As soon as the words fell to the ground, the library trembled.
From among the hundreds of almost rotten wooden frames in the display building, water waves gradually rose up, becoming more and more swollen, and finally enveloped the entire library. Originally, everything under the feet was made of old wood. Now, for example, It was a sudden wave, and I don't know where this wave came from. It continued without any signs of decline. It completely suppressed the surrounding areas of the library. There was no trace of murderous intent, but the surrounding area was tightly controlled. All the running water floated behind him, which made the old man who was originally old and skinny look even more majestic.
Wen Yu was most familiar with this kind of scene. He immediately raised his eyebrows, grabbed the young man's arm and took him back more than ten steps. He asked coldly, "My father-in-law is hiding very deep. It is clear that there is no internal energy in his body, but With the current level of formation cultivation, I am afraid that I have already crossed the threshold of the three realms. I don’t know what the purpose of using a large formation to seal off the four directions here."
The old man did not look at the girl, but still looked at Yunzhong, his face still full of kindness, "That's what I meant by the word "ashamed" just now. This library was left by the previous sect master. I heard the sect master mentioned it, The surroundings are all made of floating peach wood. This wood is most suitable for those who are proficient in formations. If the lines are imprinted on it with ink, it can be guaranteed to be immortal for a hundred years. The old man has indeed never set foot on a spiritual path. He can use this formation, but it is in his hands. There is a formation guide left by the sect master. When Baihu Sect is in danger, the large formation in the library will be able to protect the people in the mountain."
The young man never spoke.
It wasn't until a beam of water fell on his shoulders in the formation that he raised his increasingly dull eyebrows and asked very slowly, "My father-in-law wants to force me to stay here, and also to plant a dry well behind my back. With a green lotus?"
The water light suddenly faded.
The candlelight was still as bright as ever, the tea was still warm, and there was still an old servant with thinning hair sitting in front of the desk, smiling to himself, but he didn't look like he was happy.
"The Baihu Sect can't be defeated, but look at how old I am now. Even the master of my own sect couldn't see clearly in the last hearty fight." The old man's face full of grooves trembled, and he said tremblingly, "This mountain has been guarded for a decade, but there is no ordinary person in the world who can extend his life for another decade at my age. Sooner or later, the Baihumen will bloom, and sooner or later these disciples will have to go far away. , at most, it’s just a festive occasion, so I can go back to the mountain for a few visits, and then everyone will go to their own places. I’m afraid it will be the most difficult thing to hear about the name Baihu Clan again in the future.”
"The young knight is very similar to the master of the sect, so I came up with this idea. The sea of ancient books and methods here are of no use to me, a dying person who has already buried them in the earth. He hoped to use this to attract the young hero. If he didn't want to stay here, he would threaten him with this formation. He really hoped to delay the age of Baihumen for many more years. Now that he thinks about it, it is indeed the old man who has evil intentions. Making such a decision based on selfish desires has left behind one’s true heart.”
Yun Zhong's eyes were still deserted, but he still walked to the table and sat down, taking a sip of tea.
"No wonder, my father-in-law, even though the mountains and rivers here are poor, there are no green mountains and green trees, and there are long streams, if I stay here for a long time, I am afraid that no one in the world can say that I don't care."
"When I was young, there were several scholars who were traveling from outside the town. They wanted to hear what the teachers in the countryside were like, so as not to mislead the students. Even so, the young people from the wealthy areas Young master, most likely he was trying to show off his literary talent. As expected, when he was giving lectures, he attracted a lot of ridicule, saying that he was clearly a teacher, how could he be so unfamiliar with Qi Mandarin and teach people indiscriminately."
Yun Zhong spoke very slowly, but his brows and eyes were full of gentleness, even a little smile, "Originally, most of the students in the school were tired children, and their homework was difficult to do, and they were too tired of Mr. Tien's powerful and heavy hand. On weekdays, I have always secretly arranged for him, saying that one day he would pluck off his beard, tie a flower knot and place it on his seat, so as to kill the old master's majesty. But that day, several young men from wealthy areas, However, he was almost beaten to pieces by dozens of children, and one of them even had his nose bone crooked, and I don’t know if it can be straightened afterwards.”
"No matter how bad this place is, I can always say it, but others can't. In the final analysis, I have devoted many years of love to this place. I have been hungover under this tree, or I have taken a nap by the mountain gate. Everything I see is... I dare not forget the old things, how can I let this place easily become a desolate mountain wilderness?"
The young man's speech became more and more slow, and no trace of anger could be heard. "It's just that my father-in-law's methods are a bit too aggressive. If it were anyone else, the friendship he has gained over the past few days would probably be wasted."
Wen Yu still did not relax. He stood aside, spread his fingers, and let the inner energy flow in his palms.
According to her eyesight, the square formation just now was still above the level of the Three Realms. Compared with Liu Qing's casual attack in normal times, the power was two floors higher. It was difficult to resist. If the old servant in front of her took action again, The cultivation of the second realm is really difficult to do.
"Girl, you don't need to be so careful. Now that the old man has taken action, he can't use this formation again within half a day. After all, it's been a long time. If he makes two reckless moves in one day, the library will probably collapse. No matter how hard it is to hold on, it will collapse." In the past few months, I have had my own selfish thoughts and I feel guilty, so I definitely won’t go to this library and do dirty things again.”
The old servant's expression calmed down, and the desolation in his eyes became stronger. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "But there is something I didn't say right, young hero. Before leaving, the sect master did give me something, and he asked me to give it to the young man." Xia."
After saying that, the old man stood up and walked to a wooden frame. After rubbing it for a long time, he took out the square wooden box and carried it to the table with great effort. He smiled and said, "The door owner is a tired man. He lives in the mountains." I'm boring and don't like to practice, so I always like to play around with things. This square wooden box took nearly a whole year to make. It has no use on weekdays. It is mostly used to warm up the sword. Before leaving, I asked me to hand it over to the young knight. , this should be a thank you gift for this time."
The whole body of the sword box is red. It looks like it is made of fine wood and has been dipped in tung oil. It looks like it is extremely heavy and as solid as a mountain rock.
"No reward for no merit." Yun Zhong only glanced at it, then looked away and looked at the old servant calmly, "If it is really the sect master who told me, he should know my temperament, and I will feel uneasy if I receive this thing for no reason."
"Young hero is a sensible person. It is rare to have his own thoughts at such an age. He is also well versed in the principle that the friendship between gentlemen is like running water smoothly." The old servant said with a smile, not feeling as ashamed as before, "But there is no truth in the world. , more importantly, it depends on whim and what is in the heart. Probably the sect master also guessed what the young knight said, so he specially explained it to the old man." "Carrying this thing with you is like carrying the white gourd gate to your heart. If you are trapped by worldly affairs, or if you have achieved great fame, you cannot remember in your heart that there is a master of the White Gourd Sect. When you catch a glimpse of this thing, you will feel like you are seeing me, and you will be like seeing the way of swordsmanship."
After saying these words, the old man seemed to have relieved his heavy burden. He stood up and bowed deeply to the young man.
"The sect leader has spent most of his life in the mountains. Except for the previous sect leader, there is no one who thinks about him often. He probably knows that the young hero's character is similar to that of his youth, so he has many thoughts about this sword. The Taobao Xidaoban is not a magic weapon that practitioners call spiritual treasures. However, the sect master has indeed modified it and nurtured it for many years. After accepting this object and thinking about it, human beings are born like this. , carrying all kinds of thoughts through thousands of rivers and mountains."
When the two of them were about to go down the mountain, the boy was uncharacteristically not dressed in white. Instead, he changed into green clothes. The sword was no longer hanging on his waist, but there was an extra sword box behind him. He looked back halfway up the mountain and never looked back for a long time.
For more than a month, when I stayed in Fengyou County, except for staying in Liu Lang's traditional Chinese medicine clinic, I spent most of the time in this mountain. Although the elixir fire in Xu Dan still did not subside, but today, the young man no longer needs No matter how much I suppress the discomfort in my stomach, my formation still makes no progress, but at least I can't calm down. Looking at the sudden snowfall on the mountain road, the white trees on the white mountains are slowly spreading back to their original color, I don't know why I feel so relieved.
"Miss Wen, do you think that when we are getting older, will we accidentally think of this mountain again, go back here for a walk, and burn incense for Master Ye?"
Wen Yu reined in his horse, and the black deer under him felt a little uncomfortable. He snorted twice and had not run for a long time in many days. Now he was able to go out for a walk, so he felt a little resentful at the moment. Compared with Yun Zhong, that bad horse, which has a full belly and spends all day lying down in the stable to sleep soundly like a human being, the black deer has never gained any extra fat. Even though it is huddled up within a radius of no more than ten steps, it still moves frequently. Running three or two laps on the hoof is a good way to relieve boredom.
"Yes, I won't." The girl gently rubbed the side of the horse's face to comfort the latter, "People on Nangong Mountain attach great importance to emotions. They can think of them all the time without this sword box, but if they are busy with all kinds of chores , can often change the original itinerary. In the final analysis, if you can help yourself, you can naturally return to this place. If you can't help yourself, you will never look back in your life."
"Miss Wen's realm is becoming more and more advanced. Now it's hard to listen to it. I really admire it. In two or three years, I will call you senior sister." After many days, the boy finally mentioned it. After joking with interest and saying the words, he felt a cold wind blowing between his waist and abdomen. Even if he clamped the horse's belly tightly, the ragtag horse was in pain and suddenly took a few steps, and the wind seemed to be rushing down the mountain. , the black horse like a dark cloud behind him was suddenly thrown several feet away, and it also rolled up its legs and suddenly rushed down the mountain road covered with thick snow.
Countless broken flowers rose up from the snow dust, and the light shone brightly.
An old man with white hair stood on the top of the mountain. He watched the laughter of young girls in the distance clear and lingering for a long time. For some reason, the old man's face bloomed like a daisy. He turned around and walked back to the mountain gate with a bamboo broom, slowly sweeping away the snow in the courtyard.
The small tomb stood silently in the courtyard. At first glance, it looked like a drunken man lying under the tree, his eyes dim and smiling.
