Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 630: Many swords came in the night

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There is a village not far from Xiaoyuan City, called Shanshui Village.

This village is close to Xiaoyuan City. The farmers in the village rely on the supply of fresh vegetables for Xiaoyuan City to make a living. Other than that, Shanshui Village is not far from Xiaoyuan City and stands at the head of the village. Look, you can vaguely see the outline of Xiaoyuancheng.

Tonight, there is heavy snow in Xiaoyuan City, but outside of Xiaoyuan City, everything is business as usual, nothing unusual. Looking up in Shanshui Village, and even looking at the sky with some stars still hanging, doesn’t that mean Tomorrow is another sunny day? It's just that the night is deep now, even those old people who occasionally wake up at night are just confused, and whoever has the leisurely sentiment raises their heads to look at the night.

In a small yellow mud yard at the head of the village, the lights are still on. The couple in the house are soaking vegetables picked from the field in the middle of the night in water. This is to soak the vegetables, except to keep them fresh. , The other layer is to increase the weight. Some of the people under this world are honest, but some people don’t have that. What kind of conscience, what kind of nature, in front of the silver that can be seen in this eye, just It seems very trivial.

The middle-aged man who reached out and flicked the vegetables in the water turned his head and glanced at his wife. He cursed and said, "I said that this kind of vegetables has no prospects. Besides, I can't let Lao sleep sleep in the middle of the night. Sleep well, the most, the most, when the kid is admitted, whoever does this is a dog!"

The woman who knows that she doesn’t talk at all when she looks at it doesn’t know that this is the first time she heard her man say these things, so she didn’t care at all, but she hesitated when she heard her man mention her boy. After a while, he said with some excitement: "Mr. Private School said, Gu'er's brain is bright. This time 80% is going to be done. When he is done, we will also move to the city in the future. Then we will get one. For a small shop, life is different. Even if Gu'er can't become an official in the future, it's definitely not a problem to be a teacher. We don't have to suffer so much anymore."

When she was speaking, the woman's face was full of happiness.

But soon the middle-aged man said angrily: "When that kid is admitted, he still has to get a shop. I don’t have to raise that kid for a day or two! It’s time for him to honor him. ."

The woman said softly: "We can't cause too much trouble for the children. Even if we enter the city, we will have a good life."

The man retorted: "What kind of a good day is this?"

"Why not count?"

The woman opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't figure out why this is not a good day.

The man was a little irritable, and he didn't want to talk more to his wife. He just talked a lot of gossip while working. Those voices came out of the house, but the voice was not loud and not many people could listen to it. To.

But the two people sitting on the roof can naturally hear clearly.

The two people on the roof, one of them looked just like a teenager, looking at the book in his hand, facing the moonlight, and hearing his father and mother talking, then he was dressed up as an ordinary scholar next to him. The young man smiled slightly.

The middle-aged man sat on the roof, his eyes fell on the night sky, he looked at the sky above the small garden city in the distance, calm and speechless.

The young man asked many questions before reading the book for a while, and the middle-aged man answered them one by one without any difficulty.

After closing the book, the boy looked at the middle-aged man and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhang, your knowledge is really higher than those of the gentlemen in the city."

The middle-aged man called Mr. Zhang did not speak. The compliments he had heard in the past often had to compare him with those saints who had been famous for a long time. It is rare for such a young man to open his mouth to him and Xiaoyuan. Those teachers in the city made comparisons.

He thought it was a bit novel, but it was nothing more.

People like him definitely won't do anything because of these novelties. If they do, it won't be him anymore.

After the boy closed the book, he talked more, but apart from the words that praised him, most of them were other gossips. Those gossips, the middle-aged man sitting on the roof was not willing to To listen.

The reason why he hasn't left this small village is because he is waiting for the opportunity, saying that he is waiting for the opportunity, but it is more appropriate to say that he is waiting for someone.

"Sir, you are so knowledgeable, why would you like to stay in such a small place?"

Young people always have a lot of questions to ask.

This teacher who is called Mr. Zhang did not come to this small mountain village until today, but came here half a month ago. After coming here, he stayed at the head of the village. The family stayed, and by chance, he met this boy. So for the past two weeks, he would come to this roof every night to see the night. Of course, he also helped this boy by the way.

Mr. Zhang turned his head and glanced at the young man, and said calmly: "Stay in a certain place long enough, many people will develop some tiredness, at this time, walking elsewhere can dilute these tiredness, life It’s a short time, a hundred years, and it’s hard to say how difficult it is after all, but in the end there will be some people who are different from others. Perhaps watching certain scenery, it’s not too long to watch a lifetime. This is the case for me. The reason why I left that place and came here was just because Just forced."

"Forced?"

The young boy's eyes are all placed on Mr. Zhang's face.

Mr. Zhang continued: "For people like us, it seems that there is nothing obligatory to do, and no one can force us. But the world is like this. There are always things like us. You have to do it."

"This is no different from being forced to be natural."

Mr. Zhang looked at this young man and said a little digression, "Like you, the biggest vision in your life is to be an official one day. If you have better luck, the official can go to the capital, but no matter what In any case, there is still a majesty the emperor on his head. It is not really comfortable, it is still in vain."

The young man said unconvincedly: "Sir, is there a comfortable person in this world?"

This was a casual question from a teenager, but when Mr. Zhang didn’t speak, he plucked up the courage to say a few more words, “Life is in the world. There are friends and relatives, there are things you can do, and there are others who want to do but can’t So, if you want to be comfortable, don’t you mean that you can do what you want to do, and no one can persecute what you don’t want to do?"

Mr. Zhang thought for a while, and then chuckled softly: "This is the truth. It is really difficult to be truly comfortable. It's just that I once had a friend, so I'm infinitely close to this."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang has a look of remembrance in his eyes, "This vast world, for six thousand years, is only one person!"

The young man opened his mouth and called out Mr. Zhang. He is not stupid. He naturally sees that Mr. Zhang is on his mind now, and his mind is still very serious.

Mr. Zhang stood up and said calmly: "In the past half a month, you have not asked my name, I have never asked your name, but it is a very interesting thing, but after today, the fate of you and me will be here. It's over."

The boy's eyes widened.

Next, I'm afraid it will be the most absurd scene he has ever seen in his life.

In the night sky, the Mr. Zhang stood up from the roof. He didn't do anything, but his body began to shine with golden light, and then he began to drift away, extremely dazzling in the night.

Just as Mr. Zhang floated out of this mountain and water village, an indifferent voice came from a distance, "Go back!"

At the same time, there is still a white sword light piercing the night!

——

This is Liu Xiang.

These four words are definitely more than just four words for any swordsman in the world.

Li Fuyao looked at the man in a blue shirt and swallowed. He was already well-informed, the lingering saint Yanhe in the Wushan Mountain, and the Sword Master trapped in Xiaoyuan City for thousands of years.

This is the Sword Fairy Willow Lane six thousand years ago?

Everyone else can do it, but why is it the sword fairy Liuxiang?

Before the battle in Luoyang City, Liu Xiang appeared in the clouds. The world only knew that this human swordsman had another sword fairy, but few people knew that that man was Liu Xiang, which was the same as the one six thousand years ago. The sword fairy has inextricably linked Liuxiang.

The sword fairy clearly recorded that he died on Jianshan.

But this one can also be said to be the sword fairy.

But he is not some other sword immortal, but the sword immortal Liuxiang!

That's a name as loud as Chao Qingqiu.

If Li Fuyao is not stunned, I am afraid it is still a little abnormal.

After Liu Xiang said that sentence, for an instant, "The name, the person who can fight with me is dead, and other people can't say anything."

After saying this, Liu Xiang raised his head and looked at the sky, looking at the sea of ​​clouds

Those Jian Guang and Jin Guang in then said: "Sword Lord, if you really want to talk about it, I also want to shout to seniors. When Chao Qingqiu was still there, the world was calm, and when this person died, the whole world was in chaos. Get up, there is one more sword fairy here and one more saint there. What will happen to the world afterwards?"

The monks in the realm of Liu Xiang seem to be a little confused about this matter.

Li Fuyao looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be talking to himself, and quickly got rid of the shocked emotions. He quickly determined one thing, that is, whether he was Liu Xiang or not, but Always a sword immortal, since it is a sword immortal, appearing here again, naturally it is very helpful to the sword lord on the cloud, the situation today may be a little different.

So Li Fuyao doesn't have to leave Xiaoyuan City in a hurry now.

It's just that Liu Xiang just looked up at the sky, and didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he asked: "You gave him the ten thousand zhang long?"

Since it is Liu Xiang, I can naturally recognize the sword called Wanzhang long.

Liu Xiang was one of the best 6,000 years ago, and the only thing that can make him look at it a few more times is the sword immortal ten thousand feet. Since the ten thousand zhang long is his sword, Liu Xiang will naturally know it.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath, and then said: "It went by itself."

The sword is alive, not to mention that the handle is so long that it is willing to be held by the sword master. Li Fuyao naturally has to let it go. Long ago, Li Fuyao thought about finding a sword for this sword. A good sword master, it’s just that he has not been able to make a trip. Now that the sword has found a master on its own, everyone is happy, but I don’t know what the fate of this sword will be. Will it dissipate in the clouds with that sword master, or Let the world know the name of this sword again.

Liu Xiang sighed a little, "At that time, Wan Chi found another way. With this imperial sword technique, it is possible to be invincible in front of other sword immortals, but when you meet Liu Xiang, naturally there is nothing to say. ."

Liu Xiang was the most dazzling monk in that era. Meeting Liu Xiang was the dream of many monks.

After that, Liu Xiang looked at Li Fuyao, and then said somewhat boringly: "You want to come and have been thinking until now, am I the Liu Xiang of six thousand years ago."

Liu Xiang tilted his head, "Is it right? It’s not a terrible question if I think about it. According to some people’s stereotypes, then I can only count as half of Liu Xiang, and when will I count as a whole? As for Liu Xiang, it depends on whether there is Liu Xiang, but when the day comes, I am Liu Xiang, but not me."

As I talked, it seemed that some sadness had spread.

Liu Xiang rubbed his cheeks, and then became silent.

Li Fuyao couldn't help asking: "Senior Sword Sovereign seems to be very difficult in the clouds, why doesn't Senior yet make a move?"

Liu Xiang folds a willow branch, and said calmly: "Wait for someone."

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In that small mountain village before, the Confucian sage said the same thing. He said waiting for someone, waiting for his opponent, but now Liu Xiang said waiting for someone is waiting for help.

He began to think in pieces, "Chao Qingqiu did such a good job at the beginning of this game, which made us later people feel ashamed if we didn't do it well. Let's kill his two saints here first, and then Go to the cloud and kill a few others, won't this matter be solved?"

Li Fuyao stood not far away, naturally hearing these words clearly, and couldn't help feeling shocked. Is this another masterpiece of the Canghai monks?

If it is true as Liu Xiang said, then the two saints who died here recently will suffer heavy losses, whether they are Confucianism or Taoism. After that, who can compete with the swordsman who owns three sword immortals?

The swordsman's line of regaining its former glory seems to be not far away.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath and tried to be as calm as possible. Could it be that tonight is a night with a different day?

Liu Xiang didn't have time to pay attention to what Li Fuyao was thinking, but he firmly grasped the cut willow branch, then turned his head and looked into the distance and shouted: "Have you come?"

There was no sound in the distance, but there was a sword light in response.

In the night, the sword aura is particularly eye-catching, like a silver dragon, scurrying across the sky.

Liu Xiang held down Bai Wen on his waist, then lifted up and looked at the clouds. When countless wind and snow met his gaze, they all let out a path.

This is the sword lord who is inviting him into the cloud.

Liu Xiang turned his head and spat, then smiled: "Here it is."

And far away, Jinguang masterpiece!