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The old beggar's martial arts were hidden, and he ran out of the city in one breath, leading them to a secluded grove.

When Lang Ji and the others stopped under a tree, the old beggar was leisurely sitting on a branch drinking some wine and waiting for them.

Langji and Langji looked at each other, but they didn't understand what the old beggar was planning.

As soon as he left the inn, it could be seen that he came prepared.The target was the two of them, or rather the sword.

Obviously he could easily get rid of them, but not only did he not, he even stopped and waited for them.

What is the conspiracy to bring them out of the city?

Is it aimed at people, or is it aimed at swords?

If he wanted to seize the treasure, wouldn't he be planning to kill people to silence him?

Countless thoughts flashed through Langjue and Ji Liuxuan's minds, and they all stared at the old beggar with a relaxed face on the opposite side, secretly vigilant.

The old beggar raised his head and took a big gulp of the wine, then sighed contentedly, threw the jug and jumped down from the tree.

Seeing this, both Langjue and Ji Liuxuan secretly took a step back cautiously.

The old beggar patted the dirty clothes on his body. I don't know if it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time, or his voice was hoarse from drinking too much alcohol. His voice was always hoarse like frost, which made Langjue feel extra uncomfortable.

He said, "Don't be nervous, the old man won't do anything to you."

Langjue was upset, so he couldn't help asking, "Then what do you want to do?"

The old beggar raised his eyes and said, "I just want to know one thing." He raised the Hanquan sword in front of him, like stroking a lover, his eyes were gentle, and his right hand gently stroked, "The original owner of this sword, the same What is your relationship? Where is he now? "

Langjue was a little surprised. It sounded like the old beggar was an old friend of the master.He never expected to run into someone who knew the master.

It's just that it's not clear whether it's an enemy or a friend, so how can he easily reveal silent news to others.

"Will I tell you if you ask me? Who do you think you are? Do you have a relationship with half a copper coin?" Lang Jue didn't want to be polite to him anymore, and spoke in an aggressive tone.

"Boy, the grave of the person who dared to talk to this old man like this in the Jianghu is now ten feet high. Believe it or not, this old man killed you within three moves." Even when he said harsh words, the old beggar His voice was also flat and without ripples, adding an intimidating aura invisibly.

Lang Jue smiled, "You're bluffing me! You're so powerful, you can get beaten up by a helpless little boy." Even though he knew that this old beggar had set it up on purpose, he still couldn't let it go. Laugh at his chance.

The old beggar didn't take it seriously when he heard the words, "What's the point of bullying a commoner who doesn't even know martial arts? This old man only likes to attack the strong. What's more, the strength of the little boy's hand is nothing more than a tickle to me."

Langjue squinted her eyes and smirked, "I'm also weak, so I'll give you a scratch too?"

The old beggar glanced at him indifferently, "I'm not in the mood to joke with you now, I just want to find the person I'm looking for quickly." The voice was still flat, but there was a faint sense of fatigue, and even "Old Man" "I don't even have the energy to weigh it.

Lang Jue turned serious, "Why are you looking for him?"

The old beggar was silent, and was very confused when he heard the words.

"Why..." He whispered softly.

"I have been looking for him for more than thirty years, and I have long forgotten why I was looking for him. I just remember... I was looking for him." The old beggar looked dazed, which made people feel a little unbearable to see him like this.

"But I remember now, but I don't want to tell you."

The old beggar turned his gaze back to Langjue, "Just tell me where he is."

Lang Jue frowned and said, "No."

"reason?"

"What if you want to hurt him?"

Hearing the word "hurt", the old beggar was shocked, his eyes opened slightly for the first time, "I...how could I...how could I hurt him?"

Langjue looked at Ji Liuxuan in confusion, wondering if it was his illusion, at this moment he felt that the old beggar was a little nervous.

"Ming, Ming'er... How could I hurt you? Believe me, I won't, I will never again! Never again..." The old beggar hugged the Hanquan sword tightly, his eyes were distracted, nagging.

Thinking of the torment of not seeing that person for more than 30 years, he felt a dull ache all over his body.He was scared, he was really scared!

Just because he did something wrong because he was young and energetic, he spent the rest of his life bearing the painful consequences.

Making myself into the current virtue is just to punish myself.

His only belief in living is to find that person.At least one chance to ask for his forgiveness!

If, if that person doesn't forgive him, he really doesn't know what will become of him.

Countless times I regretted in my heart, hurt the most important person in my heart, and ruined my own happiness with my own hands.Now he can't bear any blows!He couldn't force the young man, he didn't dare take the risk, and it was the only time in over 30 years that he caught a trace of him.

The old beggar held onto the scabbard tightly, and the cold touch helped him gradually calm down.

He must find him!must!

Find a way, find a way to convince him!

Langjue didn't know the old beggar's inner thoughts, he only saw the old beggar holding the cold spring sword tightly in both hands, sitting down slowly with his legs crossed, his eyelids drooping and he was silent for a long time.

It was three poles high in the sun, and Lang Jue was a little irritable from being roasted.He glanced at Ji Liuxuan questioningly, Ji Liuxuan shook his head, expressing his helplessness.

Lang Jue licked his dry lips and asked tentatively, "Old man, old man?"

"Please give me some feedback, you are almost sitting like a stone statue."

The pain from heart contraction gradually eased, the old beggar exhaled, and finally said, "Do you know why I know this sword?"

Langjue was startled, he wasn't sure if the old man was normal now.

I had no choice but to follow the words, "Why?"

"Because I gave him this sword." The old beggar said seriously.

Langjue looked at Hanquanjian in surprise, and then at him, but he couldn't imagine that this elegant and unparalleled sword came from his hand.

"What evidence do you have for that?"

The old beggar didn't answer, and continued to talk to himself, "I know he must have given you this sword himself, and you have his shadow on you."

Langjue was silent, he didn't feel anything, but he should be right after thinking about it.When people get along with each other for a long time, they will always acquire a little bit of each other's habits.

"Back then, I asked Master Zhu Xian to tailor this saber for him, and named it Cold Spring. It was just to match his cold spring-like aura." The old beggar's eyes were blurred, as if he was lost in memory.

Master Zhu Xian?

Langjue opened his eyes slightly, he wasn't quite sure, is this Master Zhu Xian the one who forged the Feng Xie Sword?

Ji Liuxuan knew about Master Zhu Xian's deeds, and he was also very surprised when he heard it.

"I also specially created a set of cold spring swordsmanship for him. He is really magnificent and unparalleled in the world." The old beggar smiled slightly.

But then, a trace of melancholy appeared between his brows.

"It's just that after we fell out, he not only wanted to return the Cold Spring Sword to me, but also said that he would never practice the Cold Spring Sword Art again." Having said this, the old beggar looked at Langjue and said, "Whoever gave you this sword Man, did you not teach you the cold spring swordsmanship?"

Langjue was a little confused, but was speechless.

Seeing his reaction, the old beggar understood, "Heh, he is still the same as before, and he will do what he says."

"Why did you two fall out?" Lang Jue couldn't help asking.

Ji Liuxuan didn't speak, but he was actually very curious.

"It's a long story," said the old beggar, with a trace of exhaustion on his brows, "That happened many years ago, and you won't understand it even if I tell you."

Langjue looked up and down at the old beggar, and then up and down again, and said awkwardly, "I'll understand if you don't tell me."

Ji Liuxuan wondered, "What do you understand?"

Langjue didn't know how to explain it to him, so he held back three words for a long time, "It's hard to say."

Ji Liuxuan slapped Lang Jue on the head, "What are you pretending to do with me?"

Langjue rubbed her head and said aggrievedly, "No, it's really hard to say. Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words."

When he told him that matter without a word, he didn't directly explain the cause and effect, it was all up to him to comprehend it.

Langjue sneaked closer to Ji Liuxuan, and whispered very lightly, "I can only tell you that the master said that he lived alone in Tianzhu Peak and was trapped by love."

Ji Liuxuan turned these words around in his mind, and instantly understood.

Looking at the eyes of the old beggar again, one can see something different from it.

He also imitated Lang Jue and whispered closely, "Then what are you going to do?"

Langjue frowned in distress, and replied in a low voice, "I don't know, what if Master doesn't want to see him?"

Ji Liuxuan gestured to the old beggar with his eyes, "Look at his eyes, I don't think he will hurt Master no matter what."

Langjue watched over as she said, and was struggling in her heart.The frail look of the old beggar just now still lingers in his mind.

It is indeed hard not to believe that he has deep feelings for Silence.

Langjue was still hesitating, but the old beggar said again, "I'll teach you the cold spring swordsmanship, how about you tell me where he is?"

Langjue opened her eyes slightly, "You said you...taught me?"

The old beggar nodded slightly, "As long as you learn this set of sword techniques, it won't be a problem to defeat that girl with a whip."

A girl with a whip?

Langjue realized in an instant that he was talking about Jin Xiaoxiao, Jun's face flushed all of a sudden, "You, how do you know?"

"The old man was drinking on the tree next to the banquet." Speaking of other things, the old beggar seemed to have fully recovered.

Ji Liuxuan was startled, he was so close, but he didn't notice it at the time.How unfathomable is this man's martial arts!

Involuntarily, Ji Liuxuan began to re-examine the old beggar in front of him.

Langjue didn't expect this, he was concerned about other things, "What are you doing there?"

A rare expression appeared on the face of the old beggar, "I heard that the head of the Chilin Sect hosted a banquet for all the famous people in Chilin City. It is expected that there will be a lot of delicious food and wine. So..."

Langjue let out a long "oh" after hearing this.

As soon as these words came out, Langjue felt that the distance between him and the old beggar was much closer.There is no sense of mystery that cannot be guessed or seen through, and there is more smoke and fire.

After talking so much, the old beggar's voice is not as hoarse as before, and the whole person seems to be slowly returning to life.The disgust at the beginning gradually faded, and Lang Jue's heart opened up a bit.

He simply sat down and said, "Now that we both know an embarrassing thing about each other, it's even. Dare to ask senior's name?"

The old beggar lowered his eyes and unconsciously stroked the cold spring sword, "My name is taboo, it's not worth mentioning."

Lang Jue didn't force others, "Okay, you don't have to say anything. Then what shall I call you from now on?"

"up to you."

Langjue frowned, "Then let's call you senior! Senior, you said you created the cold spring sword technique? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Ji Liuxuan interjected, "I haven't heard of it either."

In fact, he had heard of the Cold Spring Sword, but he didn't know that the Cold Spring Sword was in Silent's hands.

In his previous life, Buyu never gave him any saber, because he kept asking him to find Fengxie.

This is very strange to him, but he has been guessing that it is probably to make his revenge more likely to win.

"The Cold Spring Sword has appeared very rarely in the Jianghu. Everyone only knows that the sword that ranks second in the weapon list is called Cold Spring, but few people know that this sword is from the hands of Master Zhu Xian. Regarding the holder of the Cold Spring Sword, As everyone knows, that is, about 30 years ago, news of him suddenly disappeared in the world."

When the old beggar said this, he showed a lonely expression again.

He created the cold spring swordsmanship for that man, not to stain his hands with blood.

That person practiced the cold spring swordsmanship for him, not for the sake of making a name for himself in the world.

The Cold Spring Sword was more like a token of love he gave to that person.And the cold spring swordsmanship is a precious memory between them.

"Don't be in a hurry for decades, who would care about where that person went? Martial arts will never be short of talents with high martial arts skills, and people who can talk after dinner. Few of the older generation in the world have seen the cold spring swordsmanship. You haven’t heard of it, and you should.”

so mysterious?

Lang Jue propped his knees and listened with gusto.