The corners of Master Six's mouth were raised when he left. Like Master Three, he walked very steadily. Perhaps he was also like Master Three, because he had a successor to what he had learned in his life.
But Xia Shang couldn't laugh no matter what. He could understand the mood of his masters, but he couldn't understand why he was so lucky to inherit everything from them when they were dying...
Compared with the purity of several masters, Xia Shang felt that he was a bit bad.
What I thought at first was to follow their example and learn from them. If they taught well, I would spend money to renovate the manor. If they taught poorly, I would simply leave.
Now, Xia Shang couldn't tell whether the teachers taught him well or not, but they really taught him purely and regarded him as a disciple sincerely.
But what about Xia Shang himself? He did not completely regard them as his masters.
The wind and snow in the Lianyun Mountains are still there, and I am afraid that no one will care about the hut here anymore.
In the vast snow, the trees, the ground, and the rolling mountains in the distance are all covered in silver.
There is only a small hill of earth that will be built and it looks very abrupt.
This small soil slope is close to the edge of the cliff, with an open sky and earth. Look at the sun, moon and stars, the mountains and rivers, the spring mountains and the autumn moon...
Come to think of it, Master will never be lonely.
Ye Liuyun didn't leave, which surprised Xia Shang. He buried Lu Lisheng with handfuls of earth without using any internal energy.
Although he didn't express too many sorrows and joys, his actions were worthy of the title of the master of a sect.
At the end, Ye Liuyun taught Xia Shang a simple wooden sign: "What do you think should be written on it?"
Xia Shang thought for a while and carved on the tomb: "Death or life, the broken blade hides the edge, the sword master Lu Li sleeps long and long."
Xia Shang's carving was not good, and his hands were shaking a little. Ye Liuyun took it and repaired it again. While inserting it on the ground, he whispered: "The writing is very good. In my opinion, you are more like a scholar. I still think
I don’t understand why senior wants to teach you Kung Fu.”
"I am originally a scholar, and the world is far away from me."
"But if you learn the swordsmanship from your seniors, the world will be very close to you."
Xia Shang didn't answer and looked at Xiao Tupo in front of him with a heavy expression.
"Little brother, I don't know your name yet."
"Xia Chun Qiu."
"Now that senior has gone west, can you and I still be considered fellow disciples?"
"forget it."
"Forget it? Does it count or not?" Ye Liuyun was very interested. "No matter whether it counts or not, I will definitely do what I promised my senior. If you need anything in the future, please contact me from Shangliu Yunzong."
After that, Ye Liuyun soared into the sky and quickly disappeared from Xia Shang's sight like a gust of wind. Only Ye Liuyun's voice echoed in mid-air: "The way down the mountain is in the southeast direction. The sky is covered with heavy snow and the mountain road is difficult to travel. Junior brother, take care!"
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The seven days of isolation from the world suddenly seemed like a dream. Xia Shang knew a lot and learned a lot.
He did not leave immediately, but stayed in front of the Sixth Master's grave, thinking about every bit of what he taught him, and thinking carefully about every word.
Xia Shang also memorized all the sword moves shown by the Sixth Master before, and all the moves on the 81st Road, and they were engraved in his mind.
Xia Shang held the Zhufeng Sword that failed miserably and tried to follow the memory of the moves shown by his master. This was difficult and required a long time of practice.
Xia Shang spent another seven days on the mountain to digest the theoretical knowledge taught by his master, and then spent seven days practicing the first sword move. Finally, he achieved some success and became somewhat decent.
Unknowingly, it was the twelfth lunar month in the mountains, and plum blossoms were blooming in the mountains. Xia Shang knew that it had been too long since he had left Suzhou.
So a man went down the mountain with his sword.
Perhaps because he had been working with swords all day long, Xia Shang's demeanor was also dyed with a sense of awe. Although he was still handsome, he was not as immature as before.
The mountain road was difficult and complicated. It took Xia Shang a long detour to get back to the official road from the mountain. Finally, he arrived at the west gate of Suzhou, only to find that a large number of officers and soldiers were guarding the door, checking everyone who came and went.
There were three times more guards guarding the outside than before, and a large number of soldiers could be vaguely seen patrolling inside the city.
"Brother." A voice suddenly interrupted Xia Shang, "Why are you still holding a sword?"
When I turned around, I saw that the person speaking was a middle-aged man dressed as a commoner, but he spoke with great energy, and he must have practiced kung fu for several years.
Xia Shang looked at himself and spread his hands: "What's wrong with my outfit?"
"Don't you know? One month ago, the Jianghu people attacked the imperial emissaries. Now the imperial court is completely cleaning up the Jianghu forces in the entire Jiangnan, and Suzhou is the top priority. Eighty thousand elites are stationed outside the city. If that sect is not convinced
, destroy it directly. A few days ago, even the second prince Li Xiangyang was sent to station in Suzhou to personally preside over the thorough investigation of the case that happened a month ago."
"What does that have to do with me holding a sword?"
"The people who committed the crime were people from the Jianghu. Anyone holding a sword has something to do with the Jianghu. All Jianghu people will be arrested and interrogated, and if there are any questions, they will be executed. Because of this, more than a dozen small sects have been exterminated.
There are hundreds more people in the Jianghu who have been executed. Now everyone in the Jianghu is in danger, who dares to go out with a sword?"
Xia Shang frowned, thinking that the conflict between the White Clothes Sect and the Red Flower Society has developed to this extent?
Is it hard to hit something that Xianer left behind?
Thinking about it, Xia Shang put his hands on his waist.
Xia Shang even forgot about this, because the things he carried around his waist were left by Xian'er.
When Xian'er was injured, she was sent out of the room to nurse herself back to health, and then left without saying a word.
The things were picked up in a small dark room. No one had been there except Xian'er at that time. Xia Shang thought to keep them with him and return them to Xian'er next time he met her, so Xia Shang never told her about this matter.
People have mentioned it, but after a long time, I have forgotten it.
But after hearing what the passers-by said, Xia Shang suddenly wondered if the thing left by Xian'er was something that both the Red Flower Society and the White Clothes Sect were fighting over?
But Xia Shang quickly shook his head, thinking it was impossible because that thing was too ordinary.
It was a pen, a writing brush, placed in a small brocade box. It was only three inches long. Although the workmanship was exquisite, it was just a writing brush. To say it was any different, only the tip of the pen was a little different.
The hair is a little elastic, so writing is not particularly in line with the usage habits of people of this era.
How can a pen like this be anything special?
Thinking about it, Xia Shang handed over to passers-by: "Thank you for reminding me."
The middle-aged man patted Xia Shang on the shoulder: "Brothers, be careful, don't let anyone see the sword in your hand."
After that, the middle-aged man left.
But Xia Shang was stunned. If he couldn't enter the city with his sword, what should he do?
This sword is a treasure left to me by the Sixth Master, so I can't just find a place to store it.
Looking at the sky, it was already dusk. Xia Shang decided to wait until night to see if he could find an opportunity to sneak into the city. (To be continued)