Hidden Blade Chapter 62: The man in the dream
The Taoist man with his head full of silver threads but as handsome as an eighteenth young man came to the foot of Lishan with a large wooden box on his back.
Lishan is a very beautiful mountain.
Its beauty stems from its majestic mountains.
In a sense, it is quite similar to the Yaqi Mountain where the Lunar Palace is located.
But the difference is that Yaqi Mountain's strange, ferocious, fierce appearance, with a sense of alienation that is high above the ground, and that strangers should not enter.
The majesty from the mountain is a kind of calm and majestic. You can look far away, but you want to get closer.
Standing under the gate of the mountain, looking up at the Taoist wonders of this world, there is still a good taste in the future. The two sword-wielding disciples in white shirts walked up: "This Daoist, the front is away from the mountain sect. If you don't have anything to do with him, please take a detour."
Lishan is a kendo sect with a head and a face. Although I dare not say that he is the best in the world, except for the four transcendent objects of Taiyin Palace, Jianling, Longyin Temple, and Qinglianguan, the world's top three sects cannot leave the mountain.
As a disciple of this kind of sect, being able to be so peaceful, even talking with an ordinary passerby in a pleasant way, shows how the upper echelons of the mountain are capable of teaching disciples.
The Taoist, carrying a wooden box the size of his own body, slightly arched his hands towards the two disciples at that time, and said kindly: "I want to ask you to see the King Sword Immortal of your school next, and I hope the two will pass on." /
The two disciples' expressions suddenly changed when they heard the three characters Wang Jianxian.
Lishan is a well-known sword sect in the world. Although there are many sword immortals, there is only one Wang Jianxian.
It was the predecessor of Lishan Zhangjiao. Although he has removed his position as the head of the mountain, he is meditating on the top of the mountain, but the identity of the Taishang elder is extremely lofty. .
Although the two hesitated a little, they did not dare to neglect this man, even if he was only one in ten thousand likely to be the deceased of the Supreme Elder, then this guilt would not be borne by them.
"The two of you don't need to be embarrassed. I'll wait here. Go to him and report me Wei Changming's name, and he will come out to see me." The Taoist was also reasonable and said with a smile at that time.
Seeing that the Taoist was so determined, the two disciples were even more apprehensive, and hurriedly welcomed the Taoist into the palace of the sect to meet guests, and then offered tea, and then they were sent to the mountain to report the letter.
Although it is high from the mountain, the disciple who is in charge of the transmission thinks that it is a generation with strong feet, and there is a response after going back and forth, and a situation that is less than an hour.
At that time, he was away from the position of the mountain master, Wang Jianxian's direct disciple came to the palace in person, and respectfully welcomed the Taoist up to the mountain gate. During the period, I didn't forget to praise the two disciples who guarded the mountain gate for their decent behavior and did not neglect the nobles.
It seems that he also knew that this person was extraordinary, or that the Supreme Elder had already confessed, he sent the Taoist outside the gate of Wang Jianxian's retreat and pushed it down.
The Taoist was not in a hurry to enter the mansion, but looked carefully at the mansion where the deceased lived outside the mansion.
Naturally, it is not the luxurious dress of the vulgar family in gold and silver, but the materials and the architectural style are extremely elegant, not sharp, but revealing a majestic atmosphere from the bones.
The Taoist nodded when he saw this.
He is still him.
Decent, pompous, but not aggressive.
"Come in, what's so nice about this broken hut?" Taoist looked attentively, but the deceased waiting in the room was obviously already a little impatient, and his voice came from the back room.
"It's still this temperament." The Taoist shook his head when he heard the words, muttering in his mouth.
But she took a step back then and walked into the Dafumen.
There was a figure in a white robe sitting on the ground with his back facing him, and a white silver wire was scattered casually, hanging down to his shoulders.
Although I haven't seen each other for a hundred years, the Taoist still recognizes this person as the old person from the back.
"Unexpectedly, you will come to find me again." And the deceased obviously also knew the Daoist's arrival very clearly, he said so, stood up slowly, and then passed him.
The Taoist also saw the other side clearly at this time.
It was an old face, with a lot of wrinkles, vicissitudes, and gray hair. Although it was still faintly visible, it was still old after all.
The man didn't seem to see the sigh in the Taoist's eyes, but instead handed a wine glass to the Taoist at that time.
The Taoist sniffed, and the pungent smell hit his taste buds, making him a little dizzy.
"Is it wine?" he asked, looking up at the old man in front of him.
"Of course it's wine. Men don't drink, why don't you want me to drink tea with you?" The old man responded naturally, with a sly light in his eyes—he knew that Taoists almost never drink.
The Taoist naturally knew that he did it deliberately, but after all, he did not save his face.
So, after hesitating slightly, he raised his head and drank all the glass of sake.
"Let's talk about it, please me." Seeing the Taoist like this, the old man smiled, and then sat down beside the low couch in the room and asked loudly.
"I haven't seen you for a hundred years, can't I just take a look at you?" The Taoist's face changed slightly, and his mouth asked.
"Of course you can, but if you didn't ask me, how could you drink this glass of wine so refreshingly." The old man said so, he didn't forget to wink at the Taoist: "Sometimes, Your enemy knows you better than yourself."
The Taoist is silent.
After pondering the situation for a while, he looked at the old man and said, "I have not granted the immortal the seal of hair-setting."
The smile on the old man's face suddenly stagnated when he heard the words, and the whole person suddenly froze in place. After a long while, his face showed a wry smile: "The thing that millions of monks have been chasing for thousands of years, I'm afraid I can only get there. One step, and only you can refuse this step."
Yes, but as he said, all of this can only happen to Taoists, so that it is both unexpected and reasonable.
"Sure enough, you still can't forget that Ayan has become a real immortal, you can't avenge your revenge, but if you don't become a real immortal, you can't avenge your revenge either. This is a dead end." The old man said again.
The Taoist just walked to the low couch, put down the huge wooden box on his back, and sat down on the opposite side of the old man.
"The roads are all made by people, who said that there is only one road through the sky?" Taoist responded calmly.
The old man's heart was slightly shaken when he heard the words, but he still said calmly on the face: "So, have you found a way?"
"I've been to Dayuan Mountain and met the great monarch of the demon race." Taoist's answer was a bit of a bull's head and a horse's mouth.
Others can’t understand, and the old man can’t understand either.
"He showed you a clear road?" he asked casually.
"Yeah." Taoist's answer was unexpected.
"Oh?" The old man pretended to be gentle and lightly drank a glass of wine, forcibly suppressing the ups and downs in his heart-after all, he was unwilling to fall in front of this old man who had been fighting with him for half a lifetime.
"Then what are you asking for?" The old man changed the subject, he didn't want to be entangled in this issue, not because he was not curious, but over the past few years, he also figured out many things, the various things he cared about in the past. , But now he has long been bearish, otherwise, how could he chat with this Taoist wine here?
"Speaking of which, I am a little bit ashamed to speak." Taoist hesitated.
"You have always been shameless and shameless, so just say it." The old man disliked the Taoist's twitchy attitude, and sneered at that time.
The Taoist still hesitated for a while when he heard the words, before he said: "I want to be with you, and ask for something."
"What?" the old man asked.
The Taoist paused again, still seeming to feel wrong, until the old man showed an impatient look on his face, the Taoist gritted his teeth and said: "Your saber."
"This?" The old man stretched out, and there was a sword sound somewhere in the room. A simple and simple long sword flew into his hand at that time. He held the sword and shook it in front of the Taoist. After shaking, he asked.
"Yeah" Taoist nodded hard.
This seems to him to be extremely rude, especially for the sword fairy who is already famous all over the world. Asking for his saber is like taking a wife and daughter from him.
But he has his last resort after all.
So when he said this, he began to type in his mind, hoping that the old man in front of him could understand his situation.
But this thought only came up, and the manuscript had not yet written the beginning in his mind.
"Here you are." The old man's voice suddenly sounded, and then he stretched out his hand to toss it, and the divine sword that was as famous as the old man in front of him fell into the hands of the Taoist at that time.
"Huh?" The Taoist who had never thought that his journey would go so smoothly could not help but was taken aback. He looked at the divine sword in his hand, then looked at the old man in front of him, blinking and blinking, the expression on his face It seems to be wondering if the person in front of me is not the person he once knew~IndoMTL.com~I don't need him anymore. "And the old man seemed to see the Taoist's doubts, and he waved his hand to the Taoist.
"No need?" The Taoist was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he seemed to understand something, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at the old man sadly and asked, "How long is left?"
"What?" This time it was the old man's turn to be puzzled.
"How long can you live?" The Taoist asked again. In his opinion, a swordsman does not need his own sword. The only reason is that the swordsman is dead.
Who knows that the old man who heard this was furious, pointing at the Taoist and cursing: "You will live longer than you, Wei Changming, and you can rest assured that I won't die if you die!"
The old man’s attitude made the Taoist understand that he would be wrong. He naturally didn’t dare to refute, but he could only carefully ask: "Then what do you mean by this?"
The old man smiled faintly, and said with a relaxed expression: "I thought about it these days. Either you go to the mountains or see the Lord Yan. Although the world is big, I don’t have my old knowledge. It’s really boring. It’s not like that. , It’s better to promise that old boy, go to Jianling to guard his grave"
Although the Taoist who knows a little bit about this matter was surprised by the old man’s choice, he didn’t say much after all. After a while of silence, he nodded: "That’s also good."
"There are all kinds of swords there. You can go with this sword if you want, but you have to tell you the ugly thing first. This sword is called Yangming, takes your own name, and is with me one hundred and thirty Yu Zai, you can have a good life to him." The old man said so, as if thinking of something at the end, he asked: "By the way, I remember that you never use a sword? What do you use it for?"
A thick sweat suddenly appeared on the Taoist's forehead, and he cautiously said in an inaudible voice: "Melt money"