Jianling

Pichenmen, a famous Taoist school, has been passed down for a hundred years. From the previous dynasty to the present, it has always been famous for avoiding the world and leaving the world.No one knows how many people there are in the Pichenmen, and no one knows how powerful the Pichenmen is.But everyone in the Jianghu will know that the seemingly upright and peaceful Bichenmen is definitely a colossus that they should not easily provoke.

The Pichenmen is heavily blocked, only the heads of previous dynasties will go down the mountain to participate in the Jianghu sword test meeting and other things, and rank themselves in the top ten, just to protect the reputation of the Pichenmen.But veterans with a little experience in the world know that the Bichenmen are called escape from the world, but in fact they have never left this so-called vulgar and dirty world. Before Guan Guan entered the rivers and lakes for three years, during these three years, they will sever contact with their masters, completely relying on the three-foot long sword in their hands and the morality they uphold in their hearts, regardless of good or evil, life or death.

At that time, Xue Lingmiao, the number one in the world, was pregnant with a crime and was plotted against by others. She was surrounded by dozens of masters and sealed off on the Death and Life Peak. They are alone.However, Xue Lingmiao knew that her life was not guaranteed this time, so she had an epiphany when she was on the verge of death, and at the very moment, she fought back and killed several people. .

When Jiang Wenzhi arrived, his lover had already died.

Therefore, the Holy Hand dies for love.

And Xue Lingmiao's treasure is precisely Jiang Shengshou's masterpiece in his life--Lingmiao Du'er Pill.

Because of this battle, Qing Ru Daojun ranked fifth in Jianghu.

In the same year, Wubei, the first disciple of the Pichenmen, turned seventeen and was about to bid farewell to his teacher and go down the mountain alone.

In the Pichenmen, in the Yatang, Qingru made a cup of tea for his proud disciple with his own hands: "This trip will last three years, and you have to figure out your own way for food and clothing, so be careful."

"Remember without sorrow."

Qingru hesitated to speak, sighed, and said: "You are a senior elder brother who has no characters, and you will be the head of Bichen in the future, remember it."

Meng Wupei moved his lips, he still didn't quite understand where the dangers of the world lie, but he was naturally reticent, so he didn't say much, even though Qingru was nagging in his ears, he just nodded politely and said yes, waiting for others to talk. The elders came to see him off.

When Qing Zheng entered the door, Meng Wubei was stunned for a moment. This little martial uncle was younger than him, and was about the same age as Wu Huan. Less than a year after entering the door, the master master ascended into the sky. It is to practice martial arts with him and Wu Huan's junior sister, which is more like the relationship between brothers in the same school, rather than the relationship between uncle and nephew.

But Meng Wubei strictly abided by the etiquette, and when she saw her enter the door, he immediately bowed slowly: "Uncle Qingzheng."

Qing Zheng blushed and smiled, and a little girl behind her laughed crisply: "Brother! Master!"

Qingru also laughed: "Why did Wuhuan call you brother first?"

Xiao Wuhuan came out from behind Qingzheng, giggled and rushed towards Meng Wubei, Meng Wubei bent slightly, hugged her into his arms, Wuhuan said with a smile: "Senior brother will be the master in charge of Wubei in the future." Huan, of course we have to get along with senior brother!"

"The teacher will take care of you now, do you admit your mistake?"

Wu Huan stuck out her tongue: "The master doesn't care about me, the master only cares about the brothers!"

Meng Wubei finally couldn't see it, and touched her forehead: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm serious," Wu Huan stretched out his hand eagerly to pull his hair, "I heard from the elders that the senior brother will marry me when he becomes the head of the sect. If I get too close to the master, the senior brother will definitely marry me." Are you jealous?"

Meng Wubei was stunned for a moment, Qingru whistled in a good mood: "Wubei is about to go down the mountain, how could he marry you? Stop talking nonsense, go to practice swords with your uncle Qingzheng, I'm really ignorant .”

Qingzheng hurriedly said: "It's my fault, I will take Wuhuan away."

"Uncle Master, don't be cautious." Meng Wubei put Wu Huan down, bowed his hands to Qing Zheng, and said calmly, "Master is careless, Wu Huan has a stubborn personality, and Uncle Master has to worry about many things."

Qing Zheng blushed, and quickly waved his hands: "This is what I should do, as long as Wu Huan doesn't dislike me."

Wu Huan sees the needles: "I like senior brother the most, followed by junior uncle!"

"Hey, what about being a teacher?" Qing Ru clapped her hands pretending to be wronged, "Xiao Wuhuan came here to give Master a hug."

It's a pity that Qing Ru really doesn't have much dignity in front of Wu Huan, Wu Huan immediately giggled, made a face at him, and ran out together clutching Qing Zheng's sleeves, never to be seen again.

"—Senior brother should come back soon, my uncle and I will soon practice the Pichen sword technique!"

When the two of them walked away, Qing Ru sighed again, Meng Wubei came back to his senses, and said respectfully: "Why is Master worrying?"

Qingru was silent for a moment, and then said: "Seeing you as a teacher... I don't have much reluctance for Wuhuan."

Meng Wubei said: "You can come back in three years."

"...You have a good character, and you must have a great fortune in the way of swordsmanship. It is the great fortune of Pichenmen and the great fortune of Jianghu." Qingru paused, "But you child, you have been seldom and affectionate since you were a child, and this time you have come down to enter the world. , don't provoke Fengyue, otherwise the harm to others is no less than cutting out the heart with a sword. If you are destined to let others down, you might as well leave no room for it, this is the greatest kindness you can give."

Meng Wubei said softly: "Wubei doesn't understand. What kind of person should not be provoked?"

Qing Ru took a deep look at him, pinched her fingers and muttered something, suddenly a flash of pain flashed between her brows, Meng Wubei hurriedly said: "Master, you don't need to predict the destiny, Wubei should adapt to the situation."

"No problem." Qing Ru endured it for a moment, and although her face was still as golden as paper, her expression improved a little, "You...be sure to stay away from people who value love and righteousness. Wu Huan is one of them, but she It's your junior sister, you can't avoid it, you... If you have no intentions for her, she will be at the age of [-] when you return to the mountain, you have to express your feelings to her, don't delay her."

"Follow your fate without sorrow."

Qing Ru thought for a while, and said: "You and Wu Huan are both poor people without father and mother. As a teacher, I only gave you a Taoist name. You take the common surname of Meng as your teacher, and take Wu Bei as your name. Huan is still young, in your opinion, let her be called Meng Wuhuan in the future?"

Meng Wubei was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked outside the hall, the willows were piled up with smoke, and the mountains were cold, he was silent for a moment, and said: "Meng Yanhan."

"Okay." Qingru smiled, "She must like the name you chose very much."

That year, the first apprentice Meng Wubei knocked on the gate of the mountain to enter the world to practice. Hundreds of disciples in the gate returned gifts to him, and gave him a trip to his seniors, free from illness, pain, disaster, and calamity.

Feidu is adjacent to Yundu, so beauties who are not as good as Yundu often abscond and enter the country, with guests from various families chasing after Yundu behind them.Although Feidu is not as good as Yundu, the place where nobles and famous Jia sell gold, it has long been commonplace, and most of the people who will intervene are foreign visitors. Only fledgling swordsmen have a dream of being a hero to save the beauty, and the guest of Yundu They are definitely not idle people. In the end of the fight, there are very few heroes who can really save the beauty.

But Meng Wubei never thought that he would be regarded as that kind of righteous little swordsman without a bright mind.

The young man in front of him was dressed in tattered brocade clothes, and rushed into the small tea shed where he was staying. Even though he was in rags, Meng Wubei could see a red mark between his eyebrows at a glance, his eyebrows and eyes were very beautiful.The young man rushed to his side, his eyes were like autumn waves, and tears were shining: "Please save my life, Taoist priest!"

There is also a reason for him to pick Meng Wubei.The shed was full of tea guests, but Meng Wubei was the only one dressed in a Taoist robe, wearing a glamorous wind and a bright moon, Kunyu Qiushuang, and he looked like an unsophisticated expert from all over the world. He only missed a tattoo of "" It's not easy to mess with."

The brothers and sisters of the Pichenmen never expected that the brother Wubei, who they are not easy to mess with, would not be free from illness, pain, disasters and disasters when he came down the mountain. Meng Wubei was determined to support himself, and glanced at the young man in brocade clothes Seeing Youpi's face, I said stiffly: "I don't know you."

juvenile:"......"

However, Keqing Yundu had already chased him even closer. This young man was born with a fairy face and no good looks, and he had never been rejected like this by anyone before. Immediately, Liu Mei frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Can you save me?"

Meng Wupei said: "No help."

The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled, and immediately stood in front of him, looking at the people from Yundu who broke into the tea shed with righteousness and awe, with arms crossed to protect Meng Wubei: "Mr. If you give this life, I will definitely protect you!"

Meng Wubei: "?"

This time, without waiting for him to refuse, the group of people looked at each other, and the leader immediately struck with a knife and shouted: "Catch that Taoist priest!"

Meng Wubei: "Tsk."

Before the boy's smile reached the corner of his lips, Meng Wubei moved his right hand slightly, and the Jade Sword was unsheathed suddenly, and he slammed it down.

Afterwards, the guests came one after another with their swords, halberds, and whips, and Meng Wubei's snow-white Taoist robes were pulled on his head and face, while the young man had already hid behind him, sobbing half-truly, and helplessly calling out in a low voice: "Lang Jun, go away!" Hua'er is not worthy of you...Hua'er will never repay your favor in life, if your husband is in trouble today, Hua'er will not live!"

Meng Wubei's head ached from his reading, while parrying the opponent's attack, he cursed angrily: "Shut up!"

The guests glanced at each other and said with a sneer: "Sure enough, you, a Taoist priest, helped him escape secretly. Such a sincere couple, dare to touch the bad luck of our Huanxi sect?"

Meng Wubei couldn't argue with a hundred words, but when he heard "Huanxizong", his heart skipped a beat.

There are so many monsters in the Huanxi Sect, who cause trouble for misfortune, death is not a pity!

The cold light of the carved jade sword was shining brightly, and finally there was a trace of killing intent, Meng Wubei turned defense into offense, and the majestic internal force surged up, and the smothered appearance just now was no longer there.

The young man in brocade clothes darkened his eyes, quietly counted his hands hidden in his sleeves, and his figure was like a dark light passing by, with the intention of fleeing while taking advantage of the chaos.I don't want Meng Wubei to take the time to look back, a bone-piercing chill shot out of his eyes, and the boy was frozen in place.

Hua'er: "Haha, I misunderstood."

Because of this glance, Meng Wubei was accidentally cut in the arm by the man holding the knife, so he had to ignore him for the time being and focus on the fight first, the young man secretly heaved a sigh of relief, his figure disappeared in an instant, his steps were as light as stepping on a lotus swimming in a lake, A dagger quietly glowed from his sleeve.

Although Meng Wubei had already mastered the Pichen swordsmanship, he was inexperienced after all. He only sparred with his brothers on the mountain, so everyone should be less aggressive. This was also the first time he faced such a terrifying opponent. He is weak and weak, and after a short fight, the youngest girl among the opponents seized the opportunity, and a cold and radiant sword was pressed against his vest.

Meng Wubei gritted her teeth and finally closed her eyes.

Skills are not as good as others, and they are willing to bow down.

The girl's sword was about to stab down, but she heard a chuckle from the young man in brocade: "Sister Mei Xun's sword is really fast and accurate, even my husband is no match."

The girl he called Mei Xun had stern and delicate features, and immediately responded in a cold voice: "You have colluded with outsiders and betrayed your adoptive father. This is an unforgivable crime."

But the young man ignored him, and walked out slowly with the collar of the child he had just caught, smiling like a spring breeze, his eyebrows curved: "Mei Xun is devoted to Sect Master Wen, so don't neglect younger brother Zhu Mi."

Wen Meixun's eyes widened suddenly, and sure enough, seeing that he was holding her twin brother in his hands, she immediately burst into a rage, "You should die!"

"I don't know whether I should die or not, but your brother doesn't seem to deserve it?" The young man smiled lightly and winked at her, "You can't live without Zhu Mi, and I can't live without Mr. Lang, let's be considerate to each other, what do you think?" Woolen cloth?"

Wen Zhumi wrinkled his face and was about to cry, but he stopped crying, and said in a trembling voice: "Sister, don't worry about me, take them back...the foster father will be happy."

The sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

Wen Meixun was young, but at the age of eight or nine, she was extremely proficient in using a sword, she put the sword back into its sheath immediately, and said coldly: "Give me back Zhumi."

The young man did what he said, seeing that Meng Wubei had walked out of the siege, he immediately let go, let Wen Meixun rush to support Wen Zhumi's crumbling body, and smiled heartily: "It seems that you two called me before. A few times, brother, and brother will teach you again, you must be on guard against others."

Wen Meixun said coldly: "You are no longer my elder brother when you attack Zhumi."

The young man blinked innocently: "If you want to kill Mr. Lang, it's just me killing my husband and my enemy."

Wen Meixun's mouth is stupid, he can't be blamed, so he can only shut up angrily, hold Wen Zhumi in his arms and coax him carefully, then turn around and leave.

"Mei Xun is defeated, won't he catch us again?"

Wen Meixun's teeth were rattling, but it was Wen Zhumi who muffled in her arms: "Brother, just leave, we will come after tomorrow."

The young man clapped his hands and said sincerely, "Good perseverance."

Wen Meixun snorted coldly, turned her head and said to several subordinates: "Let's go!"

The Huanxi Sect has a strict hierarchy. As the right and left protectors, his siblings are in the position of one person under ten thousand people. Although the others are dissatisfied with Wen Meixun's behavior of sticking to the morals of the world, they also think that they are not her opponents. Heeding her order resentfully, they all left the tea shed.

The young man smiled lightly, and was about to say something, but a cold wind hit his face, and the carved jade sword was as cold as ice, like Meng Wubei's face without sadness or joy.

The young man had to sigh first, but his figure turned abruptly, ethereal like smoke, Meng Wubei didn't expect his martial arts to be so good, he didn't have time to react, instead, the young man pointed a dagger at his vest, and the young man was full of jokes from behind. Laughter: "Lang Jun has such a temper, does he actually like this kind of game?"

Meng Wu sadly said: "Your martial arts are not bad, why did you harm me?"

"Hitting you?" The young man paused for a moment, aggrieved, "Lang Jun misunderstood...Hua'er didn't guess you...so you can't fight."

Meng Wubei: "..."

"Didn't Hua'er save Lang Jun? Why is Lang Jun still angry with Hua'er?"

Meng Wubei couldn't bear it anymore: "Young Master, you should respect yourself. In the future, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."

"That can't be done." The young man turned to him. He was already as beautiful as a peach and plum, and his smile was even more gorgeous. "Hua'er hurt you, and you must be responsible for him in the future. Otherwise, they won't be able to catch up with you." If it comes to me, if you come to find trouble with Lang Jun, wouldn't Lang Jun want to hate Hua'er even more?"

"Get to know each other again, and it will be convenient for you and me to live and die together."

The young man smiled and said softly: "My surname is Xiao, and my name is Shuhua. I don't know how to call you sir?"