Sword comes

The supervising official's office came to two dusty and dusty guests, both of them were in the weak crown years, the jade tree was close to the wind, like the pine and the pine, and the first-class beauty.When the porter heard that he was here to visit Mr. Cui, he didn't even ask about his identity. He hurriedly led him into the official residence and led him to the other courtyard where Mr. Cui temporarily lived. He knocked on the door, and the porter politely bid farewell.

The person who opened the door was the gentleman who came here on behalf of Confucianism to seek victory. He won the reputation of Hebi Lang when he was young, and has always been regarded as the best candidate for the next Guanhu Academy.After seeing the two young people, he was both surprised and surprised. He looked at one of the young people leaning against the door, and asked with a smile, "Baqiao, who is this friend by your side?"

The young man called Baqiao said with a hilarious smile, "This guy is a son of the Chen family from Longwei County of the Dayong Dynasty. Brother Cui, you can just call him Songfeng. This guy's life is not good for beauty and wine, but only Shishi. Inkstone addiction, I heard that there are several old pits in the creek here, so I wanted to try my luck. He also has a distant relative who is also with us this time. If it wasn't for her, Songfeng and I would not have been delayed. She only entered the town now, and should have come two days earlier. She didn't like dealing with people, so she went to the town by herself. Alas, it's a pity that the bird is a pity. On the way here, I heard that a prince of the Sui Dynasty got the sky I have a great chance to earn a golden dragon carp, and I will have a great chance of going out of the river in the future, making my eyes red with greed, brother Cui, look at it, it is full of bloodshots, right?"

The young man stretched his head towards the Confucian gentleman, who smiled and pushed his head away with his fingers, reminding: "Liu Baqiao, since he has already delayed his trip, he should hurry up and do business, and what are you doing here? When did Fengleiyuan's behavior become so protracted?"

The disciple of the Chen family from Longwei County looked apologetic and said with a wry smile: "On the way here, there was a conflict and accident, Brother Baqiao injured the visceral orifice that is the sword-raising room, and had to take the risk of moving the sword of life to Mingtang orifice. , if it wasn't for my poor cultivation and becoming a burden, I would never have hurt Brother Baqiao."

Liu Baqiao laughed heartily and said, "It's nothing more than a few sneaky wild cultivators. They were lucky enough to injure this young master by relying on a little crooked ways. Anyway, they are the souls of my sword, so it's not worth mentioning! If you are not in a hurry, My son is going to get them a few tombs and a tombstone, and write down that they died under the sword of Liu Baqiao on a certain day in a certain year. In the future, when I become No. 1 in kendo, maybe it will become a scenic spot. ,right?"

The Confucian gentleman had known this genius Jianxiu in Fengleiyuan for a long time, and he had known his innate disposition, so he brought the two into the courtyard.

Liu Baqiao suddenly lowered his voice, "Brother Cui, give me the bottom line, is this place about to collapse soon? Mr. Qi, the exiled from Shanya Academy, really wants to act against the sky?"

The scholar surnamed Cui turned a deaf ear.

Liu Baqiao smiled and pointed to Mr. Cui, "I already understand."

The Confucian gentleman said casually: "Songfeng, I visited Mr. Qi at the school before, and when he talked about self-cultivation, he had the feeling that 'the time is not for me'."

Cultivating one's own body, governing the country and the world, this sage seed from Cui Clan stopped when he talked about self-cultivation.

At first, Chen Songfeng thought it was a polite greeting between scholars, but when he saw the other person's eyes, his conscience moved, Chen Songfeng immediately understood, and clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Cui, I'm going to look for that distant cousin, after returning I'll ask the master for advice on how to govern the country."

In Chen Songfeng's words, intentionally or unintentionally, he skipped the "Qijia" link, and only mentioned governing the country.

Chen Songfeng left in a hurry.

The scholar surnamed Cui sighed and sat with Liu Baqiao at the stone table in the small courtyard.

Liu Baqiao crossed Erlang's legs and said bluntly: "This Chen Songfeng is smart, he is smart, he knows everything, but he is not too particular about his appearance, anyway, sit down and talk nonsense with you, it's not too late to leave, just so hurry. Going to ask Zuyin Huai Ye? I don’t think it’s necessary. In addition to the Chen family in Longwei County, there are still a few surnames and gatekeepers left in our East Treasure Pingzhou. Is it still falling on the heads of the people who were born and raised in the small town?"

The Chen clan of East Treasure Pingzhou is respected by the Chen clan of Longwei County. Although it has been quiet for a long time, it is only a thin and dead camel that is bigger than a horse. Therefore, even a prosperous sect like Fengleiyuan where Liu Baqiao is located would not dare to underestimate it, so even a person like Liu Baqiao would like to be with him as a half friend.

The scholar asked curiously, "Are you here to find that Master Ruan, asking him to help you make a sword?"

Liu Baqiao hesitated and said nothing.

The rough meaning is to help the sect to do something. If it is done, Fengleiyuan will come forward to intercede with Master Ruan and cast a sword for him.As for why that happened, Liu Baqiao seemed a little hard to explain.

The scholar said again: "Do you know that Zhengyang Mountain is also coming, and it is the master and servant."

Liu Baqiao was stunned for a while, and said in shock, "I haven't heard of it at all, who is here at Zhengyang Mountain?"

Then this young sword cultivator, who was known for his domineering in Fenglei Garden, closed his eyes, put his hands together, and said in prayer, "Don't be the beautiful Su Xianzi, boy, I beg if Su Xianzi doesn't come here, or else Should I use the sword or not? Fairy Su glanced at me, and I was about to die, how could I be willing to sacrifice a flying sword..."

The scholar was a little helpless, "Don't worry, it's not your favorite Fairy Su, but the white ape who protects the mountain. He escorts the precious granddaughter of Tao Kui, the ancestor of the pure Yang sword in Zhengyang Mountain."

"Old Cui, you are really my lucky star! If it's not Fairy Su, everything will be fine!" Liu Baqiao jumped up and down immediately, laughing loudly: "Afraid of him being an egg?! I'm also afraid of an old beast?! Everyone in Fengleiyuan can be afraid. , the only thing I don't condone him is Zhengyang Mountain!"

The scholar hesitated for a moment, "Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are originally orthodox kendos with the same origin, why can't they untie the dead knot?"

Liu Baqiao restrained his joking expression, and said solemnly: "Cui Minghuang, if you come to Fenglei Garden in the future, please don't say a word to anyone."

The reader sighed.

Fenglei Garden, Zhengyang Mountain.

The two sides, from the ancestor Jianxian to the children who have just started, often do not need to disagree, as long as they meet, they will directly draw swords to face each other.

The official concierge and the elderly steward suddenly rushed outside the courtyard, and Cui Minghuang and Liu Baqiao got up at the same time.

The steward walked into the courtyard and saluted, and said, "Mr. Cui, I just got the news that Zhengyang Mountain has shot at a young man named Liu Xianyang."

Liu Baqiao was suddenly furious, "Which Liu Xianyang?!"

The steward had a lot of respect for Mr. Cui. As for the unnamed son in front of him, the old man was not afraid and replied calmly, "Reporting this son, there is only one person in our town named Liu Xianyang."

Liu Baqiao's face changed drastically, and he sneered: "What a Zhengyang Mountain, it's too deceiving!"

Cui Minghuang looked calm and asked, "Did Mr. Qi come forward?"

The steward shook his head and said, "Not yet. I heard that the young man was taken to Master Ruan's sword shop, and it is estimated that even if he did not die, he would only have one breath left. Some people saw with their own eyes that the young man was smashed to the chest with a fist, how could he survive? down."

Cui Minghuang smiled, "Thank you old gentleman for telling this."

The old butler waved his hand quickly, "I dare not act, I dare not act, my duty is to disturb Mr. Cui."

After the steward led the concierge away together, Cui Minghuang saw Liu Baqiao sitting back on the stone bench and asked in confusion, "Are you here for that boy?"

Liu Baqiao's face was gloomy and uncertain, "It's half. It will be very troublesome, big trouble."

Cui Minghuang asked, "It's not just about the grievances between Fengleiyuan and Zhengyang Mountain?"

Liu Baqiao nodded, "It's far more than that."

The scholar sat with his hands folded, and said softly, "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop. It seems that I should set off to retrieve that piece of Sifang Zhengui, even if Mr. Qi mistakenly thinks it is our Guanhu Academy's downfall, there is nothing I can do. ."

Cui Minghuang stood up, "I'll go to the school, I'll go back when I go."

After he left the official residence on Fulu Street, he passed the Twelve-footed Archway, stopped, and looked up at the four-character plaque "Do your part."

Under the sun, the reader stretched out his hand to cover his forehead.

After hesitating for a while, he turned around and returned to the official office.

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On Fulu Street, the white-haired and burly old man led a girl with a delicate face like a porcelain doll. Instead of entering the Lu family mansion, he went to Song's house. There were already people waiting at the door to welcome the two into the house. In the main hall with the plaque on the "Manna Dew Hall", a majestic old man stood up, came to the door to greet him, cupped his fists and said, "Li Hong has seen Senior Ape."

The old ape who moved the mountain in Zhengyang Mountain nodded casually to the head of the Li family, released the little girl's hand, lowered his head and said softly: "Miss, the old slave is waiting for you at the top of the mountain."

The little girl sat on the threshold of the main hall, pouting and not speaking.

The head of the Li family said softly: "Senior, don't worry, our Li family will definitely send Miss Tao out of the town safe and sound."

The old ape hummed, "This time, please help take care of the young lady, even if Zhengyangshan owes you a favor. Let me have a few words with the young lady."

The old man immediately left the main hall and ordered no one in the family to approach Ganlu Hall for a hundred paces.

The old man also sat on the threshold and thought for a while, "Miss, there are some things that shouldn't have been told to you, but the matter has come to this point, there is no point in hiding it, the old slave will tell you together. Okay, most of it is a game carefully planned by someone. The wife of the Xu family in Qingfeng City can't escape, but she may not be the most important person. The great thing about this pit is that even if the old slave notices it, he can't escape. Jump. Miss does not know, the owner of the sword scripture was once a kendo scoundrel who betrayed Zhengyang Mountain. He created it by himself. According to your grandfather, this sword scripture is the most valuable thing. It is that although the person who wrote the book, the final achievement of kendo is just touching the threshold of the sword immortal, but the content of the sword scriptures points directly to the avenue. Miss, what do you think, the ancestor of the Xie family who is friends with our Zhengyang Mountain, what a vision, still Give this sword scriptures the word "extremely high"."

Next, the old man's tone was a bit indifferent, "And this kendo genius who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors, when he was desperate, took refuge in Fengleiyuan, our old enemy of Zhengyang Mountain, and Fengleiyuan really sheltered this person for most of his life, and he became the majority of his life. The tortoise with a shriveled head in his life, later, in order to verify the sword scriptures, he quietly left Fenglei Garden and looked for a number of great sword immortals who have proved the Tao, such as the ancestors of the Xie family. I appreciate it. The ancestor of the Xie family once said in private that the sword scriptures integrate the kendo spirits of Zhengyang Mountain and Fengleiyuan. Once one of them is successful, the battle between the two will be over."

The old man said solemnly: "So, if the old slave can get this sword scripture and give it to you to practice, it will be the best result. Take ten thousand steps back and say, even if we don't get it in Zhengyang Mountain, what will it be given to the old man? The flow of Yunxia Mountain in Longcheng is given the chance by those young people, but Zhengyang Mountain can endure it, but there is only one thing that must not give in half a step, that is, the bastards of Fengleiyuan will get the Sword Sutra!"

The old man's face was livid, "Miss, don't forget, in the deepest part of the garden of Fenglei Garden, above the sword test field, the ancestor of our Zhengyang Mountain is also the ancestor of your lineage, Miss. When Zhengyang Mountain was at its weakest, she resolutely challenged the generation of Fenglei Garden owners. As a result, after she died in battle, her body was not sent back to Zhengyang Mountain for burial by Fenglei Garden. Instead, her body was exposed to the sun, even her head Among them, there is also a long sword of Fengleiyuan swordsman, deliberately let people watch and make fun!"

"It's been 300 years, for 300 years, even though Zhengyang Mountain is recognized to have produced a large number of talents, it has never been able to pull out a sword from Fenglei Garden! Generations of Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators have endured this shame and humiliation. If the wind and thunder garden is not destroyed, it will be a joke for the entire East Aquarius Continent."

"Why is it that I, Zhengyang Mountain, have never been willing to hold a celebration and tell the world to the world after every ancestor has achieved the honor of Sword Immortal?!"

In fact, the little girl has long been familiar with these old past events, and her ears can hear calluses.

It's just that when relatives and elders talked about it before, they tried their best to mention the grievances and grievances of this koan case in a calm tone, far from being full of resentment and expressing their hearts directly.

The little girl asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa White Ape, then why don't you just punch the stubborn boy to death? Although his meridians are now broken and his breath is broken, the sword scriptures are naturally followed. Even if it is smashed and smashed, the immortals can’t recover. But if you are not afraid of [-], you are afraid of what happens. If someone saves him, if someone gets the sword scripture, what should we do in Zhengyang Mountain?”

The inheritance method of that sword scripture is very special and mysterious, and cannot be described in words. It seems that it was inscribed on the wall by the ancestors of the Liu family, or that the traitor of Zhengyang Mountain in those days left an indefinite sword intent in the body of the descendants, and passed it down from generation to generation. He has been waiting for the appearance of a gifted descendant who can control the sword intent that contains the content of the sword scriptures.

So as long as the young man dies, his porcelain buyers and Fengleiyuan will be completely useless.The sword scripture that never really appeared in the world disappeared.

The old man laughed and said: "If the old slave kills the young man on the spot, he will be kicked out of this little world in an instant. What will the young lady do at that time? Do you want the young lady to face the people in Fenglei Garden alone? Besides, the spells here are all the same. Forbidden, Master Ruan can make swords and kill people, but his ability to save people is really not good. Besides, is it possible that Qi Jingchun made a move? Absolutely not. Now he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river. Annoying the old slave, the big deal will show the real body, but the old slave has to see, this world can't support the real body of the old slave!"

The old slave stood up and said with great momentum, "Miss, the matter of the young man on the covered bridge has been ignored. The old slave Rong killed the people in Fenglei Garden and waited for you outside the gate of the top of the mountain. If Qi Jingchun knew each other, he would watch the fire from the other side. , if he dares to intervene, the old slave will dare to smash him into pieces. Even if Master Ruan takes action, the old slave has to fight to the end, it is a worthwhile trip!"

The little girl thought for a while, then smiled brightly: "Grandpa White Ape, you go, don't worry about me."

The old man smiled and said: "Miss, you don't need to worry about the old slave."

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In a room in Jianpu by the stream, there was a strong smell of blood, and basins of blood were brought out, and then basins of clear water were brought back.

An old man who was almost caught by a girl in Tsing Yi with a chicken, the shopkeeper of the Yang family pharmacy, sat on the stool in front of the window, stretched out his hand to wash off the blood on his hands, sweat oozing from his forehead, looked up and shook his head helplessly: "Master Ruan. , this boy's injury is too serious, if it is outside the town..."

Master Ruan, with his arms crossed, said with a stern face, "Don't talk nonsense."

The old man had to smile bitterly.

He did say something nonsense, if it was outside the town, he wouldn't need to take action at all.

Ruan Xiu, a young girl in green clothes, was staring at the leaf of the locust tree on the forehead of the young man on the sick bed.She turned her head suddenly, and asked angrily, "Isn't it okay, if Chen Ping'an takes out his locust leaf, will Liu Xianyang have half of his life?"

The old shopkeeper of the Yang family shop sighed: "If the owner of Sophora japonica is severely injured by this, and then bears the ancestral shadow of Sophora japonica, of course, there is a [-]% chance of being rescued, but if it is used to benefit others, it is another matter. ."

Ruan Xiu shouted angrily: "The surname is Yang! Then why did you talk nonsense before, saying that there is [-]% hope?! Why didn't you say it earlier!"

The old man grimaced and felt extremely aggrieved, "If the old man hadn't said that at the time, I'm afraid that if the young man hadn't died, the old man would have been beaten to death by you."

Ruan Xiu turned pale with anger, and was about to scold.

The man said solemnly, "Xiuxiu, don't be rude to Shopkeeper Yang."

Ruan Xiu gritted her teeth and remained silent.

After the man was silent for a moment, he glanced at the old shopkeeper, who was dumbfounded and motionless for a long time. As if there was no reason for the spring thunder to bloom, he began to curse: "Manager Yang, you are here like a fucking wooden pestle, you're going to die?! "

Meeting such a father and daughter, the old man really wanted to cry, but the key was that he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to be a living horse doctor.

From the beginning to the end, the straw-shoe boy didn't yell or cry. He just went out with water again and again and then entered the door, replacing the basins of blood and water with basins of clear water.

Another quarter of an hour later, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy was also extremely irritable. He looked down at the basin of clear water, slapped the water with a sudden slap, splashing countless splashes, and then raised his head and said to Master Ruan with great grief and indignation: "Master Ruan! You just stab to death with a sword. Forget it, Lao Tzu is just a medicine seller, not a magician who brings the dead back to life!"

The iron man frowned little by little.

The old man immediately shrank his neck.

The young man finally spoke up, "Manager Yang, try again."

After the old man turned his head to look at the young man, the young man's eyes were clean and his tone was slightly increased: "Try it again!"

The old man let out a suffocating breath, and said in his heart, "Son, the old man is really powerless."

The boy struggled to squeeze out a smile, "Manager Yang, please."

The old man looked tired, but still shook his head.

There was only the last bit of hope left in the straw-shoe boy's eyes, and it disappeared.

He squatted down and put down the washbasin, sat on the edge of the bed, held the already slightly cold hand of the tall boy, squeezed out a smile uglier than bitter, and said softly: "I will be back."

The young man got up and left the house, walked to the threshold, turned around suddenly, and bowed his thanks to the Ruan family's father and daughter, the old shopkeeper, and the three who had been busy until now.

The boy crossed the threshold.

The sun was a little dazzling, and after a slight pause, the young man strode forward.

God doesn't give justice, it's okay, I'll ask for it myself, as much as I can.