Chapter 78

After Li Fuyao went down the cliff to the bottom of the cliff behind the broken temple, Xie Lu returned to the temple with a sword. She saw Liu Yibai drinking alone in front of the statue with a jar of wine. Xie Lu was silent. She almost never drank. She took a jar of wine from the bottom of the table, brushed off the dust on it, and then blushed with a sip. She didn't want to talk, but swallowed the strong food Alcohol.

The old temple is full of wine, but the more liquor Liu Yi drinks, the more clear his eyes are. Where can you see any drunkenness? After drinking in the morning and evening, he is full of sword spirit, which makes the temple shake and leave a lot of dust.

But in the end, it still returned to calm, and there was no difference.

When Xi Chunan walked into the ruined temple, they had no idea how much wine they had drunk. The elder martial brother found a place to sit on the ground and said with a calm smile, "after all these years, can't you put it down?"

Two people did not pay attention to him, Xi Chunan then looked at himself and said with a smile: "when a sword comes out, there will be no more injustice in the world."

Liu Yibai murmured in a low voice: "it's a pity that you can't make a sword."

Xie Lu said nothing, but his eyes were red. This woman swordsman, who has been pursuing Kendo all her life, is also excellent in terms of talent.

They were speechless, but there was a figure standing in front of the door for a long time. They did not step in or leave. They were standing there.

In the broken temple, the three people knew who it was, and none of them opened their mouths or got up. They just waited for the old man in front of the door to stand tired and leave alone.

The old man stood in front of the ruined temple for a long time, repeated the words of Xi Chunan several times before, and then sneered at himself: "I don't think the foundation industry should be so heavy, but it's disturbing both in front of and behind me."

Three people in the broken temple were deaf.

The old man turned and walked down menchen mountain. Before going to the green water lake, there were guests in Jianshan today.

He's going down the hill to meet his guests.

It's just that I'm alone. I don't have that old thing with me.

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a group of several business travelers came to Dayu from the Yanling border. They wanted to buy some rare things not produced in Yanling and then sell them to Yanling. They earned a price difference. However, before they left the Yanling border, they almost left their few possessions in the tavern. They only drank a few in the tavern The jar wine owed several hundred taels of silver, which they did not expect. They wanted to ask why the good-looking wine seller didn't do a good business, but wanted to rip off. But before they could speak, several captains in the northern army armor who came in after them touched several pieces of silver and put them on the counter After the wine lady agreed, they left with a smile. Several of the business travelers in this line turned to look at the empty bowls on the wine table of the military masters and couldn't help swallowing their saliva. These bowls of wine would take so much money. They were charged several hundred Liang silver for drinking these jars of wine, which seemed not a big deal. Seeing that the Yanling border army paid the bills honestly, these business travelers did not dare to come, but they were the old Confucian scholars who turned around and left the river. After the river surged, a man and a woman came out of the river and worshipped him with a big ceremony.

The old Confucians could not see each other, but they were more sincere.

The old Confucian scholar who left the river wandered around and came to the ferry in front of the green water lake. What he saw at first was the huge tortoise shell hanging on the wooden pole of the ferry.

The old Confucian scholar with a bookcase on his back came to the ferry and asked with a smile to the boatman who was setting up the boat: "how much money do you want to go to the green water lake, under the menchen mountain?"

The skinny boatman looked at the old Confucian scholar's clothes and asked in surprise, "does the old gentleman stop reading? To learn sword? "

The old Confucian scholar shook his head and said with a smile, "after reading a book all my life, I can't say I'll lose it. But recently I've been thinking about writing a poem. I haven't seen those swordsmen. How can I write it? I have to come all the way to see it. "

The boatman pulled the corners of his mouth and quickly said with a smile, "I don't mean that the immortals on the mountain can't be shown to the old man, but the day when the old man came is still good. If he has been here for a year and a half in the morning, I'm afraid he can only turn around and go back."

"What do you mean?"

The boatman pointed to the tortoise shell and said with a smile, "there was such a guy in the green water lake before. Many swordsmen and great swordsmen who had thought about the lake were eaten. Until the end of spring, a young master with a broken knife on his back came out again. When passing through the green water lake, the giant turtle came out again, but he was killed by him. Otherwise, the old gentleman wanted to go to the door Dust mountain, we don't dare to send. Well, if the old gentleman wants to go to the foot of menchen mountain, he will get on the boat. Today, the money will not be charged. "

The old Confucian scholar jumped on the bow of the boat and said with emotion: "the giant tortoise is showing his ferocity at the foot of the mountain, and those swordsmen don't go down the mountain. It seems that life is really sad."

The boatman didn't hear him clearly, and he didn't answer. He just sailed to the green water lake. All the way, he just talked to the old Confucian scholar about how the young master of that day was how powerful he was. After talking too much, the old Confucian scholar felt a little annoyed.

Before the ferry was close to menchen mountain, the old Confucian scholar suddenly looked up at the distant menchen mountain and said angrily, "I'm not here to demolish your barren mountain. You're just leaving your strength to the guy who will really challenge you later. What's your reason for me?"The boatman was stunned and looked at the old Confucian scholar talking to himself.

After the boat reached the middle of the lake, the old Confucian scholar suddenly said in a low voice, "don't be surprised." then the boatman watched the old scholar's toe gently and drift away.

The boatman widened his eyes and lost his voice: "old immortal?"

He has been a boatman on the border of Dayu for so many years. He has heard that scholars have a noble and upright spirit, but he has never heard that scholars can fly!

The old Confucian scholar who walked on the water came to the foot of menchen mountain with his book box on his back. He said with a smile: "the sword spirit of chaoqingqiu is gone. The boy has designated to climb the mountain. You old guy doesn't thank me and even frighten me. It's unreasonable."

The sword spirit on the mountain was stronger than that at the moment when it came down from the top of menchen mountain. When it was near the foot of the mountain, it was already in full swing.

It's hard to see in the world.

The old man standing on the mountain road with a calm expression, his clothes full of sword spirit, and his momentum is definitely different from that at ordinary times!

At this moment, he is the most powerful sword on Jianshan.

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