Chapter 460

Dugu Yun said, "Han Li“

Hearing this, Dugu Cheng nodded slightly and said, "yes, Bei Dao Han Li, not only has excellent Sabre skills, but also is very cautious. It would be a good way for him to go“ Dugu Yun said, "if dad thinks it is feasible, I will order him to go to Miao Jiang secretly in a few days“ Dugu Cheng said: "OK, you can arrange it. But if it succeeds, it's your brother's credit. Won't you feel wronged“ Dugu Yun said calmly, "my father is joking. He is my eldest brother. Whoever takes the credit is for the fate Pavilion and my father's ambition. I am not wronged“ Dugu Cheng finally opened his eyebrows, "ha ha" and said with a laugh, "yun'er still knows the truth! Well, with the clouds, the earthly Pavilion will dominate the Wulin one day“ Dugu Yun was still calm and bowed: "I'm leaving, I'll arrange it now“ Dugu Cheng waved his hand and said, "go, transfer another 50 experts from luochenxuan and brother Chang to help your eldest brother“ Dugu Yun whispered, "yes“

Step back a few steps to the door before turning away.

Dugu Cheng looked at Dugu Yun and nodded slightly.

Funiu Mountain, on the Bank of Jianhe river in the east of Huilong City, is not high. It is named Funiu Mountain because it looks like a buffalo lying by the river to drink from a distance.

The east of the city is not as lively as the west, only because the east of the city is dominated by local residents, and most vendors are concentrated in the west of the city.

Crossing the river, you can see Funiu Mountain less than three miles upstream.

At the foot of the mountain, apricot flowers are in bud or budding. A stream meanders from the flower forest and flows down the hillside. Above the hillside, there are dense trees, green pines and cypresses, and occasionally green bamboos.

It was nearly dusk, the setting sun was like fire, and the sunset reflected a bleak River and a shady mountain.

At this time, Mo Ge was drinking with an old man in a dilapidated wooden house on the hillside.

Wine is brewed by the old man himself, and vegetables are planted by the old man himself.

When Mo Ge came here, the old man was returning with a hoe. On the wasteland of the mountain, he had opened several vegetable gardens around the wooden house.

The old man said that he moved here earlier and didn't like trouble, so he found this wilderness and lived in seclusion for 20 years.

The old man has a bow back, lame feet, loose hair, wrinkled face and black hands like an eagle, but his eyes are bright and his actions are agile. He is not like an old lame man in his late seventies.

The wooden house was simple, with a bed, a table and a chair. Mo Ge came. He temporarily took back a stump from the mountain, which was regarded as a chair.

Mo Ge came in the evening. The old man watched him walk up the hillside for a long time.

Funiu Mountain is not far from Huilong City, but few people come. When apricots are ripe, children from nearby villages come to pick them together, but as long as they meet the old man, they will panic and run away.

In the eyes of the children, this is a strange person, even a monster, so they will be afraid to see him.

Gradually, even children did not dare to come. It became more and more desolate and secluded.

Mo Ge suddenly appeared. The old man may not have seen strangers for a long time. He was a little surprised, so he kept watching.

Mo Ge did not expect that there would be people living in seclusion on the mountain, and he was a lonely and widowed old man.

"Are you lost?"

With a hoe on his shoulder, the old man looked at Mo Ge and asked inexplicably.

His voice is turbid. He seems to seldom talk to people and seems a little stiff.

Mo Ge was stunned. For him, everywhere is a road and everywhere he goes is lost.

He was chased and killed by Shui Zhenxiu and others. He was thinking about how to find out the truth of the moon mountain murder case, but he didn't dare to return to the dragon city easily and didn't want to leave the dragon city easily, so he came here.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the whole Huilong city at a glance. But he didn't expect someone on the mountain. A natural vigilance began from the bottom of his heart. He looked at the old man not far away in front of him.

The old man described it as obscene, but also very simple. He bent down and stared at himself without fear.

He suddenly smiled softly and said, "yes, I'm lost."

The old man smiled and showed some yellow teeth and said, "why don't you... Have a rest and drink?"

Mo Ge looked at the mountain stream flowing at his feet and asked, "do you have any wine?"

The old man was stunned, but quickly said, "yes, but it's not good wine."

Mo Ge smiled. He didn't expect that there were people and wine in such a place. Although it's not good wine, it's at least better than mountain stream water.

When he came to the wooden house, the old man said, "don't worry, I'll find a chair."

Then he went out. Mo Ge looked at him. Although he was old, lame and bent, he was agile.

Not long after, he took back a stump, which must have been left by him when he cut trees in earlier years, and it was covered with moss.

But Mo Ge didn't mind and sat down naturally.

The old man took a jar of wine, opened the mud seal and smelled of wine.

A dish of soybeans, a dish of dried radish and a bowl of turbid wine.

The old man said, "the wine is sorghum wine brewed by myself. Although it is a little rough, you can only make do with it in the mountains."

Mo Ge took a sip and felt mellow, soft and waxy, which was not what the old man said. I couldn't help praising: "good wine!"

The old man said with a smile, "if only the guests like it."

Mo Ge said: "younger generation Mo Ge, the old man just calls me Mo Ge."

The old man said, "where are you going? Are you going to Huilong city? "

Mo Ge said with a smile, "if I want to ask for more wine at my father-in-law's house, will my father-in-law be willing?"

The old man said, "why not? The little old man has lived here alone for 20 years and no one has ever drunk with me. If you don't dislike the shabby and poor family of the little old man, why don't you live here for a few days. "

Mo Ge said, "why do you stay here alone? Is there anyone else in the family? "

The old man was as calm as water. He raised his wine bowl and took a sip. He said, "he died. He died twenty years ago. The little old man lives alone. If he hadn't had a resentment in his heart, he would have followed them under the nine springs."

Mo Ge just raised the wine bowl, was stunned, put down the wine bowl and said, "but what happened at home?"

The old man shook his head gently and said, "stop talking and drink a bar. I'm dying. It's no use thinking about it. "

Mo Ge saw that he looked dejected. Although it was 20 years later, it was obvious that he could not forget and let go of that past, so he was still excited when he mentioned it now.

Mo Ge suddenly became interested in the old man in front of him, but he was afraid to touch the old man's sad past, so he stopped asking.

He really lived in Funiu Mountain and thought hard about his Sabre technique. In order not to surprise the old man, he chose the open place in the apricot forest at the foot of the mountain to practice the sabre technique again and again. In a few days, his understanding of the sabre technique was higher.

The continuous fine weather makes the plants sprout and welcome spring.

Mo Ge jumped in the sea of flowers in the apricot forest. The flowers and leaves fluttered like butterflies in the sky.

People are in the middle of the flowers, and the knife is dancing in the flowers. In the colorful falling flowers, the knife technique is finished all the way. There is still more meaning. With a soft drink, the autumn wind knife cleaves to one side, and a few flowers and leaves turn into two silently.

When the knife was sheathed, he suddenly found that the old man was standing motionless and staring at him.

He looked at the old man with a chill in his heart. His lips moved, as if he had something to say, and it seemed difficult to open his mouth.

Mo Ge jumped in front of the old man and asked, "what's the matter, sir“ The old man looked at him for a long time, suddenly sighed "Hi", turned and walked up the mountain.

Mo Ge followed closely. They soon came to the wooden house. The old man suddenly turned to look at him and said, "young Xia's sword skill... But is it lanzixuan who has learned from both swords“ Mo Ge was suddenly surprised. The color of horror in his eyes was very obvious and looked at the old man in front of him. Being able to recognize his Sabre technique shows that the old man is also a Wulin man and should know his own master.

He nodded gently. For so many days, he didn't ask the old man's name. At this time, seeing him suddenly say his inheritance, I felt that the old man in front of me must be not simple.

So he asked, "I'm stupid. I haven't asked my father's name these days“ The old man flashed a different color in his eyes and said, "I'm afraid my name has long been forgotten..." after a moment of silence, he said: "old Bai Yiliu, there was a nickname in the Jianghu called prisoner dragon knife. I've had a few friends with Lingshi. Unfortunately, I never saw him again after an accident 20 years ago. I don't know... "Mo Ge said sadly:" my teacher died six years ago“

Bai Yiliu heaved a sigh and said, "it's hard to forget the master's unique style. He didn't want to go first..." Mo Ge is very strange to the name of prisoner dragon claw Bai first-class, but since he has an old acquaintance with his master, he must be an elder in the Jianghu. So he asked, "master Bai must have a unique skill since he has an old acquaintance with his master."

Bai Yiliu shook his head sadly and said, "what has a unique skill? In the end, he can't even protect his wife and children. In the end, his martial arts will be abolished and he will be disabled for life!"

Mo Ge was suddenly surprised. Only then did he know that the old man's experience was more difficult and tragic than he thought.

After a moment of silence, Bai Yiliu said again, "I once competed with your master about the knife technique. Your master used the autumn wind knife in your hand. I fought with him for more than 50 moves, and finally I was defeated by him. "

Mo GE has a cold heart and can compete with his master for 50 moves, which shows that he has great attainments in knife technique.