Jianghu chaos

His voice was not low, and the various sects sitting in front had already heard it, and at this moment they also whispered among themselves:

"This means...someone taught him, he is from Guangzheng University?"

"I didn't hear that Master Xie has a fellow disciple..."

"Maybe Xie door master's master is taking closed disciples outside?"

"Are you stupid! This Luoying sword was left by Master Xiemen's ancestors. It was originally sealed up and did not want to enter the rivers and lakes again. It is clear that Master Xie insisted on practicing martial arts on his own. Where is the master!"

The legend of the Xie family's Falling Yingjian is known to almost everyone in the Jianghu. The several masters looked at each other. It was discussed privately by the disciples in the sect, and we only waited for an explanation from the door master Xie.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Master Xie gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "Impossible!"

"Impossible?" Jian Ling raised the corners of her lips a little bit, but her face became more and more gloomy, "You mean, it's impossible for 'Jian Di' to be alive?"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd was in an uproar: "Jiandi? Mr. Jiandi? Isn't that the name of Master Xiemen?"

"What do you mean, it's impossible to be alive?"

Jian Ling looked sideways, scanned the crowd, and sneered: "His name? It's ridiculous!"

Master Xiemen's face was pale, staring at him, and the moment he turned sideways, the sword suddenly came out, and the offensive was like a strong wind, and it went straight to the empty door behind Jian Ling, and he was caged under the sword in the blink of an eye. Seeing that he was about to take his life!

"Dang!" With a sound, the sword tore through his clothes, and blood flowed from his shoulder immediately. Jian Ling was shaken off the flagpole by the sword, and the blood streaked across the air. He backed up with his figure and ran into another Battle flag.

And at the place where he was standing, another person appeared at some time, his hair band was broken by the sword energy, his long hair was behind his back, holding an ancient and clumsy sword in his hand, it was not out of its sheath, and he only used the scabbard to block the attack.

The man turned his face, his temples were a little disheveled, his eyes were black and blue, and he looked very tired, which was very different from his energetic appearance three days ago.

"Brother Xie?" Mu Jiuqiu stood up abruptly, "What's wrong?"

Xie Chaohan ignored the panting voices from the audience, and without looking at his father, he just stared at Jian Ling and asked, "Where is Wan Qing?"

Jian Ling let go of the hand that was pressing the wound, waved the long sword, pointed at Master Xie Men from afar and said, "Then I have to ask him, where is Jian Di?"

Master Xie's expression changed suddenly, he waved Xie Chaohan away with his palm and attacked again: "I will kill you today!"

Xie Chaohan never expected that his father would really make the killer move. The previous speculation about Jian Ling's illegitimate child suddenly became untenable. Thinking of his mother's reaction, and the momentary killing intent mentioned by Shangguan Yun when Jian Ling appeared the day before yesterday, another guess It came to my mind belatedly, like cold water pouring over my body, making him completely chilled from head to toe.

Jian Ling avoided the murderous sword, and said with a sneer, "So the word 'Jian Di' is more of a threat to you than your own daughter's life?"

Hearing these words, Master Xie, who was dazed, froze involuntarily. He raised and lowered the sword, and stopped reluctantly.

Xie Chaohan stood in the center of the ring watching the two of them, and hundreds of people in the audience watched the three of them. For a while, there was no sound in the arena. There was a silent stalemate.

After a long time, Xie Chaohan moved, and took off the black piccolo around his waist. The thick tassels meandered and scattered on his palm, just like a smear of blood on Jian Ling's shoulder.

"You tried a few times and kidnapped my sister again. Why don't you just tell me what happened." Xie Chaohan looked at them without any emotion, "If my guess is right, you're here to call it a day."

"Miss Xie is safe and sound." Jian Ling said, scanning the crowd intentionally or unintentionally, "You all famous sects, it is difficult for me to fight against you, let Miss Xie leave a way out."

Xie Chaohan held the piccolo and tightened it a little bit: "Jiandi, what exactly is it?"

Facing him, Jian Ling stopped playing riddles: "The bamboo slips are the bamboo slips, and the grass is the grass."

Xie Chaohan suddenly thought of the Dihuadang hidden in the paulownia forest, and the melodious Jiangnan ditty in the Dihuadang that night: "...Is it Lingtang?"

Jian Ling looked at him with deep eyes: "Father."

"Master Jiandi...Jian Di..." Xie Chaohan turned around abruptly, and asked Master Xie in disbelief, "Father, where did the Luoying Sword come from?"

At this moment, in the depths of Luoyingmen's inner courtyard, there are a few wisps of sandalwood wafting faintly, and the sound of chanting sutras is intermittent, hidden behind the thick wooden doors and screens, it is inaudible.

Above the arena, Jian Ling's voice echoed above, every word shocked everyone on the spot.

"Pretending to be my father's name, stealing my family's secrets, thank God, do you really think that no one will pay back the debt that was owed more than 20 years ago!"

Xie Menzhu took a staggered step, blood surged in his chest, and his eyes suddenly went black.

In the mist, there seems to be a clear and clear flute, playing a Jiangnan minor tune that has never been heard before.

"What's the point of reading! You are a scholar who is useless, so why not learn martial arts and go out to be a hero and wander the rivers and lakes, wouldn't it be fun!"

"That's not true! I'm so sour all day long, it's better to be a hero and be free!"

On the roof, the two teenagers happily touched each other with a flagon.

"Jian Di! Thank God! You two little bastards, get out of here! Academy is a place for studying, not a place for you to go to the house!"

Under the eaves, the extremely pedantic gentleman jumped up angrily, and swung a big broom to hit the roof, trying to drive them off.The two teenagers looked at each other, and Qiqi made a face at Mr., one after the other jumped down like a monkey, and ran away without a trace.

"Two little bastards! You can't teach a child!"

After running far away, I could still hear the panting scolding of my husband.

How long ago was this?Master Xie almost couldn't remember, only remembered that at that time, when others saw him, they would only call him a little bastard, thank God, there was no such respectful Master Xie later.

At that time, the little bastard Xie Tianci was always by his side, followed by another little bastard, Jian Di.

Jian Di's scholarly family, his father is a poor scholar from a foreign country, he has made no achievements in his life, and he will barely get by. After having Jian Di, he pins all his hopes on him and devotes himself to studying for him, hoping that he can get a degree in the exam .However, Jian Di is born good at martial arts but not good at writing. He gets a headache when he reads books. He skips school every now and then. He doesn't know where he learned the three-legged cat kung fu. .

Xie Tianci and Jian Di are in the same league, but they are from a merchant's family, which is better than Jian Di's family, but his dislike of reading is comparable to him.The two played truant together all day long, were punished together, and also learned some messy kung fu together.

When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, Jian Di's family became more and more difficult. His parents died of illness early, leaving him alone.

Xie Tianci is not as unruly as he is. When he is not studying, he often uses the money he saves to help him secretly, and also quietly learns martial arts from him. The two of them stumbled and learned by themselves. .

I thought it would go on like this forever, in the unattainable rivers and lakes, I don’t know when the dream of being a hero will come true, until the age of 17, Xie Tianci married his wife according to the orders of his parents, and Jian Di was secretly learning art in the Chengxi Escort. , saw the young lady of that family.

Like a folk story, the poor boy and the young lady were in love with each other for a lifetime, and when they wanted to marry, they were beaten out by the head of the bodyguard bureau.

The newlywed Xie Tianci ran out quietly, and Jian Di had a jug of wine with each other, sitting on the roof as they did when they were young, talking to each other while drinking, and the two seven-foot men shed tears as they talked , slumped drunk on the roof, looking at the dark clouds and the dark moon behind the clouds.

"Godsend, I've made up my mind, without the guidance of a famous teacher, I will never be able to become a hero without the guidance of a famous teacher like us." Jian Di wiped his face, lay on the roof and murmured, "I'd better study, take the exam You can marry her if you pass the imperial examination..."

Xie Tianci was silent for a long time, knocking the jug heavily on the roof tiles, and said with a choked voice, "Read, read! I'm going to do business too! Whatever Jiang Hu, any hero, just be... just be a fart!"

Xie Tianci took out some silver and put it beside him, then, without looking at him, he rolled down the roof and ran away without saying a word.

Since then, Jian Di really worked hard to study hard, Xie Tianci finally accepted his heart, and An An followed his father to learn the way of doing business, as if overnight, the two troubled children grew up and were pulled by the turbulent time Back to reality.

The only thing that remains the same is that Xie Tianci still goes to see Jian Di every now and then, giving him money and books, and watching him die in pain in poetry and songs.

Mrs. Xie was strongly dissatisfied with helping an idle friend like this for a long time. She persuaded her husband several times not to listen, and finally a quarrel broke out in the second year.And once the quarrel started, it couldn't be stopped anymore. The two gradually became estranged because of Jian Di's matter. Xie Tianci suffered from no one's understanding, so he went to find Jian Di more often.

Jian Di patted his friend on the shoulder and handed him a wooden sword without saying a word. This martial art that had been put aside for a year was picked up again in the silence between the two sides. After a year, Jian Di was not unfamiliar , On the contrary, it gradually became organized.

The two encouraged each other and learned from each other, and their progress was much faster than before. These inner skills, footwork and sword moves were all taught by Jian Di bit by bit. Xie Tianci was excited, but also curious whether he had any other adventures.

Jian Di hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth. He was the one who found out that his ancestors were also people from the Jianghu when he was sorting out the books at home. A hundred years ago, he was famous all over the world, especially his swordsmanship, which was even known as the best sword in the world.However, for unknown reasons later, the ancestor Feng Jian retired, telling the descendants to abandon martial arts and follow literature, and ignore the grievances and grievances of the world.It's just that it is really unbearable to destroy the family's unique learning, so it is secretly sealed in the book collection, and whether future generations discover it or not depends on God's will.

"God's will..." Jian Di lowered his eyes and said word by word, "My father and grandfather never discovered the secret book, but I only discovered it. It must be God's will to let me practice martial arts, and God's will to let me enter the world again!"