Chapter 652: The light on the mountain is the beginning

Even if Tianshuimen no longer exists in the world, but Luoqianyan hasn't died yet, it is equivalent to this sect that there are still people. After all, Luoqianyan is really one person and one sect.
It's just that if you leave the world with a thousand words today, then Tianshuimen will truly perish.
The prosperity and demise of the sect are all things that happen in the world all the time, so there is no need to care about it.
After Luo Qianyan's momentum reached the top of the entire climbing tower, there were more and more sword gangs on the sword in his hand. After a while, the sword was bent a little, and Jian Gang suddenly left the sword and swept towards Meng Jin. Eyebrow, stretched out his hand to stop, just for a moment, he pressed the sword gang under his hand, the sword gang fell on the mountain road, and with a loud bang, it directly smashed the mountain road into a big hole.
As Jian Gang fell, Meng Jin suddenly retreated. As soon as he waved his hand, the ancient sword would fly into his hands.
It turned out that after he left, where he stood, a majestic sword aura came from outside the sky and fell to the place where he stood before.
After Meng Jin retreated, he finally grasped the ancient sword in his hand, he lifted the sword, and all the sword aura on his body was condensed.
He didn't know how many storms he had seen in his entire life, people like Luo Qianyan, how many he had seen, and what to be afraid of.
Meng Jin took a deep breath. He hadn't made a killer move before. That's because now it's not the time to make a killer move, but now you can see everything clearly, and the sword is no problem.
With the ancient sword in hand, Meng Jin calmly said, "Sword Mountain Meng Jin, please."
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Wu Shanhe returned to Wenjianping, where Chen Sheng had been watching for a long time. Seeing Wu Shanhe returned here, Chen Sheng didn't care about him, just staring at the peak battle of the swordsman on the mountain road.
Wu Shanhe knew that Chen Sheng’s thoughts were not on him at the moment, but he still took the initiative to say: "Uncle Master thinks that tomorrow, the Sword Mountain Master will still be me?"
Chen Sheng didn't turn his head either. He originally planned to ignore it, but after thinking for a moment, he said, "You have a sword order. It's a good thing to say. You want to come to Jianshan and never show up."
Wu Shanhe shook his head and said, "The Jianshan of today is not the Jianshan of the year. Uncle Master himself knows exactly who these people are."
After listening to these words, Chen Sheng thought for a while, then rubbed his head, only sneered: "If you are driven from this position, you will be the first in Jianshan history to walk down with such a shame. Jianshan's head teacher, you can't stand it by yourself, please weigh it yourself."
What Chen Sheng said is very reasonable. In the history of Jianshan, no matter who was the Jianshan Master, he really had no experience of being driven down. If Wu Shanhe was like this, he would really be a laughingstock.
Wu Shanhe looked at Chen Sheng a little helplessly, and said with a smile: "If you don't let me be a swordsman, I will only let it be my junior."
This junior is not someone else, but Li Fuyao.
Chen Sheng frowned slightly, "Don't say whether he can become the Sword Mountain Master, even if he becomes the Sword Mountain Master, when he steps up, he will definitely be much harder than you."
Wu Shanhe has not been able to convince the public as Jianshanzhang because of his youth and realm. Of course, he has not done anything to honor the swordsman. This is the root cause, but if Li Fuyao does Jianshanzhang There are many problems in teaching, and the most important ones are those of Li Fuyao and Qinghuai.
This is the biggest problem.
So Li Fuyao couldn't do the Sword Mountain Master.
There are too many things in the world that cannot be done.
There are too many things in the world that cannot be done.
Chen Sheng was much harder to say, and he simply moved away from Wu Shanhe. He walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at Jianshan that was about to light up, and then exclaimed: "Since Master has given Jianshan into your hands, it is yours. Even if someone else robs you, you can’t give it. No matter who that person is, if you don’t give it, I will help you. If you give it, I will kill you."
Chen Sheng seldom takes time to be serious, but once this man is serious, the whole person will be very invisible.
This is Chen Sheng.
Wu Shanhe also became more serious. He saluted Chen Sheng seriously, "Thank you, Master!"
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The battle of the mountain road was magnificent at the beginning, and even more so at the end. As the sky gradually brightened, Luo Qianyan and Meng Jin’s Bijian was about to come to an end. The last Sect Master of Tianshuimen had to fight Meng Jin this evening I tried the three items of Jianqi, Swordsmanship and Jianyi, but lost all of them.
In the end, it really fell into place, and when it was about to fight a life and death battle, I lost again.
Meng Jin's Sword
A lot has fallen on him, but his sword only left a scar on Meng Jin.
It's on the lower abdomen.
The injury is not serious, let alone death.
In this match, no matter how you look at it, he was defeated.
But he is not dead yet.
The so-called battle of life and death cannot be said to have been lost if one does not die.
When his last sword jade broke into force, he could already hear the sound of the sword. When the real sword was handed out, the situation on the sword mountain was changing, and the sword tree was swaying constantly. Judging from the momentum, the sword light It is the best sword in the world.
From the point of view of practicability, the same is true. The sword light is like the starlight, to tear through the night, and the sword intent is like a sharp sword with the same handle, filling all corners of the mountain road.
Meng Jin looked at this sword with the same expression. He is not just a stupid swordsman who knows how to practice swordsmanship. When he was teaching swordsmanship, apart from practicing swordsmanship, he also looked at a lot of things. Those things on the mountain.
In short, it seems that he knows more and more things.
Tianshuimen's sword move, he naturally knew that even in Jianshan, there were records about how to avoid its edge and how to hit its weakness.
Meng Jin knows all these things, but Meng Jin is unwilling to follow the dossier to respond to this sword.
He just held the sword, pulled out a sword flower in his hand, and then handed it out.
These are two pairs of swords representing the strongest swordsman in the building.
The wind stopped.
The night is gone.
Jianshan lights up.
The sky light illuminates Jianshan, but it is the sword light that is more dazzling than the sky light.
These countless sword lights, one after another.
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"The old master teaches the swordsmanship cultivation so high, this sword light can be brighter than the sky."
"What do you know, the realm of the old master is already high, and it is normal to have such a scene. The old man Sheng Jingsheng was also lower than the old master. You think it’s just an older person who started early Okay? Doesn't this still have to be a realm?"
"Yes, yes, Shengjing is not as good as the old head teacher."
"Everyone, please be careful. You must know that Shengjing is a relative of the head teacher."
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Everywhere on Jianshan, there are talks, endless.
There are disciples everywhere.
Everyone is talking about what they think in their hearts. Everyone is very happy. This is a happy day for Jianshan. Although few people can see the situation on this mountain road, everyone can feel it. This old master teaches The sword energy is much more than that of the one on the mountain, which is an obvious advantage.
Cheers and laughter filled the mountains.
However, Zhao Dabao silently walked to a secluded place and sat down, putting his feet in the stream.
Obviously, the master now has the absolute initiative, but I don't know why he just feels very unhappy, even depressed.
He doesn't know why, but he is not happy.
He looked at the sword light in the forest, he didn't know what he was thinking, his expression was very complicated anyway.
Until someone touched his head.
Zhao Dabao turned around, saw a familiar face, and then whispered to Senior Brother.
The young man carrying the sword box took off his shoes and socks and sat with Zhao Dabao by the stream, putting his feet in the stream. Then he asked softly: "The disciples on the mountain are all laughing, why are you unhappy?"
Zhao Dabao was in a low mood at first, but he was even more sad when he heard these words. He shook his head, "I don't know, brother."
Li Fuyao rubbed his head and continued: "Do you think what will happen to Master waiting for a while to win?"
Zhao Dabao was a boy, not a stupid boy. He also guessed that the situation on the mountain had changed. Adding those words from the previous master, he became even more suspicious.
Li Fuyao smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about what happens on the mountain. You just need to practice the sword. This should not be too difficult to do."
Practicing the sword well, this is almost all the elders' expectations of Zhao Dabao.
Zhao Dabao nodded, and then asked, "Brother, if something really happened, what would you do?"
Li Fuyao was startled slightly, and then said: "Let me take a look first, if the development is not very good, I will say what to do."
Zhao Dabao was confused, but continued to ask, "I mean, if Master and Master had a dispute, who would you help?"
"Who will help me?"
"Then senior brother is not afraid that one of them will blame you?"
Li Fuyao looks very
Looking at Zhao Dabao suspiciously, he asked casually: "Then do you have a way for them not to blame?"
Zhao Dabao thought about it carefully, and then really didn't think of a reason, so in the end he could only shook his head, "No."
Li Fuyao patted his head.
This picture is very warm.
Zhao Dabao said: "Brother, I still like this mountain very much. Although some seniors look unpleasant, but Master Master, Master, I like them very much, as well as the trees on the mountains and the streams on the mountains. I like all of them."
Li Fuyao listened carefully to what he said, and found that he didn’t like the master’s statement in the end. Then he smiled. A teenager like Zhao Dabao has a clear distinction between love and hatred. At this age, if you like it, you don’t like it. If you don't like it, you won't hide it. Besides, if you treat him well, he will definitely like it. If you treat him badly, naturally don't think that Zhao Dabao will like you.
Chen Sheng is an example. This master didn't perform his duties, and his disciples didn't like it, and it seemed that there was no problem.
This should be no problem at all.
"The mountain is very good, I don't want the mountain to become bad, brother."
When saying this, Zhao Dabao was pleading.
Li Fuyao glanced at him.
Then he asked: "Is everything business as usual or everything is the same?"
There is only one word difference, but if you really need to study it, these are two situations.
As usual means being the same as usual, and being old means not changing at all.
Zhao Dabao didn't speak, but stared at his feet in the stream. A teenager like this still knew something.
Li Fuyao stopped asking more questions, and after rubbing Zhao Dabao's head, he began to wash his feet.
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The sky light illuminates Jianshan, and the sword light is gathered away.
Luo Qianyan retracted the sword and stood with Meng Jin. Looking at Meng Jin, Luo Qianyan said with a sigh, "Why didn't someone like you cross the sea?"
Meng Jin did not speak.
He has completely become a sword immortal in the realm of the sea. He lacks nothing, whether it is experience or anything else. The only thing he lacks is courage. After trying it once that year, he has not tried the second in these years. Times, so this is lack of courage.
Why lack of courage.
Just because of fear.
Fear of death.
Luo Qianyan lowered his head to untie the torn pair of straw sandals under his feet, and held them in his hands, "I have never done anything good in my life, and I wanted to go to the sea to see, but in the end, I couldn't step into the threshold. You obviously have already stepped on one foot, how can you remain indifferent? Is it possible that the adult scenery is so worthy of nostalgia?"
Luo Qianyan's eyes were full of puzzlement.
Meng Jin was silent for a moment, and then said: "Death is really a very painful thing. You don't care. It's because I've reached the end, and I'm still too early to die, so I don't want to experience this."
Luo Qianyan smiled. Although he didn't know what he was laughing at, his smile made Meng Jin seem to be mocking him.
But now he is a dying person, so he should be tolerated, so Meng Jin didn't speak.
He just looked at the fall of a thousand words.
Luo Qianyan said: "I went up the mountain as a game set by others. Since you are also in the game, you should naturally know it, but you did nothing. It seems that it is really because of fear of death."
It is said that people are about to die, and their words are good, but that is not the case when a thousand words are lost.
He held the straw sandals and said calmly: "The jade broken sword will never be seen in the world since then."
Meng Jin shook his head and said: "Your sword has been seen by others, and someone may have learned it. There are many smart people in this world. If he happens to practice the sword again, it is really possible."
Luo Qianyan said again: "There must be no one wearing straw sandals anymore."
There will be poor people wearing straw sandals, but there are no swordsmen wearing straw sandals. This is normal.
Because Tianshuimen is gone.
Luo Qianyan sighed.
"I like the young man at the foot of the mountain. I hope that one day he can cross the sea and become a swordsman even more powerful than the sword fairy."
Even more powerful than the sword immortal can only be the real immortal after the ascent.
Meng Jin didn't say a word, just watched a thousand words fall.
Luo Qianyan closed his eyes, and then the whole person began to transform into a ray of sword energy, drifting with the wind, and then dissipating in the wind.
The death of a person is like a lamp extinguished, or like a wind.
Meng Jin stood there, watching the surge of swordsmen, very calm.