Chapter 110: Revisiting

During the summer season after the summer season, the ancestor Xu Ji met two apprentices before going down to the ruins of the temple at the foot of the mountain. The first I met Xie Lu, and to this female disciple who was supposed to be a good family background, Xu Ji was really wrong. Knowing what to say, he finally stayed in front of the ruined temple for a long time. After saying something not salty and not indifferent, Xu Ji turned to look for Liu Yibai, but there was no Xie Lu who spoke to him, and his expression was calm.
In the ruined temple, Liu Yibai first dragged out a jar of wine and threw it to his master, and then dragged out another jar of wine from under his statue. Without paying attention, he just sat on the stone platform in front of the statue. Pick up a lot of dust.
Xu Ji said angrily: "Bring a bowl!"
Liu Yibai reluctantly threw another small wine bowl from under the statue.
Xu Ji wiped his cuffs indiscriminately, and then poured a bowl of wine, took a sip, and cursed: "Liu Yibai, you really know that you respect the teacher!"
Liu Yibai shrank his neck and said of course: "You don't drink much, good wine is for you, it's wasted."
Xu Ji snorted coldly, noncommittal, but drank the remaining half of the bowl of wine in one breath, and then looked at Liu Yibai silently.
Liu Yibai was so flustered by the ancestors that he touched his cheek, and said indifferently: "Okay, I've died once anyway. Now it's a real farewell to this mountain and river. What's the big deal? You can see it, you still can't bear it?"
Xu Ji looked sad. This was the first time this strong old man showed such emotions in front of his disciples.
After drinking several sips of wine, Liu Yibai unconsciously touched the hilt of the weeds around his waist.
Xu Ji sighed, "The sword was indeed made for you as a teacher. Although from your perspective, it doesn't matter if the sword was made or not, but in fact these years, The bottom of the teacher's heart is very uncomfortable."
Liu Yibai smacked his lips, "No one blames you. If you are inferior to humans, you will die if you die. It is you, who spends these cultivation bases to suspend the three of us, can we still hate you? "
Xu Ji was silent.
Liu Yibai put down the wine jar, looked at the statue behind him, walked a few steps, and came to the ancestor Xu Ji's side, and he stood shoulder to shoulder, and then looked at it a few times, and he was a little surprised and said: "Huh. , I remember you used to be a lot taller than me, why are you shorter?"
Xu Ji smiled, patted his head, and scolded, "Jing nonsense."
Liu Yibai didn't take it seriously, but he always laughed cheerfully: "You have carried a mountain alone, can you overwhelm you?"
Xu Ji rubbed this guy's head, only to pour another bowl of wine, this time drinking very happily.
In fact, among the three people in the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, Liu Yibai, who dominates with sword spirit, is regarded as the disciple who is the most miserable to him. Senior brother Xi Chunan grew up on the mountain with a quiet temperament and is not fast on the kendo. , But extremely stable, this kind of swordsman will feel at ease no matter who he looks at. Xie Lu is dedicated to swordsmanship, and he is naturally suitable for swordsmanship. Chen Sheng is the most talented and the temperament is the most joyous, which is annoying. It’s just Liu Yibai. Although he has gone very far on the path of Jian Qi, he has been arrogant. If not, his achievements will be more than that. That’s how Xu Ji actually hates iron and steel. Before that incident, he was a little dissatisfied with him. After that incident, Xu Ji killed the Taoist monk with a sword and cut off the opportunity to become a sword immortal. All three of them had to attach themselves to this statue. The relationship between Liu Yibai and Xu Ji is very delicate. The gap between the two is increasing. The ancestor Xu Ji has lived on the mountain for a long time, while the three of Liu Yibai settled at the foot of the mountain.
Now that the two of them have opened their hearts, it can be regarded as breaking the last gulf between the two. But whether it was too late, neither of them thought about it or spoke out.
In the end, when the old man was about to turn his head and walk out of the ruined temple, Liu Yibai suddenly called him.
Xu Ji turned his head, and Liu Yibai frowned and said, "You have to let Fuyao know that it was not because of his stinginess that his uncle Liu didn't give him the sword at his waist. Compared to the younger sister and senior brother, Liu Yibai is right. The importance of swords may be the highest."
Xu Ji smiled and shook his head, "When do you Liu Yibai care about these things?"
Liu Yibai said annoyed: "At this moment, I really worry that he will become a character like Chao Qingqiu in the future. Chen Sheng will definitely want to mention it. The younger sister and senior brother are indispensable, in case it is because of me. If he didn't give him the sword, he wouldn't mention my name. That's really a loss."
Xu Ji was a little speechless, but felt very happy.
After arriving in the open space outside the ruined temple, Ye Shengge, the Taoist seed who relied on not leaving, has been staying in front of the ruined temple these days, without a trace at night, but tomorrow will be almost next to the big bluestone, watching her plant it. That peach blossom.
Li Fuyao was sitting cross-legged in the open space in the distance. He might not be very happy with this Taoist species, so he kept pulling the distance far away.
Xu Ji first stood by the Taoist species Ye Shengge for a while, and looked at this Taoist species a few times. After all, it is the future of Liangxi Shenxian Mountain. These years, there have been rumors in the mountains and rivers about how powerful this Taoist species is. This makes Xu Ji can be regarded as a little curious, but after a few glances, Ye Shengge ignored him, and he was too lazy to say that no matter how desolate Jianshan was, he would not necessarily compete with this young girl.
After coming to Li Fuyao, Xu Ji sat down right beside him and said straightforwardly: "Your master Chen Sheng is actually my apprentice. With the addition of your three masters at the foot of Jianshan, this is me. I have received all the disciples in my life."
Li Fuyao was shocked suddenly, opened his mouth, thinking about what he had seen and heard on the top of the mountain trail. He was a little surprised, but there was no resentment. After a moment of silence, he still called out Master.
Xu Ji looked at Li Fuyao lovingly, and smiled calmly: "Whether you are going up the mountain that day or you are practicing in Jianshan, it is actually a predecessor, and you can't force it. If you want to blame Master for your iron heart, it's up to you. , It’s just that I came to see you today. There are two things. The first thing is to tell you something I told you three uncles and your master in the past, and the second thing is after I’ve finished speaking. Let's compare swords once. What do you think?"
Li Fuyao nodded and said sternly: "But it's up to the master's arrangement."
After Xu Ji nodded, he straightened up and said calmly, "I told you that the truth in this world is not the original intention. What I want to talk about is the method of practicing swords. The monks on the mountain and the three religions, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are all regarded as roots. We are the only swordsmen who were born out of the rivers and lakes. They were just mountain people rolling in the world. The sword ancestor used his own power to bring the swordsman from the mountain to the mountain. It is the gospel of the swordsman in the world. After that, we swordsman. One line, one of the best among the mountain monks, the sword immortal's combat power, overwhelming the three saints, maintained for thousands of years, six thousand years ago, a battle that brought our swordsmen to such a situation, let’s not Regret, just start from scratch, but there are fewer swordsmen, and the inheritance will inevitably be less. Some golden and jade words that are inevitable will be lost. Some things in Master’s mind, while they are still there, I will tell you. You Remember as much as you want. Anyway, you may not have heard of such things, but you have embarked on a better path. So if you don’t remember, don’t feel guilty."
Li Fuyao was noncommittal.
Xu Ji continued: "Swordsman practicing sword is different from the cultivation of the three religions monks. If you really want to say it, it will be full of smoke and fire. Therefore, the three religions monks should stay away from the world if they want to maintain a pure heart. For us swordsmen, it’s really meaningless. After you go down the mountain, if you can go to those rivers and lakes, it’s actually very good. It’s not as good as the smoke and fire, it’s not as good as practicing swords in seclusion, and all kinds of chores in the world. Don’t be afraid. If you meet you, you will meet. To experience and feel, it is not bad for Jianxin. You Shishu Liu came out of the rivers and lakes back then and achieved this situation. His experience in the rivers and lakes back then was his stumbling block, according to the master, it is not necessarily.
Li Fu shook his brows and stretched out, and asked softly: "Master, if something undecidable makes my heart upset, does the shadow affect Jianxin?"
Xu Ji asked back: "Could it be possible that the sword immortal in this world can't encounter something that upsets my heart?"
Li Fuyao smiled, but he understood just this few words.
Xu Ji smiled and nodded, "There are too many embarrassing facts in the world. Some things cannot distinguish right from wrong, and some cannot distinguish black and white. If you meet, how do you choose?"
Li Fuyao thought for a while, shook his head, "Fuyao doesn't know."
Xu Ji pointed to the two swords on his knee, the meaning was obvious.
Li Fuyao tentatively asked: "A sword to do it?"
Xu Ji shook her head and pointed to her chest.
Li Fuyao nodded.
Xu Ji nodded with relief, "It's hard not to do a few wrong things in the world. If you don't want to choose because of a wrong choice, that's a cowardly behavior."
Li Fuyao said solemnly: "Fuyao has been taught."
Xu Ji smiled and nodded. This time he began to seriously talk about the wrong roads that might be encountered in kendo, and how to avoid crossing the threshold. Finally, the ancestor smiled and talked about Chen Sheng, saying that it was his apprentice. , Your master, after going up the mountain, he couldn’t pull it. After being taught several times by him, he didn’t know how to converge. Later, the two sword immortals who went to provoke the mountain trail were beaten with a merciless sword by Lu Changyan. Half-dead, and then settled for a long time. It's just that he was born with joy, staying in one place for a short time, and finally leaving Jianshan was a matter of course.
Li Fuyao talked to his master for a long time. In the end, Xu Ji told him that the lantern he gave to Li Fuyao before going down the mountain should be preserved, although it is not as good as the one that can see people in the past and this life. The lantern, but it is always extraordinary. It is one of the few magical artifacts on the mountain. It has no effect on the enemy, but it is useful to walk at night.
Li Fuyao naturally understood the meaning of these words, so he took it down very seriously.
Xu Ji seems to be very happy to be able to talk to Li Fuyao so much, so for a while, there is nothing like Jian's thoughts, but a lot of babbles. If this is seen by other people, he might really start to drop his jaw. When did the ancestors So talkative?
In the end, the ancestor, who had finally remembered the business, pointed to the two swords on Li Fuyao's knee and asked, "Which one do you use?"
Li Fuyao smiled, and instead of holding Qingsi, he held Xiaoxue instead.
The old ancestor was a little surprised, but still didn’t say anything. He just reached out and picked up the blue silk, but the scabbard made by the green bamboo had some cracks before the sheath was pulled out. The green silk was full of sword aura, and it seemed not. Like Xu Ji.
Xu Ji's expression remained unchanged, and she clenched the blue silk tightly.
Li Fuyao held Xiaoxue tightly.
What he meant was very clear. The ancestors had never used Qingsi, and Qingsi naturally rejected it, and his use of Xiaoxue was not very handy, so it was fair to some extent.
Only the moment Li Fuyao held Xiaoxue tightly, Xie Lu had walked out before the ruined temple over there, followed by Liu Yibai, who was drinking, and the two leaned on the door, watching this side.
After the ancestor Xu Ji took the sword, although he tried his best to keep his sword aura from being exposed, the aura still made Li Fuyao feel a little uneasy.
Holding the blue silk, Xu Ji quietly asked with a smile: "Just use the sword to attack the enemy, just click it."
Li Fuyao nodded and responded with a good word.
So the two really started to compete at the foot of this sword mountain.
In the distance, Liu Yibai said, "When did the old man feed the sword to others himself? This is the first time."
Xie Lu was also a little moved. She whispered: "The old man has high hopes for Fuyao this kid, but I don't know if Fuyao will feel too much pressure?"
Liu Yibai tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Even if you can resist this temperament, no matter how much pressure the old man puts, it is not a big deal."
Xie Lu said angrily, "You look very open, and you are not your disciple anyway."
Liu Yibai chewed the grass roots in his mouth and said nothing more.
But far away, Xu Ji and Li Fuyao's sword match had already begun, but there was a big gap between the two people's realm. It was not as good as the old ancestor was feeding the sword for Li Fuyao.
It's just that Li Fuyao, who has been practicing swords for more than two years, occasionally shines with swordsmanship.

At the foot of the mountain, Xu Ji was feeding the sword for Li Fuyao, while in front of the sword tomb, the old scholar carrying the bookcase was teaching the sage doctrine to the young man in the sword tomb. Every day, I think about my body, and no scholars can't not be Hony. In short, the old scholars just say what they think of.
This made Wu Shanhe in the sword grave almost crazy.
After the old Confucian had almost said the truth, he began to casually read some sage articles, but he could not read an article completely. He only read some sentences when he thought of some fragments, and replaced them with others if he couldn’t remember. One article, in short, the mouth kept on, causing Wu Shanhe inside to collapse.
It’s just that when Wu Shanhe almost couldn’t stand it, the old scholar would stop for a while and give him a chance to breathe. In the end he simply lost his book and asked with a smile: "Wu Xiaomutou, do you think the old man will give Let’s talk about the truth that dead wood cannot be carved and ruined."
There was a helpless voice from the sword grave, "Old sir, I don't want to hear any more reason."
The old scholar angrily rebuked: "You know what a fart, if you can really calmly ponder these truths, where is the slightest uncomfortable, you elm-headed old man will come to you to tell you this in vain, maybe listen to the kid at the foot of the mountain, A hundred times stronger than you."
Wu Shanhe was speechless for a while, wondering if he didn't know what to say or he didn't want to pay attention to the old scholars.
The old scholar gloats and said: "The old ancestor on your mountain is feeding the kid at the foot of the mountain now, Wu Xiaomutou, what do you think."
Wu Shanhe in the sword mound gritted his teeth, but still said nothing.
The old scholar was in a good mood, and finally he smiled and stopped talking.
But Wu Shanhe quickly asked: "Old gentleman, the ancestor went down the mountain just to feed that kid with a sword?"
The old scholar twitched his lips, "That's it."
Wu Shanhe looked sad.
Only the next moment, the old scholar smiled calmly: "That kid is destined to go down the mountain, but you Wu Shanhe, but your ancestors have high hopes, I hope you can become an ancestor under Jianshan."
Wu Shanhe was startled and did not speak.
The old scholar looked down the mountain and said calmly: "After today, Jianshan has changed dramatically."

The foot of the mountain quickly came to an end. Xu Ji, the ancestor, returned the sword to Li Fuyao. He smiled with satisfaction: "Just go on like this. You will come to the end of the sword in the world one day."
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly, but did not refute it.
Liu Yibai suddenly said sadly: "Junior Sister, I won't see you anymore."
Xie Lu rarely yelled his senior gentleman, and then whispered: "You really don't want to let the weeds rise?"
Liu Yibai shook his head, "With a sword in his hand, he died well."
Xie Lu frowned and said, "This sentence is extremely messy."
This time Liu Yibai didn't speak any more, but his eyes were clear and his sword aura remained silent.
After a while, the old man will do his best to draw out the sword, and will not leave his hands to touch the two people in the temple, so he can only draw a sword before the old man draws the sword.
This sword asks the subject.
Xie Lu didn't have so much obsession, but looked at Li Fuyao with nostalgia in his eyes.
She really felt sorry for the child.
Not just because he is a disciple of Chen Sheng.
Xu Ji looked towards the ruined temple and said nothing. In the end, he just waved his hand, then smiled at Li Fuyao and climbed again.
Along the way, Xu Ji's expression was very indifferent, as if seeing everything in the world, he was not surprised at all. After returning to Wenjianping, when he picked up the old thing, he suddenly exploded into a momentum, Xu Ji The whole person is full of spirits, although he has white hair, it seems to be back in his youth.
And in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan, the two remaining statues had cracks.
The old scholar sitting in front of the sword tomb, chanting a good line from a saint's article, "A gentleman is inept at words but quick in action."
In front of the green lake under Menchen Mountain, a middle-aged man stepped onto the Menchen Mountain with a calm expression.