Super Elation Under the Sun

Spring goes to summer and goes again, and then to the end of autumn.

In a blink of an eye, Li Fuyao has been practicing swordsmanship at the foot of Jianshan Mountain for half a year. Except for the initial study of swordsmanship and swordsmanship with three uncle masters, most of the following days will go on that hiking trail. When I go, I sometimes compare swords with two sword immortals. It's just a sword match. It's probably just that the sword immortal named Lu was directly stunned. The female sword immortal Xie Shen knew what Li Fuyao was. Xie Lu’s nephew never used a sword afterwards. When Li Fuyao was tortured by Lu Changyan’s fierce sword aura, Xie Chen just looked at the distance from a distant mountain, dressed in red. Don't reveal any words.

After getting a sword every day, he went to fight those giant birds again. He had to pull out his sword until he was exhausted before he could descend down the mountain road. Then he would fight with Xie Lu in front of the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain. Xie Lu started with The swordsman's first stage confronts the enemy, followed by the second stage, which made Li Fuyao miserable, but this way of feeding the sword, Xie Lu felt very good, and Li Fuyao did not dare to say more, just wondering when It is possible to let Master Xie take his sword, but according to the progress of the current level of climbing, it seems not ideal.

Perhaps Liu Yibai’s obsession with wine is worse than Kendo. Knowing that Li Fuyao's alcohol is acceptable, he takes Li Fuyao for a few drinks every evening, but according to this Liu Yibai, It is extremely unsatisfactory, it is as if a sword is out of a half sheath, and cannot be obtained or entered. It's just this kind of complaint that Liu Yibai didn't dare to say to Xie Lu that this situation was actually created by him alone. If it weren't for him to think of getting Li Fuyao drunk one day, that The kid missed the next day's practice, and now he can only drink a few drinks with Li Fuyao.

Xichunan talked a lot about the truth, but in the end only a few words were left in the sword intent, which made Li Fuyao a little confused at first, but after walking a few times on the road, he gradually became clear, and he completely felt that he was a master. It is not unreasonable that the uncle can go the farthest among the three uncles. But in this way, among the three uncles who taught Li Fuyao to practice swordsmanship, Xi Chunan seemed the most leisurely.

But even so, Li Fuyao was still in the second realm of Ningshen and did not break the enlistment at all. Back then, Chen Sheng went to the Jianqi realm in one year, but this apprentice was far less powerful than his master, just one year. For more than that, he still hadn't crossed the threshold of the second realm. When Li Fuyao was upset occasionally, he admired his cheap master even more.

The ancestors on the mountain have stopped going down the mountain since they went down once that day. According to the occasional news from the mountain, the ancestors have chosen to retreat and have to take a few steps to the front of the sword. The old man who did not seem to be too harsh was the ancestor of the swordsman on the mountain. He was a little surprised, but he calmed down quickly. It is no wonder that the ancestor said that after sending him down the mountain, no one dared to refute it. The identity is here.

In the early winter after the end of autumn, Jianshan had its first snowfall. The snow was not too heavy, but it just happened to be able to stain all the mountains in sight with a layer of hoarfrost. The roof of the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan was even more padded. There was a lot of snow. Li Fuyao was originally going to take a broom to clean the snow in the open space in front of the temple, but was stopped by Xie Lu, saying that it was such a snowy scene to practice swords, Li Fuyao looked at a loss, and then he accompanied Xie Lu. It was a full day of swords, and at the end of dusk, there were bruises all over.

Xie Lu jumped onto the big blue stone and sat down, motioning Li Fuyao to come and sit next to her. After sitting down, Xie Lu pointed to the distant green hills and chuckled softly: "I would rather you learn swords slowly. The mountains are boring, I Although you are focused on kendo, you occasionally find it boring. You have been here these days, but you have become more angry."

Li Fuyao knew that once he entered the Sword Qi Realm, after the sword Qi could be released, he would go down the mountain to travel through the mountains and rivers. After that, if he couldn't go further, he didn't need to talk about the sword mountain. If he could continue on the sword, Only then can I return to Jianshan to practice, but there are not many swordsmen who choose to return to Jianshan. Most of them either die in the demon land, or die in retreat somewhere, and are willing to stay here for the rest of their lives. The swordsmen on the mountain had to make a choice in order to continue the swordsman's line, otherwise, who would not want to be the kind of unrestrained generation who wields the sword where the world goes.

Xie Lu saw that Li Fuyao didn't speak, and didn't realize there was anything. He just smiled and said, "Fuyao, your age is just like that Taoist and the other young people in this mountain and river. After going down the mountain, you have to represent Jianshan, no, it represents the line of swordsmen, and we are fighting with them. It is not right to say that the fight is actually wrong. I just want to not insult the line of swordsmen. In the past, Jianshan has no newcomers, but If you don’t make such plans, but now that you have you, you can’t avoid it anymore. You are the first newcomer to practice in Jianshan in the past ten years, and the burden will naturally fall on you. It's a little heavy, but it must be carried."

Li Fuyao grinned. For the first time, he felt that the burden was heavier after practicing the sword.

Xie Lu calmly said: "Before that great battle, my swordsman had a line of swordsmen sitting in the mountains and rivers, and there were countless outstanding kendo seniors. Among the mountains and rivers, they are different from the three teachings. None of the monks dared to despise it, and there were even countless swordsman sects in the mountains and rivers. The disciples all took pride in being a swordsman. Although it is no longer the pomp of the year, which swordsman you have seen is decadent. , Self-pity?"

Li Fuyao said softly: "The pride of a swordsman is not in the mountains and rivers at all, but in the sword at his waist."

Xie Lu looked at Li Fuyao approvingly, "After learning the skill, there is nothing to be proud of. Pride lies in being worthy of a sword at the waist from beginning to end. I heard Brother Xi said that you think the sword is straight. I think it’s very good. It's a sword."

Li Fuyao smiled and didn't comment, Xie Lu didn't continue on this issue, and said with a smile: "In fact, there is a kid on the mountain who can actually go down the mountain, but the ancestors can't bear him to die."

Li Fu shook the corners of his mouth twitching, "Uncle Xie doesn't need to be so blunt, right?"

Xie Lu calmly said, "This is the straight character."

Li Fuyao was speechless.

Before Xie Lu left, he had stated that Li Fuyao would not use Li Fuyao to compete with swords. She would take a day off. After Li Fuyao responded, he didn't say anything. He only rubbed his shoulder where Xie Lu couldn't see it.

Then he grinned in pain.

Xie Lu laughed in a corner that Li Fuyao couldn't see. At this moment, he really didn't hold it at all.

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The snow on the top of Jianshan Mountain is far better than the bottom of the mountain.

Wu Shanhe, who was released from Jianzhong, met the uncle Xie when he went down the mountain for the first time, but he didn't see Li Fuyao. He was not reconciled at first, but after going down the mountain several times, he met the uncle Xie. I have never seen the slightest shadow of Li Fuyao. There was even one time when Wu Shanhe almost suffered a sword from Xie Lu. Xie Lu swung with a sword, the sword was full of energy, as if he did not treat Wu Shanhe as a younger brother. Wu Shanhe ran fast, and I was afraid that he would really have to bear the sword firmly. In this way, Wu Shanhe would not dare to go down the mountain anymore, but occasionally murmured that Li Fuyao had become a sword. The baby bumps of the three uncles at the foot of the mountain, so important? However, over the years, the three masters at the foot of Jianshan have been very unwelcome to the swordsmen on the mountain, but why did they match Li Fuyao? Could it be that this kid didn't board?

Wu Shanhe didn't think through anything, so he stopped thinking about it. He just wanted to see Li Fuyao. After all, there was no one at the same age on the mountain, and there was only Li Fuyao at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Shanhe walked to the top of the mountain without much hope. Originally, he thought that he would go to Wenjianping to see the scenery. Who knew that when he stepped on Wenjianping, he found that the ancestor was sitting in the middle of Wenjianping with his knees. The old ancestors hadn’t brought the old sword with them for many years. The ancestors closed their eyes and said nothing. Although there were a few silver threads on weekdays, the ancestors, who were mostly black hair, now have white long hair and sitting withered. In the snow, Wu Shanhe almost felt that this was the old ancestor sitting down, so scared that he ran to the old ancestor, only to find that the old ancestor opened his eyes and looked at Wu Shanhe, who was about to roll out his nose and tears. He sniffed his nose and said aggrieved: "I thought your old man was just like that. If you are sitting down, no one will care about everything on this mountain."

The old man smiled and said, "I really will die one day. Isn't this Jianshan going to survive?"

Wu Shanhe wiped his face, and said angrily: "Old ancestor, you have misunderstood my meaning."

The old man shook his head, shaking off the snow from his hair, remembering something, and calmly said: "You want to go down the mountain to meet that young man, and then do your three uncles prevent you from seeing you all the time?"

Wu Shanhe sat down beside his ancestor, tilted his head, frowning, "Among the three uncles, Uncle Xi and Uncle Liu didn't say anything, but it was Uncle Xie. I was driven up the mountain once I went down. Once, I didn’t know what the reason was. I didn’t do anything excessive, didn’t I just want to see that kid?"

The old man laughed and said nothing.

Wu Shanhe seemed even more depressed.

The old man said calmly: "Wu Shanhe, if you are still fighting in the sword aura, the old man will throw you into the sword tomb if he can't say it. By the way, let you see why the sword tomb is called Wan. Qianjianqi has its own atmosphere."

Wu Shanhe shrank his head and sighed, "Old ancestors, you know I want to go down the mountain, but why do you always stop me?"

The old man snorted coldly, "Don't think about it, you should practice your sword while the old man is still alive. When the old man goes west for a day, you will sit in the old man's position and sit down honestly in Jianshan."

Wu Shanhe yelled, "There are so many uncles and uncles on the mountain, why did the ancestors hold on to me?"

The old man glanced at Wu Shanhe without explaining.

Wu Shanhe cautiously said: "Just the three uncles at the foot of Jianshan are rare talents. The ancestors chose me, it seems very unreasonable."

The old man replied: "If the old man is not reasonable, what do you want to do, Wu Shanhe?"

Wu Shanhe was speechless for a while, and didn’t know what to say. The ancestor’s sword training was the undisputed first person on the mountain. His status was even more respected. No one on the mountain dared to challenge him. When the ancestor said that he wanted to be reasonable, the whole mountain was just Can accompany the ancestor to reason, if the ancestor is not reasonable, everyone can only stare, not to mention that Wu Shanhe, a three-generation disciple, has nothing to do with this ancestor.

Wu Shanhe, who sighed and turned and left, stepped on a series of footprints in Wenjianping, looking a little helpless.

The old man sat silent, and everything in the world followed his own temperament. On the contrary, the higher the realm, the heavier the burden on his shoulders. Wu Shanhe just shoulders this sword mountain, but that one is already a sword fairy. Chao Qingqiu's shoulders still have to shoulder the inheritance of the entire swordsman lineage, no one is easy.

As for Li Fuyao, the old man didn’t expect what he could do for the time being. Maybe he is the future of this line just like Wu Shanhe. However, it depends on how far they can go. If they are unbearable and have insufficient realm, how Can you gain a foothold in the mountains and rivers?

As for the aptitudes of these two little guys, Wu Shanhe is even better. The parents of this little guy who has been practicing swordsmanship on the mountain are all swordsmen with good cultivation skills. Naturally, the blood inherited is not much different. On the contrary, In terms of speaking, Li Fuyao’s parents are ordinary people. From a natural point of view, Wu Shanhe is already worse than Wu Shanhe, but it may be because of this little guy’s heart that the old people value Li Fuyao more and would rather let Li Fuyao go. Traveling through mountains and rivers is not willing to go down once.

Confucianism has long said that teaching students in accordance with their aptitude has long been said, but this is not unique to Confucianism. Thousands of years ago, the swordsman practiced in one line and was divided into three. However, it was gradually merged into one path later, but it was never confused. There are still people who have pondered a certain aspect to the extreme point of kendo.

Regarding Li Fuyao's descent and Wu Shanhe's practice in the mountains, although the old man and his three disciples did not pass face-to-face, they finally reached a tacit understanding.

If Li Fuyao can reach the Sword Qi Realm, then he will represent Jianshan to travel through the mountains and rivers and grind each other with the other talented monks of the Three Sects. If not, then it will be that Jianshan has no new disciples, and he will not be born again. That's it.

As for Wu Shanhe, he has to stay on the mountain anyway. No matter what, he can't go down the mountain rashly.

The scenery on the mountain is indeed not as simple as an outsider seems.

Thinking of the end, the old man looked down at the old thing about the ancient sword on his lap, and laughed softly: "I want to give you to that child. As a master, I have to make up for the meeting ceremony, but think about it again. That kid has to choose a sword by himself. How can he be so energetic with this old and decayed thing like me?"

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Before the twelfth lunar month, there were several heavy snowfalls in Dayu, which made many famous mountains look like new snow-white outfits, which made people look pleasing to the eye, but heavy snowfall was difficult. Excluding those mountain and river monks, there are no ordinary people in this season. Going on a long journey.

The longest Cangyun River in Dayu, because of its deep water and long river, did not form a layer of ice on the surface of the river, but even so, in a certain section of the lower reaches of the Cangyun River, beside a small village There are still many people fishing by the riverbank, but among the dozens of middle-aged men, a woman in a white skirt suddenly appeared. She was wearing a hat, wearing a fur coat, and carrying a fish basket. With a green bamboo fishing rod and sitting on a boulder for a day, he was more resistant to temper than an average old fisherman, and he didn't even seem to be afraid of the cold. This village actually welcomed the guests from afar. The reason was probably that after the woman decided to live in this village, she spent a lot of money to buy an extra yellow mud house. The family bought a lot of things, and the bids were much higher than those on the market. On the last day, I saw the men in the village were fishing by the river, so I bought all the fishing equipment and started fishing on the river. In the first few days, there was no harvest. The men in the village were simple-tempered. All the fish they caught gave one or two fish to the woman in the white skirt. The woman in the white skirt accepted all of them. Side fishing.

A few days later, the woman in the white skirt finally got some gains and started to catch some small fishes in the Zangyun River, but after catching them, she threw them into the water. It seemed that she had other ideas. No big fish?

It is said that there is a kind of fish named Peach Blossom in the Zangyun River. The color of the fish is like a peach blossom, and the taste is delicious. If it has a peach blossom fragrance, once this fish appeared in the past, it attracted many fishermen to catch it. Staying high, it's hard to find.

When the woman in white dress was reading the Daojuan in the Dengtianlou on Shenxie Mountain, a senior Daomen wrote this fish shape, but she had never seen it, so she wanted to see it.

So she came.

It's just that I haven't been able to catch a peach blossom until today.

The woman in the white skirt was a little disappointed.

Seeing another heavy snowfall, the woman in the white skirt looked towards the river with a bit of loss. She didn't know where she was going out of this door, or where to look, but she stopped wherever she wanted to. It's not reluctant at all.

Finally, the woman in the white dress who lost her interest was about to close her pole, suddenly she felt her hand sink and there was a fish on the hook!

The woman in the white skirt pulled abruptly, and a fish with a peach-like color was pulled away from the river, but she quickly broke free and rolled into the river.

The woman in the white skirt put down her fishing rod and was unbelievably calm.

Sure enough, life is alive, and the unsatisfactory things are seven or eight.

Then the woman in the white skirt stood up and looked into the distance. A man with an umbrella stood in the distance, quietly looking at this side.

The woman in the white skirt suddenly said, "I am Ye Shengge."

The man smiled: "I know."

Ye Shengge walked a few steps, took off the fur coat, took off the hat, and slowly said, "I am not very happy today."

The man laughed and said, "I am very happy."