Chapter 648: People who chase the stars (4)

Few people will hurry at night. Most people who walk at night are very anxious, because they have to go to a certain place, so they have to go to a certain place, because they are afraid that they will not be able to go to a certain place within a given time.
There are many people on the road in this world, but few people rush to die at night.
But it's not that there is no such thing as this one, who is rushing to die.
This is an old man with gray hair and a gray robe. There is a sword hanging from his waist. The sword is very old, and some of the patterns on the sheath are beginning to fade. Looking at it, you know that this sword has come to this world. For many years, the gray robe on his body is also a bit old. It doesn’t look like gray, but the upper area is covered with dust. Then it becomes gray, but these are not important. The most important thing is A pair of straw sandals were stepped on the old man's feet.
A pair of straw sandals.
This is difficult to understand.
How could it be a pair of straw sandals.
The old man's expression was very calm. He walked in the mountains and forests, walked on the lake, walked all the places he was going to walk, and did not speak.
That pair of straw sandals did not know how many distances he had traveled with him, but it looked very new now. The old man in the old robe and new straw sandals did not know where he came from, but the place he was going was very clear. He was going to Dayu Territory.
There are many sects in Dayu, but the only place that can make him care about it is the place called Jianshan. After all, he himself is a swordsman, and it is normal for a swordsman to go to Jianshan.
But he didn't go to Jianshan to learn swordsmanship, but died.
It doesn't seem to be accurate to say that. To be precise, if he goes to Jianshan, he will die anyway, but as for the old age or being killed by someone, that is not necessarily true.
He practiced swords in retreat for many years, and then he did not know what happened, and fell asleep. This sleep lasted for hundreds of years. Until one day, when a sword sound awakened him, he only knew that something happened in the world. What kind of change, it turns out that there is another sword fairy in this world.
At that time, after he felt the sound of the sword in the cave, he saw that sword. That sword must be the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life. He was just a swordsman who climbed upstairs and knew that he couldn't stop it. , So he didn't do anything, but at that time he had an idea whether he could become a sword fairy.
For this idea, he began to try and try to break the realm. After all, he has been standing in the climbing realm for many years. He slept for hundreds of years and wasted hundreds of years. But this is not entirely without benefit, at least his realm is higher. Many, but this is not enough to make him break into the ocean.
But he tried several times, but failed every time.
The last time, when he almost died in the cave, he saw some golden light in the distance. When the golden light dissipated, a Taoist came to him and rescued him.
That Taoist was a monk from the sea, the old man knew very well.
So he didn't give birth to thoughts that shouldn't be born, so he waited quietly for death.
But the Taoist didn't make any move, just asked him if he died, he hoped he would die in old age or fight.
The old man said nothing at the time.
So the Taoist asked again: "Do you know Meng Jin?"
He had heard the name Meng Jin before he went to sleep, so he naturally knew it.
"Since you can't make a living, why not see if you are the number one in the world?"
This is the last word left by the Taoist.
This sentence made the old man ponder for a long time, and finally he felt reasonable, so silently dying of old age is not a good ending
He couldn't die like this if he died, so he put on the robe that he hadn't worn for hundreds of years, put on the pair of straw sandals, put on the sword, left the cave and headed for Jianshan.
There is Meng Jin on Jianshan. This should be the strongest player in the building, so he wants to ask Jian.
Of course, he knows it’s not that simple, but he doesn’t care too much. Of course, you can’t make a dying person think too much.
They do not have to bear any responsibilities.
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The old man walked quickly, but he didn't just know to bury his head on the road. He saw many scenery that he hadn't seen in hundreds of years on the road, and his mood was getting better and better, and the sword intent in his chest became stronger and stronger. When he was approaching the border of Dayu, he himself felt that his state was the best time in the past hundreds of years.
On the following moonlit night, he stopped by a certain lake.
So he saw two bright moons hanging in the night sky at this moment.
It is impossible for the sun and the moon to shine together in the world, nor is it possible for two rounds of bright moon to appear in one night.
So there was a slight silence, and the sword around his waist was unsheathed.
The scabbard was very old, but the sword looked very bright, and it did not look like an ancient sword that had not been sheathed for many years.
The sword came out of its sheath with sword light, passing across the lake, tearing open a large piece of lake water, and then falling on the bright moon in the distance.
The bright moon was still bright, but the sword light dissipated.
In front of Mingyue, this sword light seemed to be insignificant, and it was really not enough to be mentioned.
The old man didn’t speak much, just stepped heavily on the ground with straw sandals, and a majestic sword intent spread out. Those sword intent swept the lake, and soon a huge water sword appeared, facing the bright moon, it was a The sword stabbed out.
The majestic sword aura was rolled away, and the scene was extremely magnificent when looking at it. It was like this scene, I'm afraid that few people can ignore it.
But the middle-aged Taoist who appeared by the lake didn't look at it.
As soon as he appeared by the lake, the old man noticed him, but he didn't say a word. Anyone could see that the moon was not true. Since it was not true, it could only be the Taoist practiced by this person. .
Taoism is endless, and the only one who can display a round of bright moon is the master of Shenxianshan.
The old man stood up with his sword. He didn't have much time and didn't want to waste his last life here.
"who are you?"
"Liang Yi."
The old man looked at Liang Yi and was silent. Liang Yi knew his identity even after he slept like this for hundreds of years.
Because some people are really important, not ordinary people.
Liang Yi stood by the lake, looked at the old man in straw sandals, and calmly said: "I remember many years ago, there was a kendo sect called Tianshuimen. It was in Liangxi. That kendo sect and other kendo sects There is no difference, the only difference is that the swordsmen there wear a pair of straw sandals, but the heritage has been broken hundreds of years ago."
The old man listened to Liang Yi quietly.
Liang Yi said: "The Dao Sect's control over Liang Xi is far more than you can imagine. There are records of the disciples in the Water Gate that day. There are records of when they returned to heaven and when they left the world, except for the last sect master. know."
"It's just that if I remember correctly, you should be called Luo Qianyan."
Liang Yi looked at the falling a thousand words, "Since it disappeared for so many years,
Why did you think of coming out again? "
Luo Qianyan still didn't say a word, but always accumulated sword intent.
Liang Yi looked at the falling a thousand words, and said calmly: "You know who I am. If you don't tell me where you went, you might die here tonight."
Death in Jianshan and death here are actually deaths, but there is a big difference. Luo Qianyan is a person who only wants to die in Jianshan, so he said, "Go to Jianshan."
"doing what."
"Bi sword."
This is the answer.
There is no need to tell lies, so Liang also understands.
"I'm very old, it."
The meaning of the vicissitudes revealed in this sentence can only be understood by those who empathize with him. Although Liang Yi is also a monk who climbs the building, he is very young, so he doesn't quite understand the vicissitudes of it.
But he stopped.
The bright moon went dark.
Liang Yi looked at Luo Qianyan and asked, "I have a certain degree of confidence to draw a sword to Mengjin."
In fact, even Liang Yi did not necessarily win against Meng Jin. Meng Jin's time in the realm of ascending towers was too long to be comparable to that of ordinary monks.
Luo Qianyan seemed a little excited when he heard this, "You don't understand, we are all swordsmen. When we compare swords, we must not only look at the level of the realm, but also the level of the sword, so maybe I can beat him."
"The opportunity is great."
Lu Qianyan's eyes gleamed with light, as if the stars of tonight fell in his eyes.
Liang also stopped talking. Why did he leave Shenxieshan? It is because there is news that the Sect Master of Tianshuimen has reappeared in the world. He needs to figure out why he is, but now, this is just the last madness of an old man. , And Jianshan is responsible for this madness, so it has nothing to do with him.
This should be what Daomen would like to see.
Liang Yi thought of this and stepped aside.
Luo Qianyan didn't look at him again, but left a footprint on the ground, and the whole person was gone.
The sword qi dissipated immediately and was no longer visible.
Maybe you can see it elsewhere, but Liang doesn't care.
He turned and headed to the west. Ye Shengge left Shenxie Mountain a long time ago, saying that he was going to Buddhism. Liang Yi was late for her to go down the mountain for a long time, but he also had to go and see. Duolu stopped at the boundary of mountains and rivers, but if anyone dared to attack Ye Shengge in the mountains and rivers, this time, he didn't care about anything and would kill these people.
If you don't talk about affection, there is actually no affection to talk about.
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The starlight fell at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, Li Fuyao looked into the distance, and soon saw an old man hanging sword walking up to Jianshan Mountain.
Under the stars, his old face didn't have the tiredness of traveling thousands of miles, only excitement.
Li Fuyao stood beside Yanle.
Yanle frowned slightly.
Neither person spoke.
The old man looked at these two people, and after a moment he showed approving eyes, "Sure enough, it is Jianshan, one Chaomu and Taiqing, they are all excellent seedlings."
Then the old man asked seriously: "Is this Jianshan?"
Li Fuyao did not speak, but Yanle nodded.
The old man smiled.
Then under the starlight, he shook his voice with a mighty sword intent, "The last Sovereign of Tianshuimen has made a thousand words, ask Jianjianshan!"