Sword of Coming

Watching a pure martial artist break through three realms and four realms, but there is such a scenery to see, Song Yushao suddenly felt that no matter how unpalatable the current world is, it is not a loss if he can live for a few more years.

Song Yushao gently tapped the old sword on his waist, attracted by the powerful energy on the other side of the waterfall. The long sword in the sheath, which had already developed a resonance with the old man, felt a little lonely and unbearable. Song Yushao, who was standing in the waterside pavilion, said sadly: "If Gao Feng was still alive, he might be the one standing here tonight."

The second owner of Jianshui Villa, Song Gaofeng, was also the father of the young owner Song Fengshan. He was also a swordsman with first-class qualifications in the world. Unfortunately, he was jealous of his talents and was trapped by love, so he went astray. This is also Song Yushao's biggest problem. The tragedy was largely caused by Song Yushao, because Song Fengshan's mother was also a Shanze spirit, a taboo that was not tolerated by the world, but at that time Song Yushao was so high-spirited that he never cared about worldly views. With only one sword, he looked down upon the government and the public of Shushui. He believed that he was invincible, so he began to climb mountains alone to visit immortals, and finally rescued a kind-hearted young man. The girl is the spirit of plants and trees that transforms into human form. Instead of rejecting her origin, Song Yushao brought her back to the villa. She and the young boy Song Gaofeng fell in love with each other. Song Yushao still had no objection to this and finally sat calmly in the high hall. , accepted the toast from the loving man and woman.

If it ends here, it can be regarded as a good relationship, but things in the world are unpredictable. A flower garden carefully cultivated by a charming woman is full of spiritual energy. Flowers and plants are spring all the time. I don’t know when they will bloom. People in the martial arts spread rumors about this mountain behind the villa. The flower garden has become the panacea that countless warriors in the world dream of. If you eat one tree, you can increase your skill for ten years. After that, if someone steals one or two trees, the kind-hearted woman will turn a blind eye. The eye can be taken away by thieves. The villa has also made it clear that the plants planted in the flower garden have no magical effect in increasing people's power, but only slightly extend their life. As time goes by, the masters and masters who covet the flower garden in the world, Gradually, the dirty thoughts disappeared, but one day, most of the flower garden was stolen. The thief was not satisfied and trampled all the remaining flowers and plants, leaving a mess on the ground. The flower garden is not conducive to the advancement of martial arts warriors, but it is an opportunity for Song Gaofeng's wife to achieve great success. After this catastrophe, the woman was heartbroken and her body was broken.

Song Gaofeng followed the clues and found out that the culprit was actually a Jianghu woman who hated him because of her love. Song Gaofeng handed out the sword without hesitation, but was blocked by the woman's father. You must know that the man was combing the water at that time. The country's martial arts leader is a boxing master from several countries and a border military general. He has deep-rooted officialdom connections and is deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor. The so-called martial arts leader who is popular among the people is just a means for the emperor to control the world.

No matter how desperately Song Gaofeng fought, he was no match for that person. After returning to Jianshui Villa, the woman and her father also came to apologize. The old man who was the leader of the martial arts league, as a leader in the world of the same generation as Song Yushao, was actually willing to He cut off his arm on the spot and stood outside the villa with blood dripping from his chest, saying that he could atone for his daughter's sins. Even if Song Yushao's swordsmanship was superior to that man's martial arts cultivation, what could he do? Cut off that man's arm again? Then cut off the head of the woman who caused the trouble with a sword?

We can only leave it at that.

Song Gaofeng didn't say a word, didn't even show his face, he just stayed by his wife's bedside.

After the father and daughter left, Song Yushao turned around sadly and went to tell his son about the outcome of the matter. Song Gaofeng closed the door and only said three words, "I know."

In the end, Song Yushao found out that his son Song Gaofeng had entered the magic way, practiced a magic secret book, and walked around the world for the last time, destroying his face, changing weapons, leaving the sword at home, and washing his hands and resigning in the boxing master Jinpen. On the day of the alliance leader's meeting, Song Gaofeng sneaked into the mansion and was seriously injured, but he successfully killed the enemy. By the time Song Gaofeng returned to the villa, he had run out of fuel and finally died with his dying wife with his eyes closed.

At that time, Song Yushao was standing outside the door, and his still young grandson Song Fengshan stayed silently beside his parents' bed, without shedding a tear or saying a word.

When people are in the arena, not only can they not control themselves, but they can also control their minds.

Song Yushao's guilt towards Song Gaofeng was passed on to his grandson Song Fengshan, especially when Song Fengshan insisted on marrying a charming woman. After that incident, Song Yushao was completely disheartened and regretted himself even more, so even if Song Fengshan colluded Among the other three evil spirits in Shushui Kingdom, Song Yushao is still unwilling to kill him, and will no longer use his own rules to control Song Fengshan who insists on his own way.

Song Yushao knew what Song Fengshan was going to do.

That night, Song Gaofeng killed the former martial arts leader who was someone in the court, but the real culprit escaped. Later, His Majesty the Emperor did not want to break up with Jianshui Villa, and probably felt a little guilty, so he took the responsibility himself. The matchmaker made the poor woman who survived the disaster become the wife of a meritorious general of Shushui Kingdom and the highest-ranking royal wife of a country.

Everyone knows that the old swordsman Song Yushao follows the rules of the world, so the emperor of the Shushui Kingdom, who is the best swordsman in the world, does not have to worry. As for Song Yushao's grandson, he was very young at the time. Everyone felt that his memory must be vague and he was destined to be a serious trouble.

In this way, the rivers and lakes of Shushui Kingdom have been peaceful and beautiful for more than 20 years, and the throne of the leader of the martial arts alliance has been vacant for more than 20 years.

Until Song Fengshan opened the gate of Jianshui Villa and entertained heroes from all over with a grand banquet. The official alliance leader ceremony will be held tomorrow.

Song Yushao has no interest in Jianghu for a long time, but he is by no means careless about everything. Why has he often traveled alone in Jianghu for so many years? Is it really relaxing? Out of sight and out of mind for your grandson?

Absolutely not.

But Song Yushao clearly knew that one day dark clouds would descend upon the city and attack the Jianshui Villa where he had devoted his life. His grandson Song Fengshan would cross the line and secretly become the target of public criticism from both the government and the public under the seemingly beautiful situation. All this, Song Yushao has other knots in his heart. The first knot is that he is ashamed of his son Song Gaofeng. The second knot is that he abides by the rules of the world and what he does with his grandson. , completely opposite.

The Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom was hesitating in his heart whether to draw his sword to the court. Once the sword was drawn, Song Yushao actually didn't care at all whether it would challenge the emperor's majesty, but because it went against Song Yushao's original intention.

Because deep down in his heart, the old man never agreed with Song Fengshan's world.

All this cannot be told to anyone.

During the previous trip to the rivers and lakes, he originally wanted to find a martial arts senior who was both an enemy and a friend, the swordsman of the Caiyi Kingdom whose martial arts and martial arts were astonishing. Song Yushao not only wanted to learn swordsmanship, but also wanted to unravel this secret. Well, it's a pity that the old man with swordsmanship and supernatural powers died. This made Song Yushao have to return halfway, and then he had the encounter with the ancient temple.

The old man in black was filled with mixed emotions at the waterside pavilion. His thoughts were wandering, so much so that he did not notice that the young man who broke through with his punch had not left the curtain of the waterfall for a long time.

When Song Yushao realized something was wrong and was about to go to find out what was going on, he saw Chen Ping'an slowly walking out of the waterfall, leaping back and landing in the water pavilion. His bloody hands had been wrapped with cotton cloth.

Song Yushao put away those troublesome thoughts and asked with a smile: "I have tasted the wine of the villa. Now I have reached the level of a little master. How about it? Is it better?"

But Chen Ping'an's next words made the old man's eyes widen, "It seems that we are still a little short of breaking through. Now it's like breaking the waterfall with one punch, and there is still a step to cross."

Song Yushao looked at the young man's restrained momentum. His fists were gushing like a waterfall. He was worthy of a thousand four-character reviews. The old man was shocked and said: "You are clearly a real four-level man. I can even pat my chest and say, I've never seen him before." The three realms that are more solid and steady than you, and the current new four realms, Chen Pingan, how could you still feel that you are missing a step?!"

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Senior Song, I'm really off the mark. I can't explain the reason, but I know it. But now I know the general direction, and I have a road to walk on, and I won't be as aimless as before. The flies are bumping around, and they can get out of it bit by bit before reaching the old dragon city. If they are lucky, they may break through inexplicably when they arrive at the Xianjia Ferry in Shushui Country, but my luck has not been very good. , the possibility of breaking through again in Old Dragon City is even greater."

Song Yushao clasped his hands behind his back, slowly walked around the boy twice before stopping, and said in wonder: "There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. I have gained a lot of knowledge today."

Song Yushao laughed and said, "Let's go and have a drink. No matter what, even if you don't completely break through, it's still a great thing worth celebrating!"

Chen Pingan shook the wine gourd. There was still plenty of wine, so he nodded and said with a smile, "Okay."

Song Yushao suddenly asked: "In the small town outside the villa, there is a restaurant that serves hot pot. It is one of a kind. The ingredients are so good that guests can eat their tongues off. The wine is also good. Do you want to try it? It happens to be right now. It's time for dinner, I have a good relationship with the shopkeeper over there, so I can give you a 20% discount."

When Chen Ping'an heard that he could get a 20% discount, he immediately said boldly: "Then I'll pay for it!"

Song Yushao laughed and said, "Oh? We agreed in advance that a hot pot meal in the restaurant, plus good wine, will cost at least five or six taels of silver."

Chen Ping'an blinked and said without blushing, "The town is a bit far from the villa. Why don't we drink in the yard."

Song Yushao raised his thumb, "What a heroic spirit of spending a fortune!"

Chen Pingan laughed suddenly, "Go if you want. Why not? We'll have hot pot for lunch!"

Song Yushao was stunned for a moment, and did not give Chen Ping'an a chance to regret. He laughed loudly, said "Follow me," and then rushed out of the waterside pavilion, stepping on the high branches of the big tree, and rushed all the way to the outside of the villa.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​calling Xu Yuanxia and Zhang Shanfeng and followed them closely.

When he reached the top of the waterside pavilion, Chen Pingan turned his head and looked at the waterfall and smiled.

On the stone wall behind the water curtain of the waterfall, the boy secretly carved two lines of words with his fingers. From top to bottom, one line wrote the name of a girl, and the other line wrote "Chen Ping'an is here for a visit". The boy hopes that next time When he came to Jianshui Villa again, he had that girl beside him.

Of course, Chen Pingan only dared to think so secretly.

In Mu Ping Alley and Xinghua Alley, as long as every household has weddings and weddings, neighbors are willing to take the initiative to help. This is the same as adding soil to the grave. It is left behind by ancestors without any explanation. Someone in Xinghua Lane got married today, to a wealthy woman from Taoye Lane. This family in Xinghua Lane had a good reputation. Back then, even an old woman with a bad reputation like Granny Ma stayed with this family. It is close, so there are nearly twenty tables for the wine table alone. As long as you give a red envelope, whether it is a piece of silver or a few copper coins, you can have a meal on the table and feel happy.

There were several unfamiliar faces at the wine table. The first one was relatively familiar. He was an old man who lived in an old house in Mubo Alley. He dressed up as a rich man and often wandered around the town. Over time, he became a familiar face. His surname was Cao, and he was a neighbor. People used to call him Lao Cao. Lao Cao was kind to everyone and greeted everyone with a smile. He didn't have any pretensions to being a rich man. He could chat with the people in the surrounding market for a long time. He often chatted with the old man Han of the same family who was married. , so I had a wedding banquet today, and I packed a big red envelope, which gave me enough face. The old man, who put on brand new clothes, even specially invited his son and daughter-in-law to toast him.

Lao Cao brought three people with him, all named Cao. Cao Jun, a handsome young man, also lived in the Cao family's old house on Ni Ping Lane. There was also a pair of grandparents who had returned to the town from other places. It was said that they were all Lao Cao's. The relatives in the capital, it seems, are doing well, they seem to be scholars, and they seem to have a bit of official aura. Of course, they may be people in the capital, they are all like this.

Lao Cao was a lively person and often took the initiative to run around and toast with a wine glass. The pair of Cao's grandsons from the capital next to the table were obviously not used to this noisy scene and were not very comfortable with their hands and feet. They sat there. On the ground, he occasionally picks up a dish with chopsticks and takes a sip of medium-priced soju from a small town wine shop. Cao Jun is relatively at ease. He puts his feet on the bench and drinks by himself. He looks askance at Lao Cao and some old men calling themselves brothers and smiles. Play with it.

The old relative in Taoye Lane, although his family is in decline, is still much richer than in Xinghua Lane, so he is a little embarrassed. The neighbors in Niping Lane in Xinghua Lane also think this is normal, and Tao from Fulu Street The courtyard of Yexiang is no longer as beautiful as it used to be, and ordinary people can't afford it. If it weren't for Lao Han's son who was promising and now working as an errand in Longquan County, how could he be so lucky as to marry a rich lady from Taoye Lane?

Lao Cao went to another place to hang out at the wine table. Cao Jun took a sip of strong wine, took a deep breath, quickly picked up a chopstick of hoof meat, turned to look at the grandfather and grandson, and asked with a smile in Dali Mandarin: "What? Are you not used to eating and drinking? How about the three of us go back to another place and go to a restaurant to have a good meal? "

The old man in a plain green shirt shook his head with a smile and said: "Don't be so particular. I'm just used to eating vegetarian food in the capital, and I'm not used to the big meat at the wedding banquet. It's not that I look down on the customs here. What's more, this is Huaihe County in Longquan County. Huang County is originally the ancestral land of my Cao family. As descendants, how can we forget our roots?"

The handsome Cao Jun nodded and said with a smile: "It is our family's misfortune to have such an unreliable ancestor."

The old man never dared to answer the call.

Talking about a family ancestor of the eleventh realm sword cultivator, even if the old man is an important minister of the Shangzhu Kingdom of the Great Li Dynasty, he does not have the courage and courage.

The handsome young man with a very different demeanor from Cao Jun is named Cao Mao. He is the new kiln supervisor of Longquan County and an official directly under the yamen of the Ministry of Rites. He has a beautiful tree in the wind and is known as the Yushu of the Cao family in Dali officialdom. . At that time, Cao Mao was the only one riding a horse at the Huaizhai Inn to greet the Imperial Master. Cao Mao, smelling of alcohol, staggered off his horse and entered the inn. This clearly shows that this noble son of the capital was different from the ordinary.

When Cao Xi returned to his seat, even Cao Mao subconsciously sat upright. The old man in green shirt sat upright, put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine bottle, and took the initiative to pour wine for his ancestor Cao Xi, who was separated by countless generations.

Cao Xi drank the wine in one breath, put down the glass, looked at the guests who came in to congratulate him, stood up and said: "Stop squatting in the latrine, let's make room for the people behind us, and let's go."

A group of four people left the courtyard. The courtyards of several houses near the alley were filled with wine tables. Cao Xi led the three of them into the Mud Bottle Alley and asked casually: "Has your emperor returned to the capital?"

The old man replied respectfully: "Reporting to our ancestors, His Majesty the Emperor is ill and has returned north to the capital via the post road in Longquan County."

When Cao Xi passed by the Gu family's ancestral house, he turned around and took a look at the dilapidated and uninhabited house with old Spring Festival couplets. He stopped and said, "It is said that the mother and son of this family were taken to Qingxia Island in Shujian Lake by Zhenjun Jie Jiang. , that little kid named Gu Can, before leaving the town, got a great opportunity to be able to control a water dragon that is comparable to a ten-level qigong practitioner? And that water dragon's level has risen so fast, it is very likely that in a short time Break through the bottleneck of the ten realms in just a few decades?"

The old man nodded and said: "Under the personal arrangement of the Imperial Master, the Great Li Imperial Court has established a new intelligence agency to record the growth experiences of these children in Lizhudongtian. In addition to Gu Can, there are also Ma Kuxuan and Fu who were in Xinghua Lane just now. Zhao Yao from Lu Street, Xie's elder sister Xie Lingqi, most of them are from small towns, but there are also Qi practitioners from other places who have gained opportunities and blessings here, such as Prince Gao Xuan of the Sui Dynasty, a total of sixteen people."

Cao Xi walked forward slowly and stopped again, "What about these two families?"

The owners of two adjacent houses, one has been recorded as Song Mu in the Dali Song family tree, and has just returned to the capital with His Majesty the Emperor, while the other, named Chen Ping'an, has traveled far south, but owns two shops in the town. , there are five hills in the west mountain.

The old man looked embarrassed and said: "Among the sixteen people, there should be no His Royal Highness and Chen Pingan."

Cao Xi said, "What about Li Xisheng?"

Old Man Qingshan, who is from the Great Li Shangzhu Kingdom, shook his head and said: "No."

Cao Xi turned to look at Cao Jun, who had both long and short swords hanging on his waist, "You fought against Li Xisheng. He was a six-level swordsman, but you, a nine-level swordsman, returned without success. How do you feel?"

Cao Jun said angrily: "What else can I do? He is awesome, I am just a loser."

Cao Xi said with a smile: "Next, you, a loser, will go to the border to join the army soon. If you are lucky, you can stay with Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li vassal, and follow the Great Li cavalry all the way south. Maybe you can kill the treasure in one go. We only stopped in the middle of Pingzhou, so what do you think?"

Cao Jun said straightforwardly: "Let's eat and wait until death."

Cao Mao, who is a member of the first-class family in Da Li, sincerely admires Cao Jun. Although he and the swordsman appear to be about the same age, they are actually a dozen years apart. During this time, they often drank flower wine together, and knew that Cao Jun Jun's cynicism and his tendency to keep everything out of his mind are revealed in his bones, not just superficial words.

Cao Xi said sternly: "If you can't kill one or two ten-level old bastards within ten years, I will kill you with my own hands then!"

Cao Jun held the back of his head with both hands and smiled at Cao Mao: "After I die, remember to help me collect my body and bury it over there in the Immortal Tomb. I think the feng shui is good there. I will be neighbors with clay sculptures of Buddhists, Bodhisattvas and Taoist heavenly officials." , you will feel better if you live there, because you don’t have to listen to anyone’s nagging, your ears will be clean, and no one will disturb your dreams.”

It may not be that he is sorry for his misfortune, but it is true that he is angry that he will not fight. Cao Xi said angrily: "You little bastard! Do you know what price I paid to repair the innate sword energy lotus pond in the center of your lake? ?!”

When Cao Jun laughed, his eyes narrowed into slits, like a cunning fox, "How do I know this? How about you tell me?"

Cao Xi sneered: "With descendants like you, the family is just as unlucky. No matter how much smoke rises from the ancestral graves, it's useless! Get out of here, go to the capital to find Song Changjing, and then go directly to the southern border. I don't want to see you again in the next ten years." your turn."

Cao Jun left as soon as he said so, stood up from the ground, laughed wantonly, and headed north against the wind.

Cao Mao, the supervisor who knew the rules of this place, was about to warn him, but it was already too late.

On the bank of the Longxu River in the south of the town, there was a military sage in the sword shop who sneered, "You don't have a long memory."

In the blue sky of Longquan County, a scene like water gushing from a spring appeared, and a long sword slowly rose.

"Ruan Qiong, don't you give me this little face?"

Cao Xi's face was gloomy, and he flicked his wrist. The natal flying sword that looked like a thin green rope was the sword immortal Cao Xi's greatest reliance on being able to traverse the South Posu Continent. He was a half-immortal who refined a thousand-mile river into a sword in ancient times. Soldier, when Cao Xi's mind moved, although the green string on his wrist did not show its true form, it trembled slightly, leaking out a trace of green water vapor, and quickly swept towards the sky where Cao Jun's figure disappeared.

Ruan Qiong's sword emerged from the spring and slashed at the head of Cao Jun, a swordsman who had broken the rules. The speed was far faster than the speed of Cao Jun Yufeng heading north. If there were no accidents, Cao Jun would not have to wait until Cao Jun left Jiuli. At the border of Zhudongtian, his head was about to be chopped off with a sword.

Fortunately, a surging blue river appeared out of thin air between Ruan Qiong Feijian and Cao Jun. The river cut off the sky and blocked Ruan Qiong Feijian's path.

A sword cuts through the river, which is only a few miles wide. The long green river actually folds up at both ends, pressing against the fierce flying sword that continues to sweep forward. The river slaps the shore, constantly blocking the forward movement of the flying sword that is like a small boat. , even if the river is endless, the flying sword controlled by the Fengxue Temple military sage can still cut the river and cut the water, moving forward indomitably.

Cao Jun didn't stop, but turned around, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and just hit the tip of Ruan Qiong's flying sword. Cao Jun's long sword flew high, vomiting a mouthful of blood, but his body retreated faster. Fly away.

A hundred-mile-long river rolled into a ball, tightly wrapping Ruan Qiong's flying sword. Sword energy continued to shoot out from the big ball of green river water, until finally the river shattered and turned into raindrops all over the sky, just water droplets. Before falling to the ground, it re-condensed into wisps of green sword energy and leisurely returned to the small town of Mud Bottle Alley.

Ruan Qiong's undamaged natal flying sword hovered high in the sky. After a moment's pause, a small puddle appeared under the long sword. The flying sword slowly downwards, submerged into the puddle, and then disappeared in the air.

The Posuzhou sword cultivator, who had been punched by Ruan Qiong before, successfully left the battlefield. Cao Jun laughed heartily: "The good wind sent me to the sky with its power! Thank you Saint Ruan and the ancestors for seeing me off!"

In the Mud Bottle Alley, the old man from Cao's Shangzhu Kingdom had mixed feelings. Although he was not a Qi practitioner, his family members worshiped many masters from the mountains, but he had only seen such earth-shattering fights between gods with his own eyes. Cao Mao, the kiln superintendent of the Cao family in the capital, asked: "Old ancestor, what if this offends the saint here?"

Cao Xi sneered and said: "If I can't defeat the Taoist Tianjun of the 12th level in Luzhou, Beiju, can I still not beat the new 11th level of Aquarius Continent? Cao Jun can disgrace the old Cao family, but I will not disgrace the practitioners of Posuzhou." The face of a spirit warrior!"

At this moment, Cao's Shangzhuguo and the superintendent Cao Mao truly realized why this ancestor, who seemed to be kind to others in the small town, could become the gatekeeper of the majestic town building by the sea.

A man stood at the other end of Mud Bottle Alley, "Then let's give it a try?"

Cao Xi grinned and said, "Okay, you pick the location and I'll pick the time!"

The man who came from the sword shop to raise an army to question the crime said without hesitation: "In the mountains to the west, there is a mountain col with a radius of a hundred miles, which is inaccessible. Now there is a formation restriction set up by Da Li, which is enough for you and me to decide the winner. .”

Cao Xi nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, let's fight again in a hundred years!"

Ruan Qiong was stunned for a moment, spit on the ground, turned and left.

Cao Mao covered his face with his hands.

The Cao family went to Zhuguo and couldn't laugh or cry.

Cao Xi rolled his eyes and said, "What are you doing? This is called a battle of wits, you know nothing!"

Cao Xi walked into his old house first, and just as his grandfather and grandson were about to follow him, the door slammed shut.

Cao Mao and the grandfather of Da Li Shang Zhuguo looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to leave Mu Ping Alley and go to the supervising government office to secretly discuss the next layout of the family.

Storms have begun in the north of Aquarius Continent, and the situation is favorable to the Great Li Dynasty. Of course, the sooner you enter the market, the greater the profit.

What's more, if the Cao family has great news today, their ancestor Cao Xi will stay in Aquarius Continent for a while, and the genius swordsman Cao Jun will join the Great Li Frontier Army. I believe that His Majesty the Emperor will read this incense more or less. In the next hundred years, it is a certain pattern that the Cao family will stabilize the temple's arch-rival Yuan family.

The old man surnamed Cui, who was used to wearing coarse linen clothes and walking barefoot in Luoshanzhulou, changed his temper after a visit from Lotus Crown Taoist Lu Chen, put on the scholar's blue shirt and scarf, and made himself a walking stick in the forest. He often went down the mountain to buy ancient books and study supplies. He arranged the second floor of the bamboo building like a study room of a scholarly family. Whenever he had time, he would write and paint.

The boy in green clothes and the girl in pink skirt looked at each other in confusion, mistakenly thinking that the old man was possessed. Later, the girl in pink skirt looked at the old man's calligraphy and often chatted with the old man, only to discover that the old man was a real scholar, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Jue, he has a very deep knowledge of the orthodox Confucian knowledge.

The boy in Tsing Yi is heartless and fearful of life and death. He only thinks about the old man practicing martial arts well and becoming the master of this small world in terms of martial arts. Then he can feel at ease. He often gossips with the old man and tells him about the hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Longquan County. Don't take it lightly, tell the truth about the treacherous clouds and waves in the Dali Jianghu, and you still need to rely on top-notch mountain top cultivation to scare the little people.

It's a pity that the old man didn't want to pay attention to this guy at all. At most, he only chatted with the girl in pink skirt who was asking for advice. As for the so-called martial arts, it seemed that he just dropped it on the ground and never picked it up again. The little boy disciple in green said Naihe, lamenting that it is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself, so he had no choice but to continue practicing diligently and try his best to digest the two high-quality snake gallstones that entered his stomach.

The new Beiyue God Wei Bo, who has been very busy recently, still comes to the Bamboo House from time to time to look at the small pond where a purple lotus seed is thrown.

In addition to the purple lotus seed left in Luo Lo Mountain, Chen Pingan listened to Wei Bo's suggestion at that time. Since he was the owner of Luo Lo Mountain, he left a piece of leisure on the first floor of the bamboo building as a thing to overcome the mountains and rivers. The seal is exactly "Chen Shiyi" carved by Qi Jingchun. There is no mystery. It is just a beautiful vision given to Chen Pingan by Qi Jingchun at that time.

Above the tenth level of martial arts, Fang is a human martial god, who can stand side by side with the top mountain qi practitioners in the world.

The girl in pink skirt paid great attention to this, almost more than the bookcase entrusted to her by the young Cui Han. Three times every morning, noon and evening, she would secretly take out the small seal her master taught her and use a satin scarf to carefully wipe. No matter how much the boy in Tsing Yi tried to deceive her, she would not allow him to have any influence on her.

Nowadays, the pink-skirted girl who was born in Zhilan House of Huangting Kingdom has broken through the last threshold of the Lower Five Realms with the help of the snake gallstone presented by Chen Ping'an and entered the first realm of the Middle Five Realms, the Cave Mansion Realm. After that came the seventh sea-viewing realm, the eighth dragon gate realm, the ninth golden elixir realm, and the tenth Nascent Soul realm. The road was still long and out of reach.

But compared to the kid in Tsing Yi who suddenly wants to make progress, the girl in pink skirt has to let nature take its course. In addition to tidying up the bamboo house every day, she also flips through books and looks at the scenery. Her mood is calm. Compared with The ferocious river snake and the charming fire python in the library should be more relaxed and casual.

So now the kid in Tsing Yi will despise her for being stupid, lazy and ignorant of progress.

At nightfall, a child in green clothes was meditating on the cliff, and a girl in pink skirt was sitting on a small bamboo chair eating melon seeds. The old man named Cui went downstairs, moved a bamboo chair and sat next to the girl, and said softly: "Thousand-year-old Cui family, Aquarius Island The first-class scholarly family has not been able to give birth to a fire python with wisdom like you, so it can be seen that chance is not something you can ask for."

The girl in pink skirt smiled obediently and asked: "Grandpa Cui, do you think my master is broke now?"

The old man gloated: "How can the three strongest realms of martial arts that I have polished with my own hands be so easy to break? It's probably still early. Maybe in the southernmost Old Dragon City, Chen Ping'an's realm will still remain motionless and stay there honestly. On the bottleneck of the three realms, I am so worried that I drink alcohol every day, and then I become a depressed alcoholic."

The girl in pink skirt complained in a low voice: "Grandpa Cui taught me half of my master's boxing skills. If I don't break the rules, how can you have fun secretly?"

The old man laughed and said: "You are not a member of our martial arts. You don't know the weight of the statement 'the strongest in the three realms in the world'. I killed Sun Shujian, the Cui family at the peak of the six realms, with one punch. It only took five seconds." Why? Just because a martial artist has a strong foundation. If the foundation is not good, it will sway like a high-rise building when the wind blows. If the foundation is good, it will be a famous mountain, standing tall on the earth, and nothing can be done with the slightest wind or rain. What, just scratching an itch."

The girl in pink skirt said sadly: "My grandfather has no one to take care of him. He has to do everything by himself when he is away from home. Will it delay his boxing practice?"

The old man glanced at the back of the child in green clothes, then looked away, looking at the worried little girl, and said with emotion: "It is considered that Chen Ping'an has trained him well. I don't know if the family will have a great career in the future. When it gets older, can Chen Ping'an still be like this and treat others with integrity? Whether the rules of a small family are good or not and whether the family tradition of a wealthy family is upright are two different things."

The girl in pink skirt raised her head and said innocently and cutely: "If such a day comes, Grandpa Cui, can you help my master?"

The old man touched the little fire python's head and said, "There are some housework matters that outsiders cannot help with."

The old man slowly stood up and pointed into the distance, "Just imagine, if one day, Chen Ping'an founded a sect, with you and the little water snake, and Qidun Shanhei with golden threads growing from his belly and four-legged dragon claws. Snake, there are so many mountains. Once there are masters sitting on each mountain in the future, such as the one who recognized Chen Pingan as his teacher... and the children who called Chen Pingan his junior uncle, then you will also become In the eyes of the world, the Immortal Family Mansion has sect elders who want to recruit disciples. Chen Pingan has tens, hundreds or even thousands of people under his command. Once there is a dispute in his family, Chen Pingan's palms and backs will be filled with flesh. , it’s not something that can be solved with a punch or a sword, how should we deal with it?”

The girl in the pink skirt had read all the history books of various countries in Zhilan Tower. She knew how difficult this issue was, and she no longer had the mood to eat melon seeds.

The old man surnamed Cui smiled and said: "Actually, there is no need to worry too much. Chen Ping'an is a little good, and maybe not many people will notice..."

The girl in the pink skirt waited for a long time, but did not wait for the old man to say anything. She couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa Cui, my master has so many advantages. Is there anything else that I don't know about?"

The old man laughed heartily and said: "You little girl is really good at flattering others, especially your master. She can turn spring breeze into rain and moisten things silently!"

The girl in the pink skirt was a little embarrassed and thought to herself that she was not trying to flatter him, because the master was so good.

The old man sat back on the bamboo chair, no longer being pretentious, and said with a smile: "Chen Pingan is easy to talk to. Everyone close to him will take this as a matter of course. But one day, Chen Pingan will be able to solve something." , it becomes very difficult to talk, or even the worst. At that time, strange things will happen, and everyone will feel... guilty and scared, and they will never be the first to refute anything."

The girl in pink skirt quickly clasped her hands together and murmured: "I don't want the master to be angry."

The old man sighed.

After he killed someone outside the bamboo house, he asked Chen Pingan angrily, "Will you practice boxing with me, or learn to be a human being with me?"

This is what the old man said from the bottom of his heart. In fact, it is not that he is an old man who has his eyes high above his head. He thinks that he cannot convince Chen Ping'an calmly when it comes to "being a human being"?

But if that were not the case, why would the old man be willing to take Chen Ping'an as the successor of his boxing skills?

To recruit a disciple, you must recruit someone who is expected to surpass you in the future. One is enough! Otherwise, what if we recruit a group of disciples from the Ninth Realm and the Tenth Realm? Aren't they just a few ants under the general trend? !

The girl in the pink skirt suddenly asked timidly: "If one day, Grandpa Cui, you do something wrong, and then my father gets angry, will you be afraid?"

The old man knocked a chestnut on the little guy's head, then stood up and left, angrily saying: "The little girl really doesn't know how to chat!"

On the other side of the cliff, the boy in green, who had been eavesdropping with his ears raised, turned his head with a wicked smile and gave a thumbs up to the girl in pink skirt.

The girl in the pink skirt happily ate melon seeds, thinking to herself that it’s not me who is great, but my master.

Old man Yang of the Yang family shop has guarded the small backyard year after year. For countless years, generations of Yang family's children have not only taken over the Yang family's head, but also some hidden secrets in the family who were lucky enough to become Qi practitioners. The characters were able to know the shocking secret, and carefully helped the old man guard the secret. The rest, whether they were the children of the Yang family who were born, old, sick and died, or the clerks in the drug store, generation after generation would only know that there was such a person in the Yang family store. An old man who is "the same age as his elders" is nothing more than that. I only know that the old man stays at home all year round, has a weird temperament, and is difficult to deal with, but he is very good at treating diseases and saving people. Of course, it costs a lot of money, otherwise no matter who you are, as long as you pay If you can't afford it, prepare a coffin. The coffin shop is on the same street anyway.

Old Man Yang is still smoking dry cigarettes in the backyard today, but he has in his hand a novel newly published by Dali Publishing House. This novel was written by a novelist who was once one of the top ten in the world. However, as time goes by, , just like Mohism, one of the four great schools of thought, is no longer a prominent school, and novelists have also become one of the most common schools of thought. Most of them write some unfashionable official and unofficial histories, as well as rosy and erotic novels that are loved by secular people. To gain gimmicks, of course, there are also criticisms of current events. In fact, a large part of the reputation of many emperors, generals and ministers in history was ruined by the words of novelists. For example, some rulers who devoted their lives to political reform In the end, the most well-known thing about the capable ministers was not the good ways to govern the country, but how he managed ten women in one night, and all of them were happy. Another example is that some Confucian great gentlemen and sages who have almost achieved immortality in their meritorious deeds and words actually sleep in a nunnery at night, and in the end they just become an old man who is not ashamed to collect ashes. However, the great etiquette and principles contained in this person's moral articles have become a reality. Empty talk and jokes.

Therefore, there was a Confucian sage who had no choice but to say angrily: "A low-ranking novelist is the first to harm the country and the people!"

It's just that the ceremonial saint who formulated and was in charge of the rules of the world still showed the greatest tolerance and tolerance in this regard just like his attitude towards the demon clan.

So Old Man Yang, who was reading the novel at this moment, couldn’t stand the three-fourth dispute in the Middle-earth Divine Continent. At most, he couldn’t stand the cultural purpose of the “four” and the four characters. Old Man Yang Be willing to give a thumbs up and say a nice word. As for the "three", a Confucian saint who was obviously named a sub-sage but was actually only the third-highest ranked Confucian saint in the Confucian Temple, Old Man Yang couldn't stand it. He thought that "sanctimonious", which had been reduced from a positive meaning to a derogatory meaning, was the most appropriate way to describe this person.

The novel with the faint fragrance of ink in Old Man Yang's hand was purchased by a shop clerk from the Shushi Street in Longquan County. It contains many stories about the heroes' rise to fame. When they were in adversity and desperate situations, There are always a few soul-stirring and heroic words, which are nothing more than resenting God for not opening his eyes. Every time Old Man Yang saw these, he seemed quite happy, but in the end he closed the book and said cheerfully: "You young people, just let it go." For God’s sake.”

After laughing, the old man put away his books, took a big gulp of smoke, then shook out a small object that looked like a small temple from his sleeves, threw it to the ground, thought about it, tapped the ground beside his feet with a bamboo stick, and whispered softly. Said: "Song Qing, come out."

Green smoke billowed out from the door of the small temple on the ground, and soon it condensed into the appearance of an old man with a weathered face. After seeing Old Man Yang, he bowed to the end and said in a deep voice: "I worship the Lord God."

Old Man Yang turned a deaf ear and just ordered: "You are allowed to leave the jurisdiction of this place. Within the Aquarius Continent, your realm is still the same. You are here to serve as a protector for Cao Jun, a descendant of the Cao family in Mu Ping Lane. As long as Cao Jun completes the repairs. In that Heart Lake Sword Pond, the descendants of the Song family of your lineage will inevitably rise in this general trend and enjoy the glory of the world for at least a hundred years. From now on, the situation of your family's descendants will be no matter how good or bad they are."

The old man was only in the shape of a ghost, but there was still green smoke condensed into a long sword hanging on his waist. The sword energy was gone, but the sword was full of intent. It was obvious that the old man must have been a swordsman during his lifetime. After hearing Old Man Yang's promise, the old man looked at him. He looked happy and bowed again: "Thank you God Lord for your grace!"

Old Man Yang then waved his sleeves, and suddenly there were golden talismans all over Old Man Qingyan's body. They were amulets that ensured Old Man Yinwu could walk between heaven and earth. Covered by a large puff of smoke, I'm afraid the bullfight will be angry and alarm all the qi practitioners in Longquan County.

Old Man Yang said: "Go, Cao Jun has gone to the Great Li Capital City now, you can tell him directly about the matter. Song Qing, if you dare to break the rules, not to mention you, Song Qing, will be driven out of his mind on the spot, I promise to kill you This lineage of the Song family will be eradicated and your incense will be cut off. There will be no trace of your lineage of the Song family for thousands of years to come."

The old man clasped his fists and said solemnly: "I will never dare to offend the Lord God!"

Old Man Yang sneered: "It's useless to talk more, I will watch your actions."

The old man took the order and passed away in a flash.

After the evil object in the small temple disappeared, Old Man Yang raised his head and looked at the thick sky of the vast world. He was speechless for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "There are gods three feet above the head, and the sky is watching what people are doing. If this is true, then what? Why is this so?"

On the second floor of a restaurant in a small town outside Jianshui Villa, an old man and a young man sat opposite each other by the window, eating hot pot. The table was filled with dishes, spring bamboo shoots, yellow throat, lamb, goose intestines, and duck blood. …

Of course, there are two bottles of good wine and a plate of fresh spicy sauce prepared by yourself. It is so red that it can make people who don't like spicy food have scalp numbness. In fact, Chen Pingan didn't like spicy food that much, but he couldn't stand the persuasion of Senior Song, saying that the restaurant had no less than seven or eight kinds of homemade hot sauces, and it would be a pity to miss any of them. Chen Pingan then bit the bullet and added them all to the plate. A spoonful.

Since Song Yushao never showed his true identity in the villa or the town, the chubby restaurant owner didn’t know the Sword Master of Shushui Country or even the old owner of Swordsman Villa. He only knew the surname Song. Brother, he is a connoisseur who knows his business and eats well. He will not let down his hot pot and good wine. So when he saw the old man coming with his friends, he was very happy. He personally took them to the second floor and chose such a good seat. From beginning to end, there is no need for a waiter to serve food and wine, the shop owner does everything himself.

Chen Pingan was sweating profusely and his face was red after eating, but he was no match for the delicious food. Besides, this time he paid the bill by himself. Chen Pingan felt unhappy if he didn't eat as much as possible.

Song Yushao looked at the young man who was eating freely. When he couldn't bear the spicy food, he would stupidly take a sip of wine. The spicy food became even more spicy. He was really ecstatic, but he refused to put down his chopsticks and stared at them intently. After eating the food in the hot pot that was ready for eating with chopsticks, Song Yushao was in a good mood. Compared to the past when he sat and drank alone here, the old man was able to eat his chopsticks much faster.

Song Yushao picked up a glass of wine, no longer calling himself "old man", and suddenly said: "Chen Ping'an, actually according to the old rules, I shouldn't appear in the waterside pavilion. A martial artist breaking through the realm is just like a qi practitioner on the mountain retreating. In the end, Taboo hates outsiders watching. So I punished myself with a drink."

The old man drank the wine in one gulp.

Chen Ping'an quickly picked up the wine glass, swallowed hard, drank a glass with him, and poured another glass, saying back to the old man, "If it weren't for the old man, I would definitely not be able to cross the threshold of the Four Realms today. I You should give the seniors a glass of wine."

The old man also drank a glass of wine.

Song Yushao looked out the window at the endless traffic on the street. Occasionally his eyes would stay for a moment. After someone looked at him, his face would change slightly and he would quickly lower his head.

Song Yushao smiled slightly and looked away, "The reason why I went to Shuixie was because there was something I had to tell you face to face. No matter whether you can break through today or not, you have to leave the villa tonight and cannot participate in tomorrow's martial arts leader ceremony. "

Chen Ping'an still kept pouring wine, but he slowed down his chopsticks and picked up the food, and asked softly: "Someone wants to do harm to the Villa?"

Song Yushao didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "It has a great background and a great reputation, but it has nothing to do with you, Chen Ping'an."

The old man raised his glass and took a sip of wine, "This is not to look down on you and your friends, but it is some housework of Jianshui Villa that is not convenient for friends from all over the world to interfere. However, as a host, I have to issue an order to expel guests. You are kind, so I still need to punish myself with a drink. You, Chen Pingan, are free to do as you like."

Chen Pingan was really casual. He just raised his glass and took a sip of wine.

The old man didn't care about this, and continued to pick up a piece of fresh goose intestines with chopsticks, rinsed it in the hot pot for a while, then put in the hot sauce plate, stirred it gently, rolled it in the hot and spicy sauce, and then put it in the hot pot. Put chopsticks in your mouth.

Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.

Song Yushao smiled and said: "Let's just eat and not talk about things. There are only three things in the world that we cannot live up to: beautiful people, beautiful scenery and delicious food."

Chen Ping'an immersed himself in eating and occasionally drank.

There is no banquet in the world that never ends.

No matter how delicious the hot pot is, there is a time to take the last chopsticks.

After having enough wine and food, Chen Pingan put down his chopsticks and finished the bottle of wine. This was the first time that Chen Pingan drank a full kilogram and a half of wine in one go. Not to mention his face, ears and neck were all red, and he was drunk. Said: "The father and daughter at Hengdao Villa don't seem to be causing any trouble for me."

Song Yushao chuckled softly and said: "Green mountains and clear waters bring a long time to come. The same is true for grievances in the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, you are not from Shushui. You will leave soon and you may not come back again in the future. Otherwise, you will be in trouble."

Song Yushao remembered something, "During that water pavilion incident, you seemed to have accumulated a lot of anger. I'm a little surprised. If I, Song Yushao, were just an ordinary person in the world, looking at it from the perspective of a bystander, it stands to reason that without knowing Under the premise of your foundation, Wang Yiran, the owner of Hengdao Villa, a well-known martial arts master, can treat you with courtesy as a young man. Instead of bullying others, he is willing to apologize for his daughter. Why are you still like this? Some...unconvinced?"

Chen Pingan burped, took off the sword gourd from his waist, but did not drink. After thinking for a moment, he said seriously: "I don't have an opinion about Wang Yiran, but I think there is something wrong here."

Song Yushao asked curiously: "What do you mean by this?"

Chen Ping'an subconsciously took another sip of wine, and with the help of the dizzy drunkenness, he slowly said: "I once heard an old gentleman talk about sequence one. I haven't read a book and don't know much about literacy, so I understand it very well. It’s shallow, but when I have nothing to do, I am willing to take out this knowledge, think about it more, and feel that right and wrong have their own order, and of course they are also divided into big and small. You cannot use a later right to cover up the previous wrong, even if the latter right is very big. , the mistakes in the front are very small, you still have to break up the small mistakes in the front and explain them. The truth is completely explained. Only then can you really stand firm on what is right in the back. This is like... a person can't jump. Walking."

"But this little thing I came up with may not make sense, because I have read many books during my trip to the south, and the books don't talk about this, so I have never been sure whether it is right or wrong. But if I follow my The truth, applied to what happened at Shuixie, is that you, Wang Yiran, don’t actually need to apologize to me. You just need to ask your daughter to stand up and say sorry to me, just three words. Otherwise, in the end, you, Wang Yiran, will be the king of the world. Grandmaster, do I have to accept my apology for others? Even if I take a step back and accept it, does that mean your daughter is not wrong? I don’t think that is the case. No matter how right you Wang Yiran is, your daughter’s Wrong words and deeds are just wrong. This is true today, and it will be true tomorrow. If it were someone else ten years from now, that knife-carrying woman named Wang Coral, she might still be wrong."

Chen Ping'an held the wine gourd in one hand and scratched his head with the other, "Senior Song, I said these casually. They are nonsense and made you laugh."

Song Yushao was stunned at first, then at a loss, and finally in a trance. He felt that the world he believed in was turned upside down.

Finally, Song Yushao thought about his life, especially the unbearable memory of his son Song Gaofeng. The old man originally didn't want to think about it anymore, let alone delve into the grievances and resentments. But until today, until this moment, this old man Only then did I realize where the knot in my heart was, and why I felt so guilty and regretful, but I still didn't know why I couldn't untie it.

The old man's eyes were red, and he lifted his chopsticks tremblingly, picked up a piece of food from the bottom of the hot pot, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, with a smile gradually appearing on his face.

Those old rules that were regarded as the norms by the old people and regarded as golden rules by the older generation, it turns out that there are also mistakes!

What was wrong with my son Song Gaofeng back then? Even if there is a mistake, it is the fault of this son of a bitch!

It was the former martial arts leader who was a battlefield general who was wrong. That grudge was not about that arm at all!

It's your daughter who owes me, Song Yushao's son, and my daughter-in-law an apology!

In front of a young man, Song Yushao, whose face was full of tears but not feeling embarrassed, slowly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and smiled casually to Chen Pingan: "This meal, I, Song Yushao, will take my place." Son and daughter-in-law, please treat me on behalf of Jianshui Villa!"

There was an uproar on the second floor of the restaurant.

Because of the seven words Song Yushao and Jianshui Villa!

Because this means that half of the country's rivers and lakes have been in a century-old romance.

The old man finally clasped his fists at Chen Pingan and said: "I have something to tell my grandson, so I will go back to Zhuangzi first. I may not be able to say goodbye to you later, but it is still the old saying in the world, green hills remain unchanged and green waters will flow forever. I hope we will meet again in the future. !”

Chen Pingan stood up in confusion and watched the old man fly out of the window and fly away on the ridge of the roof.

Song Yusha has been wearing the rusty iron sword for many years. Today, in full view of everyone, the old man flew all the way to the gate of the villa, then strode across the threshold, ignoring any compliments and compliments, and stood directly in front of an unknown building. In the small courtyard where people have lived for many years, I found the young man, his grandson Song Fengshan, who was standing in the distance with his eyes closed and meditating.

Song Fengshan opened his eyes and said nothing, just like when he was young, he stayed in front of his parents' sick bed.

Song Yushao took off the iron sword from his waist, held it with one hand, and handed it to the indifferent Song Fengshan, who asked: "Why?"

Song Yushao said in a deep voice: "This is your father Song Gaofeng's sword. As a son inherits his father's legacy, it should be handed over to you, Song Fengshan."

Song Fengshan did not reach out to take the sword, but sneered: "Oh, it's another strange thing. First, grandpa, you came in advance to celebrate your grandson's alliance leader ceremony, and now you gave me a broken iron sword. Why, grandpa finally wants to take it off. The Sword Master of Shushui Kingdom and the old owner of Jianshui Villa are burdened by the burden, and you want to seduce your grandson?"

The young man put his hands behind his back, his eyes were sharp, but he said with a smile: "I'm just sorry, my unfilial grandson wants to tell grandpa some bad news. His Majesty the Emperor personally issued several secret orders. The imperial army, with nearly 10,000 elite troops, has already arrived in the city. After the assembly outside, I think the army will invade the territory tomorrow to annihilate me, the rebellious new leader of the Jianghu. Grandpa, my grandson does not expect you to help me. Really, this is my grandson's true words. I just ask grandpa to stand by and watch from the beginning to the end. , I just ask you not to give me another sword."

Song Yushao stared at his grandson's face, laughed heartily, took a step forward, and slapped him hard on the shoulder, without hiding his smile and joy. The old man said in a low voice: "As expected of Song Gaofeng and Liu Qian My son! Grandpa knows that the person leading the army this time happens to be the woman’s husband, General Chu Hao.”

Song Fengshan's face was filled with confusion and his brows were furrowed.

Song Yushao smiled and said: "Since that vicious-hearted woman has taken advantage of her, I just want to take this opportunity. I, Song Yushao, have a reason and want to make it clear to the world and the court!"

The old man's eyes were wet, and he still clenched one hand. He raised the remaining hand, gently smoothed the frown of the grandson in front of him, and murmured: "After all these years, it's time for grandpa to do something for you."

The young man took a step back, lowered his head, raised a hand, and covered his face with his arm.

The old man said softly: "Fengshan, from now on, grandpa will not chatter about those old rules with you, but in the end I still hope you will listen once. There are things that are wrong in the old world, but those things that are right, okay I hope you won’t completely deny it when you are in Jianghu in the future.”

The old man placed the old iron sword, which his grandson was unwilling to take over, on the stone table in the courtyard, and then walked to the courtyard gate alone. During this period, the old man looked towards the main room of the small courtyard, but the words came to his lips, but the old man still did not say them out.

Song Fengshan asked in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa, where are you going?"

The old man strode forward and said with a smile: "Grandpa's sword has been left in the pool under the waterfall for so many years. Go get it!"

Until the old man's figure disappeared, Song Fengshan stood still, motionless.

The door to the courtyard opened slowly, and a young woman walked out and asked, "Aren't you going to stop Grandpa?"

Song Fengshan wiped away his tears, stretched out his hand to gently press the sword on the table, and said with a confident smile: "Since we have already made a plan and everything is under control, don't you want to see one person and one sword standing in front of the formation? The army will not advance? Anyway, as a grandson, I have thought about it secretly for so many years. "

The young woman wondered: "How did our ancestors figure it out?"

Then the woman became a little worried and said, "Our ancestors may not like what our villa does in the future."

Song Fengshan snorted coldly: "At worst, I'll let grandpa stab me with the sword a few more times. If it doesn't work anymore, I'll take out my dad's sword and see if the old man is willing to do it again!"

The woman joked: "Hey, I haven't called grandpa for more than 20 years, but today the sun is coming out in the west, one by one, it's very smooth."

Song Fengshan turned around and glared.

The young woman smiled.

She is actually a dead warrior of Da Li. One day, when Da Li's horse's hooves step on the central territory of Aquarius Continent, she can openly display the peace and tranquility plaque issued by the Da Li court to the people on the mountain.

Song Fengshan knew this well.

The next day, the meeting to elect the new martial arts leader of Shushui Country was held as scheduled at Jianshui Villa.

On the road from a state city in Shushui Kingdom to Swordsman Villa, cavalry galloped, dust flew up, and the sky was blocked.

Among the army, there was a general wearing bright heavy armor, riding a high-headed horse. The man had a smile on his lips and looked up into the distance. He was very ambitious. After flattening that bullshit Jianshui Villa this time, he He is the well-deserved leader in combat achievements in Shushui Country.

The general suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Before the army.

An old man in black, known as the Sword Master of Shushui Country, took out his sword from the waterfall and stood in front of the army.

But behind the old man, there was a young man carrying a sword with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

Before punching thousands of troops, the young man took off his sword gourd, raised his head and took a big sip of wine, enjoying himself.