Chapter 113

Not long after the master went down the mountain, the old Confucian scholar with a bookcase on his back talked to his ancestor Xu Ji on the mountain road, and then Xu Ji nodded with his white hair.

The old Confucian scholar said with a smile, "don't worry. For three or four hundred years at most, I will give you a swordsman who ascends the building."

Xu Ji looked indifferent, "don't ask for it. Since he had the idea of going down the mountain, no one can stop him. But now, after going down the mountain, you can take more care of it."

The old Confucian scholar nodded and sighed, but he didn't say anything more. After going up the mountain, he went straight to the sword tomb. He didn't give a long speech to the young man in the tomb. He just said that Xu Ji had agreed that Wu Xiaomu and I would travel around the world together and come back in three or five hundred years.

The sword tomb was silent for a long time before there was a response.

Wushan River, a little haggard, walked out of the sword tomb, still hanging his sword on his waist. He only saw the old Confucian scholar, but not the old ancestor. His first word was that I would not go down the mountain.

The old Confucian scholar almost didn't give him a chestnut immediately.

A moment later, he figured out the key old Confucian scholar and said in a soft voice: "Xu Ji is already such a scene. As you know, it's no way to stay on the mountain. After going down the mountain, you can increase your cultivation and become an indomitable swordsman. You can reason with that Taoist temple, and then go back to Jianshan It's your responsibility to shine back on the swordsman again. You can't get rid of it. You're on the mountain. In fact, it's no different from escaping. "

Wu Shanhe was in a trance and finally nodded. He only wanted to meet Li Fuyao before going down the mountain.

The old Confucian scholar waved his hand and didn't stop anything. After Liang Yi went down the mountain, Jianshan would not happen for a short time. Instead, it would soon become a real barren mountain. According to the present situation of his ancestor Xu Ji, the oil would run out in three or five years at most. Besides wushanhe and Xuji, the swordsmen on the mountain were illusions. In order to hide people's eyes, the temple at the foot of Jianshan mountain was destroyed Except for the three men who were half alive, the rest didn't exist at all. When the Wushan river went down, only Xu Ji was left on the mountain. Needless to say, his last time was to set up a sword array on the Jianshan mountain, so that no one could climb on the Jianshan mountain any more, unless one day, Wu Shanhe or Li Fuyao, who became a great swordsman, could return to the mountain again 。

Naturally, it is also feasible if there are other swordsmen willing to go up the mountain.

At least the monks of the three religions, if they want to climb the mountain by force, are afraid that they will be stabbed into hedgehogs by the countless swords on this mountain.

After all, there are only a few friars like the master.

After walking out of Jianzhong, the old Confucian scholar and Wushan river went down the mountain. When they came to the foot of Jianshan mountain, the old Confucian scholar looked at the Taoist priest with a smile and said that he wanted to talk to her about the truth in books. Ye Shengge ignored the seemingly evil old Confucian scholar, but dug out one pit after another in the open space at the foot of Jianshan mountain and took her time to find peach blossom branches one by one from the bottom of the mountain In her opinion, it should not be long before a peach forest will grow at the foot of the sword mountain. If she comes back to see it in a few years, it should be a good place.

The old Confucian scholar didn't care at all about Ye Sheng's songs. He just chose a good space to sit on the ground and turn over the book. During this period, he once looked at Li Fuyao, who was drinking on a big Bluestone. His eyes were complex. He was a little confused. Wu Shanhe and Li Fuyao, two disciples on the mountain, had a deep understanding of Kendo and their knowledge of kendo, Wu mountain and river are better than Li Fuyao. Why is Xu Ji still optimistic about Li Fuyao and is not willing to use Jianshan to tie his sword heart. Is it hard to succeed because Li Fuyao is your grandson?

Over there, wushanhe and Li Fuyao, sitting on the big Bluestone, drank two jars of wine that Li Fuyao had dragged out of the ruins of the ruined temple.

Wu Shanhe looked complicated and asked in a low voice, "I'm going to travel with the old man. I don't know how long it will take to return to Jianshan. Do you want to join us?"

Li Fu pondered for a moment and shook his head. "I should go down the mountain soon. It's just that the place I want to go should not be what you want to go. Besides, it's not so important to be in different trades."

Wu Shanhe frowned. "When you were climbing the mountain, if I told you that you had to go to the top of the mountain before dark, you should be my younger martial brother now. Although the identity of Jianshan disciple is not comparable to that of the monks of the three religions, it is still a place that all sword practitioners dream of. You don't care at all?"

Li Fu shook it off with a smile, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Wu Shanhe sighed, "I always want a younger martial brother."

Li Fu shook his brow and asked softly, "Chen Sheng, what do you call?"

Wu Shanhe said in surprise, "uncle."

Li Fuyao nodded. "He's my master."

Wu Shanhe has a light in his eyes. He laughs, "younger martial brother."

Li Fuyao didn't say anything, but he agreed.

Wu Shanhe was in a good mood, and his depression was swept away.

He looked at Li Fuyao with a smile. "You didn't prepare any meeting gifts when you met your senior brother for the first time?"Li Fuyao corrected in a low voice: "this is the second time."

Wu Shanhe has no reason to think of several times before down the mountain have been blocked back by Uncle Xie Lu, the mood is a bit complicated.

Finally, Li Fuyao patted the hem of his clothes, indicating that there were only these things on his body. Which one did you see?

Wu Shanhe did take a close look at what Li Fuyao had on his back. He didn't know how many swords were in the sword box behind him, but he couldn't ask for it anyway. After all, the sword was too important for a swordsman. Finally, after thinking for a long time, Wu Shanhe pointed to Li Fu's wine gourd.

It was something that Liu Yibai had nothing to do a few days ago. This uncle Liu is a free and easy person. He never deliberately wanted to leave anything. Therefore, this wine gourd is not what he left to Li Fuyao, but only the thing that Li Fuyao found in the ruins of the ruined temple.

Li Fuyao thought about it for a moment, and then he untied the wine gourd and handed it to Wu Shanhe. He said softly, "this is uncle Liu's stuff. You can keep it well."

After Wu Shanhe took over the wine gourd, he was a little surprised. Originally, he thought it was Li Fuyao's, but now it's not Li Fuyao's, but Liu Yibai's.

Wu Shanhe nodded, "this is not what you sent me, but I will keep it well. When you really want to send me something one day, I will change it?"

Li Fuyao asked suspiciously, "what gift do you want?"

Wu Shanhe thought, "there are sharks in the sea of the North Sea. The scabbard made of shark skin can match my sword. How about meeting me next time and finding one for me?"

Li Fuyao thought about it for a while, but he didn't say that he would find it. After all, these things are not simple.

Wushan River jumped off the big Bluestone and shook the wine gourd in his hand, indicating that he would meet later.

Li Fuyang nodded his head and poured another mouthful of wine into his mouth.

Ye Shengge stood up and didn't go to see Wushan River, but after wiping his sweat, he felt quite a sense of accomplishment, just as she had stepped into the green silk from the same step of ginseng.

At that time, the temple master took out a valuable mountain treasure and gave it to Ye Sheng song, which shocked other Taoists on the mountain. At that time, things about the temple master and Ye Sheng song gradually spread out.

After the old Confucian scholar and wushanhe cleaned up, they prepared to go down the mountain, but Xu Ji did not appear from the beginning to the end, which made Wushan river a little lost.

Walking on the mountain road, Wushan river is listless.

The old Confucian scholars were leisurely and contented.

He even read out a sentence or two of sage's sentences casually, which made Wu Shanhe's spirit more difficult to mention.

When the two arrived at the foot of the mountain in front of the green water lake, they saw a white robe in the distance.

The old Confucianist was so surprised.

Wushanhe did not know why.

The white robe just flashed away, and Wu Shan he didn't see it clearly.

The old Confucian scholar sighed, "you little wood, your luck is really bad. If he gives you some words, it will be more meaningful than you have practiced sword for ten years."

Wu Shanhe asked cautiously, "is that Chao Jian Xian?"

The old scholar nodded.

Wushanhe took a breath of cold air and was obviously frightened.

"The old Confucian scholar" understanding "asked:" chaoqingqiu must have gone up the mountain, or let's go back to the mountain and ask him to give you some advice? "

Wu Shanhe looked at the mountain road, thought about it, and then shook his head.

The old Confucian scholar asked with a smile, "why can't you give up face?"

Wu Shanhe said awkwardly, "I just feel that the fate has not arrived and I can't be forced to do so. But in fact, if Chao Jianxian could give me some advice, it would be a wonderful thing."

The old Confucian scholar patted him on the shoulder and said with appreciation, "you little wood, you have a good temperament. With this idea, you can't be worse just because of your future."

Wu Shanhe had no choice but to smile.

After a few steps, the old Confucian scholar asked again, "really not going? This is a sword fairy, just like this one in the mountains and rivers

"Wu Shanhe bitter face," old Sir, if you say again, I really want to regret the green intestines. "

The old Confucian scholar laughed heartily and was in a good mood.

You may not be optimistic about Wushan River, but I will tell you that this guy is no worse than Li Fuyao, or even better than Li Fuyao. If you can't, you can have a look at it after 100 years.

See who was better at that time!

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and on the menchen mountain road, Chao Qingqiu, with a white robe and a pale face, stood on the mountain road, looking at Xu Ji with white hair and silent smile.

Xu Ji sprinkles ran a smile, the two people's age gap is not big, but the Qing Dynasty, autumn capital is even more silent.

In fact, the two are of the same generation.

Xu Ji whispered with a smile, "Chao Jian Xian, majestic."

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