Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 466: The story of Bai Weng (2)

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Naturally no one will rescue a child for no reason.

But there is really luck in this matter.

If the child is not caught, he will not meet the swordsman in the prison.

The swordsman thought he had made a big mistake, so he sealed the sword, deliberately let someone seize it, and entered the prison. Without any other thoughts, he just waited to die.

For him, who has no other nostalgia in the world, he wants to die.

His sentence happened to be the same as that of the child, so he was put in the same cell.

Nothing happens at first sight.

For the first few days, neither the swordsman nor the child spoke.

After all, that child is too thin and too short, no one thinks he is suitable for anything, maybe death is his only belonging.

Until one day later, the swordsman accidentally caught the child's hand.

That is a pair of extremely thin arms.

When the swordsman was grasped, the child raised his head and glanced at each other.

The swordsman has seen many things, and the children can also feel many things.

So the matter came to a logical conclusion here. He became the disciple of that swordsman. That disciple had no attachment to the world, but he would not just watch a good seedling be killed by these mortals.

So on a dark and windy night, the swordsman sent the child out of prison.

He didn't leave, because he really had no attachment to this world anymore.

The child left the prison with a sword scripture and a sword.

So far, he began to travel in the world.

He has traveled many places.

When I walked through these places, I also killed many people.

Among the people killed, there are good people and bad people.

But in general, the bad guys are the majority.

After traveling in the world for almost a hundred years, the child has grown up, but the figure is still short. With that long sword hanging from an ordinary citizen, he has become a swordsman in the clear realm.

He started out in the midst of the last few days, but he was in trouble again, and his temperament was a little weird, but it was normal.

Just because of this, the temper is too paranoid.

Because he had a broken family, he always felt that if he wanted not to be bullied, he had to become the most powerful person in the world.

Fortunately, his talent is not low, otherwise the swordsman in the prison would not accept him as a disciple.

Three hundred years later, he finally became a climbing swordsman.

Only a line from the sea.

Maybe if you want to, you can cross over.

It's just for some reason that he hasn't taken that step for a long time, otherwise there might be another swordsman in the world.

Of course, this is his own idea.

Until one day, he heard a sword sound in the mountain.

Then he saw that many swordsmen had gone to Baiyu Town.

He understood what the sound of swords meant, but he ignored it, because in this world, not everyone is worthy of relying on.

Not everything is worth your life.

It's not worth even being in danger.

So he didn't leave the mountain that time, but sent his disciples out to inquire.

He soon learned of Jianshan's reopening.

To choose the head teacher.

At first, he was not interested in this matter.

His thoughts in this life are probably still a great ocean, not influenced by others.

Until someday later, because of something.

He chose to go out of the mountain, so he went to Jianshan.

The kid back then became the whiteweed now.

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"This story is smelly and long."

Bai Weng looked at the things that appeared in the glass, very disgusted.

The old man smiled and said: "Looking back at your life, you don't feel any pride at all. It is indeed not a good story."

Bai Weng is still in a cold mood, "good stories are in the future."

The old man said: "Some of the past stories are not presented. Why do you want to be the master teacher?"

The Bai Weng was silent.

The old man drank a few sips of wine and sighed: "This mountain is not another mountain, and it is not something people with ulterior motives can get involved."

Bai Weng said: "If you can stop me, I'll talk."

After saying this, Bai Weng didn't intend to consume it here anymore. He lifted the sword and handed it out to the old man.

This is an ordinary sword, nothing fancy, like a childish child, a sword is handed out, piercing the old man's body.

There is no blood at all.

The old man is not a real person.

He looked at Bai Weng, still smiling, "Why do you think you are such a person?"

Bai Weng ignored it.

Withdraw the sword.

The courtyard disappeared.

The road ahead is just a mountain road.

He looked into the distance and continued to walk forward.

A story has a beginning and an end, and doing things is naturally the same.

The figure of Bai Weng gradually disappeared on the mountain road.

……

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Soon after, a young man in a gray robe with a tired face came here.

Wu Shanhe.

He also saw a small courtyard.

There is still a stone table in the small courtyard, but there are no pear trees.

Wu Shanhe pushed in and saw the young man in gray robes sitting at the stone table.

The young man looked at Wu Shanhe and said softly: "Why do you have to fight?"

Wu Shanhe walked into the small courtyard, did not take a seat, just stood and calmly said: "Because it should be a fight."

"I keep saying, this is my sword mountain."

The young man asked: "Why do you think this is your sword mountain?"

Wu Shanhe said: "Why not mine."

The young man knocked on the stone table with his hand, and then said: "There is no reason to say."

"There are so many unreasonable things in this world, but this thing I have done cannot be said to be unreasonable."

Wu Shanhe looked plain, pressing the Shanhe sword on his waist.

The young man said, "Please drink."

When he said this, he didn't know where to take out a wine bowl and put it in front of Wu Shanhe.

There is wine in the bowl, and there is a story in the wine.

If nothing happens, this should be another story.

But Wu Shanhe just glanced at it, then reached out his hand to lift the bowl and drank it all.

The young man said bitterly, "There is no such thing as you."

Wu Shanhe should not be taken by common sense.

Wu Shanhe calmly said: "I was originally a disciple of Jianshan, how could I not know the wonders of Jianshan Great Formation, how could my ancestors value me so much, why didn't they tell me the mystery?"

The young man sighed and wanted to say something, but it quickly dissipated.

Wu Shanhe walked out of this small courtyard expressionlessly, and soon continued down the mountain road.

If Bai Weng wants to break through this sword mountain formation, he must first defeat Wu Shanhe, me.

……

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Bai Weng walked on the mountain path, and the more he went up, he had been attacked and killed many times.

The ancestor Xu Ji is a rare kendo in a century

Genius, who has controlled Jianshan for so many years, and his familiarity with the sword mountain formation has reached a terrifying level. Although he is not presiding over this formation now, the terrifying level of this formation is also Needless to say.

Even in this big formation, Bai Weng is far from being at a loss.

He has a lot of worried emotions. As for why, it is naturally not because of the sword formation, but because of the "that person" and the sword aura of "that person" who looked at him from a distance.

Those sword aura and sword intent are the strongest that Bai Weng feels.

He can even conclude that if he walks to the top of the mountain, he will definitely have a battle with "that person" at that time. Maybe he is the strongest opponent he has encountered since practicing sword, but Jianshan is already like this, and Such a second hand?

Or maybe there is another swordsman who has already stepped into the sea sitting in Jianshan?

But if this is really the case, why was it so easy to watch the main beam and go up the mountain back then?

Bai Weng frowned, looked at the front, and muttered in a low voice: "No matter what, I am here, whoever stops me is a matter of one sword."

This sentence is very hard, but it's a pity that the voice is too small to spread far.

Neither can it be heard by too many people.

It's just that not far behind, there is already a young man in a gray robe standing there, looking at the front with an unobstructed expression.

He squeezed the mountain and river sword at his waist and looked forward, as if he wanted to release the sword at any time.

An old voice came from the mountain road.

"Although the world belongs to you young people, if you do something, maybe you can become a dead person."

Listening to this, Wu Shanhe's expression became very strange, his face turned pale, but his hand still held the sword tightly.

If you really want to shoot a sword against him, then do it.

After all, this is his sword mountain of Wu Shanhe.

It's not someone else's, he's Wu Shanhe.

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The day is not short.

After Li Fuyao walked into the ruined temple alone, the first thing he did was to drag a jug of wine from the stage where there was a statue.

Then looked at the dirt for a long time.

It took a long time to pick up a wine bowl, and pour himself a bowl of wine.

I just practiced the sword back then, because Shishu Xie Lu was either intentional or unintentional, and didn't tell him that he had to climb to the top of Jianshan Mountain before dark, so he stayed on the mountain road for a long time.

As a result, he was disqualified as a disciple of Jianshan.

At that time, the ancestor Xu Ji gave Li Fuyao a big red lantern. After that, Li Fuyao went down the mountain and stayed at the foot of Jianshan Mountain for several years. In the past few years, he had dealt with three uncles.

Liu Yibai, who dominates with sword spirit, Xie Lu, who is unparalleled in sword skills.

And that Shishu Nan, who is gentle at all times.

Chen Sheng is his nominal master, but the three master uncles who actually taught him kendo are actually.

Therefore, Li Fuyao respects these three uncles very much.

This is the first time he has returned to Jianshan after leaving Jianshan.

Revisiting the old place is nothing more than that.

Mostly sentimental.

Especially when the deceased is no longer there.

Li Fuyao thought about the time when Shishu Xie Lu competed with him every day, thought that Shishu Shishu would hone his sword skills with him every day, and thought it was okay to drink with Shishu Liu Yibai.

This is perhaps the happiest time in his sword practice career.

There is no other idea, just practicing swords.

Li Fuyao took a sip of the wine, then put down the wine bowl, and took up the dirt.

His head is buried in the soil.

There were a few whimpers.

It has been more than ten years since I first met a few uncles.