[I stayed up all night on the night shift and I can’t stand it anymore, so I need to catch up on some sleep]
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On March 15th, at the first moment of the unitary hour, the sun sets.
A white dove, in the bloody twilight of sunset, flew over the mountains, over the heavy forest, and then through the layers of fog, and finally fluttered its wings into the sky above a villa.
At this time, a large group of pigeons of different colors were flying densely in the sky above the villa. They were like a large black cloud, covering almost half of the sky over the villa.
And that white pigeon merged into the countless pigeons and disappeared in an instant.
This villa is located in an extremely secret place, and it has a famous name - Wenfeng Villa.
Wenfeng Villa is a very famous place. It is famous because there are two special beings in the Villa.
The first one is that there are many pigeons in Wenfeng Villa.
The second one is a pigeon breeder in Wenfeng Villa.
Those pigeons fly out from the villa every morning and fly back from all directions at sunset. When they fly back, they also bring back all kinds of news that happened in the world that day.
All kinds of news brought back by thousands of pigeons will eventually fall into the hands of one person.
This person is the person who raises pigeons. It is said that his surname is Ge and he is an old man. Therefore, people in the world call him "Elder Pigeon".
Mr. Ge is the owner of Wenfeng Villa.
Mr. Ge's daily job is to feed the pigeons, release the pigeons, collect the pigeons, and sort out the news brought back by the pigeons.
The messages brought back by the pigeons will be sorted out and finally stored in categories.
Wenfeng Villa, where those messages are stored, is equivalent to the document library of this world.
There are many types of information in Wenfeng Villa. No matter who it is, as long as he requests it, Wenfeng Villa can find it for him no matter how top-secret it is.
Of course, the premise is that you can afford to pay enough. Because Wenfeng Villa is not a place that provides free services to others, but every message has a price, and different messages have different prices.
Therefore, Wenfeng Villa is a place where news is bought and sold.
People who travel around the world more or less have their own goals and need news and intelligence. Without the guidance of clear information and intelligence, walking around in the arena is tantamount to being deaf and blind. To achieve the goal with twice the result with half the effort, accurate intelligence is essential. Therefore, Wenfeng Villa's business has always been booming.
Wenfeng Villa only sells information, but never participates in the feuds and feuds of the world, because it is a neutral position.
The position is neutral, so no one will target it, because there will be a day when everyone needs information. This is also the reason why Wenfeng Villa can have a stable foothold in the world.
In addition, and more importantly, although many people know the approximate location of Wenfeng Villa, almost no one in the world can easily enter Wenfeng Villa. In addition to the natural barriers of mountains, dense forests and layers of fog, Wenfeng Villa is also surrounded by various powerful machine formations to protect it. It is even said that there are many powerful martial arts masters in the Villa.
So Wenfeng Villa, a neutral place for buying and selling news, has become a forbidden place in the martial arts world.
As for Mr. Ge, who controls Wenfeng Villa, although he doesn't care about the world, his eyes and ears are all over the world. No one knows whether he knows martial arts, but one thing almost everyone knows is that Ge Lao holds almost all the secrets in this world. Therefore, he became a person that no one in the world dared or wanted to provoke at will.
In addition to interacting with pigeons, Mr. Ge also likes to drink tea.
He has tasted almost all famous and unknown teas in the world.
At this time, he is drinking tea, drinking a kind of tea whose name is not yet known.
Mr. Ge has an ordinary-looking face. Because he is old, he has a gray beard. Apart from his particularly bright eyes, there seems to be nothing else about him that impresses people.
But such an ordinary-looking old man is actually the most extraordinary person in the world today.
Ge Lao was lying comfortably on a chair in a particularly spacious room. He half-squinted his eyes and held a jade tea bowl in his hand, as if he was savoring the taste of the tea he just drank in his mouth.
This house was extremely quiet and dim, surrounded by rows of huge black wooden shelves. The shelves were divided into dense grids, and countless scrolls were placed in the grids.
How many Jianghu stories and martial arts secrets are hidden in these scrolls?
As Mr. Ge's mouth moved slightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered and dispersed, just like the gatherings, separations, ups and downs he had seen in those years.
"Today's tea tastes very astringent."
Ge Lao uttered these words slowly from his mouth, and then gently put down the tea cup.
"Master, would you like a pot of tea instead?"
In the quiet house, someone suddenly asked softly, with a low voice.
Ge Lao squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice - there was a gray figure standing next to a black wooden shelf in the corner.
The man stood in front of a huge shelf and was placing scrolls one by one into the grids of the shelf. His movements were so light that there was almost no breath in his body. If he hadn't suddenly spoken, no one would have noticed his presence.
He's almost like a ghost.
"That's all, Lao Wu." Old Pigeon looked away from the dim figure, and then looked out the window, as if waiting for something. Then he said softly: "It's not wrong to be a little astringent. At least it can be a change of taste."
The man continued to sort out the scrolls without speaking.
Suddenly, a small white shadow flew in through the window. As soon as Ge Lao raised his hand, the white shadow fell on his arm.
It was a white dove.
A small bamboo tube was tied to the pigeon's feet. Mr. Ge skillfully removed the bamboo tube, then raised his hand, and the white pigeon flapped its wings and flew out of the window.
There was a small note in the bamboo tube. Mr. Ge opened the note expectantly, only to find that it was blank.
"Alas." Mr. Ge sighed softly, crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the bamboo basket next to him.
"Is there still no news from West Kunlun?"
The man seemed to be used to this situation, but he couldn't help but ask.
Because he was used to it, his tone was very calm.
"It's been five years and one hundred and twenty-three days." Ge Lao smiled bitterly, as if he was answering and talking to himself, and said: "That person appeared like a ghost and disappeared like a ghost. It has been more than five years. It’s been a while, and this person has never appeared again, whether in West Kunlun or in the Central Plains. It’s so strange.”
The movement of the man's hand stopped for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why has the owner been so obsessed with that person who doesn't seem to exist for so long? Who is he?"
He rarely talks. This is not because he is born with it, but because he knows how to measure his words. But he had held back these words for too long.
Ge Lao lay on the chair and turned his gaze to the roof. An oil paper lantern hung on the roof, emitting a dim and misty light. The shadow of the lamp swayed slightly, in a trance and darkness, just like the world is unpredictable and people's hearts are unpredictable. His face was reflected in the dim and blurry lights, and he was in a trance where he couldn't see clearly. He murmured: "No one knows who this person is. All they know is that on that snowy night five years ago, he killed one person and one sword. Thirty-seven top martial arts masters from the Lianyun Thirteen Village at the foot of the West Kunlun Mountains were wiped out, causing the Lianyun Thirteen Village that had dominated the West Kunlun territory for twenty years to be destroyed overnight. According to the legend of those who were lucky enough to survive at that time, That man is as cold and arrogant as a demon, and his sword skills are as fierce as evil. He is a rare evil killing sword in the world. He is extremely terrifying and cruel."
As Mr. Ge said, a faint light flashed in his eyes.
It seemed that this was the first time that the gray figure heard such an unknown secret from the world told by Mr. Ge himself. He was deeply shocked. He turned around and asked softly: "What happened next?"
"There is no later." Mr. Ge said calmly: "That man suddenly disappeared after a shocking battle on a snowy night. So far, no one knows who he is. Only one Jianxie is left in the world. 'The nickname completely disappeared."
"Oh!" The man also seemed to be curious, and his voice turned slightly lower, and said: "Such a shocking person will never be an unknown person in the world, and there will never be anyone in this world who can completely erase his traces. "
"Lao Wu, what you said makes sense. I think so too." Ge Lao said with a helpless smile: "That's why I have been pursuing his identity all these years. But as you can see, it has been five years." , I have used almost all the power of Wenfeng Villa, but still have found nothing. This person is just like you said, it seems that he has never existed."
The man fell silent immediately. With the news spread all over the world in Wenfeng Villa, it took five years to find out the news about a single person. This is too bizarre.
It can be called simply unheard of.
But since it was said by the world-famous owner of Wenfeng Villa himself, it is definitely not groundless.
But who is that person?
If there is no one in Wenfeng Villa who can grasp the trace information, then I am afraid that no one else in the world will know who he is.
After the man was silent for a moment, he asked again: "Since he is such a mysterious person, he must have secrets that no one knows about. This must be why the owner of the village will keep tracking him, right?"
"Of course!" Mr. Ge suddenly looked stern, changed his tone, and said leisurely: "In addition to the secrets of great value hidden in him, there is another reason, and that is coincidence."
"Coincidence?" The man was slightly surprised and couldn't help but ask, "What does Master Shi mean by this?"
Ge Lao's eyes narrowed, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes. He said in a deep tone, "Lao Wu, you should still remember that I also went to Kunlun Mountain five years ago..."
"Ah..." Before Ge Lao could finish his words, the figure named Lao Wu seemed to be shaken, and he suddenly took two steps. In the dim light, he revealed a face with hard outlines but full of wind and frost, and a look of surprise that could not be concealed appeared in his originally dim eyes. He interrupted Lao Ge's words and said, "Yuan Wuzong...?"
His voice could not stop trembling, as if that name had left an indelible memory of terror in his heart.
"No, he is already dead!" Old Ge stared at Lao Wu with stern eyes and said decisively: "I used sixty years of cultivation in exchange for his life, so it can never be him. He can no longer live. , I guarantee it with my life.”
When Lao Wu heard this, his surprised and nervous expression eased slightly, and he pondered: "In that case, what does the coincidence that the owner of the village mean?"
"Five years ago, Yuan Wuzong went to Kunlun alone and ended the century-old grudge between us. But I still can't believe that with his calculations and plans, there is no way he didn't leave behind a back-up." Ge Lao said in a solemn tone: "It just happened that at that time, Jian Xie suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. Is there really such a coincidence in this world?"
Lao Wu's expression changed and he whispered: "Could it be that the owner of the village suspects that Jian Xie is his disciple?"
"Back then, just a few months after my duel with Yuan Wuzong Kunlun, Jian Xie appeared in Kunlun and killed more than thirty masters with one sword. This kind of martial arts cultivation is rare in the entire world. These signs are indeed very suspicious." Mr. Ge looked solemn and cautious. "Since then, Yuan Wuzong has died, and Guiyin Jiexi has also disappeared with him. There has been no news about Yuan Wuzong until now. Based on my understanding of Yuan Wuzong , there is no way he would bring Guiyin Jiexi into the coffin too!"
"Gui Yin's Ring Seal!" Lao Wu suddenly said in a cold voice: "If it weren't for Yuan Wuzong back then, how could my Gui Yin sect's hundreds of years of foundation be destroyed in one day? How could we hide our names in this small Wenfeng Villa now? Can't move inside? It's really hateful!"
Lao Wu's words were excited, and his whole body exuded wild energy.
"Lao Wu, you are impulsive again!" Mr. Ge also warned coldly: "All of this is just speculation before it is finally confirmed. Have you forgotten the purpose of our establishment of Wenfeng Villa? He sighed softly, looked at Lao Wu with a complicated look in his eyes, and said, "You have been with me for decades, but you seem to have not completely lost your impetuous and frivolous temper. Is it possible that you have been with me for such a long time?" Doesn't being anonymous allow you to have a deeper enlightenment? I know you have resentment in your heart. Although you resent me as a master and disciple, without the blessing of the sect's sacred object Gui Yin Jie Seal, you and I would have no master and disciple. The name. But that is also temporary. As long as you find the Guiyin Ring Seal, you, Wei Ran, can become a true disciple of Guiyin."
As soon as these words came out, Lao Wu was startled for a moment, and then all the energy in his body disappeared without a trace, and he returned to his previous calm and void appearance. He said respectfully and carefully: "Wei Ran will keep in mind what the owner of the village said. He will continue to polish his mind in the future and will never forget his original intention."
"The lessons learned for nearly a hundred years are still felt yesterday." Mr. Ge gradually regained his composure, "What we can do now is to take every step and be cautious. We will definitely be able to get what should belong to us again, but it will take some time. That’s it, we’ve been waiting for so long and we don’t care if we wait any longer.”
Wei Ran, the fifth child, did not answer immediately.
Ge Lao picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. The tea was cold and tasted bitter. "Those things are like this cup of tea. Although it tastes bitter, it allows me to remember the shame of a hundred years ago."
"It seems that Jian Xie is very likely to be the key to finding the Guiyin Jiexi." Wei Ran calmed down and seemed to have a different thinking than ordinary people.
"Until his true identity is found, all speculations are unknown." Mr. Ge raised his hand to signal Wei Ran not to say more, and said: "After so many years of searching, we still found nothing. I almost doubt whether he is a human or a ghost. . If he really wanted to hide his whereabouts, then this person is no longer an ordinary terrifying existence."
"I always believe that there is no one in this world who can completely hide his identity." Wei Ran muttered: "Unless he is just a flash in the pan just to kill people, he really has nothing to do with the ghost lineage."
Ge Lao said meaningfully: "Even if he really has nothing to do with us, judging from his sudden appearance and sudden disappearance, he must be carrying a huge secret, and the hidden value of such a secret is also very huge. . If we can master his secret, the reciprocal rewards will be equally immeasurable."
"Because of such a secret, I believe many people in the world will be interested." Wei Ran said.
Ge Lao smiled slightly and said: "It's a profitable business, so naturally everyone will accept it."
Suddenly there was extremely faint footsteps outside the room.
Ge Lao waved slightly, Wei Ran understood and walked to the door lightly.
Subtle footsteps came to a stop outside the door, and someone whispered: "For the owner of the village, today's news has been sorted out. According to the owner's instructions, my subordinates selected a few relevant pieces of news and asked the owner to review them personally. .”
Wei Ran walked to the door and reached out to take a wooden tray from the person outside. There were several scrolls on the tray.
Wei Ran waved his hand, and the faint footsteps outside the door left quietly.
"Lao Wu, help me see if there is anything worthy of attention in the world in the past two days?"
Ge Laofu sat on the chair again.
"yes."
Wei Ran nodded, walked back to the room and started flipping through the scrolls on the plate.
Wei Ran picked up a roll of paper and began to read: "D-word news: Kou Yan, the leader of the Jiangnan Perak Hall, accidentally ignited the gunpowder while developing a new firearm, the Perak Fire Bomb, and died suddenly."
The intelligence information in Wenfeng Villa is complex and numerous. According to the importance of the intelligence content, there are corresponding levels. The grade classification is based on the "Heavenly Stems", which are divided into ten grades: "A, B, C, D, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Rengui". The highest level is "A" and the lowest level is "Gui".
Pigeon Lao didn't move his expression. This D-level intelligence was obviously not enough to attract his attention.
Wei Ran, the fifth child, paused and then called another volume: "C-word news: The ninth-ranked assassin on the Red Mansion Black List failed to assassinate Gong Ziyu and died."
Hearing this, Ge Lao raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled calmly: "The Red Mansion also misses a day. This is interesting."
Wei Ran did not immediately report the next volume of news. He looked at Ge Lao and said, "What's interesting is that Gong Ziyu seems to have gotten into trouble as well."
"Gong Ziyu?" Mr. Ge put his hands on the edge of the chair, tapped lightly, and said calmly: "That boy, the ghosts and ghosts are not very simple."
"Yes. I also know that this person has been very popular in the past few years, but if he doesn't stop properly, he may encounter greater trouble. After all, his line of work has vaguely touched the interests of others." Wei Ran said calmly.
"Are you talking about Honglou?" Mr. Ge said with a smile: "It seems that Gongziyu has done very well in business in recent years, especially in the murder business. His level is almost the same as Honglou. As a business competitor, It's only a matter of time before Honglou creates trouble for him. But judging from Gong Ziyu's style, even though Honglou is powerful, he may not be able to take advantage."
Wei Ran paused for a moment and then said: "The owner of the village seems to have some special care for this Gong Ziyu."
Keeping a faint smile on his face, Mr. Ge said: "This young man is very clever and has a deep mind. He seems to have no stories worth noting, but in fact it is not the case. Because people who are too transparent can create many stories themselves. This There are too many boring people and boring things in the world. It is rare to meet an outstanding person like him, which is quite to my liking."
"The day after Gong Ziyu first stepped into Wenfeng Villa four years ago, all the news about him was sent to the Villa." Wei Ran looked calm and read out a long list that he had already known by heart. According to the information, "Gong Ziyu, whose surname is Cen, whose given name is Ningzhi, whose surname is Yaoyuan, and whose ancestral home is Suzhou. He has a delicate mind and a sophisticated personality, a calm and calm personality, and is especially good at manipulating human nature. It is unknown whether he has martial arts skills. From the intelligence Look, there is nothing suspicious about him: he was born in an ordinary family. He studied since childhood with the goal of gaining fame and honoring his ancestors. Unfortunately, his parents died of the plague shortly after he became an adult, and his family declined. Then he went to Beijing alone. He was rushing to take the exam, but nearly died in an accident on the way. From then on, he became discouraged and began to wander around the world. A few years later, he began to emerge in the world under the name Gong Ziyu and started a business as a middleman. There is currently no trace of his relationship with him. We have no connection. He seems to be a relatively honest person."
Mr. Ge seemed to be very satisfied with Wei Ran's performance. He smiled slightly and said, "Compared to his past and background, he himself interests me more." He raised his hand to signal Wei Ran to continue with the next message.
"The second word of news is that Ye Suzhen, a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain Chongzhen Sword Sect, is still in Changzhou City." Wei Ran raised his eyebrows slightly when he read this message.
Ge Lao tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair for a moment, then he took a breath and said: "The death of a Changzhou Iron Sword Li Yuansong led to the Taoist sect's extraordinary talents to appear in the world. Lu Huaichen, an old man with a nose, , it seems that the anger has not dissipated completely."
Wei Ran responded promptly: "Although the Qingcheng Mountain Chongzhen Sword Sect has been firmly at the head of the Taoist sect for ten years, it has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and few of its disciples travel around the world. Otherwise, with the reputations of Lu Huaichen and Qi Huayang's masters and disciples, how could they be? It was only his turn that a disciple of a Chongzhen lay disciple would become famous in the world. However, previous intelligence showed that Ye Suzhen, who had already become famous in the world, came down for the first time to go to Changzhou to congratulate Li Yuansong on his withdrawal from the world. But this incident is quite intriguing. : Li Yuansong, who has been away from Chongzhen for many years, even if he has gained some fame in the world, but in terms of his influence on Chongzhen, he is obviously not important enough to let Lu Huaichen, a disciple of Lu Huaichen, who is known as a rare genius in Taoism for a century To the point of coming down in person to congratulate.”
Ge Lao's expression did not change, he just continued to tap his fingers habitually and said: "This problem is obvious. Ye Suzhen, who has always been regarded as a treasure by Chongzhen and who was deliberately concealed by Lu Laodao, must have another purpose for going down the mountain this time. In addition, Ye Suzhen must have had another purpose when he went down the mountain. Not long ago, Taoist Niubi passed the title of headmaster to Qi Huayang. Although these two things are not related on the surface, there must be hidden secrets that others don't know."
The strange old man, who looked like he was only in his early sixties but was actually over a hundred years old, had a deep look on his face. He said thoughtfully: "The Chongzhen Sword Sect under the guidance of Niubi Old Taoist Master has become a world-famous sword sect." The leader of the Taoist sect, and he himself has long been ranked as one of the top three religions; his martial arts skills have surpassed this world for decades without ever losing. Although he never said that he is the best in the world, he is still the best in the world. Among martial arts practitioners, who wouldn’t admit in their hearts that he is already the number one person standing at the pinnacle of martial arts in the Central Plains?”
The old man paused for a moment, showing a clear-eyed expression, and continued with interest: "The ability of an old Taoist to reach such a state can be regarded as a legend for the ages. But looking at the Central Plains martial arts, there have not been many decent ones in the past thirty years. As a result of the decline of martial arts among the younger generation, they have an inescapable relationship with him, Lu Huaichen. Because he stood too high, so high that everyone could only look up at him but could not touch him. He alone could overwhelm all the warriors in this world. He couldn't hold his head up, let alone stand out or even reach his height. Compared with the destiny of the martial arts in the martial arts world, Lu Huaichen couldn't bear such a heavy weight by himself. Even if he could finally prove his magical power and become an immortal, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to pass on to future generations. Leave a good name."
When Wei Ran heard this, he couldn't help but feel slightly moved. He whispered to the old man: "Lv Huaichen is a man of great talent. He is indeed the first martial artist in the Central Plains in the past hundred years to practice both Taoism and Swordsmanship. But the Central Plains is not alone in the world. In terms of situation, if compared with the owner of the village, he would be slightly inferior."
Although this was somewhat flattering, he said it very confidently. Because the old man in front of him is actually an existence beyond the understanding of ordinary people, and it is definitely not comparable to the ordinary people in the world.
When the old man heard this, his heart did not waver at all, and his face was as calm as water. He said calmly: "Lao Wu, what you said is a bit shallow. I no longer have the mentality of fighting for victory a hundred years ago, because compared with the glory of returning to the sect and restoring the lost dignity, martial arts is nothing. It's insignificant. But having said that, if my skill and body are intact, even if Lu Huaichen has escaped the shackles of his mortal body, I can still defeat him. But now, my skill and body have not yet recovered. If I really meet Lu Huaichen and I have to fight him If we fight, the result will not only be victory or defeat, but life and death."
As for who lives and who dies, it's really hard to say. After all, there is a saying that life and death are unpredictable.
Wei Ran's heart moved, and the old man's attitude towards the hypothetical question he raised was already clear - Mr. Ge and Lu Huaichen had different purposes for existing in the world, and their visions were even different, so the chance of them meeting was extremely small.
So Wei Ran never mentioned this issue again.
The old man continued leisurely: "So in my guess, Lu Huaichen must have expected or discovered some kind of situation, so he relieved himself of the heavy responsibility, and even sent the disciple Ye Suzhen, who had high hopes, to go down the mountain to practice, with the purpose of giving this place A chance to rejuvenate the already dead world."
Wei Ran frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "Is Lu Huaichen really going to do this?"
"If Old Master Niubi didn't have such vision and magnanimity, he would never reach the realm he is today." Ge Lao's words had a certain meaning, and then he raised his brows lightly, "What makes Old Master Niubi arrange it like this must be some kind of hidden secret." The reason is unknown, so what’s going on?”
Then he suddenly remembered something, couldn't help but reveal an unpredictable smile, and said to himself: "Gong Ziyu, it seems that you are really in trouble this time."
He pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "Is there any other news?"
Wei Ran opened the last scroll and blurted out, "Master, this is a piece of news!"
"The word A?" Mr. Ge's expression changed slightly and he said, "I haven't seen any news about the word A in a while. Let's read it and listen to it."
Wei Ran looked at the scroll carefully and read slowly: "Today at Mao hour, there is a fast horse in Chunqiu Pavilion carrying a letter, and they have rushed to the Izumo Mountain Sword Sect!"
After Wei Ran finished reading, he looked up at the old man.
"Chunqiu Pavilion, Sword Sect?" Elder Ge's face showed a solemn look for the first time. He sat up straight from his chair and said, "There is actually a correspondence between the black and white sects of the Central Plains martial arts. This is something new."
He slowly stood up and left the chair. While pondering, he walked slowly to a wooden shelf. He looked up at the top grid of the shelf and his eyes slowly began to move.
On the entire shelf, there is the word "A" engraved on it. Obviously, what is stored is the highest-level A-level intelligence in the world.
As Mr. Ge's slowly moving eyes finally stopped at the edge of the shelf, the old man raised his hand casually, and a scroll popped out of the grid, and then slowly fell on the old man's hand.
The ability to capture objects from afar at will would be a big surprise if others saw it. But to Wei Ran on the side, it was already commonplace and not surprising.
The scroll was already slightly yellowish and dusty, and must have been there for some time.
The old man flicked his palm, and the unwarranted wind silently swept away the dust on the scroll, revealing the two small words on it.
Jian Zong.
The old man stretched out two fingers and gently opened the scroll, and the lines of tiny characters recorded on it began to jump into the old man's eyes.
Wei Ran stood quietly not far away, silent.
After a long time, Mr. Ge gathered the scroll again and handed it to Wei Ran.
The latter paused but did not open it. Because Wei Ran knew the old man very well, he would not do anything beyond his reach, even trivial things, if he did not receive clear instructions.
That's the rule.
"I see. Another ten years have passed before I knew it." The old man's tone contained a bit of emotion. He put his hands into his wide sleeves, turned his eyes to the window, and said: "It seems that this world that has been silent for many years will soon... There will be a commotion because of that letter. No wonder the wise old man did those two things at this time, it seems to be the right time."
Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Master, is it possible that something will happen to Chunqiu Pavilion and Jianzong?"
"That letter should be a letter of challenge." The old man walked to the window. Where he looked, the setting sun was shining brightly, reflecting the layers of mist between the mountains. Occasionally, the mountain wind howled and rolled up. Lin Tao rises in waves, and for a moment it is as invisible as a mountain roaring and a tsunami, and thousands of swords return to the clan.
"Thirty years ago, the world of the Central Plains was in a glorious and prosperous era, and it could be said that a hundred schools of thought were contending. Chunqiu Pavilion, founded by Hua Zipiao, was in the midst of rapidly expanding its power; and Zhuo Shiran was also the most likely person of the Sword Sect to become the new sect leader at that time. Rising stars. These two people are one of the most representative figures of that era. Zhuo Shiran is a decent and upright person; Hua Zi Piao Ren is as the name suggests, romantic and suave, both righteous and evil. Logically speaking, these two people should never have any intersection. , but the same characteristics in the two people still made them meet and get to know each other."
"Same characteristics?" Wei Ran was slightly startled when he heard this, and then he understood immediately. He is worthy of being someone who has been with the old man for decades. He is also familiar with many things in the world, so some things can be understood with just one word. He suddenly said: "These two people are now masters of the same sect. They only have one characteristic in common..."
He paused slightly and continued: "They all use the same weapon, which is the sword."
"That's right, they all use swords." The old man looked into the distance with reminiscence in his eyes, and said: "The arena thirty years ago was not only the glorious era of martial arts in the Central Plains, but also the heyday of swordsmanship. In the sword world of the Central Plains at that time, not only was there Lu Laodao who could reach the sky with his sword, but there was also the Confucian scholar Sword Shang Yixing who was so popular and popular as a gentleman. Then Qi Huayang, who was Chongzhen, responded to the situation and moved the world with his sword. He is almost on par with his master. A little further back, there is the world-class battle between the two swordsman geniuses Jianzong Zhuo Shiran and Hua Zipiao. The two are so bright for a while, it is really a wonderful rivalry. Original position The two clearly understood each other and became close friends who were both enemies and friends. In the end, they agreed to fight every ten years to prove each other's swordsmanship."
"In the blink of an eye, the world is in a trance, and the years have passed. The two of them have competed twice, and both ended in draws. From the records, it is now the third decade of their meeting." Although the old man had not personally participated in that year, In the exciting arena, but as a witness who is unknown and dormant in the darkness, he also has extraordinary feelings, so when he talks about the past, he will also have some warm feelings in his heart.
"Thirty years later, this world has become completely unrecognizable due to the nearly devastating accident that year. So there is an urgent need for someone to revitalize this world." The old man suddenly smiled, his eyes Revealing a deep and unpredictable meaning, he said slowly: "Now Zhuo Shiran has become the master of the sword sect, and Hua Zipiao has become the leader of the largest gang in the world, commanding almost half of the underworld forces in the world. The two of them discussed swords again , is an opportunity to start a new atmosphere in this world. And opportunities are also accompanied by variables, and these variables also mean the same opportunities to us, but with different purposes."
"Spread the word, find out the specific time and place where Zhuo Shiran and Hua Zipiao discussed sword fighting, and then spread the news about their sword fight. Although such a rare event in the world has nothing to do with us, we should also secretly contribute to it. Create a momentum for these two martial arts masters." The old man squinted his eyes again, with a complicated and unpredictable expression.
"Yes. I'll do it right away." Wei Ran replied respectfully.
"Also, do you know where Qianxue is now?" the old man suddenly asked.
Wei Ran, who was about to turn around and leave, immediately replied after hearing this: "That girl should be on her way to Changzhou now."
The old man nodded slightly and signaled Wei Ran to leave.
The old man's eyes gradually converged, and finally they converged into two points of cold light. At this time, an unprecedented light of hope began to emerge in his heart.
"After waiting for so many years, let this world that is about to be turbulent give me the answer to everything!"
