Gou secretly cultivates beside the devil

Chapter 835
The change here was completely unexpected by Jiang Hao.

According to the swordsman, no one has cleaned this place for many years.

There's nothing wrong with waiting an extra day.

It's a pity, let alone a day, it's too late to rush over.

Get ahead of others.

But after seeing these three people, he knew who the traitor here was.

Mr. Tianlou Da.

The person who can make the twelve overseas heavenly kings fear and respect at the same time is also the person who came out of Yuanhai.

Looking at the three people in front of him, Jiang Hao was full of emotions. He had met them when he was walking with Hong Yuye.

I don't know if they see themselves the same way as before.

At the beginning, I used Xiao Sansheng's scholar style.

This time there was no disguise, but with Hong Yuye around, they basically wouldn't show their real appearance.

The fact that Bi Zhu couldn't find him was enough to explain the problem.

There was no change in Mr. Tao's eyes, and he must have seen a strange face.

"Is there really a chance here?" Jiang Hao asked in front of the stele.

He looked at the dirt and wanted to take out the rag and wipe it a few times.

"Yes." Tang Ya nodded and said:

"I can feel that this stele is not simple."

The middle-aged swordsman was quite surprised:

"Why can't I see it?"

"Your eyes are not as sharp as mine." Tang Ya said while wiping.

Jiang Hao looked at the stele and found that what was written on it was not the page of the sages' book, but four characters in a small font.

"There is no limit to learning."

"Yes, there is no limit to learning, this is left by that gentleman, and it is said that his knowledge is also at the forefront of the academy.

It's a pity that the cultivation talent is dull, and the upper limit is far inferior to those gentlemen in the backyard of the academy. " Mr. Tao said with emotion.

Jiang Hao didn't care about this, but remembered that he could add a few more words later, as well as the previous sentence.

"This gentleman's road is so difficult. With his talent, it is reasonable to say that he can't get to this position, let alone become a famous gentleman in the academy." Zhu Shen said with respect:
"I don't know how he got here at the time."

The middle-aged swordsman wanted to say that this is not a traitor?
But he couldn't say it out loud. He has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, and he can see that these people really respect this person. It's a bit self-defeating to say this.

Jiang Hao didn't care about what Mr. Tao and others said.

There is no easy road for the strong.

With a sigh, he took out a pen and asked:
"Can I write a few words?"

"Friends are free." Mr. Tao said with a smile:

"We are just tourists and don't know the rules here.

There is no one to clean it all year round, so it is possible to write. "

Jiang Hao nodded, and then stood quietly in front of the stele.

He can write well.

That's why I dare to show my ugliness.

Several people around looked at him, wondering what this person would leave behind.

The same goes for red rain leaves.

Jiang Hao was not influenced by these people. Whether he was embarrassed or not, it was a matter of ancient times and today.

It has nothing to do with Jiang Hao.

Just out of some strange thoughts, want to leave a fortune.

I don't know whether it is consistent with this gentleman's idea.

After a while, Jiang Hao put away his pen and ink.

At this time, Tang Ya looked at the stele, and couldn't help but read: "There are roads in the mountains of books, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work?"

"Let's go." Jiang Hao turned and said to Hong Yuye.

The latter nodded, and then left together.

Mr. Tao looked at the handwriting with some emotion, and for a moment seemed to see how that gentleman reached such a height step by step.

Besides them, it was the middle-aged man who felt the deepest.

He can read and understand the meaning of this sentence.

I just don't know why the eye sockets are a little wet.

He has practiced sword since he was a child and wanted to become a swordsman.

It's a pity that when I feel hard, I don't want to continue, and when I continue, I want to be lazy.

He was neither gifted nor hardworking, nor did he walk with boredom and misery.

Now, nothing has been achieved, and sometimes opportunities are presented to him, and he rejects them one by one.

Because he knows that he has no real talents.

Never dare to accept that kind of opportunity.

This kind of bitterness was nothing in the past, but when he saw this sentence, it was like a spring, which made him feel ashamed.

"Too late, really too late."

He is too old to be confused, and he can no longer continue to carry the sword.

You can only carry it behind your back and become an ornament to disguise yourself.

Then, relying on some knowledge, people asked him to get drunk to spend his days.

"Senior." Someone suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Turning his head, he saw that the young man who was about to leave was looking at him.

"Call me?" The middle-aged swordsman looked puzzled.

"Yes." Jiang Hao nodded and said:

"Senior, do you still remember your wish?"

"Wish?" The middle-aged swordsman was puzzled.

"Yeah, you said you wanted to stand in the air." Jiang Hao reminded.

The middle-aged swordsman smiled and said, "It's true."

"Take off the sword on your back and put it on the ground." Jiang Hao said.

The latter didn't know why, but he did it anyway.

"Stand up." Jiang Hao said.

The middle-aged swordsman was puzzled, but his feet stood on the sword immediately.

"Then, come with me." Jiang Hao said softly, and then walked away.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was a little astonished. Before he could start thinking, the sword under his feet rang out, and then he picked him up and walked with the sword.

The wind whistled in my ears, the streets gradually became smaller, and the city seemed to be right under my feet.

For a moment, he felt a little trembling in his heart, but also a little looking forward to it.

a while.

His sword is in the air, condescending.

Mountains, rivers and rivers pass under him, and it is several miles in a blink of an eye.

It was a mountain that he had to walk for a long time to cross.

below.

Hong Yuye stood in the alley and looked at the stele.

The stele began to change, and the words written by Jiang Hao were engraved little by little, as if they were recognized by the stele.

In just a few breaths, a complete sentence appeared on the stone tablet.

"The mountain of books has road and diligence as the path, and the sea of ​​learning has no end to work hard."

Then the light bloomed, but no one cares about it here.

Only a few people were seen.

"Mr. Da sensed it?" Zhu Shen asked in surprise.

"Yes." Mr. Tao nodded.

"Then Mr. Big will ask?"

"Will do."

Then the two turned their heads.

But there was no one behind him.

"It's a pity." Zhu Shen sighed.

"It's not a pity, that's fine." Mr. Tao smiled.

Tang Ya looked at the two, pretending she didn't hear their conversation.

Continue to wipe the dirt off the stele.

After a long time.

In front of a small city, the middle-aged swordsman stopped here, and it was he who proposed it.

Seeing Jiang Hao disappearing into Gao Tian's figure, he was quite emotional.

"It turns out that flying with Yujian feels like this."

His eyes were still moist, and when he looked at the city gate, he sighed softly:

"Walking half my life, I didn't want to come back, but I didn't expect to come back."

As he moved forward, he entered the city gate, crossed the street, and finally stopped in front of a martial arts gym.

After entering, I saw an old man in his sixties teaching people how to practice martial arts.

The other party saw him frozen in place, with anger in his eyes, but filled with emotion:
"You still know how to come back?"

The middle-aged man came to the old man, knelt on the ground, with determination in his eyes: "Father, I want to learn sword."

At this moment, the old man seemed to have returned to more than [-] years ago, when a child knelt in front of him and told him that he wanted to learn sword.

But now this child has become a 40-year-old middle-aged man.

But no matter what, he still replied with the same words as before: "Okay."

The middle-aged swordsman kowtowed heavily.

He knows that there is a fairy fate in this world, but it is impossible for the fairy fate to look at him who is mediocre and mediocre.

If he can meet in the future, he wants to make himself worthy of Xianyuan.

"Father, is it too late for me to learn sword at the age of 40?"

"Not too late, just right."

(End of this chapter)