Chapter 79

The old Confucian scholar with a bookcase on his back didn't give the old Confucian scholar a little fear. The old Confucian scholar who had not read many books, and even traveled thousands of miles, looked at the old ancestor who was full of swordsmanship and cried: "Xu Ji, what's the matter? That sword didn't hurt you at that time, but now I still have strength in my hand In front of the scholar with the strength of his power

The old ancestor on the mountain, originally called Xu Ji, frowned at the old Confucian scholar who had met many years ago and said, "you old man, you don't have any skills, but you like to reason. Why, after all these years, you are still alive and have not been killed?"

The old Confucian scholar raised his head and said with a smile, "I've traveled a lot in my life, and I've talked a lot about the truth. Which one of you who has heard me tell me is not sincere and sincere, but you are an old man. You are a strong man in the middle of the country. You have to think about the prestige and embarrassment of yourself. I don't want to live two more years and see this mountain and river more?"

The old ancestor on the mountain took up his sword spirit and came to the old Confucian scholar. Standing side by side with him, he sighed: "I'm tired of seeing it."

The old Confucian scholar chuckled and didn't rush to speak. Instead, he untied the bookcase behind him. He took out several books from the bookcase and gave them to his ancestors in the mountain. Then he put the bookcase on his back again and looked at the front. "These are all the unique sword scripts I found. You certainly don't have them on the sword mountain. Take them. I owe Chao Qingqiu a favor. I don't know, I'll pay it back several times, and I'll pay it back. By the way, I once met a young man at the border of Yanling. He wants to learn how to climb mountains and learn how to use sword. Now he's on the mountain? "

The old ancestor on the mountain looked the same. He walked a few steps up the mountain. Then he said, "he didn't go to the top of the mountain before dark. Naturally, he didn't pass the test of Jianshan. According to the rules, he is not a disciple of Jianshan."

The old Confucian scholar glared, "why, you don't look at what you are now, you are still picky. Really, it was 6000 years ago that all the friars in the world would look up at you swordsmen?"

The old ancestor looked indifferent and said calmly, "even if this vein is declining again, these rules still have to be said. Otherwise, everyone is like this, what's the matter?"

The old Confucian scholar wanted to tell the old fellow straightforwardly that there were no people in the mountain, and you could not tell the rules. However, after careful consideration, maybe it was a bit too much. He didn't speak in a hurry. He just said angrily: "that boy's temper is very good for my temperament. Since I can't practice the sword, let him read with me. Please don't I don't have any skills, but I still have some experience in reading. Even if the young man really wants to practice sword, I can teach him. It's not unprecedented for a scholar to turn to practicing sword. If the younger student who is trapped in Zhuoxing building in Luoyang City can do it, I can do it. "

The old ancestor didn't agree, but said, "I haven't seen a scholar like you. If you open your mouth and shut your mouth, you can practice sword."

The old Confucian replied, "I haven't seen a swordsman like you. If you didn't insist on putting out that sword that day, you shouldn't look like this now. Maybe you really have the right to step on the ground of Shen Xie mountain, instead of waiting for the old Taoist priest to come to your trouble."

Laozu Zong was not willing to say anything more about this matter. After a few steps, he stopped speaking. However, the old Confucian scholar asked: "what about the boy? Where did he go after going down the mountain?"

"Who said he went down the mountain?" he said quietly

The old Confucian scholar smacked his tongue. It took a long time for him to react. He patted his ancestors on the shoulder and didn't say a word. I think he didn't know what to say.

Finally, when they were about to reach the top of the dust mountain, the old Confucian scholar finally talked about the matter. "Liang also has a high realm. It's said that you can enter the holy place only half a step away. Others think it's exaggerated. But I know that it's not exaggerating at all. Even if you come to Jianshan in a state of mind wandering, can you stop it?"

The old ancestor looked a little lonely. Although he made his sword for the sake of Jianshan in those years, he almost never had the chance to climb to the top of kendo, but he didn't regret it. But now the chenxieshan temple is mainly here, and he doesn't have any confidence.

He said with a low smile, "it's not short of the last sword."

The old Confucian scholar who had been through many places all his life said with a smile, "I have said that I owe Qing Qiu a favor. Now it's just right to come."

The ancestor shook his head, "the matter of Jianshan is only related to swordsmen, so don't get involved."

The old Confucian scholar didn't say much. He had traveled a lot in his life, and had been to many places. But after going through too many places, he finally found that Jianshan was the most interesting place. In those years, he met Xu Ji at the foot of Jianshan mountain, and the two became friends. Then he did not meet for many years. In fact, he did not come for Xu Ji or Jianshan, As for Chao Qingqiu's favor, in fact, he has to touch and return it to Jianshan secretly. If he is so blatant, the swordsman who wants to come to the mountain will not accept anything.

Like the stubborn old man in front of him.

However, he really wanted to reason with the Lord of the chenxieshan mountain. However, he had not been reasonable for a long time, so he had no way.A few steps further on, the old ancestor took the initiative to talk about Li Fuyao's mountaineering experience that day. He talked about his practice at the foot of the mountain after he did not reach the top of the mountain. Finally, he said that he was very satisfied with the boy, but it was nothing if he didn't go up the mountain. Anyway, he was his grandson and a swordsman.

The old scholar smacked his lips and said with a smile, "you have left him a way out."

The old ancestor finally had some smile, "the trees move to death, people move to live, such a young man, there is no need to stay on the mountain with the old men. If the mountain is gone, the sword is still there, and the swordsman is still there. But I really don't believe that the chenxie mountain will ignore it. Chao Qingqiu is not dead yet."

The old Confucian scholar looked at his ancestor in surprise and said, "you really don't know that Chao Qingqiu is now being watched by people in the demon land. The two giants will not hesitate to join hands to take his life! Otherwise, Liang has always been cautious, how could he have traveled thousands of miles out of his body to visit Jianshan. "

The old ancestor's step is slight, look ugly.

The old Confucianist pulled his mouth and cursed: "all of them have become saints. They don't want to be shamed. Two big demons joined hands to target a sword immortal, and they can't be laughed off by others?"

The ancestor was silent, just continued to walk slowly.

The status quo of Jianshan has been getting worse and worse in recent years. It is just like a building will not be able to return to the sky. Even if Chao Qingqiu, the sword immortal, is alive, it can only ensure that Jianshan is still there. As an old ancestor who has lived for countless years, he can't bear to see the declining situation. He just has no way 。

If Chaoqing Qiuzhen died in the demon soil, the Jianshan would soon become a barren mountain without the protection of the sword immortal.

When they passed the broken temple on the top of menchen mountain, the old Confucian scholar stopped to look at the broken temple, but they didn't wait for a long time. They continued to go up the mountain road with their ancestors. After climbing up the mountain, the old Confucian scholar and his ancestor came to ask Jianping and stood on the edge of the cliff. The old Confucian scholar was broad-minded, and then he said with a smile: "I studied everywhere and wanted to be a world-famous scholar, but which family The Academy didn't accept me, so I suddenly remembered the word "Yuanyou" in my name. I thought that it was better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. In fact, if I had the chance to read ten thousand volumes of books, I would not have thought of walking thousands of miles. I had no choice but to walk a lot of places. I felt the same only when I came to the foot of Jianshan mountain There are so many sceneries in the world that I can't see them or take care of them. However, Jianshan is the only one. I really don't want to become history. It took 6000 years for swordsmen to develop from prosperity to decline. In the end, it's not as deep and long-term as the three religions. However, the rise of swordsmen lies in a real word, while the decline lies in a straight word. Confucian sages said that there is a noble and righteous spirit, but not necessarily between things. They can say that everything in the world will come to an end, but they can also tell where life does not meet. Although the monks of the three religions stand on the mountain, they still want to talk to their colleagues who are also standing on the mountain. But you swordsmen have a sword on your waist, a sword in an injustice, a sword in your heart, and a sword in the face of something not straight. Naturally, people are not pleased with this situation. In the final analysis, the swordsman has created this situation. "

Standing next to the old Confucian scholar, the old ancestor said calmly, "it's not that the swordsmen are too straight. It's just that there are too few people in the three religions who have this word now. When he wrote a splendid article, Zhang Sheng made the monks in the world admire him from the bottom of his heart. How spirited is he? But now, can we find a second one? "

The old scholar frowned and said with a angry smile, "for a scholar like Zhang Sheng, one out of the world is a great blessing. How dare you find a second one?"

The ancestor didn't give a word, just looked at the cliff.

The old Confucian scholar suddenly thought of a thing, some uncertain asked: "you should not let that boy go to the cliff?"

The ancestors were silent.

Silence is acquiescence.

For the first time, the old Confucian scholar felt a little angry. He said angrily, "what's the third level of the boy? You dare to let him go down, but I know what's under here

The old ancestor didn't explain anything else, he just said with a smile, "the second state."

The old Confucian scholar was stunned.

In the view of the old Confucian scholars nowadays, this old guy is totally insane.

And it's not just a little bit.

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