Chapter 93: Uncle down the mountain

On the evening when the sword training ended, Li Fuyao talked a lot with his uncle Xie. The problems in swordsmanship were not too many, but when the two people talked about other things, they really talked a lot. Li Fuyao never I didn’t know that Master Xie had so much to say, but when she couldn’t keep it up, Li Fuyao had no other thoughts besides listening quietly, but Xie Lu kept rubbing his head. , Leaving him speechless.
In the early morning of the second day, Li Fuyao went to the hiking trail to practice swords, to deal with the white giant birds, and when he was exhausted, he returned to the mountainside to meet the two sword sages, Lu Changyan and the woman in red, Xie Chen. .
Xie Chen stayed on the lonely mountain as always, not looking at the scene here or paying attention to Li Fuyao. On the contrary, Lu Changyan had a good impression of this boy who came to look for abuse from time to time. After seeing him a few times later, he didn’t. I was eager to take the sword first, but I had to talk to Li Fuyao first.
A white-robed sword Xian Lu Changyan sat cross-legged, looking at Li Fuyao opposite him, focusing on the blue silk on his waist, and sighed: "Bai Zhihan's saber, go down the cliff. I took the sword. I didn’t bring back the three and two from Liu Xiang. Instead, I took back the blue silk of Bai Zhihan. In fact, compared with the two swords, they are actually the same arrogant, but Bai Zhihan is more arrogant, even if he spends more time. Entering the Canghai Realm for a hundred years, we must also make Liu Xiang stronger. He is a true genius of swordsmanship in this mountain and river, but he was born at an untimely time and could not meet that great war. He entered the sea realm and climbed to the top of the sword. What's difficult."
Li Fuyao smiled and said: "I knew that this senior white was so talented, I shouldn't have taken this sword, lest I would bury this senior's sword in my hand."
Lu Changyan shook his head and smiled: "The matter of fate is unclear. Anyway, since it's in your hands, it's your chance. You only need to treat this sword well. Bai Zhihan didn't talk much. , Even with a few sword immortals have never said much, no one knows what he is thinking, you take his sword, you don’t know what he thinks."
Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.
Lu Changyan did not continue to struggle with this matter. Instead, he talked about some kendo insights. After the first sword, and then the second time he saw Li Fuyao, he was surprised at first. Originally, after the climber succeeded in climbing, he could not Here came the hiking trail, but Li Fuyao came for the second time, which made Lu Changyan really feel a little strange. Later, he learned that the young man had not been able to reach the top of the mountain, so he turned to practice sword at the foot of the mountain. , But after he went up the mountain several times and came to this hiking trail, Lu Changyan's only curiosity disappeared, and Li Fuyao couldn't stop him for a few times with the sword, but he didn't. How lost, it’s a big deal. I won’t be able to do it today. I will come back tomorrow. He didn’t have the slightest retreat. This made Lu Changyan a little relieved. If it were not just a ray of chaos, he didn’t have any secrets in his mind. I am willing to pass on the next one. If this was left in his time, naturally it would not be necessary, but now that the swordsman is so withered, there seems to be nothing wrong with doing so. It's just that although he doesn't have any secrets, he still has some kendo insights that he can pass on.
Speaking later, Lu Changyan turned his head and looked at Xie Shen in the distance, and suddenly whispered: "Little guy, do you think Xie's last name is strange?"
Li Fu shook his head, he really didn't dare to criticize Master Xie and her ancestors.
Lu Changyan felt boring, so he didn't want to say anything. After standing up, he said that he was going to draw the sword. Li Fuyao pulled out the long sword Qingsi around his waist, with a calm expression.
Anyway, he can't fight no matter how much he fights, so he can face it calmly.
Xie Shen, the red-robed woman sword fairy on the mountain peak in the distance, saw Li Fuyao coming to be abused again. She just glanced over here, a small arc formed at the corner of her mouth, and then closed her eyes again.
The Xie clan is born as a swordsman. They have been pursuing swordsmanship for thousands of years, and the sword immortals who have been listed in their genealogy are indeed a swordsman family.
Therefore, the Xie clan actually didn't care much about things other than kendo.
Xie Chen is like this, but Xie Lu is an exception.

At the foot of Jianshan Mountain, the old scholar came to the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain after Li Fuyao came down. This time, he didn’t talk to Xi Chunan, but went to ask for Liu Yibai’s wine and the rude mountain foot. Swordsmen drink to each other.
The old scholar loves wine, and Liu Yibai also likes to drink, so the two of them have some common topics. The old scholar carrying a bookcase smiled and said, "I originally had a lot of sword books, which I kept in the previous years. You must be very interested. Your swordsmanship followed Liu Xiang. It’s just that you have a slow start, and your qualifications are not as good as him. You can’t reach his height. It’s just like the scholars in this world don’t necessarily have to be. Like those saints, you don’t have to be the sword fairy Liuxiang when you practice swords, but it seems that you didn’t even want to become Liuxiang, and Liuxiang wouldn’t hesitate without you."
Liu Yibai drank a big sip of wine, and said helplessly: "Who cares about his life, but everyone is rushing forward. It would be too much if I don’t rush upwards. If no one sees it and I can’t beat it again, I will definitely pull my leg. Just run, this life matter is more serious than anything serious."
The old scholar smiled, "You look open and bright."
Liu Yibai touched the saber around his waist and said with a smile: "The old gentleman came to Jianshan this time, and he certainly didn't just have the idea of ​​paying back the favor. Some words were suffocated and hurt."
The old scholar spit, jumped and cursed: "This old man is so unbearable to you? I've walked tens of thousands of miles. I thought I had to be a better name, so you just bury the old man? "
Liu Yibai smiled bitterly and raised the wine bowl, begging for mercy: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong, there are a lot of old gentlemen, don't worry about it."
The old scholar said angrily: "Drink a few more bowls of alcohol to get rid of it!"
Liu Yibai smiled bitterly and speechlessly.
The old Confucian no longer circumvents Liu Yibai, and calmly said: "You let the kid get the blue silk from the bottom of the cliff. Although it is not as good as the handle, it is more suitable for him. Then you have to let him step in as soon as possible. Sword Qi is the realm, Liang Yi is coming soon, the mountain is not peaceful, and your barren mountain will be more chaotic afterwards, and the old man on the mountain can't handle it alone."
Liu Yibai's expression remained unchanged, and a long time later he sighed, "I feel helpless."
The old scholar drank the wine with a strange expression.
He suddenly asked: "Liu Yibai, if you choose one more time, would you run away?"
Liu Yibai frowned, looked at him, was silent for a long time, and smiled: "Yes."
The old scholar put down the wine bowl, "The old man dislikes you, a kid who is full of lies. If it weren't for the chance, I would definitely take you to a fight."
Liu Yibai whispered softly: "These books that the old man read can't hold my sword."
The old scholar was speechless, and after a while he got up and returned to the mountain again.
There was a young man waiting for the old scholar on the mountain road.
The old scholar looked at the little guy on the mountain with a smile, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong, I was trained by your old fellow Xu Ji again?"
Wu Shanhe, with the mountain sword pinned to his waist, made a bitter face, grabbed his own hair bun, and said angrily: "Old sir, why didn't the ancestor let me go down the mountain?"
The old scholar walked a few steps, came to this young man, smiled and asked, "I just want to go down the mountain like this?"
Wu Shanhe nodded, "The scenery under the mountain is quite beautiful. I've long wanted to go down the mountain and have a look. Whether I go to Yanling or Liangxi, I'm always facing this mountain. I'm afraid that everyone will feel annoying. Old sir, if you really live on this mountain for more than ten years, you won’t be too happy at all."
The old scholar shook his head and denied: "If I were to live in such an interesting place for more days, the old man would be very happy."
Wu Shanhe gritted his teeth.
The old scholar walked up the mountain path and said as he walked: "No matter where you stay, it's actually the same, but you want to see the scenery under the mountain, it's great. After walking thousands of miles, maybe this swordsmanship Because he has climbed up several levels, your uncle Chen Sheng, didn’t he just walked around the mountain and got his current cultivation base, and Chao Qingqiu hasn’t been to you much. This mountain is not the same to live well? But your mountain must not be guarded?"
Wu Shanhe followed the old scholar to the mountain, frowning and said: "The ancestor is on the mountain, isn't that good?"
The old Confucian student suddenly turned his head and said solemnly: "What if your ancestor is dead?"
Wu Shanhe had a meal, and then said angrily: "The ancestors are so powerful, they are said to be the most powerful swordsman in this mountain and river except for the sword immortal. How can it be so easy to die."
The old scholar chuckled, noncommittal.
He just asked Wu Shanhe if his ancestors died, who should guard this mountain? Is it Wu Shanhe? Wu Shanhe hesitated, but finally nodded.
Except for Chao Qingqiu, the strongest swordsman, it sounds good, if you really meet that watcher, how on earth, who knows if he can make a move to kill the opponent with one sword.
Before reaching the top of the mountain, the old scholar looked at Wu Shanhe and said earnestly: "There are some things that you have to wait for an opportunity. Maybe this opportunity will come right away, or maybe you won't wait for a lifetime. So, don't Urgent, if I have the opportunity, I will take you down the mountain with you when I go down the mountain and take a walk. Then you won't say anything about missing the mountain."
Wu Shanhe laughed loudly: "A word is a deal, old sir."
The old scholar nodded, and even touched his fist in a matter of course.
Wu Shanhe then left the mountain road to find a good place to practice swords. He was unwilling to see the ancestors so as not to be thrown into the sword grave by him again. He felt that the taste in it was not at all uncomfortable anyway.
The old scholar who came to Wenjianping didn't see the old ancestor on the mountain and didn't know his whereabouts.
It's just that on the way to the mountain, the tall old man standing with his hands holding hands looked at a certain kid sitting cross-eyed in the distance, his expression unchanged, he chuckled, and found it interesting.

Li Fuyao took Lu Changyan's sword and went down the mountain alone. The female sword fairy left no words from beginning to end. Li Fuyao didn't feel disappointed. There are too many master hermits in this world, and he can't say anything. One has to be in contact with him. This has not been pointed out, that is, the chance is not enough, or the female sword fairy can't look at the eyes directly, and if you don't look at the eyes, you won't be able to look at the eyes. In fact, it is not a big deal.
When going down the mountain, Li Fuyao habitually took out the demon pill given by Qinghuai to take a look. This thing is considered to be a great help to the monks, but it is not a good gift, but it can’t hold Li Fuyao likes it. , So I just take it out and have a look.
He was laughing while walking, if Xie Lu saw him, he might have to say something.
After going down the mountain, Li Fuyao was still practicing swords alone in the open space in front of the ruined temple, but this time, none of the three uncles could see it.
In the ruined temple, Liu Yibai holding the wine jar, Xie Lu holding the famous sword Xiaoxue, and Xi Chunan, who hadn’t taken anything, stood still in front of their respective statues.
Xichu Nan said plainly, "Jianshan must not be insulted."
Xie Lu was silent, she was worried.
Liu Yibai laughed and said: "My sword spirit is the strongest. I will try a sword, but if it works, I dare not pack the ticket."
Xichunan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Chen Sheng went up the mountain a few days ago. Although he couldn't see the master, but in fact, his sword is similar to you, and he couldn't kill people. Your sword is not good. Let me come this time."
Liu Yibai yelled, "Brother, where do you kill people? The hidden fish are short. I'm afraid I can't pass it to the master. Anyway, my weeds will grow longer and the chances will be greater."
Xichunan waved his hand, turned his head and looked at the statue behind him, and smiled: "I will let you guys on weekdays. Don’t rob me in this matter today. I just want to go down the mountain to see the scenery. No way?"
Liu Yibai really couldn't say anything this time. He just looked at Xie Lu helplessly and shouted helplessly: "Junior sister."
Xie Lu said softly: "It's all like this, it's not that important to fight for priority."
This time Liu Yibai finally shut up.
Xi Chunan patted his robe, tidied up his hair, and said calmly: "My hidden fish, I won't stay."
Liu Yibai looked solemn.
Xie Lu always looked plain.
Xi Chunan walked out of the ruined temple and asked Liu Yibai for a jar of wine. After drinking half a bowl with Liu Yibai, he waved his hand and stopped drinking. After walking out of the ruined temple, he smiled at Li Fuyao, and then Go straight down the mountain.
The gentle man went down the mountain.
In the ruined temple, Xie Lu was silent for a long time before he went to pick up the half bowl of wine that Xi Chunan had not finished drinking, and drank it in one mouthful.
Liu Yibai is somewhat decadent.
Then in this ruined temple, the statue of Xichunan seemed to have sprouted a spider web, and numerous cracks appeared, large and small.
But Xichunan, who had already reached the front of Lushui Lake, walked along the water with a flat expression.