Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 230: Several swordsmen in mountains and rivers
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Luoyang City, winter has passed and spring has come in March.
An old man and a young man walked slowly in a small alley. Walking ahead was an old scholar carrying a bookcase. His face was old and his figure was not tall. A closer look was even a little rickety.
At this moment, carrying a bookcase and walking in this downhill alley, the old Confucian student is still babbling, first chanting a few famous lines from Confucian ancestors, and then saying a few more about himself in a certain poem A few delicate poems from above.
After reading and reading, in the end the old scholar just sighed and looked up, not knowing where he was looking, but no matter where he was looking, he could not cross the high walls on both sides when he thought about it. He could only confine his eyes. That's it.
The young man behind this old scholar is slender, dressed in a moonwhite gown, with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and a sheathed long sword that you can see that it’s not a mortal thing hanging on the other. No matter how good his eyesight is, he can see clearly the words "mountain and river" on his scabbard.
Using the word "Shanhe" as the name of the sword is enough to prove that the sword is extraordinary. It is even more presumptuous to say that the young man who hangs the sword also has the word "Shanhe" in his name.
Walking in the alley, this young man made no secret of his sword aura, so wherever he went, he must be full of sword aura.
About this point, the old scholar in front of him had already informed him and persuaded him, but the young man didn't care about it and never paid attention to it.
Old Confucian scholars are not the kind of pedantic scholar who has to over and over and over again. After saying that, the young man kept talking, so he stopped talking nonsense and let the young man go.
I have traveled with this young man for more than two years. I have traveled through various countries in Yanling. Dayu and Liangxi have also walked a bit. The old scholar witnessed how this young man got from the Qingsi realm. Those who were in the Qingjing Realm also watched the young man's sword intent become purer and sharper.
At this time, if he is to compete with Ye Shengge two years ago, it is still hard to say whether he will win or lose, but he has at least a seven-point chance of winning.
But the current Ye Shengge is not the Ye Shengge of two years ago, and if you meet again, the chances of winning are not easy to say.
Among the mountains and rivers, Ye Shengge, the Taoist species, is still regarded as a mountain by many brilliant young people. Others want to cross this mountain, but this young man just wants to cut the mountain with a sword.
His swordsmanship is just a sword, but there are some obstacles in the way forward.
This kind of kendo coincides with the sword fairy Liuxiang six thousand years ago, but they are only six thousand years apart, and the relationship is not too big.
After a few steps, the young man stopped suddenly, glanced at the changed mansion not far away, and then looked down at a stone wall in this alley.
There are several sword marks of different shades on it.
He chuckled softly: "He used his sword, right here, he should also be against a monk in the clear realm. In the end he won, but winning is definitely not easy."
The old scholar whose realm has not been known to outsiders also stopped, turned his head to look at the sword marks of different depths on the wall, and nodded thoughtfully, "The sword intent is here. I have already entered the door and walked forward. Even though it is difficult, it is still on the right path. Xu Jing valued him back then and did not hesitate to use his sword for thousands of miles. This young man seems to be inferior to yours. It’s a lot, but in fact, it’s just this kind of upper-middle aptitude, it’s just right. The talent is too high as that of Bai Zhihan, but in a few decades, he almost climbed into the sea, and finally failed to reach the realm of sword fairy."
"Furthermore, Xu Ji and Chao Qingqiu, Xu Ji's aptitude on the Ming side was much higher than that of Chao Qingqiu, but in the end he was not as good as Chao Qingqiu, and Chao Qingqiu entered the sword. Immortal, is the most powerful person in this mountain and river. Whether it is a saint of the three religions or a giant demon giant, encountering him is just a matter of swordsmanship."
"Wu Shanhe, only Li Fuyao is the only companion in your generation. If both of you can become sword immortals in the Canghai Realm in the future, the old man will think that he is going to climb the summit before you. ."
As Jianshan’s youngest disciple, Wu Shanhe has gone through many life and death battles after he went down the mountain. In every battle, no matter who the opponent is or the level of cultivation, he will definitely do his best. He Wu Shanhe thought purely, so he only had one sentence to revitalize Jianshan.
As for how to rejuvenate, in the final analysis, you have to set foot on the ocean and become another sword fairy among the mountains and rivers.
Now when the old scholar talks about the order of swordsmanship in the future, Wu Shanhe said without admitting defeat: "Even if Fuyao has hope to climb the sea, Wu Shanhe will not be slower than him!"
The old scholar chuckled softly: "Since you have the word "mountain and river" in your name, you can see how deep someone expects you. In the final analysis, there is no word "if". Perhaps among the two of you, you may become a sword immortal. It is far higher than Li Fuyao."
He stared at this young man who had traveled with him for two years and had experienced many wars. His temperament had changed a little. He was silent for a while. After six thousand years of withering, he could turn the tide by relying on one or two people. In fact, it is not realistic to continue the brilliance.
At first, he bowed his head, and then bent down again. Finally, Wu Shanhe, who was sitting on the ground, stroked these sword marks and sighed softly, "I know why the ancestor treated him better than me. I am a disciple of Jianshan. From now on, Jianshan’s heavy responsibility will be borne by me, but he is not, just like the poor sons and rich daughters of these secular people, he is just a guy who has not even climbed Jianshan, although there is Master Chen Sheng Uncle accepts his disciples. There are three masters at the foot of Jianshan who have carefully taught him. But after all, he is not a disciple of Jianshan. Therefore, the ancestors hoped that he would live more freely, and he was unwilling to put the burden on him, so he had a lot of love."
After standing up, Wu Shanhe chuckled and said, "Since my ancestors valued me so much, I will act as he wishes and move forward with weight."
The old scholar didn't say much, but he untied the bookbox on the back, flipped through it for a while, and found a porcelain bowl that didn't seem to be any special, and handed it to Wu Shanhe. Wu Shanhe silently unzipped the wine gourd around his waist. , Filled a bowl for the old scholar, the two were sitting against the wall in the alley, Wu Shanhe raised his head and drank the wine in the wine gourd, the old scholar was holding the wine and remembered Xu Ji, the ancestor of Jianshan, The fact that the nails were made is a dead end, and he knew this when the news that he had shook a sword for Li Fu reached his ears, he just didn't tell Wu Shanhe.
As one of the few friends of the old Confucian in his life, this Jianshan ancestor, in his opinion, is really not like an old friend who can talk for a few days and nights, but he absolutely believes For one thing, no matter who it is, if you want to kill yourself in front of him, you will be sturdily hit by Xu Ji's sword.
It doesn't matter if the person is a saint of the Three Sects or the Great Demon of the Demon Land, it is nothing more than that.
Is this kind of friend worthy of his deep friendship?
He once wrote a eulogy for his apprentice Xi Chunan, but he never wrote one for Xu Ji, because even he didn't want to believe that Xu Ji had truly dissipated in the world.
There are two kinds of people in the world who have no afterlife.
The first type is ordinary people who have been killed by monks, and the second type is Xu Ji, a mountain monk who is unwilling to have the afterlife.
Ordinary people slain by monks, if other people have the heart, there are still some ways to find those who disperse their souls. At that time, they will pay a price, and it will not be without a chance. But the second type, since it is to calm down. May there be an afterlife, and after death, the soul will naturally be scattered all over the world, even if you want to find it, you can't find it.
After drinking the bowl of wine, the old scholar collected the bowl and asked casually: "Wu Shanhe, you have almost walked through these places in the mountains and rivers, and are you going to the demon land afterwards?"
Wu Shanhe shook his head and laughed softly: "Don't get together, I'm going to see the Buddhist land in the West."
The old scholar thought for a while, and finally nodded, "If that's the case, then let's make the difference. Depending on your cultivation base, I'm afraid it's not that easy to die."
Wu Shanhe stood up, patted the wine gourd on his waist, smiled and said, "Where are you going?"
The old Confucian student took it for granted, "Naturally go to the demon land to find Chao Qingqiu and tell him how much I have done against the swordsman line."
Wu Shanhe laughed loudly, and finally said with a serious face: "If he meets him, he happens to be in danger, so I can trouble the old man to make a move. As for the favor, it will be on my head."
The old Confucian student was surprised: "Why, deep feelings?"
Wu Shanhe calmly said: "After all, he has to call me brother."
The old Confucian said in a bad temper: "Then you **** don't know you are going?"
Wu Shanhe took it for granted, "When I entered the Demon Land, I would have to take out a sword and behead a demon repairer who was at least in the Stairway Realm. It is too early now."
The old scholar didn't speak much, just shook his head. He hasn't seen a few swordsmen in this world. Anyway, he's not afraid to tell the big story early, that's just such a Wu Shanhe.
The two separated. The old scholar walked north carrying a bookcase, while Wu Shanhe just stood there, smiling and watching this fellow for two years, protecting him in every war. student.
Thinking about it, Wu Shanhe solemnly bowed to him.
Whether the old Confucian was for the affection with his ancestors, or he was blinded to him, at least it really helped him, Wu Shanhe has no reason not to write down this friendship.
The old scholar never looked back. He did not tell Wu Shanhe that there was a swordsman in Luoyang City whose realm was higher than that, nor did he personally go to see him.
There are some things that he feels unnecessary.
The old scholar also believes that even if he tells Wu Shanhe, the latter will definitely reject him with four words that are unnecessary.
Since this is the case, why bother to say more.
After the salute, Wu Shanhe marched forward with a sword, and soon disappeared.
The old Confucian student carried the bookcase and headed out of the city.
It's just that when he was approaching the gate of the city, he stopped abruptly, turned his head and saw that there was sword energy in the direction of the Star Picking Tower.
The old scholar suddenly realized, "Yes, since Wu Shanhe has come to Luoyang City, how can you not see him? Since you have seen him, you must be satisfied with a sword, but Li Changgu is so much older than you. A one-hundred-year-old guy, would you be worthy of this sword?"
"It turns out that this battle is your first true life and death battle."
"No wonder you came to Luoyang City, because you knew it a long time ago."
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The scholar on the high platform of the Star Picking Tower stood up and lifted the wistful day short beside him. This was the first time in his lifetime that he watched a swordsman throw a sword against him.
Although there is no murder, the sword aura is not fake at all.
Li Changgu looked at the young man with the sword hanging from his waist, and the young man who climbed the stairs step by step, for the first time had the mind to go downstairs.