Super Elation Under the Sun

The imposing ancestor on the mountain has not allowed this old scholar carrying a bookcase to sprout a little bit of fear. This old scholar who has not read many books, and has traveled thousands of miles, looked at an imposing swordsman on the mountain. The ancestor yelled: "Xu Ji, what's the matter, that sword didn't hurt you at all, and now I still have the strength to show off the power in front of me, a scholar who has no power to hold a chicken?"

The old ancestor on the mountain, who was originally called Xu Ji, looked at this old scholar who had met many years ago, frowned and said: "You old fellow, you obviously don’t have a lot of skills, but you like to be reasonable, yeah, so many years have passed. , Is still alive, hasn't been killed by anyone?"

The old Confucian raised his head and smiled: "I, Du Yuanyou, have walked a lot in this life, and I have spoken a lot of truths. Whoever has heard the truths from me is not convincing, and there is a murderous intent, but you are the old man. Guy, he is obviously a strong player in the outside world, and he has to want to show off his prestige and embarrass himself. Don't expect to live for two more years and look at this mountain and river more?"

The old ancestor on the mountain received a sword spirit, came to the old Confucian, stood side by side with him, and said with emotion: "I'm tired of seeing it."

The old Confucian smiled, didn't rush to speak, instead he untied the book box behind him, took out several books from the book box, and stuffed it with his ancestors on the mountain, and then put the book box back on his back and watched. Looking ahead, "These are the only sword books I found. You definitely don't have them on the sword mountain. Take them. I owe Chao Qingqiu a favor. If I can't pay it once, the old man will pay it back several times, and it will always be paid off. By the way, I once ran into a young man at the border of Yanling. He wanted to climb mountains and learn swords. Now he is on the mountain?"

The ancestor on the mountain did not change his expression. After walking a few steps up the mountain, he said, "He didn't reach the top of the mountain before dark. Naturally, he couldn't pass the test of my Jianshan. According to the rules, he is not my Jianshan disciple. "

The old Confucian stared, "Well, don't you look at your current situation, you still pick and choose, really think it is six thousand years ago, all the monks in the world would raise their heads to look at you swordsmen?"

The old ancestor looked indifferent and calmly said: "Even if this line is declining, these rules are still to be said, otherwise everyone is like this, so what?"

The old scholar wanted to tell this old guy straightforwardly that there were no people on this mountain, and there were no rules, but after thinking about it carefully, maybe he felt that this was a bit too much, so he didn’t rush to speak. Just annoyed: "The boy has a very temperamental temper. Since he can't practice swords anymore, let him study with me. The old man has no other skills. Only in the matter of reading, he still has a bit of experience. It’s the young man who really wants to practice swordsmanship. The old man can also teach it. It’s not that there is no precedent for scholars to practice swordsmanship. The young man who was trapped in Luoyang City's Star Picking Tower can do it, and the old man can do it naturally. ."

The ancestors were noncommittal, just saying: "I haven't seen a scholar like you, and I practiced swords if I opened my mouth and closed my mouth."

The old scholar replied: "The old man has never seen a swordsman like you. If you didn't insist on making that sword that day, you shouldn't look like this now, maybe you are really qualified to sink. I stepped on the top of the mountain instead of waiting for the old Taoist priest to come and trouble you."

The old ancestor was unwilling to say anything more about this matter. After walking a few steps, he stopped talking. Instead, the old scholar asked reluctantly, "What about the boy, where did he go after he went down the mountain?"

The ancestor calmly said: "Who said he went down the mountain?"

The old Confucian slapped his tongue. It took a long time for him to react. He patted his ancestor on the shoulder without saying a word. He really didn't know what to say.

Finally, when the two of them were about to reach the top of Menchen Mountain, the old scholar finally started talking about the business, "Liang Yi has a high level of realm, and it is rumored that it is only half a step away from entering the holy. Others think it is a bit exaggerated. Exaggeration, even if you came to Jianshan in a state of wandering out of your body this time, can you stop it?"

The ancestor’s expression was a bit lonely. Although he had used his sword for the sake of the sword mountain, he almost never had the chance to climb to the summit of the kendo, but in fact he didn’t regret it too much. Coming here, there is no Chao Qingqiu, even if it is him, he is not sure.

He laughed in a low voice: "Not bad for the last sword."

The old Confucian student who has traveled many places in his life smiled and said, "The old man said that he owes Chao Qingqiu a favor, and it is just right now."

The ancestor shook his head, "The sword mountain matter is only related to the swordsman, so don't mix it up."

The old Confucian did not say much. He has traveled a lot in his life, and he has been to many places, but he has traveled too many places, but in the end he found that Jianshan was the most interesting place. He was in Jianshan back then. I met Xu Ji at my feet, the two became friends, and then they had not seen each other for many years. When we met again this time, he didn't actually come for Xu Ji or Jianshan. As for Chao Qingqiu's favor Jianshan would also secretly return it. If he was so blatant, the swordsman who wanted to come to this mountain would not accept anything.

Just like this stubborn old man in front of him.

It's just that he really wants to reason with the observer of Shenxieshan, but Shenxieshan has been unreasonable for too long, so he really can't help it.

After a few steps forward, the ancestors took the initiative to talk about Li Fuyao's climbing experience that day, talked about his practice at the foot of the mountain after he hadn't climbed the top of the mountain, and finally said that he was actually very satisfied with that kid, but he just couldn't go up. Going up the mountain is actually nothing, anyway, he is his disciple and grandson, and he is a swordsman.

The old scholar smacked his lips and said with a smile: "You are leaving him a way out."

The old ancestor finally had some smiles, "The tree moved to die, people moved to live, such a young man, there is no need to stay with the old men on this mountain, the mountain is gone, the sword is still there, and the swordsman is still there. It’s just that the old man really doesn’t believe that Shenxieshan over there will really act like this regardless, the kid Chao Qingqiu is not dead yet.”

The old Confucian student looked at his ancestor in amazement, "You really didn't know that Chao Qingqiu was being spotted in the demon land now, and the two giants would take his life if they joined forces! Otherwise Liang Yi had always been cautious. , How could the gods travel thousands of miles to Jianshan."

The ancestor's footsteps paused slightly and his look was ugly.

The old scholar cursed with his lips: "They are all old men who have become sages, and they don't have the shame. Two great monsters teamed up to target a sword immortal, and they can't be laughed out of laughter?"

The ancestors were silent, but continued to walk slowly.

The current situation of Jianshan in these years has been worse than one year. It is like a mansion will be unable to return to the sky. Even if the sword fairy is alive, it is only a guarantee that Jianshan will be there. As for other things I didn't dare to ask for more, I just looked at it as an ancestor who had lived for countless years. Looking at this dying situation, I actually couldn't bear it, but there was nothing I could do.

If Chao Qingqiu really died in the demon land, that Jianshan would lose the protection of the sword immortal, and I am afraid it would soon become a barren mountain.

The two walked slowly side by side. When passing by the ruined temple on the top of Menchen Mountain, the old scholar stopped and took a few more glances, but did not stay long, and continued on the mountain road with the ancestors on the mountain. After going up the mountain, the old scholars and ancestors arrived. When I asked Jianping, standing on the edge of the cliff, the old Confucian student had an open mind. Then he smiled: "I was studying everywhere and wanted to be a world-famous scholar, but no academy and academy did not accept me. This suddenly remembered. The word "Yuanyou" in my name means that the sage said that reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. In fact, if I really have the opportunity to read ten thousand books, how would I think about traveling thousands of miles? Yu helplessly, after walking a lot of places, I felt the same. Only when I came to the foot of Jianshan Mountain, I saw a different scenery. There are so many scenery in the world that I can’t come and take care of it, but only You Jianshan, I really don’t want this to become history. It took six thousand years for the swordsman line to go from its heyday to its decline. Is it not as profound and long-term as the three religions, but the swordsman line can rise because of a true word. , And the decline lies in a straight word. The Confucian ancestors said that there is a great righteousness, but they are not always the same in dealing with things. They can tell the feast of the world, but they can also tell where in life they don’t meet. Human love and worldliness, three Although the monk is standing on the mountain, he still wants to talk to fellow fellows who are also standing on the mountain. But as for your swordsman, you have a sword at your waist, and if there is an injustice, there is a sword in your chest. A sword in your chest. When something happened, it was natural not to be liked by others. In the current situation, it was the swordsman himself who caused the situation."

The ancestor stood beside the old Confucian student, calmly said: "It's not that the swordsman is too straight, it's just that there are too few people among the three religions who have this straight word. Zhang Sheng wrote a beautiful article back then and let the world The monk sincerely admires him, how high-spirited he is, but now, can he find the second one?"

The old Confucian frowned and smiled angrily: "For a scholar like Zhang Sheng, it is a great blessing to find one in the world. How dare you to find another one!"

The ancestors were noncommittal, just looking down the cliff.

The old scholar suddenly remembered something, and asked a little uncertainly: "Could you let that kid go down the cliff?"

The ancestors were silent.

Silence is the default.

The old scholar actually felt a little annoyed for the first time, he said angrily: "That kid is only in the first stage, is there in the third stage? You dare to let him go down, but the old man knows what's down here!"

The ancestor did not explain anything else, but just smiled and said, "The second state."

The old scholar was dumbfounded.

Judging from the current situation of the old Confucian student, this old fellow is completely frantic.

And not just a little bit.