Chapter 466: The story of Bai Weng (2)

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Naturally no one will rescue a child for no reason.
But there is really luck in this matter.
If the child is not caught, he will not meet the swordsman in the prison.
The swordsman thought he had made a big mistake, so he sealed the sword, deliberately let people catch him, and entered the prison. Without any other thoughts, he just waited to die.
To him, who has no other nostalgia in the world, he wants to die.
It happened that his sentence was the same as that of the child, so he was put in the same cell.
Nothing hits it right away.
For the first few days, neither the swordsman nor the child spoke.
After all, that child is too thin and too short, no one thinks he is suitable for anything, maybe death is his only belonging.
Until one day later, the swordsman accidentally caught the child's hand.
It is a pair of extremely thin arms.
Being grasped by the swordsman, the child raised his head and glanced at each other.
The swordsman saw many things, and the children could feel many things.
So the matter came to a logical conclusion, he became the disciple of that swordsman, and that disciple had no attachment to the world, but he wouldn't just watch a good seedling be killed by these mortals.
So on a dark and windy night, the swordsman sent the child out of prison.
He did not leave, because he really had no attachment to this world anymore.
The child left the prison with a sword scripture and a sword.
So far, he began to travel in the world.
He has traveled many places.
When I walked through these places, I also killed many people.
Among those killed, there are good people and bad people.
But in general, there are still mostly bad people.
After traveling in the world for almost a hundred years, the child has grown up, but his figure is still short. With that long sword hanging from an ordinary citizen, he has become a swordsman in the Qing Dynasty.
He originally started in the midst of the dying, and was in trouble again. It is normal for him to have a weird temperament.
Just because of this, the temper is too paranoid.
Because he had a broken family and death, he always felt that if he wanted not to be bullied, he had to become the most powerful talent in the world.
Fortunately, his talent is not low, otherwise the swordsman in the prison would not accept him as a disciple.
Three hundred years later, he finally became a climbing swordsman.
There is only a line from the sea.
Maybe if you want, you can cross over.
It's just for some reason that he hasn't taken that step for a long time, otherwise there might be another Swordsman of the Sea in this world.
Of course, this is his own idea.
Until one day, he heard a sword sound in the mountain.
Then he saw that many swordsmen had gone to Baiyu Town.
He understood what the sound of swords meant, but he ignored it, because in this world, not everyone is worthy of relying on.
Not everything is worth your life.
Even being in danger is not worth it.
So he did not leave the mountain that time, but sent his disciples out to inquire.
He soon learned of Jianshan's reopening.
To choose the head teacher.
At first he had no interest in this matter.
His thoughts in this life are probably still a great ocean, independent of others.
Until someday afterwards, because of something.
He chose to go out, so he went to Jianshan.
That child then became the whiteweed.
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"This story is smelly and long."
Bai Weng looked at the things that appeared in the glass, very disgusted.
The old man smiled and said: "Looking back at your life, you don't feel any pride at all. It is indeed not a good story."
Bai Weng is still in a cold mood, "good stories are in the future."
The old man said: "Some of the past stories have not been presented. Why on earth are you doing this head teacher?"
Bai Weng was silent.
The old man drank a few sips of wine and exclaimed: "This mountain is nothing else, and it is not something people with ulterior motives can get involved."
Bai Weng said, "I'll talk if you stop it."
Having said this, Bai Weng did not intend to consume it here anymore, he lifted the sword and handed it out to the old man.
This is an ordinary sword, nothing fancy, like a childish child, a sword is handed out, piercing the old man's body.
There is no blood.
The old man is not a real person.
He looked at Bai Weng, still smiling, "Why do you think you are such a person?"
Bai Weng ignored it.
Withdraw that sword.
The small courtyard disappeared.
The front is just a mountain road.
He looked into the distance and continued to walk forward.
A story has a beginning and an end, and doing things is naturally the same.
Bai Weng's back figure gradually disappeared on the mountain road.
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Soon after, a young man in a gray robe with a tired face came here.
Wu Shanhe.
He also saw a small courtyard.
There is still a stone table in the small courtyard, but there is no pear tree.
Wu Shanhe pushed in and saw the young man in gray robe sitting by the stone table.
The young man looked at Wu Shanhe and said softly: "Why do you have to fight?"
Wu Shanhe walked into the courtyard, didn't take a seat, just stood and said calmly: "Because it should have been a fight."
"I keep saying that this is my sword mountain."
The young man asked, "Why do you think this is your sword mountain?"
Wu Shanhe said, "Why not mine."
The young man knocked on the stone table with his hand, and then said: "There is no reason to say."
"There are so many unreasonable things in this world, but what I did is nothing unreasonable."
Wu Shanhe looked plain, pressing the Shanhe sword on his waist.
The young man said, "Please drink."
When he said this, he didn't know where to take out a wine bowl and put it in front of Wu Shanhe.
There is wine in the bowl, and there is a story in the wine.
If nothing happens, this should be another story.
But Wu Shanhe only took a look, then reached out his hand to lift the wine bowl and drank it all.
The young man said bitterly, "There is no such thing as you."
Wu Shanhe should not be taken by common sense.
Wu Shanhe calmly said: "I was originally a disciple of Jianshan, how could I not know the wonders of Jianshan Great Formation, how could my ancestors respect me so much, why didn't they tell me the mystery?"
The young man sighed and wanted to say something, but it quickly disappeared.
Wu Shanhe walked out of this small courtyard blankly, and soon continued down the mountain road.
If Bai Weng wants to break through this sword mountain formation, he must first defeat Wu Shanhe.
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Bai Weng walked on the mountain path, and the more he went up, he had been attacked and killed many times.
The ancestor Xu Ji is a rare kendo in a century
A genius, who has controlled Jianshan for so many years, and his familiarity with the sword mountain formation has reached a terrifying level. Although he is not presiding over this formation now, there is no need to say how terrifying the formation is. .
Even in this big formation, Bai Weng is far from being at a loss.
He had a lot of worried emotions. As for why, it was naturally not because of the sword formation, but because of the "person" who looked at him from a distance and the sword energy on the "person".
Those sword aura and sword intent were the strongest that Bai Weng felt.
He can even conclude that if he walks to the top of the mountain, he will definitely have a battle with "that person" at that time. Maybe he is the strongest opponent he has encountered since practicing sword. hand?
Or maybe there is another swordsman who has already stepped into the sea sitting in Jianshan?
But if that is the case, why is it so easy to watch the main beam up the mountain back then?
Bai Weng frowned, looked at the front, and whispered: "No matter what, I'm here, whoever stops me is a matter of one sword."
This sentence was very hard, but it was a pity that the voice was too small and did not spread far.
Nor can it be heard by too many people.
It's just that not far behind, there is already a gray-robed young man standing there, looking forward with an unobstructed expression.
He squeezed the mountain and river sword at his waist and looked forward, as if he wanted to make a sword at any time.
An old voice came from the mountain road.
"Although the world belongs to you young people, if you do something, maybe you can become a dead person."
Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's expression became very strange, his face turned pale, but his hand still held the sword tightly.
If you really want to shoot a sword against him, then do it.
After all, this is his sword mountain of Wu Shanhe.
No one else's, but his Wu Shanhe.

The day is not short.
After Li Fuyao walked into the ruined temple alone, the first thing he did was drag a jar of wine from the stage where the statue was originally present.
Then he looked at the dirt for a long time.
It took a long time to pick up a wine bowl and pour a bowl of wine for himself.
He had just practiced the sword that year, because Shishu Xie Lu was either intentional or unintentional, and did not tell him that he had to climb to the top of Jianshan Mountain before dark, so he stayed on the mountain road for a long time.
Therefore, he lost his qualifications to become a disciple of Jianshan.
At that time, the ancestor Xu Ji gave Li Fuyao a big red lantern. After that, Li Fuyao went down the mountain and stayed at the foot of Jianshan Mountain for several years. In the past few years, he has dealt with three uncles.
Liu Yibai, who dominates with sword spirit, Xie Lu, who is unparalleled in swordsmanship.
And that Shishu Nan, who is gentle at all times.
Chen Sheng is his nominal master, but the three master uncles who really taught him the kendo.
Therefore, Li Fuyao respected these three uncles very much.
This is the first time he has returned to Jianshan after leaving Jianshan.
Revisiting the old place is nothing more than the same.
Mostly sentimental.
Especially when the deceased is no longer there.
Li Fuyao thought of the time when Master Xie Lu competed with him every day, thought of Master Xi's daily training of sword intent with him, and thought it was okay to drink with Master Uncle Liu Yibai.
This may be the happiest time in his sword practice career.
There is no other idea, just practice sword.
Li Fuyao took a sip of wine, then put down the wine bowl, and took a pounding at the soil.
His head was buried in the soil.
There were several whimpers.
It has been more than ten years since I first saw a few uncles.