He can use a sword

After Jiang Baishi said this, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

From a distance, he looked like an ordinary old man taking a rest. But when he finished saying this, the man in short clothes fed the white cow another handful of grass and patted the grass clippings off his hands.

After stretching his muscles some more, he walked out of the chief minister's residence.

When he stepped out of the not-so-luxurious Shoufu Gate, the body of the man in short clothes disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Baishi closed his eyes and sat in the east hall. The bright sky fell directly on the transparent east hall.

Sitting in the bright hall, I have never seen the wind or rain.

There was still no movement in Taixuan Palace.

In front of the east hall is a long road, where many willows that have sprouted are planted.

It was not until more than ten breaths ago that an old man who was not very tall, dressed in gold and silver, and whose clothes were sewn with gold and silver threads, walked into the house.

He came all the way to the east hall, saluted Jiang Baishi, and then took his seat.

Jiang Baishi finally opened his eyes.

The two old men looked at the sky in the distance, silent and speechless.

Until the clouds and mist in the distance began to dissipate, Nan Laoguo Duke suddenly sighed: "It's a pity, if Feng Mian had a normal temperament, if he was also bound by blood, he would also like to continue the big land in front of Nan Guo Duke's mansion like me.

Juyue, many things have become much simpler."

Jiang Baishi took a sip of hot tea and moved slowly, just like his old age.

"A genius who is better than tens of millions of people must always have something different."

Jiang Baishi said: "The same rice can feed hundreds of people. The same is true for the Duke of Nanguo, and the same is true for the Lu family in Jiuhu."

When Nan Fengmian was young, he went to Zhenwu Mountain to practice. He was taught by a deer-raising Taoist on Zhenwu Mountain. Now, the deer-raising Taoist has gone somewhere and has disappeared without a trace.

But Nan Fengmian was influenced by him and wanted to wear a sword on his waist, travel all over the world, see all the mountains and rivers, and do chivalry and justice.

It is precisely because he has such a free and easy temper that the Xinggu Master will fly over the mountains, rivers and seas and recognize him as his Lord.

Mr. Nan Guo, if Nan Fengmian is just an ordinary nobleman of a noble family as you said, how can he become the master of Xing Gu Zhenren, and how can he raise a domineering sword soul in his soul?"

"Everything is gained...there must be a loss."

Jiang Baishi's eyes were calm as he stared at Duke Nan Lao.

Naturally, Duke Nan Lao also knew this truth, but when he heard Jiang Shoufu's words, he also had a lot of helplessness in his eyes.

“The same rice feeds hundreds of people.

However, the Nanguo Duke's Mansion has never produced a person who can succeed to the position of Duke.

No matter He Yu, Feng Mian, or even Zheng Gui, who was seriously ill, they were not willing to let the Dafu Juyue remain standing in Taixuanjing.

Today, it may be a good thing that Feng Mian made a mistake. He encountered a disaster and did not leave Taixuanjing, but he was able to save his life, so that he would not die on the road to travel around the world, and he would not die in the hands of King Qiyuan

.”

When Duke Nan Guo said this, he let out a long breath and struggled a little in his eyes.

As the head of a family, he is truly the Duke of Dafu. People in the world only know that the Nanguo Duke's mansion has infinite scenery, his industry is spread all over Dafu, the Duke is like a giant mountain, and his wealth is also like a giant mountain.

However, everyone in this world has their own difficulties. Even the old Duke, who has already stepped into the realm of immortality, still has many worries.

Jiang Baishi's voice was still normal, but there was a hint of regret in his tone: "Nan Fengmian has a stubborn personality. As a result, he will not be able to achieve what he wants in his heart, and there will be many obstacles in his future cultivation path.

It is also a loss for the Duke of Nanguo and for Dafu."

The regret in Nan Laogong's eyes grew stronger, then completely dissipated, and he became calm: "It's better than him dying outside.

He was able to kill the Great Protector of Shanyin because of many coincidences.

But King Qi Yuan has been assassinated countless times. He went to Qi State quietly to kill people, but today he still intercepted and killed the Qi State envoy outside Taixuan Jing. Qi State did not know how many pairs of eyes fell on him.

After today, if he enters the Qi Kingdom again, he will be destined to die.

Rather than doing this, it would be better for him to stay in Taixuanjing safely and live in peace in such a big mansion."

Jiang Baishi's expression was slightly strange, and he didn't know what he remembered: "I still remember, the last time you carried the giant mountain on your shoulders, you wanted to use your own energy and blood to knock open the fairy tower in the sky. At that time, the Duke of the country was not afraid.

Death, even the fairy tower in the sky cannot suppress your power.

However, only a few decades have passed, and the Duke actually feels that rather than die on the road to becoming stronger, it is better to live peacefully in Taixuan Capital, which... is a bit unlike you."

Nanlao Guogong seemed to have been poked in a sore spot, and his normal expression turned a little cold. He glanced sideways at Jiang Shoufu and said softly: "At that time, Da Fu was the strongest in the world.

We have also entered the realm of immortals through the spiritual tide, but we feel that those immortals in the sky cannot live forever, cannot live forever, so how are they different from us? Why should they stand on my head?

Since we are already invincible in the world, as the Holy King desires, we will also be invincible in the heavens.

But then... the spiritual tide receded, and we were no longer human immortals. The immortals in the sky still looked down from high, the twelve immortal towers were still intact, and the five immortal cities headed by Ming Yujing were still high mountains on the path of mortal cultivation, weighing us down.

Out of breath.

Since this mountain cannot be climbed, there is actually no point in risking one's life to practice."

Duke Nan Guo's tone became increasingly cold, and he said: "Master Chief Assistant, I know what you are still planning after the spiritual tide.

But I am already old. Although I am now one with nine elements, I have no hope of entering the realm of human immortality again in this life. Because of this, I, the Duke of Dafu, am like an ordinary old farmer, thinking of making a plan for the descendants of my blood.

In later generations, it’s probably not too much?”

Jiang Baishi looked at Duke Nan Lao, who was wearing gold and silver, and shook his head with regret.

Duke Nan Lao Guo lowered his head, but he seemed to see Nan Heyu's sword light falling down outside the courtyard where he was in Duke Nan's Mansion.

She entered the courtyard where Nanlao Guofing lived during the day, but found that there was no one inside.

Nan Heyu, who had always had a cold temperament, became a lot more impatient. She first hurriedly asked several elderly people in the mansion, but none of them found out where the old Duke was.

Immediately, he went to look for the remaining elderly generals in the Duke of Nanguo's mansion.

But she saw that these old generals were so drunk that they fell unconscious no matter how she screamed.

Nan Xuehu had already seen Nan Heyu's sword light fall to the ground, so he came in a hurry.

When he asked, Nan Heyu just said nothing happened.

"What happened to uncle?"

After Nan Xuehu finished speaking, he whistled.

Following a neigh, the rapid and powerful sound of horse hooves came, and Yuelong Mountain stepped on the green bricks, as if a heavy hammer was hitting the ground.

A shadow flashed past, and Yuelong Mountain was already in front of Nan Xuehu.

Without waiting for Nan Heyu's answer, Nan Xuehu got on his horse when he saw Nan Heyu's dodge eyes.

Nan Heyu frowned and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the library to look for Mr. Lu Jing." Nan Fengmian pulled the reins of the horse, and a lot of blood rushed out of the Yuelongshan horse's nose.

"What's the use of looking for Mr. Lu Jing?" Nan Heyu said: "I was in the library just now, and Mr. Lu already knows this news.

Among the envoys from the State of Qi, there was a Seven-Star Swordsman who was a swordsman monk from the Jixia Sword Pavilion of the State of Qi. His cultivation level had reached the seventh level of Zhaoxing.

Although Mr. Jing is an unparalleled genius, after all he..."

Nan Xuehu frowned, leaned down and asked, "He Yu, Mr. Lu Jing already knows about this matter?"

Nan Heyu nodded in confusion.

Nan Xuehu straightened up and shook the reins without exerting any force.

He still rode Yuelong Mountain and walked towards the outside of Nanguo Duke's Mansion.

"Where are you going?" Nan Heyu had already raised his sword light.

Nan Xuehu didn't look back: "I want to leave the city. Mr. Lu Jing is my uncle's adopted brother. If he can be saved, I will go and see my uncle off."

If he can't be saved, I will drag uncle... back."

Nan Heyu's mind seemed to be sinking into the abyss. She stood on the sword light and nodded stiffly.

Immediately he turned his head and looked at the huge Nanguo Duke's Mansion.

When spring arrived, he had already gone south to take care of the business in his house.

The old Duke is not at home today.

Several elders were drunk.

The normally elusive guest in the mansion continued as before and was nowhere to be seen.

This may seem ordinary, but in fact it is unreasonable.

"No matter what, grandpa will never let his uncle die under that seven-star sword."

Nan Heyu didn't know that her sixth uncle, who usually drank alcohol, ate meat, and rarely practiced swordsmanship, had already killed the seven-layered seven-star sword light with one sword, killing the mountain ghost and Qiu Shui.

She still believed that the biggest disaster that Nan Fengmian encountered still came from the Seven-Star Sword Constellation in the Jixia Sword Pavilion.

Nan Heyu thought this in his heart.
To be continued...