Chapter 249

Jiuxiao mountain.

The mountain is covered with white snow. The jiuxiao temple stands on the top of the mountain. In this snow-white world, it has a kind of simple and mysterious atmosphere. The wind chimes hanging around the high buildings of the jiuxiao temple, with the cold wind blowing by, give out a clear and pleasant sound.

The sky cleared up after the snow.

Dozens of Jian Xiu in white, holding their own swords, stood side by side on the stone steps in front of the main hall of the jiuxiao temple, looking at the broad green stone terrace in front of them. Most of them were full of gentle smile, but also a little helpless.

In front of the qingshidaping, the snow has already been cleaned up. But there are several snowmen of different sizes and shapes standing on the stone flat. These snowmen, which are piled up by the children, become the happy existence of those mountain schoolchildren.

At this moment, dozens of young schoolchildren from Yuntian academy are standing on the Qingshi terrace in order. With a command, they begin to slowly twist their bodies, or stretch out their hands to lift their legs, or bend down to curl their legs. There are also some chanting slogans, mixed with joyful laughter.

This move, no doubt, made those highly cultivated sword practitioners a little surprised, but looking at the childish behavior of the children, all the sword practitioners had an attitude of appreciation or even encouragement. After all, scholars and martial artists are hostile in nature, and these children are encouraged by old man Xu Kuang to start practicing martial arts. Although their behaviors are strange and funny, they are not as good as those martial artists who have been practicing martial arts since they were young, but they also make people warm.

There are few children who are suitable for practicing martial arts. That is to say, even if these children concentrate on practicing martial arts without reading, they may not have a big way out in this life. But Xu Kuang said, let the children practice boxing, don't expect them how fierce, just hope the children can be strong, that's all.

So these dozens of sword practitioners became the martial arts masters of the children.

Looking at the children's babbling, Chu Tiangang, in the middle, looked at the children's babbling with a smile. After finishing a set of boxing, he clapped his hands and said: "good, good! The children are all good, very good! "

Hearing this, most of the young schoolboys jumped up and clamored to learn more Kung Fu.

Chu Tiangang laughed. He turned to look at his companions and said with a smile, "come on, everyone takes one. It's just his own disciple. I don't want to enter the nine realms of martial arts, but at least don't let my disciples suffer when they fight with others! "

A few people around burst into laughter and nodded in a hurry. Obviously, I'm very interested in this kind of job.

As he said that, several Jian Xiu standing on the stone steps went down the steps one after another and accepted their apprentices.

Chu Tiangang hands around the chest, smiling at this scene, full of pride. Is this half of the younger generation of jiuxiao sword sect? It's a pity that there are no children with wonderful bones. It's doomed that there may not even be a martial arts cultivation in the realm of a small master, let alone a big master.

At this point, Chu Tiangang turned his head and looked at the magnificent hall behind him, sighing.

In the main hall, Zhong Ling, a fast-growing girl scholar, never appeared or practiced martial arts with the children. Chu Tiangang was not stupid. Naturally, he could see the strange character of the girl's bookboy, and he knew her background. What Chu Tiangang knew better was that the girl was full of spirit, and her roots were not bad. If she practiced martial arts, she would be expected to become a little master or even a great master. It's a pity that Zhong Ling seems to have been indifferent to the matter of cultivating martial arts. It's no use for Chu Tiangang to worry.

Just when Chu Tiangang was in a daze, a young boy with a clear nose quietly came up to Chu Tiangang, reached out his young hand, touched the broad Epee behind him, looked up with a smile and said: "master, I want to practice sword!"

Chu Tiangang lowered his head, looked at the young child, grinned, squatted down and said, "good!"

The little bookboy immediately got up with joy, then stepped back, bowed his hands respectfully, and said in a loud voice, "master, please accept my disciples' respect!"

Seeing this scene, Chu Tiangang burst out laughing, full of pride.

On the second floor of the jiuxiao temple, Zhong Ling, who had not gone down to practice martial arts, now leaned cross legged against the window, holding a book in his hand and reading it with relish.

After a long time, most of it was because he was tired. Zhong Ling put down his books and saw the bluestone terrace downstairs through the window. On the terrace, the children were practicing martial arts happily and laughing.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Ling turned the corner of his mouth, took back his sight, and then stretched out his hand, palms up, five fingers spread out, and then gently bent. A light mist actually flowed from the fingertips and gathered in the hearts of the young palms.

Fog shrouded in the palm of the hand, but it overlapped with each other. Just in the blink of an eye, it condensed together to form a very subtle dagger, which jumped up in the palm of the hand.

It seems that Zhong Ling's face is pale, but he grins and looks happy.

Jiuxiao temple has nine stories in total, towering and magnificent. Since the beginning of its establishment, it has been a great place for kendo. This high-rise building has been criticized by many scholars in the world. After all, the nine storey pavilion has always been the symbol of the royal family. It's against the etiquette and arrogant to have a nine storey building in a small clan.

However, this kind of thing has always been regarded as picky by people in the Jianghu. After all, at the beginning of the establishment of jiuxiao Jianzong, Dashuo Dynasty had not been established. Today's Dashuo is rising after many years of disputes and wars, but it's ridiculous to use etiquette to restrain jiuxiao sword sect, which has existed for a long time.

The high-rise building was damaged to varying degrees when the Su family was destroyed. However, after Chu Tiangang returned with the outer door sword repair, he made a new repair. Today, the high-rise building is still a nine story building, still magnificent. But at the beginning, the Su family's inside information was gone.

Each floor of the nine storey building has a different meaning. For example, the second floor is the original library, where rare secret books and ancient books are stored. The third floor is the sword tomb, where famous swords are stored, and so on. The ninth floor at the top is where the world-famous jiuxiao sword array existed. The sword array, which was hit by the extremely powerful killing machine, was also destroyed in that catastrophe and no longer existed.

With the cold wind blowing, two people stood side by side at the top of the nine story building.

They were both dressed in the same way, dressed in a blue robe, standing on the edge of the window of a nine story building, looking up to the north.

One of them is Xu Kuang, the head of today's Yuntian Academy. The man on the other side was also old, with white hair, upright body and calm face.

If Su Chunsheng were present, he would recognize the man in front of him.

When Su Chunsheng came ashore from the South China Sea, he went to Haifeng town by the sea. The gatekeeper of the small town formed by sword formation is the old man who is now standing on the top of the jiuxiao temple.

Compared with the old man's indifference, Xu Kuang around him seems to have a lot of mood swings. He just looks at the old man around him with his hands in his sleeves, looking at the north and looking at him, like a young bookboy, nervously looking at his husband.

The old man looked back at Xu Kuang and said with a smile, "Yuntian academy is thanks to you. If it wasn't for you, there would be no Yuntian academy today."

Xu Kuang shook his head and sighed: "the students are incompetent. They can't bring Yuntian academy into the glory of the past. They are ashamed of their love for their teachers."

Xu Kuang is now a rare master of Confucianism and Taoism in Dashuo. He does not have many students, but he is one of the best in Dashuo's literary world. Xu Kuang can't find the second person who can be called Mr. Xu Kuang. Over there is the head of Yuntian Academy at that time. He is also a great scholar who has shouldered most of Confucianism and Taoism. Zhao Wenzheng!

A few decades ago, Yuntian Academy was besieged because of the unwarranted imperial charges. Some famous Confucians and Taoists jumped off the cliff and died. The library, which stands behind Yuntian academy, was also burned clean.

Since then, Zhao Wenzheng has lost his trace. It is said that this man also fell off the cliff and died. It is also said that this man left Dashuo and went to a bonfire in the southwest mountains. Opinions vary. He has never seen this Confucian and Taoist master again in more than ten years. Because of this incident, the Confucian and Taoist spirit, which was originally very strong in Dashuo, collapsed in an instant, and the whole Dashuo spirit was greatly affected.

Therefore, even Xu Kuang, who was carried away by a small amount of Confucianism and Taoism, became the treasure of Dashuo. He did not dare to make any more mistakes at will. He was afraid that once Xu Kuang died, Confucianism and Taoism would disappear. At that time, I'm afraid that even Dashuo's Royal family's luck might not be able to be preserved.

Hearing Xu Kuang's guilty words, Zhao Wenzheng shook his head and said with a smile, "what you've done is better than me. It's so much better."

Xu Kuang shook his head and said, "if Mr. Wang was in charge of the Academy, it would not be the current situation."

Zhao Wenzheng laughed and said, "Xu Kuang, don't flatter me when you are old. Today's academies are the real academies. They open their doors wide and accept the poor. This is the only thing that I can be proud of as a teacher. I have never done anything before. "

Xu Kuang still shook his head.

But Zhao Wenzheng waved his hand to stop Xu Kuang's words and murmured, "now I'm just Zhao Wenzheng, not the head of Yuntian Academy. I don't want to talk about these things as a bad old man. Just do what you want. "

With a sigh, Xu Kuang leaned against the railing and said nothing.

Zhao Wenzheng looked up to the north and murmured: "I thought I had a clear conscience all my life, but now I look back, I have done a lot wrong. I thought my life would be like this, but I met the Su family boy. It was really interesting. Especially that sentence, a gentleman's words really poke his heart. "

"So, I'm going north this time. I don't want to get involved in anything else. I just want to take the opportunity of the Su family boy and play a good game of chess with sun Lushan, that's all."

Xu Kuang was stunned for a moment. He suddenly thought that Gao Songtao, who claimed to be from Jianshan, said that he was the man who played chess. Was he the man who had been playing chess?

Zhao Wenzheng naturally guessed what Xu Kuang thought, nodded with a smile and said, "have you met Gao Songtao? I am the one who plays chess

"I've been holding this game of chess for a long time. I'm going to have a good fight!"

Zhao Wen is looking up to the north, breathing out a breath, full of pride!

Xu Kuan looked at the heroic old man and was stunned for a moment. He had no reason to think of the scene when the old man jumped into the sky. He was also so heroic!