When it comes to the words Xiao Hezheng, few people may know it, but once the words "Northern General" are mentioned, even the most indifferent monks will probably have heard of them. After all, this is the top three warriors in the Daliang Dynasty. One of them is also an extremely powerful warrior with a great reputation.
The Shoushan disciples seemed to feel the weight of these three words. After a moment of silence, one of them cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, wait a moment."
Chen Chao nodded with a calm expression.
While Chen Chao was waiting in front of the mountain gate, Lin Xian had already arrived in front of the mountain gate. The panting young swordsman put a hand on Chen Chao's shoulder, "You... this guy... really deserves this..."
Lin Xian, who had not finished his sentence, stood up straight. His blue and white robe was already full of gaps. You can imagine what he encountered when he went up the mountain.
However, when he soon discovered that Chen Chao was standing in front of the mountain gate and could not walk in, he gloated: "Look, I told you earlier that even if you arrive in front of the mountain gate, you may not be able to get in!"
Chen Chao was too lazy to pay attention to him. He just glanced at him and said with a smile, "Remember to change your clothes."
Lin Xian stood upright and snorted coldly, but then announced his home to the disciple guarding the mountain, "Lin Xian of Yuding Mountain, come to ask for a sword."
Of course, I didn’t forget to hand over the greeting card.
The disciple guarding the mountain had obviously received the news a long time ago, so after nodding, someone walked out and led this young swordsman who had already been well-known outside Fang to the mountain. That is to say, Chen Chao had not paid much attention to Fang these days. Otherwise, he would definitely know that this person is on the Hidden Dragon List.
But being on the list is being on the list, and the opponent is naturally behind him.
Lin Xian followed the disciples on the mountain into the mountain gate, but soon turned to look at Chen Chao and said with a smile: "Wait for me to go in and ask for a favor for you. Maybe I will let you in."
Chen Chao did not want to talk to this person.
But soon, on the other side of the mountain gate, the disciples guarding the mountain were suddenly startled, because a figure had appeared not far from the mountain gate, "I have seen the mountain master!"
Lin Xian, who had not gone far, turned around and saw Mrs. Yang, the owner of Jianqi Mountain who usually did not show off easily to others, appearing at the mountain gate. It seemed that she had come specially to see Chen Chao. Lin Xian shook his head. Head, keep telling myself, this is not true, this is not true!
On the other side of the mountain gate, the disciples guarding the mountain had retreated. The gray-haired Mrs. Yang looked at the young martial artist. After a moment of pause, she said with emotion: "Brother Xiao and I haven't seen each other for many years. I always felt that I was not in a hurry before. I just knew that one day there would definitely be someone." We had the opportunity to drink together, but we didn't realize that now we are separated forever."
When Mrs. Yang was looking at Chen Chao, Chen Chao was also looking at the owner of Jianqi Mountain, who had a strange name, but looked no different from an ordinary old man. When Mrs. Yang spoke, Chen Chao said softly: "The general has returned home with great honor, and his life's wish has been fulfilled."
Mrs. Yang smiled and said calmly: "He has such a temper that he wants nothing else in his life. His last wish is just to die in his hometown and let the fallen leaves return to the tree."
Chen Chao didn't say much, just handed over the letter in his hand.
After Mrs. Yang received it, she did not open it, but just put it in her arms and said, "I already know your purpose, but do you know what trouble there is?"
Chen Chao nodded. As a martial artist and a military attaché of the Liang Dynasty, not having to fly a sword would be troublesome at every turn. It was unusual for Jianqi Mountain.
"Let's go up the mountain first."
Although Mrs. Yang also knew that the matter was difficult, she did not intend to shut Chen Chao out. Not to mention what the dead would say about him if this was reported, it was impossible to do this just based on his relationship with Xiao Hezheng. Chen Chao quietly followed behind, always keeping one step away.
"You just went up the mountain and provoked the guys on the mountain. What do you think? You went out to do errands and asked for help. Why do you have such a temper?"
While following Mrs. Yang up the mountain, Mrs. Yang spoke calmly, with no emotion in her voice, as if she was just asking casually.
Chen Chao said softly: "I originally wanted to have a nice talk, but the senior was a bit aggressive and the junior couldn't suppress his temper for a while. It was really inappropriate and caused trouble to the mountain master."
Facing the unknown swordsmith in the mountain, Chen Chao could not care, but facing the master of the Sword Qi Mountain, he had to show his proper attitude.
"It doesn't have to be like this. What kind of temper is Xiao Hezheng's? The fact that he likes him and is willing to lower his head and write a letter to me is enough to explain a lot of things. Most of you warriors have the same temper. You are unwilling to bow your head. ????????As the old guy said, people live with one breath. When the breath is gone, there is no difference between living and dead. I used to sneer at it. Now that I am old, I have been thinking about this sentence. I just thought it was interesting. The old guy has been standing all his life, straightening his back. It seems easy, but in fact it is quite difficult."
Mrs. Yang didn't know if it was because of the death of her old friend that she recalled many past events and became extremely emotional, "That year when I first met him, this guy laughed at me for only forging swords for the world's sword cultivators. What about those sword cultivators who got swords?" How many times have you been to the north to see it? It's better to forge a few swords. After all, they can cut off the heads of a few demon clans. I refuted him. The killing power of the swordsman is unparalleled in the world, and the most romantic one. Besides, the Jianqi Mountain Generation where I live When it comes to forging swords, what kind of swords can be forged? What do you think this old guy said?"
Chen Chao smiled and asked, "What did the general say?"
Mrs. Yang said with a cold face: "He said I told you nonsense."
Chen Chao suppressed his smile, but he didn't know that the general was so... passionate when he was young.
Mrs. Yang asked: "You think so too?"
Chen Chao didn't speak. It was difficult to answer this question.
Fortunately, Mrs. Yang didn't hesitate. She just waved her hand and said, "I won't make it difficult for you, a junior."
The two of them had been climbing up the mountain road. There were deep bamboo forests on both sides, but they were different from other green bamboos in the world. These green bamboos were more upright, and the bamboo joints were very far apart. Chen Chao looked at these green bamboos, a little curious. He I also vaguely guessed that these green bamboos were specially used by Feijian. In short, everything in Jianqi Mountain was probably inseparable from Feijian.
Mrs. Yang seemed to see what Chen Chao was thinking, and said: "These green bamboos are used to make scabbards. They will not burn when exposed to fire, are difficult to damage swords, and can also warm flying swords. However, the casting process is too complicated. Many swordsmen You even beg for this scabbard, why do you think people in the world are like this?"
Chen Chao said nothing.
Mrs. Yang said calmly: "You pick a green bamboo."
Chen Chao hesitated for a moment and said with a wry smile: "This junior is just a martial artist and knows nothing about flying swords. I'm afraid I can't choose well."
Mrs. Yang just said: "I'm waiting for you at the pavilion in front. Once you've picked it out, cut it down." Then Mrs. Yang climbed up the ladder and walked towards the pavilion on the mountainside. Chen Chao stood there and remained silent for a moment before speaking. Bite the bullet, he walked into the bamboo sea and looked at the green bamboos carefully. Before going to Jianqi Mountain, Chen Chao actually checked some information about Jianqi Mountain and knew a lot, but there was no mention of this green bamboo in the classics. Now Mrs. Yang asked Chen Chao to choose the green bamboo, and she naturally had some considerations in mind. However, it would make Chen Chao miserable to let a martial artist like Chen Chao carefully consider the selection, and not just choose with ordinary eyes. He, who only knew a few trivial things about Jian, could only look at each other in silence when facing these green bamboos.
He stretched out his hand and knocked on a green bamboo beside him. Chen Chao suddenly noticed a sound coming from inside the bamboo, like the sound of running water.
Chen Chao raised his eyebrows and changed to another tree. The sound was a little different. This time it was like the sound of a piano, but it was extremely ethereal. He changed several green bamboos in a row and found that the sound after tapping each green bamboo was different. Some were like the sound of war drums, vast and distant, some were like the chirping of cicadas, which made people know that early summer was coming, and some were like the chirping of insects on a summer night. , which instantly brought Chen Chao back to those days on the banks of the Wei River.
Each green bamboo is like a different person, with different personalities, and the bamboos are also different, each with its own merits.
Chen Chao was intoxicated with these sounds for a while. Unknowingly, he had walked dozens of feet and heard countless sounds. Finally, he stood in front of a medium-sized green bamboo. Chen Chao knocked lightly, but this time There was no sound, just an ordinary muffled sound, like an ordinary piece of bluestone, extremely hard.
Chen Chao looked at the green bamboo carefully and found that there was nothing special about it. He still didn't know whether to choose a green bamboo with the most special sound or a green bamboo that was extraordinary at first sight.
However, Chen Chao did not hesitate too much and finally drew his knife decisively and chopped off the green bamboo.
After the green bamboo fell, Chen Chaocai suddenly discovered that the green bamboo weighed more than a thousand pounds. Chen Chao carried it on his shoulders and then came to the pavilion over there.
Mrs. Yang just glanced at Chen Chao and asked a question, "Why did you choose it?"
Chen Chao thought for a while and replied bluntly: "Each green bamboo has a different sound. I don't know how to choose, but this one has no sound and is very hard."
Mrs. Yang seemed a little surprised by Chen Chao's simplicity, and then smiled and said: "Did you know that this green bamboo is used to make a scabbard, not to mention warming the flying sword? It won't take long for the flying sword's spiritual energy to dissipate. This green bamboo It's like a big bag that tightly wraps up the flying sword, making it breathless. Do you think a scabbard like this is a good scabbard?"
Chen Chao smiled bitterly and said: "This junior really knows nothing."
"When those unskilled swordsmiths cast the scabbard, they only think about how to keep the sword energy in the scabbard, but a truly good scabbard should be able to hide the sword energy, but it cannot hide all the sword energy. The sword intention and the sword master themselves are constantly circulating, and warming the flying sword can get twice the result with half the effort. That's all, these are just useless things about making swords, and I guess you are not too interested."
Mrs. Yang sighed.
Chen Chao said with a smile: "What the seniors said is actually the principle of life. Only when you can bend and stretch can you achieve the right path."
Mrs. Yang nodded, this was also a consideration.
Chen Chao said softly: "We still failed to live up to the mountain master's hard work."
Mrs. Yang shook her head.
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There is another chapter in the evening, after twelve o'clock
