Chapter 107: No sword can not be leveled

On the 24th of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, Xiaoshu.
In the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, after a statue was destroyed, Liu Yibai quickly installed the loose sand in a large jar, and then asked Li Fuyao to go to the mountain to chop a sword wood, and then use the saber for the first time. The wild grass was used as a tool to cut this sword wood into a spiritual position. After it was completed, it was not immediately placed in the original place of the statue. Instead, Xie Lu was called and asked the younger sister to use the sword to engrave.
There are three people at the foot of Jianshan Mountain. Although Xie Lu always focuses on kendo and does not like to study other things, it does not mean that the descendant of the Xie family is not good at everything. Chu Nan has been full of praise for Junior Junior Sister's beautiful characters, saying that the words are full of meaning. Now Xie Lu writes the things on the memorial tablet. If you want to wash the spirit of Chu Nan in the sky, you should be very happy.
Liu Yibai pulled out a jar of wine under his statue and placed a bowl in front of Xichu Nan's spiritual position. After it was full, Liu Yibai picked up the wine jar and poured several sips of wine into his mouth before saying helplessly: "Big brother, if you did such a thing thousands of years ago, you wouldn't be praised by all the swordsmen in the world? All of them gave their thumbs up and said that you are really heroic and not insulting the swordsman. It’s just that there’s no use, people are gone, and it’s meaningless to say this. Now it’s even more exaggerated. If you do these things, you don’t want to think of you on this mountain. Other people in the world, especially those on the mountain. Monk, maybe hiding somewhere to laugh at you overwhelmingly, laugh at you stupid, but there is nothing we can do. In the past, we could use the sword to reason, but now, it’s hard to say, the reason lies with others."
Xie Lu, who was standing inside the door, watched Liu Yibai muttering to herself. After a few glances, she left this ruined temple lightly. She was always cold and could not say much, but in reality From the bottom of my heart, it is not so quiet.
At the foot of Jianshan Temple, there are three people plus one Chen Sheng. All four of them are disciples of Jianshan ancestors, but the four people have different ways of apprenticeship. Xichu Nanshang was hugged up to the mountain when he was swaddled. According to the words of the ancestors, this kind of aptitude could not go so far, but thanks to his temperament, he was able to go a few steps forward, and Xie Lu was the last descendant of the Xie family. After Xian Xie Shen Zhan died in the demon land, all descendants of the Xie clan stayed in Jianshan. However, there were many dead in the Jianshan battle that day. In the end, only one line was left, and he walked to Xie Lu. After that, she was the only one left. At that time, Xie Lubai, who was holding the famous sword Xiaoxue, entered the ancestor's door, and devoted himself to kendo, only thinking that one day the glory of the ancestors would be restored. If it hadn't been for Chen Sheng, maybe this woman swordsman would be much colder now.
And Liu Yibai was actually quite old when he embarked on the road of cultivation. This swordsman used to wander among the worldly worlds in his early years, because he was so talented that he soon thrived, and even ranked first in the world. According to the swordsman, after ascending to Jianshan, he did not walk slowly in the realm because it was too late to become a swordsman. On the contrary, he quickly caught up with the footsteps of Xi Chunan and Xie Lu, and the three were almost on par. If it wasn't for Jianshan's seniority to be divided by uphill or uphill first, but by age, Liu Yibai would be a proper junior.
As for Chen Sheng, this guy with the highest talent among the four, after he went up the mountain in his youth, he walked fast in both kendo and realm. Later, when he encountered a bottleneck, he did not want to stay in Jianshan anymore, but went down the mountain. I have been haunting the demon land for many years, looking for a monk with a high level and deep demon land to sharpen the sword. The level has not fallen at all. Although the level is not higher than the three on the sword mountain, if it is really a life and death fight, Chen Sheng will not win It's too hard.
Xie Lu, who had left the ruined temple, came to the big bluestone, jumped up and sat down blankly, holding his sword and looking into the distance.
Although she has a cold temper, she has spent so many years together with Xi Chunan and Liu Yibai in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain. If she doesn't have any feelings anymore, she is really hard-hearted.
It's just that in this situation, she can do nothing, even the ancestors on the mountain.
In the open space beyond the ruined temple, the old scholar and Li Fuyao, who often came down the mountain these days, were playing against each other in the open space.
The chessboard is randomly drawn on the ground, and the chess pieces are ground on the gravel found on the mountain road. The black and white are separated.
Li Fuyao holds the black, the old scholar holds the white.
The two have played more than fifty moves, but the situation on the chessboard is that Hei Zi is fully dominant, and Bai Zi is in danger and seems to be able to lose at any time.
The old Confucian looked plain, holding a white son in his hand, and after he placed the son, he turned the whole chess game alive. At this moment, the white son, who seemed to be in danger, was like a dead end, like an old tree that was about to die. I don't know why the dead wood becomes full of life in spring.
Li Fu shook his head in deep thought, thinking about where to put it next.
The old Confucian student’s bookbox was on the side. Before playing chess, he had taken out a book written by a sage to put it under his buttocks, causing Li Fuyao to be speechless, but the old Confucian didn’t take it seriously, according to him. , This is the saint’s doctrine is in his head, the content of this book is useless, whether it can be used to cushion the butt, or used to set fire, it is still useful. Li Fuyao was speechless about this. Although he did not approve of it, he did not oppose it either.
This old Confucian has traveled too many roads and seen a lot of scenery, but he doesn't know the truth in the book and doesn't seem to know too much, so he always carries a bookbox, which makes up for it?
After dropping a sunspot, and barely stabilizing the situation, Li Fuyao took the initiative to ask: "Uncle Master Xiu has gone down the mountain a few days ago. Although I don't know why, it's just that Master Liu and Master Xie are a little strange in the past two days. Something happened to Uncle Xiu, does the old gentleman know what it is?"
The old scholar frowned, "Your two uncles are not willing to tell you, do you think that asking the old man can get an answer?"
Li Fuyao smiled freely: "Some people think it’s hard to say something as an insider, but the old gentleman is not an insider. What's not easy to say? Besides, how the old gentleman and I look at it, it’s a bit incense. Well."
The old scholar shook his head. For the first time, he felt that the young man in front of him was a bit shameless, but in the end he just sighed and didn't speak directly. Instead, he asked: "Li Fuyao, you have been practicing swords for a long time, you Tell the old man, who is the most powerful in this mountain and river except for the immortal saint sword immortal?"
Li Fuyao asked in amazement: "Is the old gentleman a hidden master, who has a good fortune?"
The old Confucian student was also confused, and asked, "How do you say?"
Li Fuyao smiled and shook his head. He would not tell the old gentleman in front of him that what he said before was something that was often found in the novel when he was busy with his livelihood.
The old Confucian student did not delve into the matter. He was silent for a moment, and said with a smile, "If the saint does not come out, some monks can be discharged from the mountains and rivers, but they are all three Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. There was a mountain and river list that year, and ten people on the list. Counted as the strongest player under the saint, it seems that Shanhe Li doesn’t care so much about this list now. After all, the monks in this mountain and river are always alive for hundreds of years and thousands of years. A list like this If you don’t change for a few years, you will feel bored yourself. But you have to know what the three of the masters of the Yanling Academy, the master of Shenxieshan, and the master Huiguo from the extremely western Buddhist land, say He is also the top five monk, but the first, he is still a slanted view master Liang Yi, who claims to be able to cross the last threshold and enter the sea and become holy in only half a step. He has learned a lot of miscellaneous skills, Shen Xieshan and a big family, now I am afraid that no one can wrestle with him, even the head teacher of Yanling Academy, after Liang Yilinmen, he avoided No, such a person is indeed the first person in the mountains and rivers."
Li Fuyao frowned and said, "Speaking of this master, does that mean that Uncle Xiu's descending from the mountain is related to him?"
There was a look of approval in the eyes of the old scholar, but he did not say thoroughly, "A swordsman in the Chaos and Twilight realm is shooting a sword against a spectator who is at the peak of the stairs. It is a stupid thing to sword, but someone is willing to do it. , No one can stop it, whether it is you or Xu Ji on this mountain, or your two uncles and four brothers, according to the old man, Chen Sheng is impatient and likes to show everything. Come out, Xichunan’s temperament is actually similar to Chen Sheng’s, but he knows how to suppress it. Now I don’t want to suppress it. What should I do? Just go along the temperament and hand out a sword. You said it’s appropriate to use it here.
Li Fuyao pondered for a long time, and asked: "Uncle Xiu will not make swords for no reason. The master is far away in Shenxie Mountain. If Master Xiu said that he was going to play a sword for some reason, it would not make sense at all. , That is to say, the main point of view is on Jianshan?"
The old Confucian student looked at him approvingly, and said with a smile: "Li Fuyao, your mind is wasted practicing swordsmanship. It's better to study with the old man. Maybe sometime you will become a Confucian wise man who can help the world. A scholar in Taiping, this is worth more than being a sword fairy."
Li Fuyao tugged at the corners of his mouth and did not respond. He just watched Xie Lu walk over with his sword from a distance. The old scholar shut up and said nothing. For the three people at the foot of the mountain, he was the least willing to provoke this cold female swordsman for fear of her. A word of disagreement is a sword handed out, his old bone, but it seems that she can't help her to stab a few swords.
Li Fuyao put down the chess pieces and throws them in. He was not very proficient in the course of the game. He wanted to learn Go at the time, but he wanted to eat more and eat more. After he stabilized, he didn't bother to study it. Now It is also normal that the chess is not strong. When he played chess with Wang Yanqing before, he was actually disgusted and miserable. The old scholar probably knew about it and gave in intentionally in the opening game.
After Xie Lu came over, looking at Li Fuyao, he asked, "Bijian?"
Li Fuyao stood up, held the Qingsi around his waist, and nodded. He has suffered enough these days, but it is of great benefit to swordsmanship. Compared with crossing the second realm last year, he has almost reached the threshold of the sword spirit realm. It is just that he has never met Xie Lu. To dominate, Li Fuyao used a good sword technique to make Xie Lu's clothes pierce a hole. Although Xie Lu, a younger generation than the sword at the time, praised a few words, he found his own one the next day. Uncle Xie is obviously much more powerful than before. This time he did not support dozens of strokes, even ten strokes.
Li Fuyao remembered this, but there was no other way than a wry smile.
Before comparing swords, Li Fuyao took a peek at his uncle Xie's expression. He felt that this time the sword would not end well, but he didn't think about other things. After the green silk on his waist was unsheathed, he used Xie Lujiao's sword as always. Shi Shi, and then supplemented by the sword Qi mentioned by Liu Yibai as the starting point, but after a sword was handed out, Xie Lu was hit by Xiaoxue on his wrist. Qingsi almost got out of his hand. In the end, although he still held it, the next sword , Xiaoxue had already wiped his neck.
Li Fuyao was shocked suddenly, and hurriedly avoided the sharp sword of the sword, and then stopped the sword with Titian Qingsi, and he was shocked in a cold sweat.
The old Confucian student watched with gusto, but didn't notice that Xu Ji, the ancestor on the mountain, didn't know when he came to him.
The old ancestor stood with his hands holding his hands, his long snow-white hair moving with the wind, looking at the two of Bijian, he seldom nodded in praise: "Xie Lu's swordsmanship, compared to the general climbing stage, has been incompetent. If it were not for the lack of realm, In fact, it has already exceeded a lot. Although Fuyao has a low state, he has actually been fed so many swords. He has enough experience and often has a coup between life and death. If he goes down the mountain at this moment, it is actually not bad."
The old Confucian ruthlessly dismantled the platform and said: "You are afraid that Liang Yi, the old fellow, will tear down your entire sword mountain together. That's why you said that, according to your sword mountain rules, there is no sword spirit state. ."
Xu Ji calmly said: "I said earlier that Fuyao is not a disciple of my Jianshan, and now he is not on the mountain. It is at the foot of the mountain. I can't talk about going up and down the mountain."
The old Confucian was speechless for a while, but he did not speak.
Xu Ji suddenly asked: "Do you think the old man can't beat Liang Yi?"
The old scholar asked, "Are you sure?"
Xu Ji nodded, "Liang Yi, who came out of the sacred journey, was originally just a cultivation base of ascending to the stairs. He went to Yuwushan and was injured. Then he was hit by Chu Nan. Although he did not know the effect, he would not take it so well. Nowadays, it’s almost the same as when the Spring and Autumn Realm was in its heyday. The old man was also ascending to the stairs back then, and later fell down and wandering in the Spring and Autumn Realm. There is still a hidden illness. Only a dozen swords are no problem, Liang Yi can really take it. I have a dozen swords?"
The old Confucian frowned and said, "Liang Yi is a character like that, it's good to be regarded by ordinary monks."
Xu Ji asked back, "The old man is a mediocre person."
The old scholar smacked his lips and sneered: "When you and Bai Zhihan were in the Climbing Realm together, how many swords would he use to kill you?"
Xu Ji frowned and didn't speak. The genius swordsman who had been ranked on the Sword Mountain in history was indeed astonishing. Few people in the same realm could dare to say that he was equal to him.
The old scholar finally patted his ancestor Xu Ji on the shoulder sympathetically, "If it is possible, the old man would really like to see how the fight was fought, but it is very likely that the fight will not be possible. Chao Qingqiu is in the demon. There has been no news from Tu for many days. If it was killed by the two giants, it would be fine. But if there is no news, then it may be that Chao Qingqiu is not dead. Qingqiu is not dead. No one in the world really dares to turn your barren mountain into a barren mountain."
Xu Ji was silent, just watching Xie Lu and Li Fuyao's Bijian fall.
Xie Lu left with his sword in his arms as always, leaving Li Fuyao alone, breathing heavily.
Xu Ji walked over and looked at one of the two teenagers on the mountain.
Li Fuyao quickly bowed his hands in salute, but did not speak.
Xu Ji calmly said, "You are going to find the master to take a sword, and now you are dead, but there is a word left before you leave, do you want to listen."
Li Fuyao nodded.
Xu Ji nodded and said: "Xi Chunan's last wish is his sword hidden fish. One day, if you are lucky enough to meet you while traveling through mountains and rivers, bring this sword back to Jianshan Xijian Pool."
Li Fuyao said softly: "Definitely live up to his trust."
Xu Ji patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and laughed softly: "Originally, the old man wanted to send you down the mountain, but later I thought, maybe you will miss a good match, so forget it, I want to come and watch. The Lord will not be embarrassed with you, and if you really send you down the mountain, maybe your Jianxin will also be hindered, but if you really enter the Sword Qi state, you must go down the mountain. Now we must be born."
Li Fuyao held the Qingsi around his waist and nodded.
The old ancestor stopped speaking and turned to the mountain. He had to bring his cultivation back to the peak period before the Lord came. Although there were many sequelae, he had to get through the current situation.
After Li Fuyao's ancestor went up the mountain, he suddenly remembered the smile that Uncle Xianshi had at him before going down the mountain, and Li Fuyao felt a little uncomfortable.
Uncle Xiushi is such a person who likes to hide everything in his heart, and occasionally the things that he reveals are not so thorough, but according to Li Fuyao, it is also very good.
As for why this is so.
It was like this.

The mountains and rivers are fine, but in the demon land in the north, in the vast ocean, now the sword is soaring into the sky, and a white-robed man is vaguely seen standing with a sword, facing the two giant monsters in front of the sky, with an indifferent expression He smiled and said, "How, can you still trap me now?"
The voices of the two huge monsters seemed to roar, "Chao Qingqiu, do you really think you left?"
The white-robed man's expression remained unchanged, "I am going to Qingqiu, no one can stop."
The voice did not fall.
Once again, a fierce sword spirit suddenly emerged.
As the sea water poured in, a huge water sword was gradually formed, and the tip of the water sword pointed at the two great monsters.
The sky is full of sword energy, endless.