Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 110: Revisit the old things

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After the summer season, the ancestor Xu Ji met two apprentices before going down the mountain to the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain. The first I met Xie Lu, and to this female disciple who should be a good family background, Xu Ji I really don’t know what to say. Finally, I stayed in front of the ruined temple for a long time. After saying something not salty and not light, Xu Ji turned to look for Liu Yibai, but there was no Xie Lu who spoke to him. Indifferent.

In the ruined temple, Liu Yibai first dragged out a jar of wine and threw it to his master, and then dragged out a jar of wine from under his statue. Without paying attention, he just sat on the stone platform in front of the statue. On, a lot of dust was shocked.

Xu Ji said with no anger: "Bring a bowl!"

Liu Yibai reluctantly threw another small wine bowl from under the statue.

Xu Ji wiped the cuffs randomly, then poured a bowl of wine, took a sip, and cursed: "Liu Yibai, you really know respect for the teacher!"

Liu Yibai shrank her neck and said of course: "You don't drink much. The good wine is for you, which is wasted."

Xu Ji snorted coldly, noncommittal, but drank most of the remaining bowl of wine in one breath, and then looked at Liu Yibai silently.

Liu Yibai was so flustered by his ancestors that he touched his cheek, and said indifferently: "Okay, I've died once anyway. Now it's a real farewell to this mountain and river. What's the big deal? Now, I can see, you still can’t bear it?"

Xu Ji looked sad. This is the first time this strong old man has expressed such emotions in front of his disciples.

Liu Yibai drank several sips of wine and unconsciously touched the hilt of the weeds at his waist.

Xu Ji sighed, "That sword back then was indeed made for you as a teacher. Although from your perspective, it doesn’t matter if the sword was made or not, but in fact these In the first year, I felt very uncomfortable as a teacher."

Liu Yibai smacked his lips, "No one blames you. If you are inferior to humans, you will die if you die. It is you, who spends these cultivation bases to suspend the three of us. It is impossible that we can hate it. You can't make it?"

Xu Ji was silent.

Liu Yibai put down the wine jar, looked at the statue behind him, walked a few steps, and came to the ancestor Xu Ji's side, and he stood shoulder to shoulder, then looked at it a few times, and said in surprise. : "Hey, I remember you used to be a lot taller than me, why are you shorter?"

Xu Ji smiled, patted his head, and scolded: "Jing nonsense."

Liu Yibai didn't take it seriously, but always laughed cheerfully: "You have carried a mountain alone, can you not hold you down?"

Xu Ji rubbed the guy's head, only to pour another bowl of wine, this time drinking very happily.

Actually, among the three people in the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, Liu Yibai, who dominates with sword spirit, is regarded as the disciple who is the most miserable to him. The big brother Xi Chunan grew up on the mountain, with a quiet temper, and walking on the kendo. Not fast, but extremely stable. This kind of swordsman will feel at ease no matter who he looks at. Xie Lu is dedicated to swordsmanship. He is naturally suitable for swordsmanship. Chen Sheng is the most talented and has the most joyful temper. People can’t hate it, but Liu Yibai. Although he has gone very far on the sword qi, he has actually been arrogant. If not, the achievements will be more than this, and that’s it. Xu Ji actually hates iron. Gang, before that incident, he was a little dissatisfied with him. After that incident, Xu Ji killed the Taoist monk with a sword and cut off the opportunity to become a sword immortal, and all three of them had to depend on this one. After the statue, the relationship between Liu Yibai and Xu Ji became very delicate, and the gap between the two became more and more. The ancestor Xu Ji has lived on the mountain for a long time, while the three of Liu Yibai settled at the foot of the mountain.

Now that the two of them are opening up, it can be regarded as breaking the last gulf between the two. But if it was too late, neither of them thought about it or spoke out.

In the end, when the old man was about to turn his head and walk out of the ruined temple, Liu Yibai suddenly called him.

Xu Ji turned his head, Liu Yibai frowned and said: "You have to let Fuyao know that it was not because of his stinginess that his uncle Liu didn't give him the sword at his waist. Compared to younger sister and senior brother, Liu Yibai’s emphasis on swords may be the highest."

Xu Ji smiled and shook his head, "When do you Liu Yibai care about these things?"

Liu Yibai said annoyed: "At this point, I am really worried that he will become a character like Chao Qingqiu in the future. Chen Sheng will definitely want to mention it, and the younger sister and senior brother will be indispensable, just in case. Just because I didn’t give him the sword, he didn’t mention my name. That’s really a **** loss."

Xu Ji is a little speechless, but feels very good.

After coming to the open space outside the ruined temple, Ye Shengge, the Taoist species who relied on not leaving, has been staying in front of the ruined temple these days, without a trace at night, but tomorrow he will almost be next to the big bluestone, watching her The peach blossom that I planted.

Li Fuyao was sitting cross-legged in a clearing in the distance. He might not be happy with this Taoist species, so he kept pulling the distance far away.

Xu Ji first stood next to the Taoist species Ye Shengge for a while, and looked at this Taoist species a few times. After all, it is the future of Liangxi Shenxian Mountain. There have been rumors in the mountains and rivers how powerful this Taoist species is. This made Xu Ji a bit curious, but after a few glances, Ye Shengge ignored him, and he was too lazy to say that no matter how frightened Jianshan was, he might not be able to compete with this young girl.

After coming to Li Fuyao, Xu Ji sat down right beside him and said straightforwardly: "Your master Chen Sheng is actually my apprentice, plus you three uncles at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, They are all the disciples I have received in my life."

Li Fuyao was shocked suddenly, opened his mouth, thinking about what he had seen and heard on the top of the mountain trail before. It was a bit unexpected, but there was no resentment. After a moment of silence, he still called out Master.

Xu Ji looked at Li Fuyao lovingly, and smiled calmly: "Whether you went up the mountain that day or you practiced in Jianshan, it's actually a predecessor, and you can't force it. If you want to blame Master for your hard heart, It’s up to you, but I’m here to see you today. There are two things. The first thing is to tell you something I told you three uncles and your master in the past, and the second thing is to finish talking. After this, we two will compare swords. What do you think?"

Li Fuyao nodded, and said with a serious face: "But it's up to the master's arrangement."

Xu Ji nodded and sat upright, and said calmly: "I told you that the principles of this world are not the original intention, but only the method of practicing the sword. The monks on the mountain, the three religions, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are all roots. Red, we are the only swordsmen who were born out of the Jianghu Wufu. Back then, they were just people from the mountains rolling in the world. The sword ancestor used his own power to bring the swordsmen from the mountain to the mountain, which is regarded as the gospel of the swordsmen in the world. Our swordsman line is one of the best among the mountain monks. The sword celestial strength has defeated the three saints for thousands of years. The battle six thousand years ago brought our swordsman line to such a situation. , We don’t regret it, we just start from scratch, but there are fewer swordsmen, and the inheritance will inevitably be less, and some good words of gold and jade will be lost. Some things in the master’s mind, while they are still there, I will tell you. Listen, you count as much as you remember. Anyway, you might have never heard of such a thing. On the contrary, you have embarked on a better path. So if you don’t remember, don’t feel guilty."

Li Fuyao is noncommittal.

Xu Ji continued: "Swordsman practicing sword is different from the practice of the three religions monks. If you really want to say it, it is full of smoke and fire. Therefore, the three religions monks should stay away from the so-called pure heart. The earthly world is really meaningless for us swordsmen. After you go down the mountain, if you can go to those rivers and lakes for a while, it is actually very good. Dipping into the smoke may not be as good as practicing swords in seclusion. Don't be afraid of this kind of chores. If you meet it, you will meet it. To experience and feel it, it is not bad for Jianxin. You Shishu Liu came out of the rivers and lakes back then and achieved this situation. , Is it possible that his experience in the rivers and lakes was his stumbling block, according to the master, it is not necessarily."

Li Fu shook his brows and stretched out, and asked in a soft voice: "Master, if something undecidable makes my heart upset, does the shadow affect Jianxin?"

Xu Ji asked back: "Is it possible that the sword fairy in this world can't encounter something that upsets my heart?"

Li Fuyao smiled, but he understood just the words.

Xu Ji smiled and nodded, "There are so many embarrassing facts in the world. Some things cannot distinguish right from wrong, and some cannot distinguish between black and white. If you meet, how do you choose?"

Li Fuyao thought for a while, shook his head, "Fuyao didn't know."

Xu Ji pointed to the two swords on his knee, the meaning was obvious.

Li Fuyao tentatively asked: "A sword fight?"

Xu Ji shook her head and pointed to her chest.

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xu Ji nodded with relief, "It's hard not to do a few wrong things in the world. If you are unwilling to choose because of a wrong choice, that's a real cowardly behavior."

Li Fuyao said sternly: "Fuyao has been taught."

Xu Ji smiled and nodded. This time he began to seriously talk about the forked roads that might be encountered in Kendo, and how to avoid crossing the threshold. Finally, the ancestor smiled and talked about Chen Sheng and said yes. His apprentice, your master, couldn’t be dragged after going up the mountain. After being taught several times by him, he didn’t know how to converge. Later, the two sword immortals who went to provoke the mountain trail were ruthlessly unrelenting. The sword hit half-dead, and then rested for a long time. It's just that he is naturally happy, staying in one place for a short time, and finally leaving Jianshan is a matter of course.

Li Fuyao talked to his master for a long time. In the end, Xu Ji told him that the lantern he gave to Li Fuyao before going down the mountain should be kept well, although it is not as good as the one that can be seen in the Buddha's soil. The lantern of the past and present, but it is always extraordinary. It can be regarded as one of the few magical artifacts on the mountain. It has no effect in confrontation with the enemy, but it is usually very useful to walk at night.

Li Fuyao naturally understood the meaning of these words, so he took it down very seriously.

Xu Ji seems to be very happy to be able to talk to Li Fuyao so much, so for a while, there is nothing like a sword's thoughts, but a lot of babblings. If this is seen by other people, it may be really shocking to drop his chin, what When was the ancestor so talkative?

Finally, the ancestor who remembered what was going on at last pointed to the two swords on Li Fuyao's knee and asked, "Which one do you use?"

Li Fuyao smiled, and instead of holding Qingsi, he held Xiaoxue instead.

The ancestor was a little surprised, but still didn’t say anything. He just reached out and picked up the blue silk, but the scabbard made by the green bamboo had some cracks before the sheath was pulled out. The blue silk was full of sword aura. It seems that Xu Ji doesn't like it very much.

Xu Ji's expression remained unchanged, and she clenched the blue silk tightly.

Li Fuyao held Xiaoxue tightly.

His meaning is very clear. The ancestors never used Qingsi, and Qingsi naturally rejected it, and his use of Xiaoxue was not very handy, so it was fair to a certain extent.

It's just that the moment Li Fuyao squeezed Xiaoxue, Xie Lu had walked out in front of the ruined temple over there, followed by Liu Yibai, who was drinking wine, and the two leaned on the door, watching this side.

After the ancestor Xu Ji took the sword, although he tried his best to keep his sword aura from being exposed, the aura still made Li Fuyao feel a little uneasy.

Holding the blue silk, Xu Ji smiled and asked: "Just use the sword to attack the enemy, just click and stop."

Li Fuyao nodded and responded with a good word.

So the two really started to compare swords at the foot of this sword mountain.

In the distance, Liu Yibai said, "When did the old man feed the sword to others himself? This is the first time."

Xie Lu was also a little moved. She whispered: "The old man has high hopes for Fuyao, but I don't know if Fuyao will feel too much pressure?"

Liu Yibai tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Even if you can resist this temperament, no matter how much pressure the old man puts on it, it won't be a big deal."

Xie Lu angrily said: "You look very open, and you are not your disciple anyway."

Liu Yibai chewed the grass roots in his mouth and said nothing more.

In the far end, Xu Ji and Li Fuyao's sword comparison has already begun, but there is a big gap between the realms of the two, and it is not as good as the old ancestor who is feeding the sword for Li Fuyao.

It's just that Li Fuyao, who has been practicing swords for more than two years, occasionally shines with swordsmanship.

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At the foot of the mountain, Xu Ji was feeding the sword for Li Fuyao, while in front of the sword mound, the old scholar carrying the bookcase was teaching the sage doctrine to the young man in the sword mound. , Whatever my days and my body, what scholars can not be Hongyi, in short, the old Confucian students just think of what they say.

This drove Wu Shanhe in the sword tomb almost crazy.

After the old Confucian scholars talked about the principle, he began to read some sage articles casually, but he couldn't read an article completely. He just thought of some fragments and read some sentences. I can't remember it. Changed to another one, in short, the mouth kept on, which made Wu Shanhe in the mood collapse.

It’s just that when Wu Shanhe almost couldn’t stand it, the old scholar would stop for a while and give him a chance to breathe. In the end, he simply lost the book and asked with a smile: "Wu Xiaomutou, do you think the old man will I won’t tell you the truth that dead wood cannot be carved and ruined is not teachable."

There was a helpless sound from the sword mound, "Old sir, I don't want to listen to any more reasons."

The old scholar angrily rebuked: "You know what a fart, if you can really calmly ponder these truths, where is the slightest uncomfortable, you elm head, it was a waste of old man to tell you this, maybe it's the one at the foot of the mountain Listen, kid, it’s a hundred times stronger than you."

Wu Shanhe was speechless for a while, wondering if he didn't know what to say or he didn't want to pay attention to the old scholar.

The old scholar gloats: "The old ancestor on your mountain is feeding the kid at the foot of the mountain now, Wu Xiaomutou, what do you think."

Wu Shanhe in the sword mound gritted his teeth, but still said nothing.

The old scholar was in a good mood, and finally he smiled and stopped talking.

Wu Shanhe quickly asked: "Old gentleman, the ancestor went down the mountain just to feed the kid?"

The old scholar twitched his lips, "That's it."

Wu Shanhe looked sad.

Only the next moment, the old scholar smiled calmly: "That kid is destined to go down the mountain, but you Wu Shanhe, but your ancestors have high hopes, I hope you can become an ancestor under Jianshan. "

Wu Shanhe was startled and did not speak.

The old scholar looked down the mountain and said calmly: "After today, Jianshan has changed drastically."

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The mountain foot than the sword soon came to an end. The ancestor Xu Ji returned the sword to Li Fuyao, and smiled satisfied: "You just go on like this, the world of swordsmanship will one day be ended by you."

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly, but did not refute it.

Liu Yibai suddenly said sadly: "Junior Sister, I won't see you anymore."

Xie Lu rarely yelled his brother in a soft voice, and then whispered: "You really don't want to support this weed?"

Liu Yibai shook his head, "With a sword in his hand, he died well."

Xie Lu frowned and said: "This sentence is extremely messy."

This time Liu Yibai didn't speak any more, but his eyes were clear and his sword aura remained silent.

Wait later, the old man will do his best to draw out the sword, and will not leave his hands to touch the two people in the temple, so he can only draw out the sword before the old man draws the sword.

This sword asks the subject.

Xie Lu didn't have so much obsession, but looked at Li Fuyao with nostalgia in his eyes.

She really feels sorry for this child.

It's not just because he is Chen Sheng's disciple.

Xu Ji looked at the ruined temple and said nothing. In the end, he just waved his hand, then smiled at Li Fuyao and climbed again.

Along the way, Xu Ji's expression was very indifferent, as if seeing everything in the world, she was not surprised at all. After returning to Wenjianping, when she picked up the old thing, she suddenly exploded with momentum. , Xu Ji was full of spirits. Although she had white hair, she seemed to have returned to her teenage years.

In the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, the two remaining statues have cracks.

The old scholar sitting in front of the sword mound, chanting a good line from an article by a saint, "A gentleman is inept at words but quick in action."

In front of the green lake under Menchen Mountain, a middle-aged man stepped onto the Menchen Mountain with a calm expression.