Chapter 146: There is a sword

This heavy rain on the border of Chen Guo didn't just fall in that small border town.
In the Qingshiban Alley outside a school a hundred miles away in that small town, two umbrella figures stood side by side at the entrance of the school, looking up at the gray tiles opposite the school, they were silent.
Listening to the sound of Langlang books from the academy, the Confucian scholar in Qingshan suddenly asked: "Master Luan, Lin Hongzhu has always been difficult to find. I don't know what method Master Luan did to bring out the remnants of the Demon Cult. mountain?"
The old silver-haired man, known as Lord Luan, was short in stature and wrinkled. If he hadn't been wearing a Yunfeng official uniform representing the highest rank of Chen Guo's courtiers, he would not be seen by anyone no matter where he was placed. The old man glanced.
But this is such an old man with a short stature, unobtrusive appearance, and no power, but he is indeed the pillar of the country of Chen, the real pillar of the temple, the Manchu civil and martial arts see this Luan Xiang, I am afraid that none of them has a look Complacent.
There has always been a saying in the temple of Chen Guo, that when Luan Xiang is frowning, the whole Chen Guo will be overcast.
Fortunately, although the temper of Luan Xiang is not very good, it is difficult for him to feel that he cannot pass. Therefore, Chen Guo is still stable after so many years, even now Chen Guo is delayed. The Emperor Ling gave an order to destroy the State of Zhou, and when the stalemate remained for a long time, this Luan Xiang still laughed all day long.
When the courtier was puzzled, he felt that he had taken a reassurance.
Now I don’t know why, this Luan Xiang is not in the capital’s mansion, but appeared on the border, but none of the temple officials on the capital knows that Luan Xiang has left Beijing, only this Luan Xiang The courtiers were accustomed to such reasons that were common to the old Xiangguo because of their physical ailment. Everyone could see a "live and kicking" Luanxiang in the mansion of the Xiangguo.
In that case, why worry?
Luan Xiang did not turn his head, but still focused on the gray tiles on the opposite side. "Who can guess Lin Hongzhu’s thoughts? Too much talk is equivalent to doing more useless work, so the old man only took this time. The cultivator of the Academy of Reading Seed is only about Zhou Xuance's story. Who knows whether Lin Hongzhu will stop or stop it?"
The Qingshan Confucian frowned and said: "Lin Hongzhuzhen and Zhou Xuance have an inconsistent hatred, dare to risk being chased by Yanling Academy to kill Zhou Xuance?"
Luan Xiang tilted his head and seemed to be thinking about old things in adulthood. After a long silence, the top talent of Chen Guomiao slowly said: "Lin Hongzhu's mind is hard to guess. The destruction of the demonic cult is something that Zhou Xuance did. Since Lin Hongzhu is the leader of the demon cult, he naturally has trouble with Zhou Xuance. It is only a slight announcement that he has this intention or he has to do his best. It is hard to say that the old man of Zhou Xuance is left behind, Lin Hong Zhu's talent is not bad, and with such a half-armored situation to'walk' Zhou Xuance even if he had a chance of winning against Shanglin Hongzhu back then, it is hard to say now."
Luan Xiang paused, and laughed at himself: "We scholars are good at calculating people's minds, and they are also good at using our mouths, but we really have to fight life and death. It's really no match for Lin Hongzhu."
The Confucian scholar in Qingshan laughed blankly, "Since Zhou Xuance has Lin Hongzhu to deal with, why doesn't Luan Xiang allow me to deal with the seed of reading?"
Luan asked instead, "Can you see through Lin Hongzhu's mind?"
The Confucian scholar in Qingshan apologized after a while: "The junior is abrupt."
The old man waved his hand, indicating that it would not be a problem. "No one can guess Lin Hongzhu's thoughts. Who knows what he will do if he rushes to make a move. Wouldn't it be a waste of this plan?"
The Confucian scholar in Qingshan sincerely praised: "Luan Xiang lives in the temple and is located in the world, but he can always observe things on the mountain. It is really rare. Chen Guo Luan Xiang is really a rare blessing."
The old man stretched out his hand under the umbrella, took a handful of rainwater, and said disappointedly: "It is not necessarily true that when I came down from the mountain, all I thought was to assist a generation of Ming princes to destroy Yanling, but the three generations of the Chen Kingdom, Although they are not mediocre masters, their vision and mind are so different. Therefore, Chen Guo has been in the hands of the old man for decades, but it is not as good as Zhou. The Zhou emperor is at least as bold as the Yanling Emperor. If Zhou Guo was elected that year, there might be a lot to do, at least we can see the way forward."
The Confucian scholar in Qingshan didn’t feel anything different from the extremely straightforward words of Luan Xiang, but calmly said: "A dynasty rooted in mountains and rivers for six thousand years, it is difficult for Luan Xiang to be shaken. Now he wants to Destroy it, I'm afraid it will be as difficult as reaching the sky?"
The old man asked back: "How difficult is it?"
The Qingshan Confucian smiled bitterly: "It's harder than our sanctification."
The old man shook his head, "It's just that it's too difficult to be sanctified, so the old man chooses a thing that at least has a chance to succeed. Otherwise, after these hundreds of years, he will really feel extremely boring and grow old slowly?"
The Confucian scholar in Qingshan said, "Luan Xiang is free and easy."
The old man lowered his head, looked at the mud on the backs of his shoes, and whispered softly: "After half an hour, you go to that small town. No matter what, the outcome should be determined. Lin Hongzhu will kill you. There are a lot of tricks. If you are really determined to let Zhou Xuance stay, you will not keep your hands. No matter whether you win or lose, you have a chance of winning against Xuance last week."
The scholar in Qingshan nodded, still thinking about something, but the old man had already turned around.
The Confucian scholars in Qingshan disappeared in a flash.
The old man walked into the school hall, and he kept chattering as he walked through the courtyard: "The old man’s magic power three said that there is no more room for use in Chen State. If I change the gate to Zhou State, the world will definitely call me Luan Ping a white-eyed wolf. Haha, Luan Ping planned three generations for Chen Guo in his whole life, and his benevolence was to do his best. Although Chen Guo did not lose me, but the old man failed Chen Guo. In this way, the old man is not kind. If this is the case, it is better not to do it for Chen Zhou. That's it. If you change the door, you can simply change a bit further."
The sound of the books in the school kept, and the old man came to the door under the eaves and stood with his umbrella.
The teacher who was teaching inside wore a linen shirt and glanced at the door. After seeing the old man, he hurriedly walked out of the school, came to the old man, and called out Mr. respectfully.
The old man beckoned.
The teacher bent over so that the small old man put his hand on his shoulder.
The old man smiled and asked: "Zhizhi, do you remember the ten-year agreement between you and me?"
The teacher pinned the scroll to his waist and replied, "Keep it in mind."
The old man laughed and laughed, "It's so good, so Mr. Today is here to ask you, do you want to be a short-lived pillar of the court, or do you want to steadfastly preach to others for a lifetime?"
The teacher was silent for a while, did not dare to speak.
The old man waved his hand, "I see."
"Go to the capital, everything is arranged, choose one of the six, ten years later, it will be considered a success."
The teacher raised his head and asked, "What did the gentleman do?"
The old man sighed, "From one pond to the other pond."
The teacher stopped talking.
The old man left under an umbrella, and the teacher bowed to him.
Walking in the rain curtain, stepping on a series of drops of water, the old man’s mood cannot be said to be good or bad. In fact, he does not need to think about the choice of this named disciple. Therefore, naturally he cannot be said to be disappointed or not disappointed. It is just that the old man always feels that he is getting older Some accidents should happen.
It just doesn't.
The world is business as usual, hardly change.

The battle in the heavy rain is still anxious.
Lin Hongzhu, the leader of the demon cult, is now drenched in his red clothes, and his white hair is covered with raindrops, but even so, the monk on the mountain who was once famous at the time does not seem to be in the wind.
Instead, Zhou Xuance, who was holding an oiled paper umbrella, looked pale.
The battle of the monks, fighting the realm as a spell tool.
Among these three, Zhou Xuance are all dominant.
But it was still a little bit overwhelming.
Up to now, even he had to admit that the cultivation of the demon cult leader who had been silent for many years was different from the past and it was very difficult to deal with.
Since Lin Hongzhu stopped at that time, he hasn't taken a step back until now.
This demon cult leader gushes out frantically, which means that the jade will be burned.
Ups and downs on the main road created a weird scene.
The two stood in the midst of wind and rain, not giving way to each other.
Gu Yuan on one side was anxious, but couldn't help much.
This reading seed is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of such a powerful monk.

On a certain street in the city, Li Fuyao, carrying a sword box, met a scholar in a green shirt.
This young swordsman opened his sword box and drew his sword almost immediately.
But after a while, he still flew upside down. The Confucian scholar in the blue shirt put his foot on Li Fuyao's face and calmly said: "Ning Shenjing dared to ruin my big things. Today, you are not dead, and there is reason? What about the swordsman, Is it true that now is still six thousand years ago, everyone has to avoid you?"
Li Fuyao's spirits ran wildly in the spirit house, lying in the rain, still struggling to get up.
The scholar in the green shirt glanced at the square sword box on the side, and the blue silk in the sword box trembled slightly.
The scholar in Qingshan frowned. He hadn't seen such a sword in years.
He kicked Li Fuyao away.
"If you are in the Three Sects, you can survive today, but you are a swordsman, how can you keep you?"
The Qingshan Confucian looks plain.
Li Fuyao spit out blood and struggled to get up.
Holding Xiaoxue, handed out a sword.
After a while, it flew out again.
Smashed an earth wall.
The situation was miserable.
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.
But still struggling to get up, he was pinched by the Qingshan scholar, "There are swordsmen like you in the mountains and rivers. It's really annoying."
He threw Li Fuyao casually.
The scholar in the green shirt wiped his hands on the placket.
Feel dirty hands?
After Li Fuyao flew out.
A lantern rolled out.
A gift from the ancestor Xu Ji.
The Confucian scholar in Qingshan stepped out and was suddenly forced to stop.
Between heaven and earth, a sharp sword surged.
The sword intent ransacked this place.

Above Jianshan, the ancestor Xu Ji sat on Wenjian Ping with an ancient sword on his knee.
The old ancestor who was already old-fashioned suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly, "How can I deceive Jianshan?"
The ancestors traveled thousands of miles in an instant.
Until here.
It was between Li Fuyao and Qingshan scholars.
Seeing that the situation was wrong, the Confucian scholars in Qingshan were already ready to withdraw.
But the ancestor stepped forward, full of sword spirit.
The soaring sword intent is rare in the world.
Xu Ji laughed loudly, "A sword is enough for everything in the world."
Complete the language.
The Confucian scholar in Qingshan was pierced by a sword.
This monk in the Chaoyang realm could not say a word from beginning to end.
He was pierced by a sword.
The sword spirit is unabated.
Go to the main road in the city.
Lin Hongzhu suddenly looked up.
The tall ancestor came to the main road with a sword.
Zhou Xuance's face changed drastically. !
Such a swordsman, who is the enemy?
The old ancestor held the sword and asked, "Who is the companion of the Confucian scholar in Qingshan over there who is so courageous to harm my Jianshan disciple?"
Lin Hongzhu suddenly said, "Jianshan ancestor?"
Xu Ji turned his head and smiled: "Do you still recognize the old man?"
Lin Hongzhu laughed loudly, "Swordsmen in the world, apart from Sword Immortal Chao Qingqiu, who else can have this domineering sword aura, except you, the ancestor of Jianshan, who else?"
Xu Ji looked at the demon leader in red, and said with emotion: "It turns out that you are the demon."
Lin Hongzhu didn't change her face, "It's still fortunate to be able to be called a demon by you."
A cold snort.
Xu Ji said indifferently, "Who will pick up my second sword?"
Lin Hongzhu smiled freely: "Although that person has nothing to do with me, it seems that he can't get rid of the relationship anyway. I came with this sword."
Xu Ji turned his head and glanced at Zhou Xuance, and said sarcastically: "It is true that the scholars in the world are like you, there are not so many scholars that the old man looks down on."
Lin Hongzhu smiled freely and swept forward suddenly.
Xu Ji just waved his sword.
Under a sword, the robe that had not been destroyed in any way before has now been scratched a lot.
Lin Hongzhu's face was pale.
Xu Ji took the sword and stood, raising his head and looking into the distance.
"It turns out there is someone else."
Fleeting.
Xu Ji crossed a hundred miles in an instant and came to Luan Ping, a short old man.
This old man with a high reputation in Chen Guochao suddenly stepped back and laughed, "The old man never thought that such a plan would involve you Xu Ji. On that day, he went to Jianshan. The old man thought You are dead, why are you still holding on to death now, going down the mountain and holding on to the prestige?"
Xu Ji didn't want to say more, and swung a sword.
Sword Qi skyrocketed.
Luan Ping said in tears for the first time, "Xu Ji, in the same situation, bully people with a sword!"
The ancestors sneered.
With a sword swung, the sword energy was overwhelming within a radius of several miles.
Luan Ping retreated and then retreated, and in the end he was cut through his stomach with a sword, blood flowing.
Standing on the spot, Xu Ji sneered and said, "What about Jianshan's decline, you still can't be deceived."
Luan Ping looked blank.
Xu Ji's figure dissipated again.

Li Fuyao struggled to get up to pick up the blue silk.
After Xu Ji received the sword, he came here.
Li Fuyao's eyes were moist.
Xu Ji's old attitude is actually much more obvious than when he went down the mountain.
He stretched out his skinny hand, rubbed Li Fuyao's head, and said softly: "Little guy, Master is still there, who dares to bully you?"
Li Fu shook his head.
Xu Ji looked at him lovingly, smiled, and said nothing.
There is a word that the ancestors did not say.
Next time you die, the little guy, there will be no teacher and me in the world.