After Chen Chao met Gao Xuan, he returned to the Great Wall in the north first.
When entering the city, Chen Chao stood in front of the extremely tall city wall. He raised his head and took a look, feeling the talismans and other mysterious auras stacked on top for countless generations. In fact, he felt a little heavy.
As a warrior who has forgotten his worries, he dare not say that he can conquer the city alone. In fact, this is the reason why the Great Wall of the North has been able to stand here for more than two hundred years.
"What, you look scared?"
A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and a tall warrior appeared beside Chen Chao. It was none other than Chen Chao's previous boss and now the Northern General, Ning Ping.
Chen Chao tilted his head and glanced at Ning Ping beside him. He hadn't seen him for a long time. This former garrison envoy of Daliang now had gray hair on his temples.
This was one of the top three warriors of the previous generation. Among the three, General Xiao Hezheng was the eldest, Emperor Liang Chen Che was in the middle, and Ning Ping was actually the youngest.
It's just that I was young back then, but I'm no longer young now.
Time is like a knife, it treats everyone like this, and I never think of showing mercy to anyone.
However, judging from Ning Ping's age, the premature graying of his hair is due to being in the north for too long and the burden here is too heavy, which makes this warrior worry all day and night.
Chen Chao joked: "It's time for you to brew some wolfberry to replenish your health."
"Who drinks that stuff?"
Ning Ping slapped Chen Chao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "That guy Song Lian may need this, and you may also need it, but for this... officer, it is not necessary."
Chen Chao nodded and said clearly: "Yes, sir, in this situation, I am afraid that wolfberry is not enough. I should get two of the most authentic old mountain ginseng from Liaodong. I understand, and I will start to do this when I regain my consciousness." I will send it to you as soon as possible when the time comes."
Ning Ping laughed and scolded: "You brat."
One of the two people said that he was a senior official, and the other said that he was a subordinate official. In fact, they both knew it tacitly.
After that, Ning Ping led Chen Chao into the city from the city gate. The old and new guards, now the second best warriors in the world, slowly moved forward. At first, Chen Chao deliberately slowed down to let Ning Ping in front of him walk in front, but After the latter noticed it, he quickly slowed down and let the young warrior beside him walk side by side with him.
At this moment, there is actually no need to talk about qualifications or lack of qualifications. After all, the two of them can already work side by side in all aspects.
Chen Chao rubbed his cheeks, and Ning Ping took the initiative to smile and said, "Aren't you guys always so crazy in the eyes of other monks and demon clans? How come you act like this when you are in front of me? Are you humble?"
Chen Chao chuckled, "It's okay to just show off outside, but in front of you, don't talk about me. Even if that bullshit demon emperor comes, don't I still have to be polite to you?"
Ning Ping clicked his tongue and said, "Are you here to slap me in the face?"
What bullshit demon emperor, listen, is this what a human being should say?
Chen Chao smiled and said: "The three warriors of this dynasty and the general have been kind to me, not to mention your Majesty. I don't know how much you have worried about me along the way. As for you, old man, it is even less important." You have to say more, of course I have to be humble in front of you, the old man."
That's what he said, but an old man's words would make Ning Ping's head grow bigger.
He stared at Chen Chao in front of him with some dissatisfaction, "I heard that your boy is in Shendu and has charmed countless girls."
"What?"
Chen Chao looked at Ning Ping with some confusion and asked curiously: "Sir, does this violate Daliang law?"
The look in his eyes was full of provocation, as if he could just tell me, sir, don't be jealous. Being jealous is useless.
Ning Ping sneered: "When I was young, who didn't know that I was a handsome man from Shendu? Once I walked through the streets of Shendu, I would receive hundreds of love letters. Do I need to be jealous of you? This kind of thing, you kid You will never be able to catch up with me in your lifetime.”
After hearing this, Chen Chao carefully looked at Ning Ping in front of him. After looking at him for a while, he said solemnly, "Sir, when you were young, you might have been quite charming."
In fact, Ning Ping's words are really not bragging. This guardian envoy became famous at a young age. When he was transferred to Shendu as the deputy commander of the left guard in the early years, he was actually very high-spirited and handled the case vigorously and resolutely. In addition, He has a really handsome face, and he is indeed very popular with those girls in the city of gods. However, the general was obsessed with martial arts at that time, and had no interest in the love of these children, otherwise he would not be at this moment. , still alone.
Hearing that the brat like Chen Chao recognized his appearance, Ning Ping was somewhat satisfied. However, before he could speak, he heard the young martial artist over there sighing: "I don't know what you've been through these years." What."
These words were like the sharpest flying sword in the world, piercing the heart of Ning Ping in front of him simply and directly.
The senior, who was angry but not too old, wanted to slap the young junior on the head, but his raised hand hung in the air and did not fall down in the end.
Ning Ping took back his hand, sighed, and muttered a few words silently. Although this brat didn't deserve a beating, he was now the head of the Liang Dynasty's military attachés. It wouldn't look good to do so.
This is the difference between teenagers and middle-aged people. Young people can have no scruples, but when middle-aged people reach this point, their thoughts are actually not that little.
Chen Chao smiled and said, "If you have so many worries, you will always suffer the consequences."
Ning Ping smiled calmly, "You think you young people just don't care? I walk on thin ice every day with fear. I can't sleep well at night. I'm afraid that when I open my eyes, the sound of fighting will be loud outside. This solid fortress The city that had not been occupied by monsters for more than two hundred years was finally filled with monsters in my hands."
This was said indifferently, but the bitter taste in it was probably only known by the successive generals. Everyone in the Liang Dynasty knew that the position of general was the pinnacle of military attaches in the Liang Dynasty, but there were certainly not many people who knew it. After sitting in this position , these generals can never have a good night's sleep any day.
Because there are too many things on the shoulders, it is a bit overwhelming.
"Before, I didn't really understand why General Xiao had to return to his hometown. But later, I was asked to figure out something. After working here all my life, I didn't want to live a peaceful life in my hometown for a few days. As for being buried in the It’s even better over there in my hometown, where I can have a solid sleep and have a good night’s sleep.”
Ning Ping sighed. Others could see his glory, but how many people could see his helplessness.
Chen Chao said: "Later I sent someone to take a look. The general was buried in his own courtyard. There was no monument. There was a small dirt bag in the courtyard. It was said that the general did not want to make it too scary. So in the future, if a little kid’s paper kite falls into the yard, he won’t dare to come in and pick it up.”
Ning Ping said nothing.
Chen Chao smiled and said: "I heard that no one knew that the last general was called Xiao Hezheng."
Ning Ping said: "It's enough to be prestigious in the north. When I go back to my hometown, I won't be what I was when I was young. Why do I have to make it known to everyone? Then when I die, there will be people in front of this grave every day. Not pure."
"You deserve it, but if you don't like it, then throw it away."
Chen Chao rubbed his head and finally asked a question that he was very interested in, "After this battle, what position will she have in the North?"
Ning Ping narrowed his eyes and glanced at Chen Chao, but was not in a hurry to speak. His eyes clearly said, "You kid, you've been holding it in for so long, but you can't hold it in anymore, right?"
Chen Chao had a look of helplessness on his face, thinking to himself, I have already deliberately talked so much nonsense, why is your attention still here?
"Everyone saw how she won that battle. She is not blind. If she really wants to erase her achievements, don't worry, I will be the first one not to agree. With that big victory, it will be easy for me to do so in the future. Quite a lot, many things can be left to her naturally. You guys have to know, after this war started, how much pressure did I put on her to let her be the commander? You know, what if something goes wrong? , I feel like I’m sitting on pins and needles right now, like thorns on my back.”
"But don't expect that after this battle, she will be in a high position. That is impossible. Some things cannot be rushed, and there is no point in rushing."
Chen Chao nodded. Regarding what Ning Ping said, he naturally understood that these things must be done slowly, right? No one can get to the highest position overnight, everything needs to be accumulated.
"Anyway, my lord, please take care of me. I will leave her affairs in the north to my lord."
Chen Chao smiled and finally settled the matter here.
Ning Ping had a cold face, but did not agree or refuse.
After that, Ning Ping said calmly: "The northern border army's pest control these days has been quite smooth. Although it is not completely new now, it is much better than before."
Chen Chao said solemnly: "This matter needs to continue to be done without any slack. After all, His Majesty's vision is here, and if you want to maintain the combat effectiveness of the border army, this matter must be done."
Ning Ping nodded, knowing the stakes involved. After thinking about it, he asked: "Besides the new weapons, what else have you done these days, right?"
Chen Chao chuckled and said calmly: "In about a month or two, monks will come to the north one after another to listen to you, the general."
Ning Ping asked curiously: "What, your boy went to buy someone?"
Chen Chao ignored him and just said to himself: "It's possible that there are casual cultivators in the north, sword cultivators from the Sword Sect, and even some Qi practitioners. I've been causing trouble everywhere this year. If I don't do any good, what do you think?" Why am I willing to run around like this?"
Ning Ping laughed loudly. Although he had never returned to Daliang since he came to the northern border, he had heard about every one of those things without missing a word.
When this kid was wandering around, the guys outside were so frightened that they all prayed to the young guard that he would be fine wherever he went, just not to come to his own mountain gate.
Let alone asking for a bowl of water or simply passing by, don't ask for it.
In the early years, it was rumored that this young warrior was a very vicious person. At that time, everyone did not take such a young man seriously, but now when they take the other party seriously, the other party does not take them seriously. Take it seriously.
Also, depending on the opponent's current fighting strength, an ordinary person can be killed at will.
People also wonder why there are so few people in the world who are obsessed with worry, so why is it that one of them is none other than the young martial artist in front of them.
God is blind.
Ning Ping thought for a while and said: "You have done a lot of things in other places before. Although you were also doing it for Daliang, you did not do it in the north after all. So when they mentioned you, they actually didn't have any feelings at all, but here we are. After today, when they mention you again, they will only have the last comparison object left."
Chen Chao was stunned. He naturally knew who the so-called other comparison object was.
"Your boy's prestige has suddenly risen, which actually makes me a little envious."
Ning Ping rubbed his head, as if he was really unwilling.
Chen Chao asked suspiciously: "Sir, why are you talking about these things?"
Ning Ping smiled slightly, looked at Chen Chao, and then pointed in the distance. There is only the last street left to walk from the General's Mansion.
Just around the corner.
Chen Chao stopped here, not daring to go any further.
There must be no big demons waiting to surround and kill him, but for some reason, Chen Chao just doesn't dare to take that step forward.
It's a bit like a son-in-law visiting the other party's parents for the first time, so in addition to being cautious, there is also a lot of anxiety.
Ning Ping looked at this scene and laughed and cursed: "Damn it, when facing the Demon Emperor, you dared to raise your middle finger to provoke him, why don't you dare to move forward now?"
Chen Chao took a deep breath and cursed in a low voice that no one heard. Then he took a deep breath and finally took a step forward.
Go around the corner.
There were people standing on both sides of the long street ahead.
They are densely packed, all wearing armor and hanging swords.
Judging from the armor on their bodies, it is obvious that these people have high official positions in the army.
At this moment, they are all gathered here, waiting for Chen Chao.
The leader, a majestic general, looked at Chen Chao with admiration in his eyes.
Most of the others had the same emotions, and a few had complicated expressions in their eyes, making it difficult to tell what they were.
Chen Chao stood there, silent.
The armored generals looked at each other and clasped their fists.
The movements are uniform.
"Your Majesty, the Guardian, has the same blood as His Majesty. We admire you for serving the country and the people. We are lucky to be able to fight side by side with the Guardian!"
"I hope that the future of your martial arts will flow like a long river, endlessly. I hope that your Majesty the Guardian will rule Daliang forever and prevent the people of Daliang from suffering any disaster!"
The sound shook the long street.
Chen Chao stood there, listening to these words, unable to say a word. He just kept silent for a long time, also clasped his fists, and then bowed deeply.
I respect these brave warriors who, for the sake of the people of Daliang, never returned home and threw their lives on this battlefield.
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Huanglong Prefecture has always been considered to be the place where sword energy flourishes most in the world.
The best place for making swords, Jianqi Mountain, is in Huanglong Prefecture.
The only kendo sect in the world, the Sword Sect, is also here.
With the pinnacle of this flying sword, where the sword cultivators are strongest, it will naturally attract sword cultivators and swordsmiths from other places to settle here in the long time to come.
Even if there were only a few at the beginning, as time went by, day after day, year after year, more and more flying swords and sword practitioners accumulated here. The more so, the sword energy of Huanglongzhou It will naturally become more and more prosperous, with no end in sight.
After the founding of the Liang Dynasty, the number of idle sword cultivators and swordsmiths in Huanglong Prefecture reached an innumerable level, and Huanglong Prefecture was naturally regarded as the place where swordsmanship was located.
In the past, there were swordsmen who were born in the mountains and wild places, and they made bold statements. How could they become the world's most powerful figure in swordsmanship? It was very simple. That was to first go to Jianqi Mountain and take away a century-old sword, and then use the sword to defeat the sword sect. The sect leader's hair crown, that's it.
But after so many years since the words were spoken, and even hundreds of years have passed, no one has been able to accomplish such a feat. The Hundred-Year Sword, the Sword Qi Mountain, did produce another one, named Weeda, but where did the person take the sword and leave? What kind of ordinary sword cultivator is he? He is also a sword cultivator from the Sword Sect.
Not to mention whether his status would knock off the head of the Sword Sect. In the past few years since he took the sword, although he is said to have become a swordsman, he is only one step away from the leader of the Sword Sect who is the first person to use a sword in the world. I'm afraid it's still a thousand miles away.
The master of the Sword Sect, who wanted nothing more than to realize the perfect sword in this life, had not appeared in the world for who knows how many years. He had shot twice before, attacking the two emperors with his sword. Although he didn't seem to win, both of them were defeated. Not dead, although this record may seem disgraceful, but what is the difference in reality?
How many people in this world can escape unscathed from the hands of two emperors?
I'm afraid not.
Therefore, even if he loses two games, the sword cultivator in the world is still willing to regard the master of the sword sect as the strongest swordsman in the world. He still admires him very much and wonders when the master of the sword sect will come out of seclusion again.
I thought this was the case, but since the beginning of the month, those sword cultivators who braved the wind and snow to come to a small town called Sanchi were not waiting for the master of the Sword Sect to finish his retreat.
But earlier, a news began to spread in Huanglong Prefecture, saying that there was a dying Great Sword Immortal in the Sword Sect who felt that his time was short, and he wanted to select a successor in this three-foot town in these days. , as his own swordsman successor.
And there are almost no requirements. It doesn't matter whether they have practiced swords before or whether they have learned from a master.
When the sword cultivators first heard the news, they didn't take it seriously. After all, a great swordsman who has reached the end of Wangyou's cultivation, even if he is about to die, he will probably leave his lifelong swordsmanship behind. How could it be spread to the outside world by the sword cultivators in the Sword Sect?
But later, as the news spread longer and longer, more and more inside stories came out, saying that the Great Sword Immortal was no one else, but the Green Pavilion Sword Immortal who had gained great fame in the world in the early years.
Luting Sword Immortal Yang Luting was already a world-famous Great Sword Immortal six years ago. Although this Great Sword Immortal was not the most remarkable being among the sword cultivators of that generation, his reputation must have been the best. , when this Great Sword Immortal was walking in the world, he often used his sword to kill injustices, and he made many enemies because of countless monks, but in fact, almost none of those enemies were his own.
Later, the Great Sword Immortal was besieged by the then Master of Chixin Guan and several sect leaders. The two sides fought fiercely for several days. The Great Sword Immortal was covered with bruises and was almost on the verge of death when the Sword Sect Master appeared. , because he cherished his talent, he did not hesitate to take out several valuable treasures to save Yang Luting, but made a request, that is, Yang Luting would join the Sword Sect from now on and become the sword companion of the Sword Sect leader.
The so-called accompanying swordsmanship is actually a competition between two people, asking each other about swordsmanship, and each gaining benefits. However, the master of the Sword Sect at that time was arrogant and did not think about getting any bit of each other's swordsmanship from Yang Luting. He just wanted to Try the sword with a great swordsman.
They are both the masters of swordsmanship in the world. Yang Luting only asked me how to get down the mountain.
The answer from the leader of the Sword Sect was also simple and direct. Either the sword is better than him, or it is when his life span is about to expire.
At that time, Yang Luting only said that after the injury was healed, within ten years at most, he would be able to defeat the master of the Sword Sect and be free to go down the mountain and leave the Sword Sect.
But what's the final result? Outsiders didn't know it, but there were some swordsmen with sufficient qualifications within the Sword Sect who knew that in the following years, he and the master of the Sword Sect would have a sword duel almost every five years. At first, there was not much difference between the two, but then As time went by, the last time the two swords competed, the master of the Sword Sect had already defeated Yang Luting with only half a sword.
Isn’t Yang Luting strong?
On the contrary, Yang Luting was actually proficient in swordsmanship and ranked among the top three within the Sword Sect.
This is what makes the Sword Sect leader even more terrifying.
There may always be a gap between him and other great swordsmen in the world.
There is a difference between the Great Sword Immortal and the Great Sword Immortal.
Now that it is said that the old swordsman who wants to preach is Yang Luting, everyone actually thinks this matter is reasonable. Firstly, this Luting swordsman has always been a kind of chivalrous and good-hearted person. Secondly, he is not a swordsman. The sword cultivator of the Sword Sect was just forced to stay in the Sword Sect for a period of a year. Can he really say that he has feelings for the Sword Sect? I'm afraid I can't say it, but it's quite rare to not be resentful.
So after learning the news, the sword cultivators rushed to Sanchi Town, a remote town located in the northern part of Huanglong Prefecture. From this moment on, legends continued.
Some people say that this is the birthplace of the Sword Immortal Luting. Now that the old Sword Immortal is returning to his roots, it is reasonable to choose this place. Others say that this place is not actually the hometown of the Sword Immortal Luting, but the place where the beloved woman of the Sword Immortal died. The Green Pavilion Sword Immortal traveled around the world, stood up for many people, and finally dragged his wife down. During a siege, his wife died here.
Some people say that if it weren't for the death of Luting Sword Immortal's wife here, which broke the heart of Luting Sword Immortal, then when he faced the master of the Sword Sect, he would definitely not be defeated by him.
Anyway, there were different opinions and people came.
Some people don't seek to obtain the swordsmanship inheritance of the Green Pavilion Sword Immortal, but just want to meet the Green Pavilion Sword Immortal. Such legendary figures may not be that important to the entire world, but to the sword For cultivating one lineage, this is not the case.
This is a legend in kendo.
It is great luck to meet someone once. If you are lucky enough to be given a few words of advice by the other party, it is the luckiest among lucks.
You must know that such a person's casual remarks may be something that others will not be able to obtain elsewhere in their lifetime. This kind of thing has happened before. There once was a great swordsman who casually gave guidance to a junior swordsman, and then that He eventually became a swordsman, and at that time, the incident even became a legend.
The small town of Sanchi is full of sword energy.
After sunset, night falls. Although the town is already overcrowded, there are still people rushing here.
A couple of sword cultivators. The man and the woman were carrying their swords. When they walked into the town, they still held the hand of the woman beside them. The woman looked around, which was a habit she had developed over the years, while the man He was looking straight ahead, and actually didn't seem to care that much about the surrounding situation.
After entering the town, the woman couldn't help but remind her husband a few words, asking him to talk as little as possible and fight with others as little as possible. Even if he suffered some grievances, don't care too much, but it's okay not to say it. , the man frowned a little, saying that it didn't matter if he was wronged, but if she was wronged, he would definitely draw his sword.
The woman helplessly twisted her husband's arm, "That's it, if there is a swordsman standing across from you then, what does it matter if you draw your sword or not?"
Just as the man was about to speak, the woman stared at him and said, "You are only one step away from the Sword Immortal now. If something happens at this juncture, will you really feel no regrets?"
The man was silent for a moment and said with a smile, "I don't regret it."
The woman lamented that her husband had always been like this and could not be persuaded no matter how hard he tried. In fact, she had no other choice. She could only hope that nothing would happen to her this time.
In fact, if it weren't for the inheritance of swordsmanship from Luting Sword Immortal, she wouldn't have dragged her husband here. Both of them were casual practitioners, so practicing would have been a lot more difficult. Now her husband is only the last step away from Wangyou. , although according to my husband, this last step only needs to be practiced for a few years, and maybe it can be achieved. But she still doesn't really believe it. She wants to try her luck here. If she gets the inheritance of the Green Pavilion Sword Immortal, that's a sure thing.
He was born as a casual cultivator and became a swordsman. This kind of thing doesn't happen often.
And once it is completed, you can even start a sect and pass on the Taoism. It is considered that your trip to this world has not been in vain.
Therefore, the woman wanted to do this very much.
Seeing that his wife was already a little angry, the man held the woman's hand harder, and then said in a softer tone, "Try your best, try your best."
It's okay if you don't say this, but when you mention this woman, she becomes a little angry. You can try your best. Isn't that treating me like a three-year-old child?
The man had no choice but to sigh and said: "As a sword cultivator, I have a sword in my hand, so I should express my feelings directly. If this doesn't work, then that doesn't work either, and I'm still practicing a shitty sword."
Seeing that his wife was about to refute, the man quickly gave someone an example, "Isn't that what the guardian envoy is like? Look at what state people are in now?"
The woman sneered and said: "Xu Bai, what do you think you can compare with him?"
As soon as he said this, the man named Xu Bai was immediately discouraged. He opened his mouth without refuting. Indeed, no matter whether it was background talent or anything else, he could not compare to Chen Chao.
But having already talked about the Chen Dynasty, Xu Bai still said with some emotion: "I really don't know when I can see this Lord Guardian again, and then I can have a good drink."
When it came to drinking, the look in the woman's eyes softened a little. She said softly: "I will make some food for you to go with the wine then. I hope the guardian envoy will not dislike it."
In the eyes of outsiders, the woman would definitely not be a very good woman, but for Xu Bai, she was the best woman in the world, bar none.
Xu Bai held the woman's hand and said softly: "If the guard envoy dislikes her, then we won't come to the table to drink together."
The woman didn't speak this time because she found that the man next to her had a very serious expression.
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As the sword cultivator couple walked into the town, another carriage came outside the town. The driver was a sturdy middle-aged man, but judging from his aura, he didn't look like a sword cultivator.
Arriving outside the town, the man drove a little slower.
He turned to look at the other side of the carriage and said softly: "Mom, we're here."
In the carriage, there was an old woman with silver hair lying in the carriage. There was a brazier in front of her. Opposite there was a little girl with pink and jade sculptures holding a small green stick and constantly pulling the charcoal in the brazier.
It's windy and snowy outside, but inside the car, it's as warm as spring.
After hearing the noise coming from outside, the old woman opened her cloudy eyes with difficulty, opened her mouth, and uttered the word "yes".
After hearing the sound, the man nodded with some peace of mind, but at the same time he couldn't help complaining: "Mom, it's so cold here. I told you not to come out. After so many years, what can I do if I see you again? What? They are not young people anymore."
"Shut up!"
The old woman was not very energetic to begin with, but after hearing these words, she got the strength from nowhere and spoke up to scold her son outside the carriage.
"Cough cough cough..."
But as soon as these two words were spoken, the old woman's energy and energy seemed to be lost extremely quickly, and she immediately began to cough, but even the coughing sound actually seemed very weak.
When the little girl saw this scene, she quickly stood up, came to the old woman's side, and patted her back obediently. Then she turned to look outside the carriage and said dissatisfied: "Dad, can't you not make grandma angry?"
The man driving the car was speechless for a while. After a long time, he sighed slightly and said softly: "Mom, it's my son's fault. Don't be angry. You can see me if you want. If you can see me, you will be able to fulfill your wish."
The old woman ignored the man, but stretched out her withered arm, patted the little girl in front of her on the head, and gave an unpleasant smile, "Qing'er, take out the painting and look at it again."
The little girl named Qing'er nodded and obediently took out a scroll from a wooden box in front of the old woman. Then she stood up and carefully unfolded the scroll to reveal the portrait inside.
In the painting, there is a sword fairy in blue shirt holding a sword in one hand, with a handsome appearance and lifelike appearance.
After seeing the portrait, the old woman seemed to have eaten a ginseng that was old enough, and suddenly the last of her energy was lifted up.
The old woman stretched out her hand and gently touched the face of the person in the painting, and for a moment she burst into tears.
"Luting, can we meet again?"
It turns out that the person in the painting is the original Green Pavilion Sword Immortal.
It's just that despite the painting, it's hard for people to be young again.
Today's Luting Sword Immortal is probably not much different from her. They are both gray-haired.
The man outside the carriage sighed as he listened to the commotion in the carriage, but did not speak again. He knew what his mother was thinking, but in fact he really wanted to tell his mother that what happened back then was now that year. It's still the same as it is now, and what you want to see, mother, is actually not the current Green Pavilion Sword Immortal, but the memories from back then.
It's just that the little thought is just a thought in my heart. If we meet again now, I'm afraid that even the little thought from the beginning will be gone.
Isn’t it good to keep beautiful things in your heart?
The man was a little confused.
But he never spoke.
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As this carriage enters the town, it is estimated that no one will come again tonight.
But as they were talking, a young man wandered over to the town. However, this young man did not rush into the town. Instead, he came to sit down in front of a late-night snack stall at the entrance of the town and casually said : "Boss, a bowl of wontons."
This late-night snack stall was not big, with only two or three tables, but this young man chose an occupied one instead of choosing an empty table.
After calling for food, the young man raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him. He was an old man with silver hair and wrinkles on his face. At this moment, the old man was competing with a bowl of wontons full of chili peppers. The young man looked at him and his face was red from the heat, but he Still stubbornly refusing to take a sip of the free tea on the table.
The young man thought it was interesting and reminded him with a smile: "Old sir, at this age, it's hard for you to do anything for yourself. If you can't eat spicy food, just drink water. If you still can't bear it, stop eating. If you order another bowl, don't add any more." Chili’s wontons are it.”
The old man raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the young man opposite, and said with a smile: "If people don't compete, what's the point of living?"
The young man said: "It's okay to eat a bowl of wontons, but it's not good to compete on other things."
The old man put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you tell me what else is there?"
The young man said angrily: "Everything else is simple. You have such a weak bones, and you still run out to eat late-night snacks in this weather. Isn't it a competition? Isn't it a matter of life?"
The old man sneered and said: "Young people are weak, so you think others are the same as you? You must know that people's physiques are different. Even though I am this old, I still don't have wet shoes!"
The young man frowned. When he heard this, he really lost his mind about eating wontons. He suddenly stood up and shouted: "What, old man, are you competing with me? Who can pee farther?"
"I'm not afraid of the boy who has no city, but have you ever thought that if you win, I won't be proud, but if you lose to me, it will be really embarrassing."
The old man narrowed his eyes and seemed to have some different emotions towards the young man in front of him.
The young man was startled, then sat down and said with lingering fear: "What the old man said is worth some money after all."
The old man smiled and said nothing.
After that, the bowl of pitifully small wontons was delivered to the table. The young man didn't dislike it. He picked up one with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew. As a result, his mouth was filled with the smell of meat. The young man spit it on the ground in disgust, and also Without saying anything, he noticed that the old man in front of him pushed the jar of chili peppers in front of him and said with a smile: "Young man, why else do you think I eat so many chili peppers?"
Not many people in Daliang like chili peppers, but there are actually two reasons why they eat them in the first place.
Covers fishy smell, improves flavor and dispels cold.
The young man held down the chili can, shook his head and said, "The meat is not good, so just don't eat it. Why bother to make it difficult for yourself again."
The old man laughed and said, "What about the wonton money? I've already given it to you, but don't you think it's a pity if you don't eat it?"
The young man was silent for a while. He originally wanted to say that it was not much money, but as soon as he thought about this, the old guy opposite would definitely say that he didn't know how to save.
As a result, the young people don't want to talk.
He looked at the chili jar in front of him, lost in thought.
There was a look of satisfaction in the old man's eyes. He looked at the young man and said with a smile: "You have already cultivated to this point. Cherish what should be cherished. Don't do anything you are not sure about. What will happen if you don't weigh it yourself?"
The young man said nothing.
The old man thought to himself and said: "Speaking of competition, I have been competing all my life. What can I do in a lifetime, but I have to compete with that guy. At this moment, I will die soon. Let's think about the past. After a period of sixty years, I really felt that I was at a loss."
The young man looked at the old man in front of him. At this moment, he also confirmed the identity of the other person. He was the famous Green Pavilion Sword Immortal.
As for the young man himself, his reputation is not small. The sword master of a century-old sword is now the young swordsman who is the leader among swordsmen of this generation, Yu Xiyi.
But although both of them were in the Sword Sect, after so many years, Yu Xiyi had never seen the Luting Sword Immortal in front of him, and the Luting Sword Immortal had never seen Yu Xiyi.
The former is most reluctant to recognize people everywhere, while the latter has spent the past sixty years practicing swordsmanship in seclusion and practicing swordsmanship with the master of the Sword Sect.
So there is no intersection.
However, the old man had heard about Yu Xiyi's deeds and knew that this kid had been imprisoned for a long time, but in the end he walked out on his own.
This alone is enough to show that Yu Xiyi is not an ordinary swordsman.
"In terms of competition, you do think more clearly than me. In the past sixty years, I have competed with that guy twelve times. Every time, I thought I would win the next time. But in fact, starting from the first time , I am destined to be farther and farther away from him, but I don’t actually understand this kind of thing until I go down the mountain."
The old man sighed, life can be wasted, but how many sixty years can be wasted?
Yu Xiyi looked at the old man and said curiously: "Now that I have figured it out, I shouldn't have stopped here, right?"
The old man naturally knew what Yu Xiyi was talking about. He shook his head and said, "Who do you think your sect master is? Who does he hold back every time he competes with swords? How many times have I had my acupuncture points destroyed in the past sixty years? At this moment in my body, Do you know how many sword energies he has? Do you think it’s easy for me to survive to this day?”
A great swordsman would be respected and treated politely anywhere, but in the Sword Sect, in the eyes of the master of the Sword Sect, he was actually just a sharpening stone in his swordsmanship.
However, when the old man spoke, there was actually no resentment. Unlike the rumors outside, the master of the Sword Sect never actually stopped him from leaving. He just wanted to stay and try to win over the other party.
But the final result can now be seen at a glance.
Yu Xiyi sighed, feeling a little regretful from the bottom of his heart.
The old man narrowed his eyes, "If I'm not wrong, you are already at the door. Do you want to take a step forward and prepare to use your sect leader as a sword sharpening stone? You are really brave. You have to know the world's swords Xiu, in front of him, if you dare to raise the sword, it will be considered a big deal, but if you draw the sword, you are asking for trouble."
"He has been born for a few years. Give some time, and I have to let him see what it means to be above the Kendo."
Yu Xiyi was disdainful.
The old man said, don't think of it: "It doesn't matter, but don't look like an old man, he will be strong for a lifetime, and he hasn't won once in the end."
Yu Xiyi silent.
The old man thought for a while, and said straightforwardly: "The old man of your kid has heard it, so I don't think your kid coming to the old man is destined to be as good as his husband. Then you come to see the old man, you want to ask him where he is weak. Squad? "
Before Yu Xiyi had time to speak, the old man here said bitterly: "In fact, even if you know the weakness, you are destined not to be his opponent at this moment. A sword slaughtered you, where can you say it? "
What is the temper of the Son of Jianzong? I am afraid that everyone in the world will know that in his eyes, Kendo first, other things can be released backwards.
Yu Xiyi thought about it and said, "A friend wrote a letter to me a few days ago and asked me what the realm is now."
The old man raised his eyebrow: "He wants you to help him do things?"
"He didn't say anything in his letter, and even asked the realm of the realm deliberately without the initiative, but the more he felt, the more I felt that he had very important things to help me."
"That guy himself has forgotten his head. Few people in this world can't kill, but now I still need me to help. I think he may ..."
Yu Xiyi paused and said, "Go to kill the demon emperor."
Listening to this, the old man froze.
No one in this world will not be stunned by listening to this.
Kill the demon emperor.
Yu Xiyi was a little excited, "If he really wants to kill the demon emperor, then this matter must be considered me."
The time practicing swords in this life is not short, and even now it is already a sword fairy. Yu Xiyi has always been not very interested in killing.
He was very interested in killing the demon.
Especially when he knew that he might be able to kill the demon emperor.
The old man sneered: "You can't be crazy, what kind of person is the demon emperor? Even the guy realized the so -called sword, it may not be possible, do you think you can do it?"
At this moment, the old man went to see Yu Xiyi, as if he was watching an idiot.
It is said that teenagers have the spirit of young people, but that is the spirit, the blood, not an idiot, not crazy.
Yu Xiyi raised his eyebrows, "You don't need to control this. Since he has this idea, there must be a chance."
The old man was black, but he couldn't help asking, "Who is your friend?"
Yu Xiyi watched the old man in doubt, thinking that you didn't even know this?
The old man also looked at Yu Xiyi blankly, meaning, should I know?
Big eyes stare at small eyes.
After a while, Yu Xiyi was discouraged and had to say his friend again.
After listening to the old man, he just spit out a few words from his mouth, "It's a lunatic."
Yu Xiyi smiled and didn't care.
It is not accidental that some people can become friends, just like him and Chen Chao.
The old man was silent for a long time and said, "Although the old man doesn't think you will succeed, what do you want the old man to help you?"
Yu Xiyi opened the door to see the mountain road: "I want the Lord to be my grinding sword stone, but I know that the prince will not even go out because of me."
"So ... I think you ask the sword to the master again."
Yu Xiyi looked at the old man in front of him sincerely.
The old man came out of the sword, and the Swordson Sect will respond. He went out of the customs, so he could continue the sword.
But asking a big sword fairy to do such a thing is actually disrespect for such a big sword fairy.
The old man also looked at him very seriously and said, "Do you think ... do the old man lose enough?"
In the past, the elderly had lost to the Son of Jianzong twelve times. Is it more time?
For the first time, Yu Xiyi felt a little embarrassed. He looked at the old man in front of him and didn't know what to say. He also knew that these words should not be said.
The old man stood up and prepared to walk towards the town. He went out twelve times and lost his sword again. He had no idea about the guy's sword.
What's more, the young people in front of this point are all nonsense and what to break the situation to kill the demon emperor. Is the demon emperor so easy to kill?
Not to mention whether you can kill the demon emperor, that is, when you are in the demon domain, you can see the demon emperor.
There are no strong ones, no big demon, no demon king?
What can you do with your two forgetfulness?
The old man shook his head and walked towards the town alone, slowly.
Behind him, Yu Xiyi looked at his back and didn't know what he was thinking. The young sword fairy, silently didn't speak.
I don't know how long, the old man's back gradually disappeared into his sight. Yu Xiyi walked out of the supper stall, and then came to the heavy snow, and soon turned his head.
He stood in the heavy snow and looked at the town in front of him.
Three feet.
He sighed and was ready to think about other ways.
But before turning around, in the snowy night, there was a young man who came out and came to him.
Feeling his frustration, the young man in the black shirt patted his shoulder and joked: "It's slower than me, it's not a big deal, don't be so sad."
Originally, it was just a random comfort. After all, the young sword fairy in front of him was not so careless.
As a result, Yu Xiyi turned his head and looked at the young people with a serious black shirt and said, "You can rest assured, I must break the situation during this day, I want to do that big thing with you!"
As soon as the young people in the black shirt wanted to speak, Yu Xiyi once again said seriously: "Because of that thing, I also want to do it for a long time."
The young people in black shirts faintly feel that there are some misunderstandings, but it is difficult to say.
So he nodded and laughed: "I believe you."
"Originally thought that 15,000 can be written, but the results were written to find that 20,000 words were estimated. Today, it must not be written, so I will post it half first."
