Two well-travelled guests came to the Supervisory Office. Both of them were in their weak years, with jade trees facing the wind, like peach trees and pine trees, and of first-class beauty. After the concierge heard that they were here to visit Mr. Cui, he didn't even ask about his identity.
He was quickly led into the official residence and led to the courtyard where Mr. Cui was temporarily staying. He knocked on the door and the concierge respectfully said goodbye.
The person who opened the door was the gentleman who came here to ask for the overwhelming prize on behalf of Confucianism. He had won the reputation of Hebilang when he was young, and had always been regarded as the best candidate to be the next master of Guanhu Academy. He saw
After seeing the two young men, I was both surprised and surprised. I looked at one of the young men leaning against the door and asked with a smile: "Ba Qiao, who is this friend next to you?"
The young man who was called Baqiao said with a playful smile: "This guy is a descendant of the Chen family from Longwei County of the Dayong Dynasty. Brother Cui, just call him Songfeng. This guy is not good at beauty and wine in his life. He only has Shi."
Yanzhiqi, I heard that there are several old pits in the creek here, so I wanted to try my luck. He also has a distant relative who is also accompanying us this time. If it weren't for her, Matsukaze and I wouldn't have delayed
She has only entered the town now. She should have come two days earlier. She doesn’t like to interact with people, so she went to visit the town by herself. Alas, it’s a pity that a bird is a bird. On the way here, I heard that a prince of the Sui Dynasty got the disease.
It's a great opportunity to earn a golden dragon and carp, and I have great hope of making a comeback in the future. I am so greedy that my eyes are red. Brother Cui, take a look, they are all bloodshot, right?"
The young man stretched his head towards the Confucian gentleman. The latter smiled and pushed the head away with his fingers, reminding: "Liu Baqiao, since your trip has been delayed, you should hurry up and get down to business. What are you doing here with me?"
?When did Fengleiyuan’s behavior become so procrastinating?”
The disciple of the Chen family in Longwei County looked apologetic and said with a wry smile: "On the way here, there was a conflict and accident. Brother Baqiao injured the viscera orifice that serves as the sword raising room, so he had to take the risk of moving the natal sword to the Mingtang orifice.
, If it weren’t for my poor cultivation and becoming a burden, I would never have caused Brother Baqiao to be injured."
Liu Baqiao laughed heartily and said: "It's just a few sneaky wild cultivators who managed to injure me by some crooked tricks. Anyway, they are dead souls under my sword and are not worth mentioning! If we weren't in a hurry,
I will build a few tombs for them, set up a tombstone, and write down that they died under the sword of Liu Baqiao on a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, and in the future, when I become the number one swordsman, maybe it will become a scenic spot.
,right?"
The Confucian gentleman had known the genius swordsman of Fengleiyuan for a long time, and knew that he was born with an inconsistent character, so he brought the two of them into the courtyard.
Liu Baqiao suddenly lowered his voice, "Brother Cui, tell me, is the world here about to collapse? Is Mr. Qi, the man from Shanya Academy who migrated here, really determined to act against nature?"
The scholar named Cui turned a deaf ear.
Liu Baqiao chuckled and pointed at Mr. Cui, "I already understand."
The Confucian gentleman seemed to say casually: "Songfeng, I visited Mr. Qi at the school before. When he talked about self-cultivation, he once expressed the feeling that 'time has not waited for me'."
Cultivating one's moral character, managing one's family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. This sage seed from the Cui family only stopped talking about cultivating one's moral character.
At first, Chen Songfeng thought it was a polite greeting between scholars, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he suddenly understood. Chen Songfeng immediately understood, cupped his fists and said: "Mr. Cui, I'm going to look for that distant cousin. When I come back,
Then I will ask Sir for advice on how to govern the country."
In Chen Songfeng's words, he intentionally or unintentionally skipped the link of "regulating the family" and only mentioned governing the country.
Chen Songfeng left in a hurry.
The scholar surnamed Cui sighed and sat at the stone table in the small courtyard with Liu Baqiao.
Liu Baqiao crossed his legs and said bluntly: "This Chen Songfeng is smart. He can tell at a glance, but he is too careless about his appearance. At least he can sit down and talk nonsense with you. It won't be too late to leave. He is so anxious."
Go and ask for the ancestral locust leaves? I don’t think it’s necessary. Nowadays, in Dongbaopingzhou, apart from the Chen family of Longwei County, there are still a few prominent surnames left in Dongbaopingzhou. Those locust leaves will not fall into Chen Songfeng’s pocket obediently.
Is it still falling on the laity born and raised in a small town?"
The Chen family of Dongbaopingzhou is respected by the Chen family of Longwei County. Although it has been dormant for a long time, it is just that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. Although the power is weak, after all, it is a thousand-year-old noble family that has produced a long line of heroes and heroes in its ancestors.
Therefore, even a prosperous sect like Liu Baqiao's Fengleiyuan does not dare to underestimate him, so even people like Liu Baqiao are willing to associate with him and treat him as half a friend.
The scholar asked curiously: "Are you here to find Master Ruan and ask him to help you make a sword?"
Liu Baqiao hesitated and spoke unclearly.
The general meaning is to do something to help the sect. If it is completed, Fengleiyuan will come forward to make a sword for him to plead with Master Ruan. As for the purpose of that matter, Liu Baqiao seems to be a little hard to explain.
The scholar added: "Did you know that people from Zhengyang Mountain are also here, and they are the master and the servant?"
Liu Baqiao was stunned and said in shock: "I never heard about it. Who came to Zhengyang Mountain?"
Then this young swordsman who was famous for being domineering in Fenglei Garden closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and prayed: "Don't be the charming Su Fairy. I beg you, it's not Fairy Su who is here to come, otherwise
Should I draw my sword or not? When Fairy Su takes one look at me, I will be stunned. How can I be willing to sacrifice my flying sword..."
The scholar was a little helpless, "Don't worry, it's not your favorite Fairy Su. It's the White Ape who protects the mountain. He is escorting the precious granddaughter of Tao Kui, the ancestor of Chunyang Swordsman in Zhengyang Mountain."
"Old Cui, you are really my lucky star! If it weren't for Fairy Su, everything would be fine!" Liu Baqiao immediately jumped up and down, laughing loudly: "Afraid of him?! How can I be afraid of an old beast?! Anyone in Fenglei Garden can be afraid.
, the only one who doesn’t give in to him is Zhengyang Mountain!”
The scholar hesitated for a moment, "Fengleiyuan and Zhengyang Mountain are originally from the same origin and authentic kendo, so why can't they untie the knot?"
Liu Baqiao stopped his joking expression and said solemnly: "Cui Minghuang, when you go to Fenglei Garden in the future, you must never say a word like this to anyone."
The scholar sighed deeply.
Fenglei Garden, Zhengyang Mountain.
From the ancestor swordsman to the disciple who has just started, the two sides often don't need to disagree. As long as they encounter each other, they will directly draw their swords against each other.
The official porter and the old steward suddenly rushed outside the courtyard gate, and Cui Minghuang and Liu Baqiao stood up at the same time.
The steward walked into the courtyard, saluted, and said, "Mr. Cui, we just received news that Zhengyang Mountain has taken action against a young man named Liu Xianyang."
Liu Baqiao suddenly became furious, "Which Liu Xianyang?!"
The steward had great respect for Mr. Cui. As for the unknown young man in front of him, the old man was not afraid. He replied calmly: "Reporting to this young man, there is only one person named Liu Xianyang in our town."
Liu Baqiao's face changed drastically, and he sneered: "What a Zhengyangshan, you are going too far to bully others!"
Cui Minghuang looked calm and asked: "Will Mr. Qi come forward?"
The steward shook his head and said: "Not yet. I heard that the young man was taken to Master Ruan's sword shop. It is estimated that even if he is not dead, he will only have one breath left. Someone saw with his own eyes that the young man's chest was beaten to pieces by a punch. How can he survive?
Come down."
Cui Minghuang smiled and said, "Thank you, sir, for informing me about this."
The old steward waved his hand quickly, "Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. It's my duty to disturb Mr. Cui."
After the steward led the concierge away, Cui Minghuang saw Liu Baqiao sitting back on the stone bench and asked doubtfully: "Did you come just for that boy?"
Liu Baqiao's face was gloomy and uncertain, "That's half of it. It will be very troublesome, big trouble."
Cui Minghuang asked: "It's not just the grievances involving Fengleiyuan and Zhengyang Mountain?"
Liu Baqiao nodded, "Far more than that."
The scholar sat with his hands folded and said softly: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. It seems that it is time for me to set off to retrieve the Sifang Zhengui. Even if Mr. Qi mistakenly thinks that it is our Guanhu Academy who is adding insult to injury, there is nothing we can do about it."
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Cui Minghuang stood up and said, "I'm going to the school. I'll come back as soon as I go."
After leaving the official residence on Fulu Street, he passed by the Twelve-foot Archway, stopped and looked up at the four-character plaque with the words "Do your duty without giving in".
Under the sun, the scholar put his hand to cover his forehead.
After hesitating for a while, he actually turned around and returned to the official office.
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On Fulu Street, a burly old man with white hair led a girl with a delicate face like a porcelain doll. He did not enter the Lu family's mansion, but went to the Song family. Someone was waiting at the door, welcoming the two into the home, and hanging "
In the main hall with the plaque "Ganlu Hall", a majestic old man stood up, came to the door to greet him, cupped his fists and said, "Li Hong has met Senior Yuan."
The old mountain-moving ape of Zhengyang Mountain nodded casually to the head of the Li family, let go of the little girl's hand, lowered his head and said softly: "Miss, I'm waiting for you at the top of the mountain."
The little girl sat on the threshold of the main hall, fuming and silent.
The head of the Li family said softly: "Senior, don't worry, our Li family will definitely send Miss Tao out of the town safe and sound."
The old ape hummed, "Please help me take care of the young lady this time, even if Zhengyang Mountain owes you a favor. Let me have a few words with the young lady."
The old man immediately left the main hall and ordered that no one in the family should approach the Manlu Hall for more than a hundred steps.
The old man also sat on the threshold and thought for a while, "Miss, there are some things I shouldn't have said to you, but the matter has reached this point and there is no point in hiding it anymore, so I will tell you all. This time in the small town
Okay, it's probably a plot carefully planned by someone. The wife of the Xu family in Qingfeng City can't escape, but she may not be the most important person. The great thing about this trap is that even if the old slave is aware of it, he can't escape.
Jump. Miss, you don’t know that the owner of the Sword Book was once a swordsman who rebelled from Zhengyang Mountain, and he created it himself. According to your grandfather, the most valuable thing about this Sword Book is,
The reason is that although the person who wrote the book, the final achievement of swordsmanship is just touching the threshold of sword immortal, the content of the Sword Book directly points to the great road. Miss, think about it, the Xie family ancestor who has good relations with us in Zhengyang Mountain has such a vision.
I would like to give this Sword Classic the word "extremely high"."
Then the old man's tone was a bit cold, "And this swordsman genius who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, when he was desperate, he took refuge in Fengleiyuan, our old enemy in Zhengyang Mountain. Fengleiyuan did protect this man for most of his life, and he became a
After a lifetime of being a coward, in order to prove the Sword Sutra, he quietly left Fenglei Garden and looked for several great swordsmen who had realized the Tao, such as the ancestor of the Xie family. Even though they were disdainful of their character, they did not understand what was written in the Sword Sutra.
I admire it endlessly. The ancestor of the Xie family once said privately that the Sword Scripture integrates the kendo spirit of Zhengyang Mountain and Fengleiyuan. Once someone from either side succeeds in practicing it, the battle between the two schools will end."
The old man said solemnly: "So if I can get this Sword Sutra, and leave it to Miss you to practice, it will be the best result. To say the least, even if we don't get it in Zhengyang Mountain, why should I give it to you?
The likes of Yunxia Mountain in Longcheng were deprived of opportunities by those young people, but Zhengyang Mountain can tolerate it. There is only one thing that we must not give in to, and that is to let the bastards from Fenglei Garden get the Sword Scripture!"
The old man's face was ashen and ferocious, "Miss, don't forget, in the deepest part of Fenglei Garden, above the sword testing ground, our ancestor from Zhengyang Mountain is also the ancestor of your lineage, Miss. She was
When Zhengyang Mountain was at its weakest, she resolutely challenged the owner of the Fenglei Garden of that generation. As a result, she died in a majestic battle. Instead of being sent back to Zhengyang Mountain for burial by Fenglei Garden, her body was left to be exposed to the sun, including her head.
Among them, there is also a long sword of Fengleiyuan Swordsman, deliberately allowing others to watch and make fun of it!"
"It's been three hundred years. It's been three hundred years. Even though Zhengyang Mountain is recognized as having many talented people, they still can't pull out a single sword from Fenglei Garden! Generations of sword cultivators from Zhengyang Mountain have endured this shame and humiliation. Zhengyang
As long as the mountain is immortal, Feng Lei Garden will become a joke to the entire East Aquarius Island."
"Why is it that in Zhengyang Mountain, every ancestor who has achieved the status of Sword Immortal is never willing to hold a celebration to tell the world?!"
In fact, the little girl has long been familiar with these old events, and her ears are open to hearing them.
It's just that when relatives and elders talked about it before, they tried to mention this public case and grievances in a calm tone, far from being full of resentment and expressing their feelings directly like the ape who moved the mountain.
The little girl asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa Bai Yuan, why don't you just punch that stubborn young man to death? Although his meridians are now broken, his breath is broken and messy, the sword sutra will naturally be destroyed.
Even if it is smashed and smashed, the gods will not be able to recover. But if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of the worst. What if someone saves him, what if someone gets the Sword Sutra, what will we do in Zhengyang Mountain?"
The inheritance method of that sword scripture is extremely special and mysterious, and cannot be explained in words. It seems that it was inscribed on the wall by the ancestor of the Liu family, or that the traitor of Zhengyang Mountain left a sword intention that was flowing in the bodies of his descendants and passed down from generation to generation.
He has been waiting for a descendant with extraordinary talents to appear, who can control this sword intention that contains the content of the Sword Sutra.
So as long as the young man dies, his porcelain buyer and Fengleiyuan will be completely gone. The Sword Book that has never really appeared in the world will disappear.
The old man laughed and said: "If the old slave beats the young man to death on the spot, he will be driven out of this small world instantly. What will the young lady do then? Do you want the young lady to face the people of Fenglei Garden alone? Besides, the magic techniques here are all the same.
Forbidden, Master Ruan can make swords and kill people, but his ability to save people is really not that good. Besides, is it possible for Qi Jingchun to take action? Absolutely not. Now that he is a clay Buddha crossing the river, he cannot save himself. Besides, really
If you piss off the old slave, the worst case scenario is that he will reveal his true form. The old slave wants to see if this world can support my thousand-foot true body!"
The old slave stood up with great momentum and said: "Miss, I don't care about the young man on the covered bridge anymore. Let the old slave kill the people in Fenglei Garden and wait for you outside the gate of the top of the mountain. If Qi Jingchun knows this, he will watch the fire from the other side.
, if he dares to intervene, the old slave will dare to smash him into pieces. Even if Master Ruan takes action, the old slave will have to fight him to the end to make this trip worthwhile!"
The little girl thought for a while and said with a bright smile: "Grandpa Baiyuan, you can go, don't worry about me."
The old man smiled casually and said: "Miss, you don't need to worry about me anymore."
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A room in Jianpu by the stream was filled with a strong smell of blood. Pots of blood and water were brought out, and then pots of clean water were brought back.
An old man who was almost grabbed by a young girl in green clothes, the shopkeeper of Yang's pharmacy, was sitting on a small stool in front of the window. He stretched out his hand to wash away the blood on his hands. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He raised his head and shook his head helplessly: "Master Ruan."
, this young man’s injuries are too serious, if it was outside a small town..."
Master Ruan crossed his arms and said with a straight face: "Stop talking nonsense."
The old man could only smile bitterly.
He did say nonsense. If it was outside the town, there would be no need for him to take action.
Ruan Xiu, a girl in green clothes, stared intently at the locust leaf placed on the forehead of the young man on the bed. It was already dim and dull. The green was still green, but there was no hint of green at all. She turned her head suddenly and asked angrily: "Didn't we agree to it?"
, if Chen Pingan takes out his locust leaf, will Liu Xianyang be half alive?"
The old shopkeeper of Yang's shop sighed: "If the owner of the Sophora japonica leaf suffers such a serious injury, and then receives the ancestral shade of the Sophora japonica leaf, there is of course a 50% chance of saving his life, but using it to bring blessings to others is another matter.
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Ruan Xiu shouted angrily: "Yang! Then why did you talk nonsense before and said there was a 50% chance?! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
The old man cried sadly and felt extremely aggrieved, "If I hadn't said that at that time, I'm afraid I would have been beaten to death by you even if the boy hadn't died."
Ruan Xiu turned pale with anger and was about to curse.
The man said in a deep voice: "Xiuxiu, please don't be rude to Shopkeeper Yang."
Ruan Xiu gritted her teeth and remained silent.
After the man was silent for a moment, he glanced at the old shopkeeper, who was stunned and had not made any move for a long time. He started to curse for no reason, like a spring thunder: "Shopkeeper Yang, you are here like a fucking log, are you trying to die?!"
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Meeting such a father and daughter, the old man was really on the verge of tears. The key was that he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to be a living doctor.
From the beginning to the end, the boy in straw sandals did not yell or cry. He just carried water out and back in again and again, and the basins of bloody water were replaced by basins of clean water.
Another quarter of an hour later, the medicine shop owner was extremely irritable. He looked down at the basin of clear water, suddenly slapped the water with his palm, causing countless splashes. Then he raised his head and said to Master Ruan with great grief and anger: "Master Ruan! You might as well stab him to death with a sword.
Forget it, I'm just a medicine seller, not a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life!"
The blacksmith frowned little by little.
The old man immediately shrank his neck.
The young man finally spoke out, "Shopkeeper Yang, try again."
After the old man turned to look at the young man, the young man's eyes were clean and he spoke with a slight emphasis: "Try again!"
The old man exhaled a breath of turbidity and couldn't bear to say: "Son, I really can't do anything."
The young man forced out a smile and said, "Shopkeeper Yang, please."
The old man's face was full of exhaustion, but he still shook his head.
The last glimmer of hope left in the straw-shoe boy's eyes also disappeared.
He squatted down and put down the washbasin, sat on the edge of the bed, held the tall boy's already cold hand, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than bitter, and said softly: "I will be back."
The young man stood up and left the house, walked to the threshold, suddenly turned around, bowed to the Ruan family, his daughter, the old shopkeeper, and the three people who had been busy until now.
The young man crossed the threshold.
The sun was a little dazzling. After a brief pause, the young man strode forward.
If God doesn't give me justice, it doesn't matter. I'll get it myself. I'll get as much as I can.