Chapter 643: The light at night, the lantern that year

The night of Jianshan is no different from elsewhere, but tonight is different.
Because Li Fuyao is here.
Wu Shanhe met his junior, and the incident spread throughout Jianshan.
For the disciples of Jianshan, although Wu Shanhe is the Master of Jianshan, in the eyes of the disciples, the position of Master of Jianshan is actually inferior to Li Fuyao.
Wu Shanhe became the head teacher of Jianshan. In fact, in the eyes of many people, in addition to his excellent status, it is also related to his identity and even to his grandfather Sheng Jing. But it is because of this that he is allowed to be a disciple. Our minds are a little worse, and what Li Fuyao has done over the years does not depend on his elders at all, and he has no special status. He only relies on his own sword, whether in the demon land or elsewhere. Well, although many swordsmen are a little shameless because of Qinghuai, there are many people who respect and admire him.
In the night, there are countless lights on Jianshan Mountain. The most shining is in front of the Sword Immortal Hall. Many people are there, waiting for Li Fuyao to come out of it. Many people have heard his name, but have not seen him. Many people want to see him, so many people are waiting for him.
This scene is not common in the mountains.
Wu Shanhe stood in the corner of the Jianxian Hall, watching this scene, not knowing what he was thinking, beside him stood Yanle. After returning from Wushan, he became Wu Shanhe one of the few on the mountain. One of my few friends.
Although Yanle's prestige on the mountain is not as high as those of the senior elders, it is not low.
Looking at this scene at the moment, Yanle sighed: "This is the human heart."
The word "Human Heart" cannot be explained or understood.
Wu Shanhe didn't want to say anything at first, but after hesitating for a moment, he still said: "He is my junior, he has no ideas, the heart is on his side, it is useless."
Yanle held down the hilt of the sword at his waist, and then released it, and then slowly said: "I have heard a story about a certain year in the world. There was a small country where the monarch was very young and the whole country was a little turbulent. , Especially that the monarch is too young, so many people have some ideas. One of the generals is very loyal and has absolutely no rebellious thoughts, but his subordinates do not think so, so one day he led the army on the expedition. At that time, his subordinates put a dragon robe on him."
"After that, he sat on the dragon chair as a matter of course."
Yan Le looked at the sword immortal hall with a strange expression on his face, "So the human heart is still useful."
"Besides, you had other thoughts about him."
Yanle was talking about the previous time in Wushan. In Wushan, whether it was deliberate or not, Wu Shanhe made a bad decision. As a witness, Yanle naturally knew this.
It’s just that he was going to Wushan to gamble. After all, he was a disciple of Bai Weng before. If he didn’t gamble, he would not be able to stand on Jianshan, but Li Fuyao was different. He was Wu Shanhe’s junior and he shouldn’t have been. Such a risk.
"I don't think he will give birth to a gap with me." Wu Shanhe looked at the light in the night and said, "He doesn't have so many ideas."
Yan Le said: "You have a lot of gaps. Before, the old man did what he did in Jianshan, and then in Wushan. Even if there were none, what about before."
"Master Xu gave Jianshan to you instead of him. Doesn't he feel sad?"
Every word punishes the heart.
But Yanle’s mood is still quite flat, not too
Too excited.
Wu Shanhe's Yuebai sword shirt was full of stars, which was very comfortable to look at, but the Sword Mountain Master did not stay for a while under the stars.
When Yanle asked the last question, he left here.
These words of Yanle cannot be said to instigate discord, so Wu Shanhe doesn't think there is any problem, but the words are too straightforward and hurt people's hearts.
Of course, these words are more like a sharp sword stabbed in someone's chest.
Yanle watched Wu Shanhe leave without speaking, and then walked to the Jianxian Hall, and opened the door under the eyes of everyone, revealing the empty hall inside.
"he's not here."
He turned his head and said to the disciples waiting here.
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Li Fuyao is indeed not here. He is walking on another mountain road with his lanterns at the moment. There are stars in the sky, shining on the blue stones. It is not difficult to see things. This is especially true for Li Fuyao, a monk in the Chaomu realm. , But he still played a lantern.
It's just to carry the lantern.
Many years ago, when he climbed this mountain for the first time, but failed to walk into it, the ancestor Xu Ji gave him a lantern at the Jianxian Hall. At that time, he left Jianshan with the lantern. In fact, he was extremely wronged at the time, but at that time, he kept comforting himself.
Later, his realm became higher and higher, and he encountered more and more dangers. Many times he felt that he could not get through, so he thought about this lantern and that night.
Now that I bring up lanterns and revisit the old place again, I feel a lot of emotion.
He knew those disciples were waiting for him, but he didn't want to see them, and now he just wanted to see the newly-accepted junior disciple of Master Chen Sheng.
That's why it is like this.
At the bamboo building, because of Zhao Dabao’s special status, the mountain had arranged for him a new bamboo building. This bamboo building was located near the mountain stream and the scenery was excellent, except for the few swordsmen who climbed the building. The best place to live.
Zhao Dabao, who was originally arranged to be in such a place, actually felt that it was not very good, but after asking his master Chen Sheng, Chen Sheng said something similar to who has the big fist these days and who makes sense.
At that time, Zhao Dabao asked Chen Sheng in a serious manner. Master, you said that your fist is very reasonable, but your fist is not very big.
Chen Sheng is a swordsman in the Spring and Autumn Realm, and his realm is quite exquisite, but on the mountain, he is still not as good as a climbing swordsman like Zhou Qing and Xu Li. Chen Sheng did not talk nonsense with him at the time, just slapped Zhao Dabao on the head. Go up, point to his face, and almost rogue said: "Master, my fists are not big, but my seniority is high, who dares to say a few words in front of me?"
Chen Sheng's realm may only be ranked in the top four on the mountain, and it must be the fourth.
But his seniority is real. The uncle of Jianshan Master and Chen Zhanglu who is in charge of Shan Li are not comparable to ordinary people.
Anyway, Zhao Dabao finally stayed.
It's just that Chen Sheng doesn't come here often, and Zhao Dabao doesn't live here often, because after Meng Jin went up the mountain, he often went to Meng Jin's residence to learn swords.
With the personal teaching of a great swordsman like Meng Jin, Zhao Dabao's realm has improved very quickly, and among the younger generation, the latter comes first.
The reputation soon became big.
Li Fuyao walked slowly all the way to the bamboo building
Before, I just watched the swaying lights in the bamboo building, and I swept out the window a little bit under my feet. Standing outside the window, I could just see the scenery inside the bamboo building.
There was only a young man sitting on the ground in the bamboo building, looking at the scroll of sword sutras in front of him, racking his brains and looking sad.
If nothing happens, this is Zhao Dabao.
Li Fuyao remembered the old Jianxiu that he had met in Xiaoyuan City before. The battle in the clouds, he hurriedly left, completely ignored the life and death of the old Jianxiu. Now that I think about it, there is something wrong, but logically speaking, the saints are Such a realm is not too high an old sword repairman, and he shouldn't be able to do anything.
Converging his mind, Li Fuyao stood outside the window and watched for almost a quarter of an hour, without blocking the Qi, but it seemed that Zhao Dabao's mind was all on the sword scripture, and he didn't even notice the arrival of this senior.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Fuyao returned to the stream. He didn't know what happened, but he remembered the letter Ye Shengge had sent her back.
But before his thoughts dispersed, a figure appeared in the distance.
A sloppy middle-aged man walked out of the mountain forest. He had wine gourds hanging from his waist, but there was no alcohol on his body, but his beard had not been shaved for a long time, and he looked very sloppy.
Such a person, no matter where he wants to come, will not attract attention.
But after Li Fuyao saw him, he still saluted him seriously.
Because this person is not someone else, but his master Chen Sheng.
Chen Sheng looked at the lantern in his hand and said nonchalantly: "I have been thinking about the past, but it's not so good. People should always look forward. Maybe they see hope."
After saying this, Chen Sheng said to himself: "This is really sour."
Li Fuyao smiled and understood his master's temperament.
"Zhao Dabao, the master doesn't care?"
Chen Sheng looked at the night and slowly said: "He has someone watching and it is not my turn. Even if I want to manage, I can't help it now."
Li Fuyao frowned and said, "Will the Master come back?
In the face of others, Li Fuyao may want to hide, but in the face of Chen Sheng, he can speak bluntly, even if Meng Jin is still Chen Sheng's master.
Hearing this, Chen Sheng's mouth curled up, "I miss him as an old man, because I only think about how to become a sword immortal. I'm afraid I won't have any other ideas."
The stars are in the sky, but the starlight is on the ground.
When people get old, they ask for very little.
"I don't think he just wants to be a sword immortal. If that's the case, why didn't he come out in the first place, and the sword immortal was there at that time, it would definitely help him."
Li Fuyao looked at Chen Sheng and said.
Chen Sheng ignored what Li Fuyao said, even if Li Fuyao had no respect for Meng Jin at this time, Chen Sheng did not care.
He thought for a while, and then said: "Then what is he doing?"
The swordsmen on the mountain didn't have much thoughts about the old master returning to the mountain, but whether Chen Sheng, Li Fuyao, or Wu Shanhe knew that things were not easy.
"Now that Zhou Qing and Xu Li are not on the mountain, maybe there will be results in a few days."
Chen Sheng looked at Li Fuyao and at the stars and said.
"Where is Mr. Chao?"
"He went to a good place."
"Ok?"
"He went to Lingshan."