Chapter 630: Many swords came in the night

There is a village not far from Xiaoyuan City, called Shanshui Village.
This village is close to Xiaoyuan City. The farmers in the village rely on the supply of fresh vegetables for Xiaoyuan City to make a living. There is nothing else. Shanshui Village is not far from Xiaoyuan City. The outline of Xiaoyuancheng can be vaguely seen.
The heavy snow in Xiaoyuan City tonight, but outside of Xiaoyuan City, everything is business as usual, nothing unusual. Looking up in Shanshui Village, even watching the sky with some stars still hanging, does this mean that tomorrow will be again A clear day? It's just that the night is deep now, even those old people who occasionally wake up at night are just in a daze, who has the leisurely feelings to raise their heads to look at the night.
In a small yellow mud yard at the head of the village, the lights were still on. The couple in the house was soaking vegetables picked from the field in the middle of the night in water. This soaked the vegetables. In addition to keeping them fresh, another The layer is to increase the weight. Some ordinary people in this world are honest, but some ordinary people don’t have that. What kind of conscience, what kind of nature, looks very different in front of the silver that can be seen in this eye. It's worth mentioning.
The middle-aged man who stretched out his hand and flicked the vegetables in the water turned his head and glanced at his wife. He cursed and said, "I said that this kind of vegetables has no prospects. Besides, I can't sleep well in the middle of the night. At most, when that kid is admitted, whoever does this is a dog!"
The woman who knows that she talks less by looking at it doesn’t know that this is the first time she heard her man say these things, so she didn’t care at all. She only hesitated for a while when she heard her man mention her kid. Some excitement said: "Mr. Gu'er has said that Gu'er's brain is bright, this time 80% is going to be done. When he is finished, we will also move to the city in the future. Then we will go to get a small shop. Days are different. Even if Gu'er can't become an official in the future, there is definitely no problem with being a teacher, and we don't have to suffer so much."
When she was speaking, the woman's face was full of happiness.
But soon the middle-aged man said angrily: "When that kid is admitted, he will have to get a shop. I don't have to raise the kid for a day or two! It's time for him to honor him."
The woman said softly: "We can't cause too much trouble for our children. Even if we enter the city, we will have a good life."
The man retorted, "What kind of a good day is this?"
"Why not count?"
The woman opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't figure out why this is not a good day.
The man was a little irritable, and he didn't seem to want to talk to his mother-in-law. He just said a lot of gossip while working. Those voices came out of the house, but the sound was not loud and not many people could hear it.
But the two people sitting on the roof can naturally hear clearly.
The two people on the roof, one of them looked like a teenager, looking at the book in his hand and looking at the moonlight, hearing his father and mother talking, and then he spoke to the middle-aged man dressed as an ordinary scholar next to him. Smile.
The middle-aged man sat on the roof, his eyes fell on the night sky, he looked at the sky above Xiaoyuan City in the distance, calm and speechless.
Before the young man read the book for a while, he asked many questions, and the middle-aged man answered them one by one without any difficulties.
After closing the book, the boy looked at the middle-aged man and said sincerely, "Mr. Zhang, your knowledge is really higher than those of the gentlemen in the city."
The middle-aged man called Mr. Zhang did not speak. The compliments he heard in the past were often compared with those saints who had been known for a long time. It is rare for such a young man to open his mouth to compare him with those in Xiaoyuan City. Those teachers who compare.
He thought it was a bit novel, but it was nothing more.
People like him definitely won't do anything because of these novelties. If they did, it wouldn't be him.
After the young man closed the book, he talked more, but apart from the words that praised him, most of them were other gossips. Those gossips, the middle-aged man sitting on the roof was not willing to listen. .
The reason why he has not left this small village is because he is waiting for the opportunity. He said he was waiting for the opportunity. In fact, it is more appropriate to say that he is waiting for someone.
"Sir, you are so knowledgeable, why would you like to stay in such a small place?"
Teenagers always have a lot of questions to ask.
This teacher called Mr. Zhang did not come to this small mountain village today to stay, but came here half a month ago. After coming here, he stayed in a house in the village. Next, by chance, I only met this young man, so in the past two weeks, every night he would come to the roof to see the night, of course, he also helped this young man by the way.
Mr. Zhang turned his head and glanced at the young man, and said calmly: "Stay in a certain place long enough, many people will develop some tiredness. At this time, walking elsewhere can dilute these tiredness. Life is short, a hundred years That’s all, after all, I can’t say how difficult it is, but after all, there will be some people who are different from others. Perhaps watching certain landscapes will not take a long time to watch. This is the case for me. The reason why I left that place and came here was just forced. "
"Forced?"
The boy's eyes were all placed on Mr. Zhang's face.
Mr. Zhang continued: "People like us seem to have nothing to do, and no one can force us. But the world is like this. There are always things that make you have to. Do it."
"This is no different from being forced to be natural."
Mr. Zhang looked at this young man, and said a little digression, "Like you, the biggest vision in your life is to think that one day you can become an official. If you have better luck, an official can go to the capital, but no matter what, the head There is still a majesty the emperor who is in charge of it. It is not really comfortable, it is still in vain."
The young man said unconvincedly: "Sir, is there a comfortable person in this world?"
This was a question by a teenager casually, but when Mr. Zhang was silent, he mustered up the courage to say a few more words, "Life is in the world, with friends and relatives, there are things you can do, and there are things you want to do but cannot do. If you want to be comfortable, doesn't it mean that you can do what you want to do, and no one can persecute what you don't want to do?"
Mr. Zhang thought for a while, and then chuckled softly: "This is the truth. It is really hard to be truly comfortable. It's just that I once had a friend, so I was infinitely close to this."
Speaking of this, a look of remembrance appeared in Mr. Zhang's eyes, "This vast world, for six thousand years, is only one person!"
The boy opened his mouth and called out Mr. Zhang. He was not stupid. He naturally saw that the current Mr. Zhang was on his mind, and his mind was still very serious.
Mr. Zhang stood up and said calmly: "In the past half a month, you have not asked my name, and I have never asked your name. It is a very interesting thing, but after today, the fate between you and me is over. "
The boy's eyes widened.
Next, I'm afraid it will be the most absurd scene he will ever see in his life.
In the night sky, the Mr. Zhang stood up from the roof. He didn't do anything, but his body began to shine with golden light, and then he began to drift away, extremely dazzling in the night.
And just as this Mr. Zhang floated out of this Shanshui Village, an indifferent voice came from a distance, "Go back!"
At the same time, there is a white sword light piercing the night!

This is Liu Xiang.
For any swordsman in the world, these four characters are definitely more than just four characters.
Li Fuyao looked at the man in a blue shirt and swallowed. He was already well-informed. The lingering saint Yanhe in the Wushan Mountain, the Sword Master who had been trapped in Xiaoyuan City for thousands of years.
This is Sword Fairy Willow Lane six thousand years ago?
Anyone else can do it, but why is it the sword fairy Liuxiang?
Before the battle in Luoyang City, Liu Xiang appeared in the clouds. The world only knew that this earthly swordsman had another sword immortal, but few people knew that that person was Liu Xiang, who was the same as the sword immortal six thousand years ago. Willow Lane is inextricably linked.
The sword fairy clearly recorded that he died on Jianshan.
But this one can also be said to be the sword fairy.
But he is not some other sword immortal, but the sword immortal Liu Xiang!
That is a name as loud as Chao Qingqiu.
If Li Fuyao is not stunned, I'm afraid it is still a little abnormal.
After Liu Xiang said those words, he was lost for an instant, "This name, the person who can fight with me is dead, and other people are not good to say anything."
After saying this, Liu Xiang raised his head and looked at the sky, looking at the sea of ​​clouds.
Those Jianguang and Jinguang of, then said: "Sword Lord, if you really want to talk about it, I also want to shout to seniors. When Chao Qingqiu was still there, the world was calm. When this person died, the whole world was in chaos. There is one more sword fairy here and one more saint there. What will happen to the world afterwards?"
The cultivators at the realm of Liu Xiang seemed a little confused about this matter.
Li Fuyao looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be talking to himself, and he quickly got rid of the shocked emotions. He quickly determined one thing, that is, the man in front of him, whether Liu Xiang or not, is always the same. The sword fairy, since he was a sword fairy, appeared here again, naturally it would be very helpful to the sword lord on the cloud, the situation today may be a little different.
So Li Fuyao doesn't need to leave Xiaoyuan City in a hurry now.
It's just that Liu Xiang just looked up at the sky, and didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he asked: "You gave him the ten thousand zhang long?"
Since it is Liu Xiang, he can naturally recognize the sword called Wanzhang.
Liu Xiang was a thriving one six thousand years ago, and the only one who can make him look at it a few more times is the sword immortal ten thousand feet. Since ten thousand feet long is his sword, Liu Xiang will naturally know.
Li Fuyao took a deep breath, and then said, "It went by itself."
The sword is alive, not to mention that the handle is so long that it is willing to be held in the hands of the sword master. Naturally, Li Fuyao has to let go. Long ago, Li Fuyao thought of finding a good sword for this sword. Lord, it’s just that he has not been able to make a trip. Now that the sword has found a master by himself, everyone is happy, but I don’t know what the fate of this sword will be. Will it dissipate in the clouds with the sword lord, or let the world again Everyone knows the name of this sword.
Liu Xiang sighed a little, "At that time, Wan Chi found another way. With this imperial sword technique, it is possible to be invincible in front of other sword immortals, but when I met Liu Xiang, naturally there was nothing to say."
Liu Xiang was the most dazzling monk in that era. Meeting Liu Xiang was the dream of many monks.
Having said this, Liu Xiang looked at Li Fuyao, and then said boringly: "You have been thinking about it until now, whether I am the Liu Xiang that was six thousand years ago."
Liu Xiang tilted his head, "Is it Liu Xiang? It's not a terrible question. According to some people's stereotypes, then I can only be regarded as half of Liu Xiang, and when will I be regarded as a whole Liu Xiang? , Then it depends on whether there is Liu Xiang, but that day, I am Liu Xiang, but not me."
As he spoke, it seemed that some sadness had spread.
Liu Xiang rubbed his cheeks, and then became silent.
Li Fuyao couldn't help asking: "Senior Sword Master seems to be very difficult in the clouds, why doesn't Senior yet take action?"
Liu Xiang folded a piece of willow branch and said calmly: "Wait for someone."
Et al.
In the small mountain village before, the Confucian sage said the same thing. He said waiting for someone, waiting for the opponent, but now Liu Xiang said waiting for someone is waiting for help.
He began to think in pieces, "Chao Qingqiu did such a good job at the beginning of this game, which made us later people feel ashamed if we didn't do it well. Let's kill his two saints here first, and then go to the cloud. Kill a few others, won't this matter be solved?"
Standing not far away, Li Fuyao naturally heard these words clearly, and couldn't help but feel shocked. This is another masterpiece of the Canghai monks?
If it is true as Liu Xiang said, then the two saints who have died here recently will suffer heavy losses, whether they are Confucianism or Taoism. After this, who can compete with the swordsman who has three sword immortals?
The swordsman's line of regaining its former glory seemed to be not far away.
Li Fuyao took a deep breath and tried to be as calm as possible. Could it be that tonight is a night with a different day?
Liu Xiang didn't have time to pay attention to what Li Fuyao was thinking, but he firmly grasped the cut willow branch, then turned his head and looked into the distance and shouted, "Have you come?"
There was no sound in the distance, but there was a sword light in response.
In the night, the sword aura is particularly eye-catching, like a silver dragon, scurrying in the sky.
Liu Xiang held down Bai Wen on his waist, then raised it to look at the clouds. When countless wind and snow met his gaze, they all let go.
This is the sword lord asking him to enter the cloud.
Liu Xiang turned his head and spat, then smiled: "Here."
And in the distance, Jinguang masterpiece!