"Personal heroism is indeed a no-no. The Donghai Sword Sect has probably learned a lot from Lingnan."
Chen Qingshan took the sword to the top of the mountain, stopped next to He Xie, returned the sword to him, and then looked up at the sword lights coming from the green mountains outside the Jingtao Sword Sect. He said it sincerely.
He Xie was probably still a little angry. He took the sword and pointed it in front of Chen Qingshan's eyebrows. He said coldly: "Since you know this, why do you still come to Jingtao Sword Sect?"
Chen Qingshan didn't care about the sword right in front of him, and still looked up at the sword lights coming from various sword sects.
"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. You can explain it to the people from other sword sects first. Otherwise, if we really fight in the East China Sea sword sect, it will not look good."
He Xie did not speak, but still stood in the mountain wind with his sword in hand.
Chen Qingshan lowered his head, looked at He Xie and said calmly: "Qingjiao is in Shanhe Temple."
Such a sentence is undoubtedly prone to many speculations.
Why are green peppers in Shanhe View? Was she arrested, or did she die on her own? Is she dead, or is she being held captive there?
Until he heard such words, He Xie's expression finally showed some shock, and he glanced at Chen Qingshan silently, then turned into sword light and disappeared on the top of the mountain, submerged in the clouds and sea breeze above the Qingshan. .
Then the sword light all over the sky slowly disappeared into the sky.
It took a long time for He Xie to land in the green mountains again. The sword in his hand had been returned to the scabbard, but the sword intention was flowing around him, and he could still draw the sword at any time.
This old swordsman looked at Chen Qingshan silently for a long time, and then said slowly: "Why is she in Shanhe Temple?"
Chen Qingshan put the scroll on the ground, and then sat down on Jianping on the top of the mountain. The East China Sea was not very peaceful, and the sea breeze blowing here probably had some disturbing smell.
While blowing the wind, the Taoist thought of that woman in red from the East China Sea, and then smiled softly and said, "Because the rice in the temple is more delicious than that in the East China Sea, she eats the rice cooked by my disciples in the temple. "
A six-layer Taoist and a five-layer sword cultivator ended up on the top of the East China Sea. They said such things. It seemed like they were joking, but what Chen Qingshan said was indeed the truth.
After all, such a Donghai woman was indeed eating his food in the mountains.
Just hearing such words, the sword behind He Xie began to exude sharp sword intent again.
Although the previous sword was caught by Chen Qingshan, in the final analysis, the sword cultivator’s greatest reliance is always the sword in his hand.
Forcing a sword cultivator to ignite the divine sea, even Chen Qingshan, would probably be unable to bear the pain and walk around.
Chen Qingshan turned back and squinted at the sword behind He Xie, and said seriously: "I am serious. If you don't believe it, you can ask her yourself in the future to see if she said she ate food from Guanli." , will make her feel happy.”
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The woman in red did say such words, but Chen Qingshan probably omitted some very key words.
He Xie was silent for a long time, and his sword intention gradually disappeared. He looked at Chen Qingshan and said, "Since you have seen Qingjiao, you should know that her sword is called Qingtuan."
Chen Qingshan sighed melancholy and said: "Yes, so I actually regret a little. I shouldn't have chosen that time to kill your proud disciple. It's just that I didn't think so much at the time. Now people in the world always think that I am a heartless person who always gives up, and that is why I let that Donghai woman follow me for half of Huaian."
The Taoist looked at He Xie very naturally.
"From the perspective of Huai'an law, I am indeed a murderer, but I am not a philanderer. I hope the sect leader will not misunderstand this point."
He Xie sneered and sarcastically turned around with his sword on his back, looking at the surging river in the East China Sea.
"What's the difference? They're just beasts."
Chen Qingshan just sat there quietly, as if he didn't hear such words at all.
"Before you become a saint, you have to listen to a lot of slander. It's just words like beasts. You are not even as harsh as those in the world."
He Xie was silent for a while, then looked back at the young man, probably really thinking about what the Taoist said. After a long time, the white-haired swordsman looked at Chen Qingshan and asked with great sincerity: "What if If I say I fuck your mother, does that count as an old cow eating young grass?"
Such words are probably far more likely to arouse the anger of the world than a dry Liu Qinghe, "Fuck you."
Even a person like Chen Qingshan, who talked about all kinds of little gods and saints all day long, the smile on his face stopped for a moment, and there seemed to be a wind blowing all over the mountain.
But the mountain wind came and went, leaving no trace.
The young man slowly lowered his head and said calmly: "Forget it."
He Xie looked at Chen Qingshan quietly for a long time, then turned back and said slowly: "You, Chen Qingshan, are indeed a ruthless person."
Being able to lift a mountain with bare hands is certainly not ruthless.
The two of them stood and sat together, without anyone saying anything.
It wasn't until the sea breeze turned into a mountain breeze and blew round after round that the atmosphere on the top of the mountain slowly calmed down.
"So why did you come to Jingtao Sword Sect?"
He Xie did not insult such a sword cultivator again, although he did deserve to be scolded.
But there is probably no point in scolding him. Chen Qingshan is still Chen Qingshan, and it is indeed difficult for his Jingtao Sword Sect to bring back the sword cultivator he killed.
Chen Qingshan sat quietly in the wind, looked at this world for a long time, and then said lightly: "I heard that Qingjiao's surname is not Qing..."
The Taoist raised his head and looked at the sword cultivator.
"Then what's her last name?"
He Xie fell silent suddenly.
After a long time, he said softly: "My surname is Xie."
A look of understanding flashed across Chen Qingshan's face.
"Thank you for which one?"
"Thank you, Cangsheng."
...
Gu Wenzhi bought some medicine in the town. Carrying the large and small bags of medicinal materials, he walked through the streets of the town and headed towards the mountain while humming a song like "What a springtime, it's better to have a dream."
On the way, I met a young man who asked sincerely where Lu Ming was.
Although Gu Wenzhi was busy going back to boil the medicine for his master, he still carefully took the young man outside the town and showed him the direction, and then returned to the temple at dusk.
But after frying the medicine in the house behind the main hall on the top of the mountain, I didn't see my master in that familiar position.
The Taoist who was always pale was not sitting on the familiar steps looking at Qingshan Taoist Temple.
Gu Wenzhi nervously placed the medicine in his hand on the steps, covered it with a tile, and then searched for it in the mountains for a long time. Finally, he was informed by a junior fellow student that he learned that the old Taoist had gone to Chen Qingshan's practice. Over there.
This probably puzzled Gu Wenzhi.
When Chen Qingshan was here, you didn't even look at him. Why did he go to the East China Sea and you went to see him instead?
Are you also afraid of him?
This is probably nonsense.
After all, no matter how old a Nine-tiered Sword Cultivator is, he is still a Nine-tiered Sword Cultivator, and cannot be defeated by a Nine-tiered Sword Cultivator.
Although the old Taoist's injury to Shenhai has not healed for many years, he is still Le Chaotian's senior brother, who was a generation of outstanding figures in Qingtian Tao.
Gu Wenzhi walked along the path in the temple with confusion in his heart, and finally saw the old Taoist standing in the dusk behind the cliff forest behind the small Taoist temple.
There was smoke from the kitchen behind the Taoist temple under the forest. It was probably the young nephew who was cooking. Before Chen Qingshan left, he went to see Gu Wenzhi and told him that if anyone wanted to bully Zhang Lizi, remember to beat him up.
Although Gu Wenzhi didn't like this former Shanzong senior brother, in the final analysis, this had nothing to do with the little girl from Shanyue City named Zhang Lizi.
So I agreed.
The young Taoist walked over silently, stood behind the old Taoist, and looked down.
The little girl was wearing an apron and cooking in the small kitchen in the back - Gu Wenzhi felt a little dazed when he saw this scene.
Probably because in some years in the past, the person cooking there was a young man with a somewhat unsightly look.
Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally not the only one who has eaten at Chen Qingshan's food.
When Gu Wenzhi was recommended here from Xuanxuyuan, he had eaten with Chen Qingshan for a while.
Maybe life is always like this.
No one knows what kind of river everything will be in another ten years.
Why aren't people just fish in the stream?
Gu Wenzhi sighed softly and looked towards the front of the view - that was also the direction the old Taoist was looking.
There was a sword cultivator from the East China Sea who was refining his sword intent. He was dressed in red and fell to the bank of the stream, just like clouds falling from the sky to the world.
It's just that the clothes are warm, but the person is cold.
Gu Wenzhi looked at it quietly for a long time, then looked at his master and asked softly: "What is master looking at?"
The old Taoist was probably deep in thought, but at this moment he seemed to be awakened. His body trembled, and he turned to look at Gu Wenzhi and glared at him.
"When did you come here?"
Gu Wenzhi felt that his master's behavior today was a bit strange. Thinking that he came here specifically to look at this Donghai sword cultivator after Chen Qingshan left, this made him have a very absurd suspicion. He opened his eyes wide and also Without answering the old Taoist's question, he said in surprise: "Could it be that this Donghai sword cultivator named Qingjiao is your illegitimate daughter, Master?"
The old Taoist was probably shocked by Gu Wenzhi's unrealistic conjecture. He couldn't breathe for a moment, choked himself and coughed uncontrollably while covering his chest.
Gu Wenzhi was startled and hurriedly vented his anger for his master. If such a Taoist master was really angry to death here, he, Gu Wenzhi, would be infamy for thousands of years.
Of course a Taoist can be angered to death, but probably such a thing has not happened in such a southwestern Taoist temple.
The old Taoist coughed for a long time and indeed coughed up some blood.
However, this has nothing to do with the Taoist's poor health.
The first reaction of the old Taoist was to raise his hand. Just looking at his disciple's nervous look, he sighed melancholy, lowered his hand, looked over there again, and said helplessly : "What are you thinking about again?"
Gu Wenzhi said matter-of-factly: "Master, if you don't run around, I will definitely not think nonsense."
The old Taoist was silent.
Gu Wenzhi looked curiously at the sword cultivator in red in front of the small temple by the stream below the mountain forest.
"So what is Master looking at?"
The Taoist fell silent, and after a long time, he said softly: "When people do bad things, they will be dug up for three generations."
Gu Wenzhi probably didn't understand what this meant.
After all, when Chen Qingshan had doubts about the identity of such a woman, he didn't say anything to this seemingly upright junior brother.
It's just that the old Taoist is of course different. If the temple master is not around, the temple master's senior brother will be the temple master.
Naturally, things in the temple cannot be hidden from such a Taoist.
"Master, what are you talking about?"
Gu Wenzhi asked seriously, and even wanted to put his hand in front of the Taoist's forehead to see if his master had a fever.
The old Taoist didn't pay attention to Gu Wenzhi's actions. Instead, he chuckled and said, "What do you think of this Donghai sword cultivator?"
Gu Wenzhi withdrew his hand, looked at the woman tempering the sword by the stream seriously for a long time, and then said seriously: "The talent is acceptable, there probably aren't many talented people in our ancestors."
If the ancestors' talents are good, then the next generation's talents will generally not be bad, just like those descendants in white clothes at Mojian Cliff, Qiushui Qiuxier in red.
The old Taoist smiled softly and said, "His grandfather is Xie Chaoyu."
Gu Wenzhi was stunned for a moment and asked with some uncertainty: "Which Xie Chaoyu?"
Of course there are many Xie Chaoyu in the world, even a weird name like Cong Ren has appeared in thousands of years. But Kamigawa does not exist, and the world generally cannot suppress this name.
The old Taoist just said softly: "When people talk about Xie Chaoyu, can they still talk about Xie Chaoyu who farmed in a certain village?"
Gu Wenzhi was silent for a while, and then he said in amazement: "What a Taoist third generation. But why did he become a swordsman?"
The old Taoist didn't know what he thought of, and said softly: "Many years ago, someone probably told you, Master Xie, this."
Gu Wenzhi raised his eyebrows.
"What's the meaning?"
"Because Xie Chaoyu's great-grandmother is Xie Chunxue, Yangchun Sword of the Human Sword Sect."
Gu Wenzhi thought about it for a while before he said sincerely: "I've never heard of it."
After all, he was a disciple of the Sword Sect two hundred years ago.
Of course no one in the world would have heard of it for hundreds of years.
Gu Wenzhi thought about it for a while and thought to himself, I don’t even know who my great-grandmother is. Who still remembers the great-grandmother of Senior Bu Suanzi?
However, Gu Wenzhi understood what his master meant.
After all, Xie Chaoyu's great-grandmother was a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, but Xie Chaoyu became a Taoist priest, which is probably like the current story.
It's just that the young Taoist thought for a long time, but still didn't understand what the old Taoist wanted to say, nor why he came here to watch.
Until the old Taoist said Xie Cangsheng's name.
Gu Wenzhi finally understood something. He stood there in amazement and looked at the sword cultivator in red for a long time before saying softly: "So that's what it is?"
The old Taoist said calmly: "Otherwise, what else could it be like?"
Of course, practitioners are also human beings, not people without fathers and mothers. Whose ancestral grave has never seen smoke?
Even if he is a monster, the little squirrel will remember that he once had a father and mother who were jumping on the tree.
"Does this matter have anything to do with her?"
The old Taoist thought for a while and said seriously: "I don't know either."
Probably because I didn’t know, I wanted to take a look.
"But I heard that Xie Cangsheng was only in Qingtian Dao and Xuansheyuan later, so it probably doesn't matter."
Gu Wenzhi said with some confusion: "Since it doesn't matter, what else are you looking at?"
The old Taoist said melancholy: "What if there is?"
Gu Wenzhi fell silent.
Everything in the world, in the end, is probably inseparable from a contingency.
The so-called just in case is probably three feet away from fate.
Gu Wenzhi was silent for a long time, standing by the twilight cliff forest, and started to sigh.
"No wonder people of three generations have to be scrutinized when they become officials in the dynasty."
The old Taoist turned to look at Gu Wenzhi, raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you know?"
Gu Wenzhi said melancholy: "I also took the Dafeng Spring Examination back then."
After all, there is no rule that says people from the Qingniu Academy cannot take part in the Gale Examination.
The old Taoist looked at the young Taoist silently, but suddenly remembered that his disciple was formerly called Gu Shenghui.
"Then what?"
"No, my father once stole a cow."
"..."
The old Taoist actually wanted to laugh, but it was probably not good to laugh like this, so the old Taoist turned his head and watched Dusk shaking his shoulders.
Gu Wenzhi naturally knew this well, so he said sincerely: "So I had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and come to Shanhe View."
The old Taoist probably couldn't help but look back at his disciple silently.
I just have to admit it.
If Huaidu is also considered a major force in the world, then Shanheguan is indeed not comparable to such a place.
The cliff wind forest fell silent at night.
Gu Wenzhi was not joking. He looked at the old Taoist and said seriously: "But I still can't understand why master laments the three generations."
The old Taoist said sadly: "Because some things, more than three generations, or even people who are not related to each other, can easily be involved because of certain things."
Gu Wenzhi frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
The old Taoist said sincerely: "Do you think my injury is serious?"
The old Taoist was naturally seriously injured, not just because of the story on the twelfth floor.
There is also the story of the wind and rain in Qingtian Dao.
Gu Wenzhi nodded sincerely.
The old Taoist sighed and said: "Because my surname is also Bai. So when some people fight, they are particularly harsh."
At this point, Gu Wenzhi probably finally understood why the old Taoist was wandering around melancholy before.
Probably also reminded of the story of that year.
"Master has nothing to do with Bai Fengyu?"
"It was a family relationship about five hundred years ago."
"..."
After all, there is more than just Bai Fengyu with the surname Bai in the world.
Baiyi also has the surname Bai.
Even in Huangliang and Baihe, there are many people named Bai.
"So in today's world, it is probably best for people not to have the last name Xie."
This is probably what the old Taoist thinks in the dusk.
But of course that was not what Gu Wenzhi was thinking. The young Taoist looked at the gloomy sky, suddenly turned around and ran away along the way he came.
The old Taoist looked strange.
"what are you going to do?"
"Fry the medicine again."
