Chapter 466

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Naturally, no one will save a child for no reason.

But it's really a lucky story.

If the child had not been caught, he would not have met the swordsman in the prison.

The swordsman thought that he had made a big mistake, so he sealed his sword and let others seize it. He entered the prison without any other thought. He was waiting for death.

He, who had no other thoughts on the world, wanted to die.

It happened that his sentence was the same as that of the child, so he was put in the same cell.

There's nothing like that at first sight.

In the first few days, neither the swordsman nor the child spoke.

After all, the child is too thin, too short, no one thinks that he is suitable for doing something, maybe death is the only place he belongs to.

Until one day later, the swordsman accidentally caught the child's hand.

It was a pair of extremely thin arms.

The child looked up and looked at each other.

Swordsmen see a lot of things, and children can feel a lot of things.

He became the disciple of the swordsman. The disciple had no attachment to the world, but he would not watch a good seedling be killed by these mortals.

So on a dark night, the swordsman sent the boy out of prison.

He did not go, because he is really no longer attached to this world.

The child left the prison with a sword Sutra and a sword.

From then on, he began to travel in the world.

He went through many places.

When you walk through these places, you kill a lot of people.

Among the people killed, there are good people and bad people.

But on the whole, the bad guys are still the majority.

After traveling in the world for nearly a hundred years, the child grew up, but his figure was still small. He hung the long sword and became a swordsman in the Taiqing Dynasty from an ordinary people.

He was born in the beginning, and then met with great difficulties. He was somewhat eccentric, but quite normal.

Just because of this, the temperament is too paranoid.

Because his family had been ruined, he always felt that if he wanted to avoid being bullied, he must become the most powerful talent in the world.

Fortunately, his talent is not low, otherwise the swordsman in the prison would not accept him as his disciple.

Three hundred years later, he finally became a swordsman.

There is only a line of distance from the sea.

Maybe if you want to, you can cross it.

But for some reason, he didn't take that step, otherwise there might be another swordsman in the world.

Of course, it was his own idea.

Until one day, he heard a sword in the mountains.

Then he saw that many swordsmen had gone to whitefish.

He understood what the sound of swords meant, but he did not pay attention to it, because in this world, not everyone is worth relying on.

Not everything is worth your life.

It's not worth even being in danger.

So he did not go out of the mountain that time, but sent his disciples out to inquire.

He soon learned about the reopening of Jianshan.

We should choose the leader.

He didn't have much interest in it at first.

His idea in this life, probably still become the sea, not affected by people.

Until some day after that, because of something.

He chose to leave the mountain, so he went to Jianshan.

That child in those years, then became the present Bai Weng.

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"It's a long and smelly story."

The white Weng looked at those things in the wine glass and was disgusted.

The old man said with a smile, "looking back on your life, you don't feel any pride. It's really not a good story."

Bai Weng is still in a cold mood, "good stories will be in the future."

The old man said, "some of the stories in the past have not been presented. Why do you want to do this

Bai Weng was silent.

The old man took a few sips of wine and sighed, "this mountain is not another mountain. It's not something that people with ulterior motives can touch."

Bai Weng said, "I can stop it."

Having said this, Bai Weng did not intend to spend any more time here. He took up his sword and handed it out to the old man.

It's a common sword. There's nothing fancy about it. It's like a child. It's a sword that pierces the old man's body.

No blood.

The old man is not a real person.

He looked at Bai Weng, still smiling, "why do you think you are such a person?"

Bai Weng paid no attention.Take back the sword.

The courtyard disappeared.

It's just a mountain road ahead.

He looked into the distance and went on.

A story has its beginning and ending, so it is with doing things.

Bai Weng's back gradually disappeared on the mountain road.

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Soon after, a young man with a tired gray face came here.

Wushan river.

He also saw a small courtyard.

The courtyard is still a square stone table, but there is no pear tree.

Wu Shanhe opened the door and saw the young man in grey robe sitting by the stone table.

Looking at the Wushan River, the young man whispered, "why do we have to fight?"

Wu Shanhe walked into the courtyard, did not take a seat, just stood, calm way: "because it should have been argued."

"I keep saying, this is my sword mountain."

The young man asked, "why do you think this is your sword mountain?"

"Why not mine," he said

The young man knocked on the stone table with his hand and said, "there's no reason for that."

"There are many unreasonable things in this world, but I can't say that there is no reason for what I did."

Wu Shanhe looks plain, pressing the sword on his waist.

"Drink, please," said the young man

When he said this, he took out a wine bowl and put it in front of Wushan river.

There is wine in the wine bowl, and there is a story in the wine.

If there is no accident, this should be another story.

But wushanhe just took a look, then reached for the wine bowl and drank it down.

The young man had a bitter look on his face

Wushanhe can not be regarded as a common sense.

Wu Shanhe said calmly, "I was a disciple of Jianshan. How could I not know the wonder of Jianshan array? How could my ancestors not tell me the mystery of the array when they valued me so much?"

The young man sighed and wanted to say something else, but it soon dissipated.

Wushan River expressionless out of this small courtyard, soon along the mountain road continue to go down.

If Bai Weng wants to break the sword mountain array, he must first surpass Wu Shan He.

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Bai Weng walked on the mountain road, and the more he went up, he had been attacked and killed many times.

The old ancestor Xu Ji is a rare talent of Kendo in a hundred years. After controlling Jianshan for so many years, his familiarity with Jianshan formation has reached a terrible level. Although he is not in charge of this array now, there is no need to say more about the terror degree of this array.

Even in this large array, Bai Weng is far from at a loss.

He had a lot of worries. As for why, it was not because of the sword array, but because of the sword spirit of "that man" and "that man" who looked at him from afar.

The spirit of the sword and the meaning of the sword are the most powerful felt by Bai Weng.

He could even conclude that if he went to the top of the mountain, he would surely have a battle with "that man". It might be the strongest opponent he met since he practiced his sword. However, Jianshan has already been like this, and there are still such backers?

Or is there a swordsman who has already stepped into the sea?

But if so, why was it so easy to see the main girder up the mountain?

Bai Weng frowned, looked at the front, murmured in a low voice: "no matter how, I came, who stopped me, is a sword thing."

It's a hard word, but it's a pity that the voice is too small to spread far away.

It didn't get heard by too many people.

But not far behind, there was a young man in grey robe standing there, looking at the front, looking unimpeded.

It seems that he wants to die at any time.

There is an old voice coming from the mountain road.

"Although the world belongs to you young people, if you want to do something, maybe you can become a dead man."

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's expression became very strange. His face turned white, but he still held the sword tightly.

If you really want to attack him, do so.

After all, this is the sword mountain of his Wushan river.

It's not someone else's, it's his Wushan River's.

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the days are not short.

After Li Fuyao walked into the ruined temple alone, the first thing he did was to pull a jar of wine from under the stage where there were statues.

Then I looked at it for a long time.

It took a long time to pick up a wine bowl, self-sufficiency, poured a bowl of wine.

At that time, he was just practicing sword. Because his martial uncle Xie Lu was either intentional or unintentional, he didn't tell him that he had to climb the top of Jianshan mountain before dark, so he stayed on the mountain road for a long time.Therefore, he lost his qualification to be a disciple of Jianshan.

At that time, the old ancestor Xu Ji gave Li Fuyao a big red lantern. After that, Li Fuyao went down the mountain and stayed at the foot of Jianshan mountain for several years. In these years, he made contact with three martial uncles.

Liu Yibai, who is famous for his swordsmanship, is Xie Lu.

And the martial uncle Xi Chunan, who is very gentle at any time.

Chen Sheng is his master in name, but it is the three martial uncles who really teach him kendo.

Therefore, Li Fuyao has great respect for these three martial uncles.

This is the first time he has returned to Jianshan since he left Jianshan.

So it is to revisit the old place.

It's mostly sentimental.

Especially when old friends are no longer there.

Li Fuyao thinks about his martial uncle Xie Lu's sword competition with him every day, his martial uncle Xi's daily sword temper, and his martial uncle Liu Yibai's drinking.

This is probably the happiest time in his sword practice career.

I don't have any other ideas, just practicing sword.

Li Fuyao took a sip of the wine, and then put down the wine bowl to pick up a piece of mud.

His head was buried in the earth.

There was a few whimpers.

It has been more than ten years since I first met several martial uncles.

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