Chapter 650: Die by the sword

Meng Jin is in the cave.
He hasn't left that place for a long time.
After coming to Jianshan, except for the countless swords he had brought on the mountain road when he first went up the mountain, he was in this cave for the rest of the day. Apart from Zhao Dabao, there was no third person in this cave. .
He is here for cultivating, in fact, it is not this time to climb the sword mountain, it has been many years.
He doesn’t ask about Jianshan, and Jianshan’s disciples can’t even see him. Although he is on the mountain, he doesn’t seem to be on the mountain. If it hadn’t been for a few days ago, he cut out a sword casually, maybe his sense of existence would Has been weak.
But after that sword, things were different, and his sense of existence was not too weak. These days the veteran Sword Mountain Master was the one who talked the most on the mountain. , Naturally there will be many people thinking of coming to see him.
But he never thought that it was not someone else who came first, but Zhao Dabao.
The bamboo building where Zhao Dabao lives is not close to this cave, but he often comes here and found a small path, so when Zhao Dabao ran in the moonlight, he had already passed all the disciples who wanted to come here. , The first appeared in front of Meng Jin’s Dongfu.
He yelled for Master, and then he felt lighter. After a while, he was supported by a sword and flew up, flying into the cave in just an instant.
There was only one futon in the cave, and the old master teacher Meng Jin sat cross-legged on it. His sword was still under Zhao Dabao's body. After Zhao Dabao walked down, it was on Meng Jin's knee.
Meng Jin opened his eyes, took a look at Zhao Dabao, and said calmly, "I already know about the mountain."
He is the person with the highest realm on the mountain. He will naturally know what is going to happen on the mountain, and he will know it earlier than more people. It is impossible to know nothing.
Zhao Dabao yelled anxiously: "Then why the master didn't make a move?!"
Zhao Dabao is a simple boy. It is normal to have such thoughts. Jianshan has already regarded him as his home. The danger in his home must be resolved.
But his realm was not enough, so he could only let Meng Jin come forward.
Meng Jin asked lightly: "Jianshan is your sword mountain for Zhao Dabao?"
Jianshan is the sword mountain of the disciples of Jianshan, and also the sword mountain of swordsmen in the world. There is absolutely no problem with this matter.
But to some extent, Jianshan is Wushanhe's Jianshan.
Even if Zhao Dabao loves this mountain again, he must admit it.
"He hasn't come, and it's useless if you come."
Meng Jin stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhao Dabao's head. There was no expression on the whole person, just looking at it and he was very calm.
Zhao Dabao became more puzzled, "Master, why are you waiting for Master Master to come over?"
Meng Jin said indifferently: "Anything we do should be justified. Since he is the head teacher, he should have the final say in his words and deeds. If I do something rashly, it will be no good to me or him."
Knowing what Zhao Dabao was going to say, Meng Jin continued: "Besides, he will come. Wait a while, it's not a big deal."
Wu Shanhe will come, this Ali is a certainty, if he doesn't come, it is completely unreasonable.
As the Sword Mountain Master, when he encountered a strong enemy, he naturally wanted to find someone who could solve the problem. If he didn't do anything, his Sword Mountain Master did not do a good job.
So he will definitely come.
It's just a matter of time.
As for whether you want to see if Meng Jin can't help but make a move first, I don't know.
But in fact, no matter it is him or anyone, you should know that Meng Jin is very stable and cannot do anything unfavorable to the situation.
Wu Shanhe was walking on the mountain path, and Yanle was right beside him. I am afraid that only Yanle could really listen to Wu Shanhe's words of affection.
It's just that these two people are walking on the trails of the back mountain, and they haven't spoken. Wu Shanhe's expression is not too dignified, but the situation is like this now. If you don't care at all, it is naturally impossible.
People who just want to do big things must learn to hide emotions.
Yanle walked a long time along the mountain road before he really couldn't help it, and asked, "Is the master teacher right about the situation afterwards?"
What is going to happen on the mountain is one thing, knowing it is one thing, but knowing whether it can be solved is another thing.
Wu Shanhe walked in front, his long hair was fixed in the bun, not being blown by the mountain wind, but the corners of his clothes were still slightly swaying, listening to the words of joy, Wu Shanhe smiled plainly, "I can't do anything."
"A Tianshui Gate's last sect master came to the mountain to ask about the sword. I couldn't fight with the sword. I can only hire someone. As for whether the person will take advantage of the situation after I hire someone, I can't stop it even if I don't want to. The poison is in front of me. If you want me to eat it, of course I can only choose the one with'endless troubles', or else I lose face first, and this matter really won't be carried away."
Wu Shanhe is very free and easy, because he has been watching this development.
So he is not in a hurry.
Since this is the case, then do it this way.
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Starlight always couldn't stop it, because there was nothing to stop. Wu Shanhe came to see Meng Jin as well. If it couldn't stop it, naturally it could not stop it.
Before arriving at the cave, Wu Shanhe knelt down without hesitation.
Kneeling to Meng Jin, as the Sword Mountain Master, it is not necessary, but as a three-generation disciple of Meng Jin's line, it is normal to kneel down to see the master, so when he kneels, he doesn't feel anything.
Yan Le knelt next to him. He was an ordinary Jianshan disciple, and it was only natural for the old master to kneel.
Wu Shanhe said loudly: "Someone at the foot of the mountain asked Jian Jianshan, Shanhe boldly asked Master to answer the sword!"
Someone asked the sword and someone answered the sword. This kind of thing seemed very normal.
Whether it is the person who asks the sword or the person who answers it, Wu Shanhe can't handle it.
Wu Shanhe came, and Meng Jin didn't want to make things difficult for him, so he stood up, took Zhao Dabao, and stood at the door of the cave.
Looking at Wu Shanhe condescendingly.
Just took a look.
Meng Jin spoke indifferently, as if talking to himself, "Why are you still alive in Tianshuimen?"
Only Meng Jin who has lived for many years knows many things.
Thousands of words from Tianshuimen are from his time.
Meng Jin tried to open his muddy eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. He could also see the sword-like dragon on the mountain road far away, blinked slightly, and then said, "Go."
The ancient sword in the cave mansion swept out after hearing the words, drawing a white long rainbow in the night sky.
Then there was a dazzling sword light, piercing
Long sky!
The entire Jianshan disciples have seen it.
Many disciples had spontaneously sought out Mengjin before, but only halfway there, they looked up and watched the dazzling sword light rising from the back mountain and reaching the foot of the mountain. Many disciples were very excited and waved their arms.
A voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, "Old Master Teacher answered the sword!"
The voice was loud, and it spread out all at once, and then the whole Jianshan was filled with these words one after another.
The old master has answered the sword! The old master has answered the sword!
Starting with the sword cutting through the sky in Meng Jin, Luo Qianyan at the foot of the mountain also finished his last sip of wine.
Feeling the sword aura coming from the mountain, I laughed a thousand words, "Old Meng Jin, can you still make a sword with your bones?"
An old voice came from afar, "Killing you is not a problem."
Qianyan laughed and raised his breath forward. It was just an instant before he fell on the Jianshan Mountain. Before the two swords met, the Jianshan Formation had already opened automatically. Since this is a comparison sword, it is naturally not counted. What an attack.
Luo Qianyan's pair of straw sandals fell on the mountain road, on other big rocks, and even fell in the sight of Jianshan disciples.
He was full of sword aura, and his sword intent had reached its peak. The sword around his waist even began to tremble. All of this meant that he had met a very strong opponent, even The sword began to get excited.
Meng Jin also appeared under the stars, he did not hold the sword, he was just holding Zhao Dabao.
Like a swordsman in the realm of climbing a building, it will be helpful for ordinary swordsmen to watch it, and the closer to the battlefield, the more so.
On the current Jianshan Mountain, many swordsmen are lucky as long as they can take a look at this battle, especially when Zhao Dabao appears next to Meng Jin.
When the two met, there was no old friend who met a lot of sighs. They just looked at each other, and their sword auras attacked each other. Meng Jin was still standing next to Zhao Dabao, so he had to help Zhao Dabao turned away those sword qi.
This is the first loss.
But Meng Jin's expression remained the same, he seemed very leisurely, as if he did not pay attention to Luo Qianyan.
Also, a swordsman like Meng Jin who has been in the realm of climbing buildings for countless years, I am afraid that apart from the sword fairy, there is really no swordsman that can come into his eyes.
"How to compare?"
Meng Jin spoke slowly.
"A life and death battle, you have lived for so many years, and I have lived for so many years. Instead of dying old, it is better to die under the sword."
Luo Qianyan laughed, and his gray hair moved with the wind.
Meng Jin would never agree with his views. For Meng Jin, such a thing should never be.
To be alive is what Meng Jin wants.
Only being alive is the most important.
Luo Qianyan's sword intent skyrocketed. After a sentence, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and handed out a sword in the air. The whole night seemed to be torn apart by his sword, and the sky was faintly visible.
Meng Jin took Zhao Dabao's hand and squeezed a sword tactic in his hand, and the ancient sword fell back into his hand. Without a moment's pause, the sword in his hand met the sword of falling a thousand words.
The two swordsmen ascended the stairs and met.
There was a loud bang!
The two majestic sword auras spread out, as if a violent wind was blowing in the nine heavens, and the sword wood on the mountain was trembling.