Chapter 113: Less alcohol

Not long after the master went down the mountain, the old scholar carrying a bookcase talked a lot to the ancestor Xu Jixu on the mountain road, and then Xu Ji, who looked dull and white, nodded.
The old Confucian smiled and said, "Don't worry, at most three to four hundred years, the old man will give you a swordsman in the stairs realm."
Xu Ji's expression was indifferent, "You don't have to force it. Since he had the idea of ​​going down the mountain, no one can stop him. It's just that you take care of him after going down the mountain now."
The old scholar nodded and sighed, but he didn't say anything. After going up the mountain, he went straight to the sword tomb, and he didn't talk about the young man in the sword tomb. He said the principles of the sages, but said that Xu Ji had agreed. You Wu Xiaomutou and the old man travel the world together, and come back in three to five hundred years.
Jian Zhongli was silent for a long time before responding.
Wu Shanhe, who looked a little haggard, walked out of the sword mound, still with a sword hanging from his waist. He only saw the old scholars but not the ancestors. His first word was that I would not go down the mountain.
The old scholar blew his beard and stared, almost giving him a chestnut right away.
After a while, the old scholar who figured out the key of it softly comforted: "Xu Ji is already in such a situation. You also know that Jianshan is in the current situation. It is not a way to stay on the mountain. After going down the mountain, increase the cultivation base and one day become The great swordsman who stands up to the ground, can reason with the guru, wring his wrists, and then go to Shenxie Mountain to find the place, return to Jianshan, and re-bright the swordsman is your burden, you can't shirk it, you On the mountain, it's actually no different from escaping."
Wu Shanhe looked in a daze, and finally nodded, just to meet Li Fuyao before going down the mountain.
The old Confucian waved his hand and did not stop anything. After Liang Yi went down the mountain, Jianshan would not have any major incidents in a short time. On the contrary, it would soon become a real barren mountain. According to the current situation of the ancestor Xu Ji, at most three After five years, the lamp will be exhausted. Except for Wu Shanhe and Xu Ji, the swordsmen on the mountain are actually phantoms. In order to cover people's eyes, the three people in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain are half alive, and the rest do not exist at all After Wu Shanhe went down, Xu Ji was the only one left on this mountain. Needless to say, his last time was to set up a sword formation on this Jianshan Mountain, so that no outsiders could climb the mountain anymore, unless One day, Wu Shanhe or Li Fuyao, who became a great swordsman, can return to this mountain.
Naturally, if there are other advanced swordsmen who are willing to go up the mountain, it is also feasible.
At least the other monks of the three religions, if they want to forcibly climb the mountain, they are afraid that they will be stabbed into hedgehogs by the countless swords on this mountain.
After all, there are only a few monks in the world who are as brilliant and talented as watching the master.
Walking out of the Jian Tomb, the old Confucian and Wu Shanhe descended to the foot of Jianshan. After reaching the foot of Jianshan, the old Confucian looked at the Taoist with a smile and said that he wanted to talk to her about the truth. Ye Shengge ignored the seemingly unruly man The old scholar, just dug one hole after another in the clearing under Jianshan Mountain, and took the time to find the peach blossom branches from the mountain before planting them one by one. According to her idea, it should not be long before this Jianshan foot. Then there will be a peach forest growing out, and she will see it again in a few years, and it should be a good place.
The old scholar was not at all annoyed at Ye Shengge’s ignorance. He just chose a fairly good vacant floor and sat on the floor. After flipping through the book, he glanced at Li Fuyao who was sitting on the large bluestone and drinking. His expression was complicated, and he was a little confused. The two disciples on the mountain, Wu Shanhe and Li Fuyao, both in terms of roots and knowledge of kendo, Wu Shanhe is better than Li Fuyao, why Xu Ji still optimistic about Li Fuyao, Unwilling to use Jianshan to restrain his Jianxin. Is it because Li Fuyao is your disciple and grandson?
Over there, Wu Shanhe and Li Fuyao, who were sitting together on the large blue stone, drank two jars of wine that Li Fuyao dragged from the ruins of the ruined temple.
Wu Shanhe looked complicated, and asked softly: "I want to travel with the old man to the mountains and rivers. I don't know how long it will take to return to Jianshan. Do you want to be together?"
Li Fuyao pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "I shouldn't be able to stay long before going down the mountain. It's just that the place I want to go should not be what you want to go. Besides, it's not that important if I'm not in the same industry."
Wu Shanhe frowned, "When you climbed the mountain, if I told you that you had to go to the top of the mountain before dark, you should be my junior now. Although the identity of Jianshan disciple looks inferior to the present A monk of the Three Sects, but it is still a place that all sword practitioners in the world dream of. Don't you care?"
Li Fuyao smiled and did not nod nor shook his head.
Wu Shanhe sighed, "I have always wanted a junior brother."
Li Fu shook his brows and stretched out, and asked softly, "Chen Sheng, what are you calling?"
Wu Shanhe was surprised: "Uncle Master."
Li Fuyao nodded, "He is my master."
There was light in Wu Shanhe's eyes, and he laughed, "Little Junior Brother."
Li Fuyao didn't say anything, but he recognized this statement.
Wu Shanhe was in a good mood, and his previous depression was wiped out.
He smiled and looked at Li Fuyao, "The first time you saw the brother, didn't you prepare any meeting ceremony?"
Li Fuyao corrected in a low voice: "This is the second time."
Wu Shanhe remembered for no reason the experience that he had been blocked by Master Xie Lu several times before going down the mountain, and he felt a little complicated.
In the end, Li Fuyao patted the clothes, and motioned to him that there were only a few things on his body. Which one do you think?
Wu Shanhe really took a closer look at Li Fuyao's body. He was carrying the sword case behind him. He didn't know how many swords it contained, but he couldn't ask for it anyway. After all, the sword was too much for a swordsman. Important, Wu Shanhe thought for a long time before pointing to the wine gourd on Li Fuyao's waist.
That is what Liu Yibai did for a few days without doing anything else. This Uncle Liu is a free and easy person and never deliberately wanted to leave something, so this wine gourd is not considered to be left by him. What Li Fuyao gave to Li Fuyao was nothing more than what Li Fuyao found in the ruins of the ruined temple.
Li Fuyao thought about it for a while, and quickly untied the wine gourd and handed it to Wu Shanhe, softly instructing: "This is Uncle Liu's thing, please keep it safe."
After Wu Shanhe took the wine gourd, he was a little stunned. Originally, he only regarded this thing as Li Fuyao's, but now it is not Li Fuyao's, but Liu Yibai's.
Wu Shanhe nodded, "This is not the thing you gave me, but I will keep it, and when you really want to give me something, will you change it?"
Li Fuyao asked doubtfully: "What gift do you want?"
Wu Shanhe thought for a while, "There are sharks in the North Sea, and the scabbard made of shark skin is worthy of my mountain sword. How about, see me next time, find me one?"
Li Fuyao thought for a while, and finally accepted it, but didn't say that he would definitely find it. After all, these things are not simple.
Wu Shanhe jumped off the big bluestone, shook the wine gourd in his hand, and signaled to see each other later.
Li Fushook nodded his head, and took another sip of wine into his mouth.
Ye Shengge stood up, did not go to see Wu Shanhe, but after wiping off her sweat, she felt quite a sense of accomplishment, as if she had stepped into Qingsi from the same step back in the past.
At that time, Guanzhu had something to offer to Ye Shengge with a treasure from the mountain, which shocked the other Taoists on the mountain, and it was at that time that things about Guanzhu and Ye Shengge gradually came out.
After the old Confucian and Wu Shanhe packed up, they were ready to go down the mountain, but Xu Ji did not appear from beginning to end, which made Wu Shanhe a little bit disappointed.
Walking on the mountain road, Wu Shanhe was listless.
The old Confucian student is at ease.
When he was so excited, he even read out a sage sentence or two casually, making Wu Shanhe's spirit even more difficult to mention.
When these two arrived in front of the Lushui Lake at the foot of the mountain, they actually saw a white robe by the lake in the distance.
The old scholar was speechless.
Wu Shanhe didn't know why.
The white robe just passed away in a flash, Wu Shanhe didn't see it clearly.
The old Confucian sighed: "You little wood, really bad luck, if he gives you a few words, it will be more meaningful than you have been practicing swords for ten years."
Wu Shanhe asked cautiously: "That is Chaojianxian?"
The old scholar nodded.
Wu Shanhe took a breath of air-conditioning, obviously shocked.
The old Confucian student "comprehensively" asked: "Chao Qingqiu must have gone up the mountain, or shall we return to the mountain and ask him to give you some advice?"
Wu Shanhe looked at the mountain road, thought about it, and then shook his head.
The old Confucian smiled and asked, "Why, can't you give up?"
Wu Shanhe was a little embarrassed: "I just feel that the fate has not been reached, so I can't force it, but in fact, if Chao Jianxian can point me to something, it must be an excellent thing."
The old Confucian patted him on the shoulder and praised: "You little wood, you have a good temper. With this idea, let alone other things, the future will not be bad."
Wu Shanhe smiled helplessly.
After walking a few steps, the old scholar asked again: "Really not going? This is the sword fairy, there is only one in the mountains and rivers!"
Wu Shanhe grimaced, "If you talk about it, old gentleman, I will really regret it."
The old scholar laughed heartily and was in a good mood.
You may not be optimistic about Wu Shanhe, but the old man is going to tell you that this guy is not inferior to Li Fuyao at all, and even better. If it doesn't work, wait for a hundred years to see.
See who was stronger at that time!

And on the Menchen Mountain Road, Chao Qingqiu, with a pale face in a white robe, stood on the mountain road and looked at Xu Ji, who was covered in white hair, and smiled silently.
Xu Ji smiled freely. The difference in age between the two is actually not that big, but Chaoqing Qiuzi is even worse.
Calculating carefully, the two are actually of the same generation.
Xu Ji laughed in a low voice: "Chao Jianxian, majestic."