who was born and captivated the country and the city, but didn't know how many years he had lived, smiled.

"If that's the case, why do I hear the pride of the world from the sound of Sima Gongzi's piano?"

Sima Yun didn't speak anymore, just looked at the sun, moon and stars above the nine heavens in a daze, and let the mountain wind blow his hair.

"After today, if Sima Gongzi and Zhang Gongzi are interested, they can go to my Emei Hidden Sword Pavilion with Ma Daochang to have a look, which can be regarded as a good fate between my Emei and the two, as for Li Lao Sword God, Tibetan Sword Pavilion must not look down on it, but I know that Li Lao Sword God has broken the famous sword green water in the past, I have three thousand swords in Emei, and eight famous swords...... If it is really to borrow Zhang Gongzi's knife every time, it is too inconsistent with the name of the Qingyi Sword God in the past. ”

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Emei Hidden Sword Pavilion, there are countless sword secrets of Emei for hundreds of years, and it is regarded as a holy place by Mount Emei, when Zhang Mingyue arrived here, Rao has fantasized countless times before, and he can't help but be shocked by this magnificent atmosphere. After nine bends and eighteen bends to reach the destination, the seven-storey octagonal attic, standing alone at the peak, is engraved with countless beasts, cranes and auspicious clouds, there are countless rare flowers and plants in front of the door, and there are seven seven or eight disciples of Emei, and they can't help but point out when they see the young man with a negative knife.

How can Zhang Mingyue not be moved by the ability to have a look at the Sword Pavilion? With the one hundred and eight grade swords, although he is happy, the martial arts are endless, not to mention Zhang Mingyue, who licks blood from the edge of the knife all the year round? If he didn't learn the old sword god's style of shaking Kunlun before, it is nothing more than because this sword is the essence of the old sword god for decades, how can he say that stealing will steal it? Moreover, what the old sword god said is not unreasonable, the martial arts are the most taboo half-hearted, although this Emei hidden sword pavilion is a sword, but there are countless Emei heart cheats inside, if you can get a look, it will definitely be of great benefit to the martial arts.

However, Sima Yun unexpectedly did not come, saying that it was enough for him to eat and drink in his life, and he had no interest in this Laoshizi Hidden Sword Pavilion, Zhang Mingyue was angry, and said in his heart, even if you don't want to learn from the university, you can take a look at it at will, if you can write down one or two more books, it is a great thing, and when the two of them have nothing to eat in the future, maybe they can write one or two books by hand to exchange for cooking money, and no matter how bad it is, they can exchange a few taels of wine to drink, right? But helplessly, Sima Yun didn't come as if he had eaten the scales and had an iron heart, and would rather lie on the bed and sleep, Zhang Mingyue finally determined one point, that is, the words of the old sword god last night must have been drunk too much, and what did he say about Confucianism, as for the rhetoric of Emei Shizu's talent in the country, it is even more nonsense, and there is no one in the world who is not personable and dancing.

Maybe the master and the old man are both old and no longer in their former minds, Zhang Mingyue muttered silently in her heart.

"I've seen you frown all the way, but you don't want to go up to my Hidden Sword Pavilion to take a look? ”

The person who was ordered to take Zhang Mingyue to the Hidden Sword Pavilion was none other than Wanqing, who had crossed paths several times.

"I ......"

"What are you? Do you really think that Uncle Shi is willing to let you come to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to look up to you? Uncle Shi is just looking at the face of Senior Li, there is a sentence that may be a little ugly to say, but I have to say, that is, you are really not qualified to come to my Emei Holy Land. ”

The deserted woman in the yellow dress did not wait for the young man to take the knife and said bluntly after the words stuck in her throat were finished, Zhang Mingyue was extremely embarrassed, her hands were cramped and uneasy, and she didn't know where to put it, if she was changed to the past, who cared what kind of Emei disciple you were, the young master would have already slashed it with a knife, although it couldn't be split, but after all, he had to get out of this evil breath in his heart, and he thought that this Wanqing must have intersected with himself in the past, but now it seems that even if there is an intersection, it will definitely be an endless situation.

Zhang Mingyue remembered the meaningful words that Sima Yun said when she was separated from Sima Yun in the morning.

"Boy, we still have a long way to go, Senior Li will leave us one day, without the protection of the seniors, in the end it is still us who rely on ourselves, so only if we are strong is the last word. ”

"Even if you go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion, the girl will definitely not give you a good face, which is understandable, after all, we are outsiders, and anyone will feel uncomfortable, you just don't see it, what is more precious than this mountain of gold and silver?"

"If people sneer at you, don't be angry, although you smile silly, your dimples are more powerful for women than the Kunlun shake by Li's predecessors, there is nothing that can't be let go, we just accompany the princess to play, I don't know if there will be a second chance to see you in the future, who will know you by then?"

Zhang Mingyue's tight fist slowly loosened, and with a long sigh of relief, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth and two shallow dimples.

"It's just that because I haven't figured out some things, I'm so sad, and I'm bothered that Fairy Wanqing opened the door and let me go into the attic to have a look. Of course, Zhang Mingyue knew that I was not qualified to come to such a sacred place, but I had been yearning for Emei for a long time, and now that I had the opportunity, I was naturally unwilling to give up easily. ”

The cold woman frowned suddenly, perhaps unable to figure out how this knife-bearing guy had suddenly become so good-tempered, but finally opened the door.

"Don't expect too much, you only have a few days, when Ma Danyang leaves, you will be sent down the mountain with Princess Zhaoyang, I don't know if you can read a secret book in a few days, let alone comprehend the essence of it. ”

Wan Qing said coldly.

Zhang Mingyue hugged her fists and saluted, turned around and entered the attic, which was regarded as a treasure by the world, but heard a cold voice behind her.

"Zhang Mingyue, there is something I hope you remember. ”

"It's not the same when you're lying. ”

Zhang Mingyue was stunned, and then without hesitation, she strode up to the attic.

After Zhang Mingyue left, in addition to Wanqing outside the attic, another woman from the country and the city walked over slowly.

"Wanqing, I have one thousand and eleven volumes of swords and three hundred and twenty-two volumes of mental methods in Emei, how many do you think he can observe?"

"I don't know, it's just that Wanqing really can't figure out why Uncle Shi is willing to open the Hidden Sword Pavilion for him, he is just an unknown person. ”

The Emei Ancestor with a delicate face and a country and a city said softly.

"Some people, sooner or later, will come. ”