The shaking of the mountains behind him gradually subsided, and Jiang Changming stopped under a big tree. He listened carefully and seemed to hear the shouts of the two teenagers. For a moment, Jiang Changming was hesitant. At this time, he could choose to go directly to the shabby room to complete the retest, or he could choose to go back and look for the two teenagers, but no matter which choice he made, it seemed that he would leave regrets.
But just when Jiang Changming was having a hard time making a choice, he suddenly noticed something strange. His pupils shrank violently, and the hairs all over his body stood up. At the same time, he suddenly raised his head - and saw a figure in plain clothes leaping high from the top of the towering tree next to him, and stayed in the air for a moment. , then he held the sword and fell straight to the ground! This person and the sword in his hand are integrated, and with the force of falling, he rushes towards him like a falling stone from the sky! Every time this person gets closer to him, his power increases by several points!
It felt slightly cold at first, like a thin needle piercing and splitting the high space!
Then I felt the momentum, like a strong wind blowing away the remaining clouds, and the trees around the figure shook violently, as if a hurricane was coming!
Finally, when the sword intent was no more than three feet above the head, it was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, the sword intent was raging, and it was unfavorable wherever it went, and it was as powerful as a broken bamboo! Several thin tree trunks next to the figure were cut in half by this sword intent from top to bottom, like chopping wood!
This sword intent suppressed Jiang Changming and made him breathless! Even though he is a powerful Tianji, it is the first time in his life that he has seen such a strong sword intent!
It's too late, but it's soon.
Just when the sword intent was less than ten feet away from Jiang Changming, he reacted suddenly. After withstanding this strong sense of oppression, Jiang Changming suddenly jumped a few feet away from him.
'coax--'
The moment Jiang Changming dodged, the figure and the sword hit the ground heavily, hitting the position where Jiang Changming was just now. In an instant, dust was flying and fallen leaves were flying everywhere, just like a huge stone entering the water, causing thousands of waves. At this moment, the earth seemed to be shaking again, and even the towering tree was shaking!
Jiang Changming was shocked by the aftermath and was thrown heavily to the ground. He used his strength to release his strength and rolled, finally settling firmly on the ground. At this time, he knelt on one knee and supported the ground with one hand. His handsome face was covered with dust, and his black hair was covered with leaves. However, he couldn't care about it, and his eyes were fixed on the center of the dusty sky—— He has never been in such a mess since he was born, and he has never faced such a vast sword intent since he started practicing. Who is it! ? With such powerful swordsmanship, he just wanted to see his true appearance at this moment!
The floating leaves in the air slowly fell, the flying dust gradually dispersed, and the surroundings were in chaos. Those small trees had been damaged to the point of being staggered, and a huge deep pit was visible on the ground. The roots of the towering tree next to it were actually a little crooked due to the pit.
A figure in green clothes gradually became clearer.
After everything gradually calmed down, the man slowly stood up and used his left hand to pull out the sharp sword that was deeply embedded in the ground. Although the figure in Tsing Yi is not as tall as Jiang Changming, he has a condescending attitude. He slightly raises his head and looks down at Jiang Changming. Then he slowly raises the sword in his hand and points at Jiang Changming again, as if to kill. Like a ruthless ancient god of war!
Jiang Changming also stood up. He looked at this figure carefully, and then he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart - this man was dressed in green and black boots, with a piece of beautiful jade around his waist that attracted attention. Who could he be if he wasn't the boy in green from yesterday? However, yesterday the young man was hunched over, as if he was born unwilling to see others, but now he exudes a scornful attitude towards all living beings. A sense of arrogance is hidden in the edge of the sword, and a sense of domineering is exposed around his body. His temperament is completely different from yesterday. The difference.
"Who are you!" Jiang Changming asked loudly, his eyes fixed on the boy in Tsing Yi.
"Who am I?" The boy suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an evil smile. Then, he said in a high-pitched tone: "I am the person you miss in your heart and think about day and night. Don't you know who I am?"
Jiang Changming felt that this person had a good background yesterday, but the poor place was unpredictable, and it was normal for there to be one or two real people who did not show their faces, so he did not go into it further. Today, I felt the sword's intention and had a rough guess in my mind. However, when I suddenly saw the young man playing with it like this, I felt angry and felt quite humiliated.
Seeing Jiang Changming's brows furrowed and silent, the boy in Tsing Yi teased: "Don't you always want to come to me in a humble family? Now I'm in front of you."
Jiang Changming remained silent.
The boy in Tsing Yi smiled even brighter and said: "I have heard that Mr. Jiang is amazingly talented and has entered Tianji at a young age. I am lucky enough to meet him today. I would like to ask for some advice."
Although Jiang Changming did not respond, it was obvious that the young man's words had affected his state of mind.
After feeling the subtle change in Jiang Changming's mood, the young man in Tsing Yi stopped talking nonsense and said bluntly: "I consider myself to be unmatched in my cultivation. I used to live in the mountains and forests, and I was very lonely. Now that I heard that Mr. Jiang has come for a re-examination, I took the liberty to come here. I just ask Young Master Jiang to give me the sword!"
Facing the boy's provocation, Jiang Changming frowned, but at this moment he still maintained his patience.
Seeing Jiang Changming's reaction, the boy seemed to be more interested, and he said one sentence after another -
"Aren't you curious about who I am? Come on, boldly guess who I am!"
"Haha, you must have guessed who I am, you just don't dare to say it..."
"Hahaha - what's the matter? The dignified eldest son of the Jiang family is so coy? He doesn't even dare to say my name? Then I'll tell you loudly -"
The boy in Tsing Yi changed his previous joke and said proudly with a very disdainful attitude——
"I... am your old enemy, the third senior brother of the Han Clan - Ji! Yang! You!"
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The crowd was sliding in the bottomless pit, and what made them even more desperate was that the pit underneath was as intertwined as tree roots, with bifurcated hole openings from time to time. After a while, everyone scattered in four directions, each one in his own way. Running towards "something", I no longer know where I am.
Han Chunrong struggled to grab the soil in the cave with his hands. His fingers were worn out, and blood and soil covered his entire palm. However, the soil was soft, and no matter how hard he tightened his grip, he could not stop his slide. Suddenly, strong light came towards him, blinding Han Chunrong so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. It was in this moment of trance that Han Chunrong clearly felt that he had stopped and was no longer gliding.
The frightened Han Chunrong's chest heaved violently. He covered his eyes with his arms, and then slowly moved his arms away to accept the strong sunlight bit by bit. But before he could fully open his eyes, suddenly, there was a burst of sound around him. The "clang" sound of the formation sounded like some mechanism had been triggered. Before Han Chunrong could react, a huge wooden cage fell from the sky, scaring him so much that he once again covered his eyes with his hands.
"Clang-"
A huge wooden cage fell right next to Han Chunrong. Han Chunrong opened his eyes in horror, only to see wooden fences all around him. When he looked up, he found that he was trapped in a very strange-shaped wooden cage.
Han Chunrong quickly got up and tried to move the wooden cage, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it a little bit. In desperation, Han Chunrong gathered the breath of heaven and earth from the internal organs in his body into the palm of his hand, then roared and hit the wooden railing with his palm, but the wooden railing was made of unknown wood and was actually stronger than Han Liangtie. This Not only did Han Chunrong's palm fail to break the wooden fence, but he himself was seriously injured!
"ah--"
Han Chunrong yelled in pain, then covered his palms and curled up on the ground.
"...Shun Fa was raised in the garden, Fu Shuao was raised in the building, Jiao Ge was raised in the fish and salt, Guan Yiwu was raised in the army, Sun Shu'ao was raised in the sea, Baili Xi was raised in the city... .”
Suddenly, the voice of a scholar came to Han Chunrong's ears, from far to near. Han Chunrong looked around and did not find this person, but the sound of reading could be heard. It seemed to have a familiar feeling, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but how could Han Chunrong care so much at this time? He hurriedly shouted outside the wooden cage, trying to attract the man's attention——
"Help! Master, help me——!"
“…Therefore, when Heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to a man, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions. Therefore, tempting his heart and forbearance will benefit him beyond what he can do.” ....”
The man didn't seem to hear Han Chunrong's cry for help, and was still reciting this paragraph "Born in sorrow, died in happiness" selflessly.
Han Chunrong was about to cry at this time. Normally, he must have understood this scholar very well, because when he was studying, he was exactly like this person. No matter how much lightning and thunder outside, it was still auspiciousness falling from the sky, he would only read the books of sages. If not In this way, how can we have today's knowledge? But now he was trapped here, and he just wanted to escape from the bondage as soon as possible.
"...People always make mistakes, and then they can change; trapped in the heart, weighed by worries, and then act; marked by color, produced by sound, and then metaphor..."
The sound of reading was getting louder and closer, and seemed to be slowly walking towards Han Chunrong. This made Han Chunrong, who was already desperate, seem to have grasped a life-saving straw, and he shouted at the top of his lungs——
"This way—! This way—!"
Finally, under Han Chunrong's constant calls for help, a man walked towards him step by step from the forest path with unhurried steps. This man has a simple and honest appearance, and is dressed very strangely. He is dressed like a scholar, but wears a pair of worn-out straw sandals on his feet, and a tall hat on his head. He is holding a copy of "Mencius" in his left hand and is reading it while shaking his head. holding some carpenter's tools and a white towel draped over his shoulders. The sun had just risen at this moment, and the temperature in the mountains and forests had not yet risen, but he felt very hot and unbearable, and he wiped the sweat on his forehead from time to time. What made Han Chunrong feel a little angry was that even though the man heard Han Chunrong's shout, he still did not rush over immediately. Instead, he forgot everything and continued reading until he finished reading the last sentence——
"When you enter, you will be helpless and help your soldiers. When you leave, you will be invincible against foreign patients, and the country will be permanently destroyed. Then you will know that you are born in sorrow and die in peace and happiness."
Han Chunrong finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to scold the man, but when he saw the man's appearance clearly, his eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he saw before him - everything beautiful, painful, proud,... Memories of shame suddenly emerged, and Han Chunrong finally understood why the sound of reading sounded so familiar. It turned out... it was him!
The man slowly folded the scroll in his hand, and then Han Chunrong looked shocked and said with a smile——
"Brother Han, long time no see!"
