Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Hanshan faces south and travels thousands of miles south.

The night sky is like splashed ink, without stars and moon.Surrounded by mountains, the vast lake is like a huge well, black and deep.

This lake is called 'Mingyue Lake', although the climate here is cloudy and foggy, so that half of the year, the moon cannot be seen on the lake.

Mingyue is just the name of a sword.

The sword is like the moon, and the night is like the day, shocking all directions.

And the owner of the sword, Yun Xuzi, the master of Mingyue Lake, sat in the lake pavilion and made tea.

Before the fire was ready, and the cold water was not boiling, a person had already walked on the bamboo path on the lake.

A young man with a handsome face stood outside the pavilion and saluted: "Disciple congratulates Master for leaving the customs."

Yun Xuzi nodded slightly: "Come."

When the young man walked into the pavilion, it was Jing Di, the disciple of Mingyue Lake.At this time, he was restrained and restrained, advancing and retreating with discretion, and he looked completely different from the shady Hanshan monk in the restaurant.

Yun Xuzi is no longer the majestic head of the sect, but a loving master: "What benefits have you gained from your travels?"

Jing Di answered one by one, and finally said: "I met a young man by chance, who was born with the body of a sword spirit, but it's a pity that his heart is for Hanshan. On the way back, I heard that his reputation has spread."

The clear water in the cauldron gradually boiled, and the broken bubbles made a faint bursting sound. Yun Xuzi poured the tea powder into the water, as if he had some interest: "Oh, how do you say it?"

"Han Shan called him the successor of Master Ji Xiao."

Yun Xuzi's smile faded: "Such trivial details are worth your attention?"

Jing Di bowed her head and remained silent.There was a moment of silence in the pavilion.

When the tea soup was boiling, Yun Xuzi said: "Master, I know that you have a wild heart and rarely restrain you. I don't want to pay attention to the absurd things you do outside. At this moment, the battle of the secret realm of the vast sea, you are somewhat sure." Make the first move?"

Jing Di proudly said: "Eighty percent."

"Not enough!" Yun Xuzi said sharply, "Don't go down the mountain until the secret realm is opened!"

Jing Di hurriedly bowed down: "The disciple will go all out to win Chu Kong Wuya and dedicate it to the master."

Yun Xuzi continued to make tea: "Go."

The young man exited the pavilion and walked towards the zigzagging bamboo path laid on the lake, his figure gradually hidden by the night fog.

The fire was extinguished, Yun Xuzi poured two bowls of tea, the color of the tea was just right.

Someone said: "The water is too old."

At some point, a tea drinker appeared on the seat opposite Yun Xuzi.

He may have been here all the time, or he may have just arrived, in short, with Jing Di's realm, he couldn't detect this person's aura at all.

Yun Xuzi asked: "Uncle Master, what do you think of this son?"

The man sat in a place out of the reach of the candlelight, and put down his tea bowl: "You can be a pawn, but it's hard to be a big one. I have other arrangements in the secret realm of the vast sea."

Yun Xuzi said: "Everything is according to my uncle's orders. There is only one thing I don't understand. Not long after Ji Xiao died, Han Shan got a new Xiantian sword body. Is there such a coincidence?"

The man said with a smile: "Is it true that the sword body is innate or acquired, does it matter?"

Yun Xuzi didn't know why, but felt relieved: "It seems that Ji Xiao is really dead. Han Shan came up with this method."

If Ji Xiao was seriously injured and escaped, he would try his best to hide his tracks and restore his cultivation secretly.How dare you show up in front of people when you are still weak?

If Han Shan gets the news from Ji Xiao, he will definitely activate the formation to protect the mountain and close the mountain to hide from the world.The contraction force stood ready, and there was a long silence.

But now, only Han Shan needs Ji Xiao's residual prestige.

All great figures will eventually be forgotten, and new stars will rise. Of course, for the Hanshan Sword Sect, the slower the process, the better.

Choose a young man to build momentum for him and create a gimmick as Ji Xiao's successor, so that the world will not lose confidence in Han Shan's future.

It's not a brilliant approach, but it's not bad either.

"Of course he's dead. It's been 120 years. He's still not dead. It's unreasonable."

How to kill the invincible sword master?

It takes enough time and patience, careful planning interlocking, and mental arithmetic and unintentional calculations to accomplish the seemingly impossible.

The dignitaries standing at the top of the cultivation world have been waiting for 120 years for this killing round to start.

Fortunately, practitioners have a long lifespan. The longer they live, the more comprehensive and complex their thinking will be.

The man drank the tea soup, looked at the vast night sky, missed the past years, and felt many emotions:

"Jixiao is not dead, some people have difficulty proving the truth, and some people cannot sleep."

……

After nightfall, the Hanshan Library is brightly lit.

As soon as Haishi was approaching, and Elder Meng hadn't returned to Changchun Peak, Xiaodaotong would come to the library to look for him and hold the scrolls for him.

The first time Meng Xueli said: "I remember the way, so I don't need to pick him up at night."

Liu Xiaohuai responded respectfully, and after a long time asked in a low voice: "Elder Meng, do you want to choose another Taoist boy?"

Like him, he is responsible for trifling matters such as interrogation and cleaning in the peak, and he is called a cleaning boy.Another kind of Taoist boy can follow the elders to walk outside, called the boy holding the sword.Although they are all Taoist boys, the latter obviously has more face.

Meng Xueli didn't know what was going on, but seeing that the child felt wronged, she acquiesced in allowing him to come.So the Taoist boy of the other elders held the sword, and his Taoist boy held the book, which became a scene in Hanshan.

The library not only has Taoist scriptures and sword formulas, but also essays, travel notes, autobiographies and other miscellaneous books written by Senior Han Shan for the reference and comprehension of disciples.

When Meng Xueli came here for the first time, he wanted to find out if Ji Xiao had left anything behind, but the deacon in the building told him regretfully: "The real person never wrote a book."

The building is divided into nine floors, and the layout of each floor is roughly the same.Rows of tall bookshelves are six feet apart, allowing several people to pass without hindrance.There are many desks under the window on the other side for the diligent disciples who burn the lamp to read at night.

Meng Xueli likes to come at night, the candles all over the building are lit, and the flames dance.Those carved candlesticks protrude from the outside of the bookshelf, hanging above the head, like the stars at night on the snow-capped mountains, bright and numerous.

As the night darkened, there were fewer and fewer disciples in the building.Meng Xueli closed the scroll, walked from the table by the window to the bookshelf, intending to read the next volume.

Suddenly hearing a low voice coming from outside the two bookshelves, there were vaguely the words 'Junior Brother Xiao', but this time he didn't hear 'Reverend Ji Xiao', Meng Xueli stopped in her tracks.

A cultivator has keen five senses, and he vaguely sensed that the group were six or seven teenagers with low cultivation, probably outer disciples.

"Speaking of which, does anyone of you know where Junior Brother Xiao is from?"

"He's from the south, he passed the Yunzhong Mountains and then went south."

"Since it's the south, why didn't you enter Mingyue Lake?"

"Brother Zhang and the others are lucky. They rushed to bring them back in front of Mingyue Lake. The village is also remote, and ordinary people really can't find it. It can only be said that it was a coincidence."

"Village? I read Junior Brother Xiao's description of his behavior, and I thought he was from a wealthy family, but he wasn't?"

"I only found out after asking Senior Brother Li. You must not tell it. It is said that Junior Brother Xiao's parents died young, and..."

When Meng Xueli heard this, she frowned slightly.

The lonely young man in the barren mountains, who once became a genius of the immortal sect, is like a rough jade emerging from a heap of rocks. It is indeed somewhat legendary and worthy of discussion.

The few people who spoke had no malicious intentions, just curiosity.But the speaker has no intention, but the listener does.Meng Xueli thought, if that junior brother Xiao knew that his classmates were talking about his background behind his back, he might not feel very good.

It's like he doesn't like to hear others compare a certain junior with Ji Xiao, no matter whether the speaker is malicious or not.

The more the disciples chatted, the happier they became. Meng Xueli changed his mind: There is no one else on this floor. I walked around quietly, and shouted suddenly after getting close to them. They must have scared them to crawl all over the floor.

He put down the scroll, restrained his breath, and walked forward lightly.Seeing that there is only one bookshelf away... a person flashed out of the dark, almost face to face with him!

Unprepared, Meng Xueli took two steps back in horror, and slammed into the side of the bookshelf. The candlestick hanging above her head shook violently, and the burning candle fell straight down.

He should have easily dodged and subconsciously attacked the comer.However, at this moment, he saw the man's face clearly.

The next moment, Meng Xueli was pulled into his arms.The lamp fell, drawing a spark in the darkness.

The man hugged him with one hand, caught the candle with the other, passed over his head, and put it back on the candlestick firmly.

"It's alright."

Meng Xueli froze on the spot, a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, as if they had known each other before, or there had been an arrangement somewhere, and they were destined to know each other.

Complex emotions overwhelmed him violently, he wanted to cry and laugh, he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy.

The man seemed dissatisfied with his recklessness, took two steps back, but did not let go: "This is an ever-burning lamp lit with shark oil, it will last for a thousand years, and the flame is very hot."

Meng Xueli couldn't hear clearly, she only saw the candlelight in his eyes when she looked up.

Not far away there was a loud shout: "Hugh is so rude, this is Elder Meng of Changchun Peak."

When Liu Xiaohuai went upstairs, he met a group of outer disciples running in panic.He ran closer, only to see Meng Xueli's eyes were full of tears, and someone was holding her wrists tightly, daring not to resist.

Immediately showed the courage to face Que Xianming: "Let go of the elder!"