In the past two years at Nangong Mountain, the disciples were waiting for their master to come out of seclusion. But now that the master has come out of seclusion, the disciples are scattered in all directions. They either go out to seek Taoism like Qian Yin, or go to Beiyanze to ask for it themselves like Liu Qing. Kuchi, either like Lao Xiao and Wen Yu, chasing the moon, one wants to understand, the other wants to untie the knot.
On the other hand, Wu Shuang, who was sitting alone on a dry mountain, seemed to see nothing new except Yan Jiaqing's old face all day long. He saw the autumn colors climbing up the mountain, turning the endless withered leaves, and inch by inch of green leaves turning yellow. It was so strange. uneasy. Sometimes even after a hangover, Wu Shuang would have a crazy thought in his mind. If one day, Poison Lord or the sword-wielding Taoist came to the mountain gate, maybe life would not be as dull as it is now, but Then I thought about it again, these two are both good and bad among people. If they really came to attack, they might not be able to win, so I had to put aside all the distracting thoughts and wander around inside and outside the mountain.
As a result, the one who suffered the most was the Wolf Meng Pavilion that Jiang Banlang entrusted to Wu Shuang before he left. His disciple's qualifications were mediocre, but he encountered someone like Wu Shuang who was extremely talented but stood there and said nothing. I hate the pain in my back. Ever since Wu Shuang came to teach his disciples all day long, leaving aside how many times Wu Shuang had to beat his disciples, the master of Nangong Mountain had always been ruthless in training his disciples, especially Yunzhong and Zhao Ziyang, the two most ranked The last disciple of the school also once stood with a gun until he lost his consciousness. He also practiced climbing mountains and walking swords to the point where he almost went crazy. Let alone the disciples of other people, they didn't know what the importance was. They were almost half-forced and half-bluffed. After a few days, , the disciples in the Langmengting Mountain Sect complained endlessly, almost shedding several layers of their skin, hoping all day long that the Wu Dajian Immortal would escape far away, and stop tossing them.
However, more than 10% or 20% of the disciples knew that Wu Shuang's move was actually a sign of dedication. They were a group of people with good qualifications who were hardworking and hardworking in cultivation. After several days of coercion by Wu Shuang, many of them were really broken. Although there are no disciples who have entered the third realm yet, it is not easy.
Yan Jiaqing has been free recently, and the autumn harvest is approaching in the blink of an eye. However, for some reason, Yan Jiaqing, who has always been relatively strong, has become sallow recently. He has not drank much water intermittently for more than a month, and it is even harder to accompany Wu Shuang to relieve his alcoholism. It seems that he has come early this year The autumn wind seriously damaged the body of this gentleman who had abandoned Huanglong Anxin's teaching knowledge, and he did not get better for many days.
But Wu Shuang has never been dissatisfied with Yan Jiaqing from the beginning to the end. Wu Shuang, who has always been stingy, actually often takes a lot of good medicine to nourish the vitality and spirit from the treasury in the back mountain of Nangong Mountain, taking advantage of Yan Jiaqing's absence. During school hours, he hid under the desk and then left as if nothing had happened. Even though Yan Jiaqing could easily see through it, he still insisted on being the boy who scattered money.
Others can't tell, but how can they hide it from Wu Shuang, who is in the fifth realm and his realm is becoming more and more stable.
At first, Wu Shuang didn't believe that Yan Jiaqing, who likes to seek advantages and avoid dangers, and knows how to protect himself, could do such a thing. But after Yun Zhong walked into the heart of Nangong Mountain and went through a hellish experience, Wu Shuang realized that this Yan Sir, it seems that since he started teaching at the school at the foot of Nangong Mountain, his temperament has changed a lot unknowingly. He has actually shouldered many backfires for Yun Zhong and added fuel to the fire for Yun Zhong without saying a word. His spirit gradually weakened, and although he did not delay going to the mountain to teach, he was clearly too haggard.
"You are more extreme than me. Since Yun Zhong has received the benefits from Huang Long, of course he has to bear the pros and cons by himself. Why do you have to bear it for him? With your current state, you two are only half a pound, and that boy is the worst. It’s best to let go of the advantages of being young.”
The two of them were sitting across from each other in the autumn night. Wu Shuang brought up old things again and cast a pointed glance at Yan Jia Qingyintang. "I don't care where Yantangzhou is, but the fishing profession is worthless no matter how you look at it." How can you be blessed if you take advantage of the world's loopholes to seek benefits at the expense of your yang, longevity, and yin virtues? If I don't want to be polite to you, it would be best to let Mr. Yun take the responsibility earlier, otherwise, Nangong Mountain will really not be able to afford this favor."
Yan Jiaqing, however, just smiled.
"In the early years, I heard a rumor that has been circulating in the market for many years. It sounds very vulgar, but it is indeed funny."
"A fake Taoist and a fake monk make a living by telling fortunes. One day they happened to step into the same market, and they happened to be facing each other. Naturally they wanted to compete for business, so under the instigation of the people around them, they pointed at each other's eyebrows and said something about Yintangfa. Hei, there will be a bloody disaster in the near future. We couldn't stop arguing and actually started to fight. Both of them saw red foreheads, but they were joked by the people around them, saying that both of their calculations were extremely accurate, and there was indeed a bloody disaster."
"What Mr. Yan said may not be accurate, but what I said must be accurate."
Yan Jiaqing understood and picked up the cup, "Then Sword Immortal Wu must be right. Even if it is wrong, of course it cannot be justified if he cannot defeat it."
The mountains reflect the setting sun, and the fertile fields outside the distant mountains move with the wind. Under the long autumn light, my eyesight is much better than before.
Wu Shuang silently glanced at the vague red line extending far away from Yan Jiaqing's shoulder. He knew without guessing that although Yan Jiaqing looked peaceful and peaceful at the moment, the yellow dragon that was now entangled in Yun Zhong's wrist was almost always in danger of returning. It fell on Yan Jiaqing's shoulders, which were not very strong, and pressed down on the scholar's waist, which became lower and lower day by day, but he did not want to break the line no matter what.
Literati often have the most stubborn temperaments. If they can be persuaded by a few words, then how can there be such a thing as the character of a literati throughout the ages?
"I can't wait any longer. I plan to go out for a walk when I come in. Will Mr. Yan go with me to relieve my boredom, or will you stay alone in the mountains and guard the door for me?"
Wu Shuang turned around and smiled at Yan Jiaqing. Without the latter's permission, he raised his hand to grab the cup and drank the contents in front of his face. "That's all. With your cultivation and body, it's better to go out less often, so as not to worry about it." It’s not beautiful to be a burden, but it’s better to be your teacher here and tell you about the best things I encountered along the way when I come back.”
Yan Jia had guessed early in the morning that Wu Shuang would definitely not let him go with him. Firstly, it was because his current state was really not good enough. Secondly, Wu Shuang was already accustomed to the temperament of one person and two swords fighting the world, so he probably had something important to do. If you have to do it, you will definitely not invite two or three friends to go with you.
Besides, with Wu Shuang's mischievous habits, besides the former leader of the Taoist sect and the old monk who holds one of the Seven Wonders of Buddhism, how many close friends can he have?
Wu Shuang was impatient and said he was going down the mountain. He didn't care that it was already dusk, but he was still hesitant. He was probably worried about Nangong Mountain and Yan Jiaqing, who had little power to protect himself. , first transported the mountain-protecting formation that had been repaired and added six or seven levels of magical powers, then handed the Wu hook up to the sky, and walked away with only a Qingshuang sword.
But before leaving, Wu Shuang handed over his sword in an instant and cut off the blood-red line on Yan Jiaqing's shoulder. He smiled at the latter and went down the mountain in an instant.
Yan Jiaqing was left standing on the top of the mountain and yelling curses.
Although he is still young, sometimes the master of Nangong Mountain will still show some youthful mentality inadvertently and do things indiscriminately. This is a very common behavior. As for what Yan Jiaqing thinks, Wu Shuang may not really remember it.
The person who hands you the sword must first live up to yourself.
Therefore, even if Yan Jiaqing jumped up and cursed, in the end he could only look at the back of Wu Shuang who was floating away with his sword, shook his head helplessly, and went to sleep.
In the first three months of the first three months at the ferry port closest to Nanli on the East Zhudao Islands, a man who was good at conducting military operations arrived.
Why is it said that he is good at using long soldiers? Because this man usually uses a long stick when fighting with others, and the long spear carried behind this man has never been used, even when he encounters the most famous man in the ferry for more than ten years. The swordsman Gu Daobei, a foreigner with a messy beard, had never used the big spear behind him, and his attack could not be more than thirty or fifty. The two sticks in front and back swept off Gu Daobei's arms. He was so powerful and heavy, but in the end he still held back his hand and did not advance any further. .
Many people and warriors who settled at the ferry crossing of the East Zhudao saw with their own eyes the strength contained in this man's long stick, which was enough to crack mountains, crack monuments, and shake buildings. Regardless of the strength and aura, both were superior, and they were naturally frightened. , all speculated about which master taught this man from Zhongzhou. After all, in the past ten years, not many people have come from the Central Plains, and there are even fewer who are as skilled as this. .
When the man carrying a gun and a stick stood on his toes, he said that his surname was Xu, and his name was Jinyu. Because his family was in decline, he had never taken a nickname and had no intention of taking it in the future. Furthermore, he came to the East Zhudao Islands. I have never thought about settling down, I just want to fight, whether it's civil or military, if I sign the document, it's not a matter of life or death. But for three consecutive months, from the summer to the autumn breeze, Xu Jinyu did not encounter a very skilled opponent. Gu Daobei, whose hands were broken off, was actually considered a very high expert, so naturally he did not dare to do the so-called life and death situation. Write your name on it.
Xu Jinyu came here not alone, but also brought his wife with him. The reason was simple. He once accidentally revealed it to someone while drinking in a restaurant. It was because his wife was really worried. It would be boring to return home alone. It would be better to just pretend. Xu Jinyu, who practiced martial arts, traveled across the ocean with the boat, and he just happened to be able to take care of him. No matter how he tried to persuade him, he could not get in, so he came with him.
So after three months of repeated competitions, Xu Jinyu, who had no opponent, was given a very straightforward but unmistakable nickname by people inside and outside the ferry. He called him "Jiaolong with his wife." As for why he was called "Jiaolong", it was probably because of Xu Jinyu's tricks. The exquisite long stick and big spear were used at the right time, just like a dragon covering the sea, and their power was as fast as thunder. They spread quickly.
Today, there was a master from the East Islands. He heard that he became famous very early. He happened to be wandering around here. He heard that Xu Jinyu had knocked over all the famous masters around the ferry. He didn't even draw a big gun behind him. He immediately became interested. In the middle of the night, He sent someone to deliver a letter of war, or a document of life and death, and had a spear dart inserted outside the door of Xu Jinyu's Dajian Inn.
He said that I would like to ask you to hand me over at dawn tomorrow.
