Super Elation Under the Sun

In Luoyang City, it has been March since winter and spring.

The old and the young walked slowly in a not-so-wide alley. Walking ahead was an old scholar carrying a bookcase. His face was old and his figure was not tall. When he looked closely, he was even a little rickety.

At this moment, carrying a bookcase and walking in this dingy alley, the old Confucian student is still chattering. First, he chanted a few famous verses that were widely spread by Confucian ancestors, and then he said a few words that he saw in a certain poem. A few exquisite poems.

After reading and reading, in the end the old scholar just sighed and looked up. He didn't know where he was looking, but no matter where he was looking, he couldn't cross the high walls on either side. He could only confine his eyes.

The young man behind this old scholar is slender, wearing a moon-white gown, with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and a sheathed long sword that can be seen to be anything but ordinary, if his eyesight is better. Some, even more able to see the words "mountain and river" on his scabbard.

Taking the word "Shanhe" as the name of the sword is enough to prove that this sword is extraordinary. It is even more presumptuous to say that the young man who hangs this sword has the word "Shanhe" in his name.

Walking in the alley, this young man did not conceal his sword aura, so wherever he went, he must be full of sword aura.

Regarding this point, the old scholar in front of him had already told him and persuaded him, but the young man didn't care about it and never paid attention to it.

The old Confucian student is not the kind of pedantic scholar who has to repeat one thing many times. After saying it once, the young man kept talking, he stopped talking nonsense and let the young man go.

I have traveled with this young man for more than two years. I have traveled through various countries in Yanling, Dayu and Liangxi. The old scholar witnessed how this young man went from the Qingsi realm to the Taiqing realm. Yes, I also watched the young man's sword intent become purer and sharper.

If at this time, let him compete with Ye Shengge two years ago, it is still hard to say whether he will win or lose, but he has at least a seven-point chance of winning.

However, the current Ye Shengge is not the Ye Shengge of two years ago, and if you encounter it again, the chances of winning are not easy to say.

In the mountains and rivers, the Taoist Ye Shengge is still a figure that many brilliant young people regard as a mountain. Others want to cross this mountain, but this young man just wants to cut the mountain with a sword.

His swordsmanship, there were only some obstacles in the way forward, so it was cut open with a single sword.

This kind of kendo coincides with the sword fairy Liuxiang six thousand years ago, but the two are six thousand years apart, and the relationship is not too big.

After walking a few steps, the young man suddenly stopped, glanced at the changed mansion not far away, and then looked down at a stone wall in this alley.

There are several sword marks of different depths on it.

He chuckled softly: "He used his sword, right here, and he should have been against a monk in the clear realm. In the end he won, but winning is definitely not easy."

The old scholar whose realm has not been known to outsiders also stopped, turned his head to look at the few sword marks of different depths on the wall, and nodded thoughtfully, "Sword intent has reached here and has already entered. Going forward at the door, even if it’s difficult, it’s still on the right path. Xu Jing valued him back then, and he didn’t hesitate to make swords for him. This young man seems to be much worse than you. , But in fact, this kind of upper-middle qualification is just right. The talent is too high as that of Bai Zhihan, but in a few decades he has almost climbed into the sea, and finally failed to reach the realm of sword fairy."

"Furthermore, Xu Ji and Chao Qingqiu, Xu Ji's aptitude on the bright side was much higher than that of Chao Qingqiu, but in the end he was not as good as Chao Qingqiu, who entered the sword immortal as soon as Chao Qingqiu. It is the most powerful person in this mountain and river, whether it is a saint of the three religions or a big monster giant, encountering him is just a matter of sword."

"Wu Shanhe, the only person in your generation is Li Fuyao. If both of you can become sword immortals in the Canghai Realm in the future, the old lady will think that he is going to climb that summit before you."

As Jianshan’s youngest disciple, Wu Shanhe has also experienced many life and death battles after going down the mountain. In every battle, no matter who the opponent is or the level of cultivation, he will definitely do his best. He Wu Shanhe thinks purely, there is only one sentence to revitalize Jianshan.

As for how to rejuvenate, after all, you have to set foot on the sea and become another sword fairy among the mountains and rivers.

Now the old scholar talked about the order of swordsmanship in the future, Wu Shanhe said without admitting defeat: "Even if Fuyao has hope to climb the sea, Wu Shanhe will not be slower than him!"

The old Confucian laughed in a low voice: "Since you have the word "mountain and river" in your name, it can be seen that some people have high expectations of you. After all, if there is no word, perhaps among the two of you, the possibility of you becoming a sword fairy is far away. Higher than Li Fuyao."

He stared at this young man who had been traveling with him for two years and had experienced many wars. His temperament had changed a little. He was silent for a while. After six thousand years of decay, he relied on one or two people to turn the tide and continue. Brilliance is actually not realistic.

At first he bowed his head, and then bent down again. Finally, Wu Shanhe, who was sitting on the ground, stroked these sword marks and sighed softly, "I know why the ancestor treated him better than me. I am a disciple of Jianshan. I have to rely on me to take on the important task, but he is not, just like the poor sons and rich daughters of these secular people, he is just a guy who has not even climbed Jianshan, although there is Master Chen Sheng’s apprentice There are three uncles at the foot of Jianshan who have carefully taught him, but after all, they are not Jianshan disciples. Therefore, the ancestors hoped that he would have a better life, and he was unwilling to put the burden on him, so he had a lot of love."

After standing up, Wu Shanhe chuckled and said, "Since my ancestors valued me so much, I will act as he wishes and move forward with weight."

The old Confucian did not say much. He just unpacked the bookbox on the back and turned it around for a short time. He found a porcelain bowl that didn't seem to be any special, and handed it to Wu Shanhe. Wu Shanhe silently unlocked the wine gourd around his waist. The scholar filled a bowl, and the two were sitting against the wall in the alley. Wu Shanhe raised his head and drank the wine from the wine gourd. The old scholar was holding the wine and remembered Xu Ji, the ancestor of Jianshan. In ancient times, he knew this when the news that he shook his sword for Li Fu reached his ears, he just didn't tell Wu Shanhe.

As one of the few friends of the old Confucian in his life, this Jianshan ancestor, in his opinion, is really not like an old friend who can talk for days and nights, but he absolutely believes in one thing. , No matter who it is, if you want to kill yourself in front of him, you will be sturdily hit by Xu Ji's sword.

It doesn't matter if the person is the saint of the Three Religions or the great demon of the evil land, it is nothing more than that.

Is this kind of friend worthy of his deep friendship?

He once wrote a eulogy for his apprentice Xi Chunan, but never wrote one for Xu Ji, because even he was unwilling to believe that Xu Ji had truly disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

There are two kinds of people in this world who have no afterlife.

The first is the ordinary people who were killed by the monks, and the second is the monk on the mountain like Xu Ji who is unwilling to have the afterlife.

Ordinary people slain by monks, if other people have the heart, there are still some ways to find those who disperse their souls. At that time, they will pay a price and it is not without a chance. But the second type is that they are determined not to have the next life. After death, he naturally scattered his soul, even if he wanted to find it, he couldn't find it.

After drinking the bowl of wine, the old scholar collected the bowl and asked casually: "Wu Shanhe, you have almost walked through these places in the mountains and rivers, and then are you going to the evil land?"

Wu Shanhe shook his head and chuckled softly: "Don't get together, I'm going to see the Buddhist land in the West."

The old Confucian thought for a while, and finally nodded, "If this is the case, then let's make the difference. Depending on your cultivation base of the Qingjing, I am afraid it will not be easy to die."

Wu Shanhe stood up, patted the wine gourd on his waist, and said with a smile: "Where are you going?"

The old Confucian student took it for granted, "Naturally go to the demon land to find Chao Qingqiu and tell him how much I have done to the swordsman line."

Wu Shanhe laughed, and finally said with a stern face: "If he meets him, he happens to be in danger, so I will trouble the old man to make a move. As for the favor, it is on my head."

The old Confucian student was surprised: "Why, deep feelings?"

Wu Shanhe calmly said, "After all, he has to call me brother."

The old Confucian said with no anger: "Then you **** don't know you are going?"

Wu Shanhe took it for granted, "When I entered the Demon Land, I would have to take out a sword and behead the demon cultivator who was at least in the Stairway Realm. It is too early."

The old scholar didn't speak much, just shook his head. He hadn't seen a few swordsmen in the world, anyway, he was not afraid to say the big words early, and that was just such a Wu Shanhe.

The two separated. The old scholar walked north with his bookcase on his back, while Wu Shanhe just stood there, smiling and watching this fellow traveler for two years, protecting him in danger during each war.

After thinking about it, Wu Shanhe saluted him solemnly.

Regardless of whether the old Confucian was for the affection with his ancestors, or that he was blinded to him, at least it really helped him. Wu Shanhe has no reason not to write down this friendship.

The old Confucian did not look back from start to finish. He did not tell Wu Shanhe that there was a swordsman in Luoyang City whose realm was higher than that, nor did he personally meet him.

Some things he felt unnecessary.

The old Confucian also believed that even if he told Wu Shanhe, the latter would definitely reject him with unnecessary words.

That being the case, why speak more.

After the salute, Wu Shanhe marched forward with a sword, and soon disappeared.

The old Confucian student carried the bookcase and headed out of the city.

It was just that when he was about to approach the city gate, he stopped abruptly, turned his head and saw that there was sword energy in the direction of the Star Picking Tower.

The old scholar suddenly realized, "Yes, since Wu Shanhe has come to Luoyang City, how can you not see him? Since you have seen him, you must be satisfied with a sword, but Li Changgu is a hundred older than you. Year-old guy, would you be worthy of this sword?"

"It turns out that this battle is your first real life and death battle."

"No wonder you are coming to Luoyang City, because you knew it a long time ago."

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The scholar on the high platform of the Star Reaching Tower stood up and lifted the wistful day short beside him. This was the first time he had watched a swordsman throw a sword against him in his lifetime.

Although there is no murder, the sword aura is not fake at all.

Li Changgu looked at the young man with the sword hanging from his waist and stepped up the stairs. For the first time, he had the thought of going downstairs.