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Chapter 297 Shudao Jianmen (1)

But at this moment, he couldn't help himself.

Yunjin rarely showed her cheerful side, holding exquisite and beautiful candy in her hand. Watching those craftsmen juggling, occasionally guessing riddles, and getting small prizes from the vendors will make her very happy.

There is no interest in the joy, only Jun Tianfang's expression is getting more and more complicated, with deep sadness and longing in his eyes.

Until late at night, the number of people on the shore of Guihu Lake gradually became sparse.

Zhao Dongting and Yunjin had already had a lot of fun, and the four of them were ready to go back to the city.

But just as he was walking back, Le Wuchen suddenly stopped.

A few meters in front of them, under the lantern tree, a green figure stood pretty. The tender green skirt dragged the ground, and the black hair hung around the waist.

Just looking at the back, you know that this is a young woman.

She stopped under the lantern, looked up at the poetic riddles on the lantern, as if she was seriously looking for the answer.

Zhao Dongting took a few steps and found Le Wuxuan standing there in a daze. He turned around and asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"

"Lan'er..."

If you haven't heard of it, your lips tremble slightly, and your body suddenly swept forward.

"ah!"

He suddenly appeared in front of the woman in green skirt, which made the woman in green skirt scream.

She was wearing a tender green veil, and at this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise and a little fear.

Le Wuchen was stunned again, staring at the woman in front of him, and after a while, he said, "Sorry, I'm disturbing."

He turned around with loss and walked into the city.

The woman in the green skirt looked at Le Wuchen's somewhat lost figure, and her face was puzzled.

She had never seen such eyes before. This look seemed to be filled with endless backs and longing.

Who is he missing? Does that person look very similar to me?

Zhao Dongting took Jun Tianfang, Yunjin hurriedly ran up and glanced at the beautiful and outstanding woman in green skirt, but found nothing unusual.

He caught up with Le Wuchen again and asked, "Senior, do you know this woman?"

Le Wufeng shook her head and sighed: "Her back looks so similar to Lan'er and I when we first met..."

Zhao Dongting remained silent.

He also knew what happened to Le Wuchen and his wife Xiang Xuelan. He didn't know how to persuade him to do this.

The word love is the most tangled, and you can’t forget the joy for more than ten years. How could he let it go completely with just a few words of advice?

The deep love is the most lovesickness, and it is yin and yang that are difficult to gather in the world.

Jun Tianfang sighed deeply.

That night, I returned to the inn in the city, and sang in Yunjingyuan. Jun Tian played the devil's sword dance, and Le drank for free and shed tears.

As a spectator, Zhao Dongting was able to know the story of Jun Tianfang when he was a spectator. He was young and did not come from a famous family. He visited famous teachers everywhere to pursue swordsmanship. After getting married, he gave birth to a daughter, but his happy family still did not block his pace of chasing swordsmanship.

Who among the people in Shu has no dream of a sword immortal?

It was not until that night that he suddenly returned home, looking at the mess, all his wife and daughter were lying in a pool of blood, and his beloved wife was in disheveled clothes, and Jun Tianfang suddenly woke up from his dream.

He brought his sword to the government office and killed 300 people in the entire family of the prefecture overnight.

From then on, there was less young handsome man who was keen on swordsmanship in the world, and more a green sword immortal with a cold expression, who kept people from thousands of miles away, and was both righteous and evil.

Le recalls his beloved wife for free, Jun Tianfang misses his wife and daughter, Yun Jing looks back at her childhood perfection, and they are all sad people in the world.

Zhao Dongting looked at them and suddenly felt that he was very lucky. At least he still had the chance to go to Baicao Valley to bring Le Chan back and also had the chance to live the life he wanted with her.

That night, the sound of the piano in the courtyard was sometimes fast and slow, and the singing was so sad.

The sword shadows fill the cold courtyard, and the fragrance of wine fills the building.

Le Wuchen and the other three were drunk, but Zhao Dongting was awake, but he seemed to be awake but not awake.

No matter how strong a swordsman is, he can't hold too much sorrow in his heart.

That night, the Qingyi Sword Immortal Jun Tianfang and Duanshan Finger Wuxuan were no longer peerless swordsmen, but just two old men Gu Mo who were already a little older.

Outside the courtyard, Chen Yidao stood with his sword on his back and leaned against the pillar. His burly figure made it more like a colorful pillar carrying a weight of ten thousand pounds leaning against him. He muttered in his mouth, with disappointment in his eyes, "The Sword Immortal in Green, I have no hope in this life."

The fighting spirit in his eyes went all out. He did not lift his feet to be admitted to the hospital. He looked at Jun Tianfang, who was drunk and left directly.

This is the man in the martial arts world.

When I was young, I kept pursuing the highest state, like a knife in the morning. Then I grew old without realizing it on the way to pursue it. Although my pride remains, my will has greatly reduced, like the king and heaven, my happiness is free.

Countless people in the martial arts world are like comets emerging from the sky while chasing, but then quietly fall silent.

It is just like that sentence: the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the past, and the new people in the world drive away the old people.

The young people feel that the old people are not sharp, but the old people don’t feel that the young people feel sad?

That night, my head turned white for free overnight.

The next day, Zhao Dongting woke up first and saw Le Wuhuang's eye-catching white hair in the messy yard, and was stunned.

It turns out that there is really a lovesickness in this world that can make people die.

There is still half a month before the end of the year.

Zhao Dongting and the other four walked around Chengdu Prefecture and found that the city was indeed full of guards and officials, so they stopped staying at Jianmen to the north.

They also have to rush to Jiading Prefecture before the end of the year. They may not have to spend this end of the year.

However, before rushing to Jiading Mansion, the Sword Hall of the Sword and Sacred Land Ksitigarbha had to go and take a look no matter what.

From Lizhou East Road to outside Chengdu Prefecture, Jianmen Shu Road, which is nearly a thousand miles away, has been famous all over the world since the Three Kingdoms period and carries countless ancient stories.

Although Jianmen is often regarded as the place of Chengdu Prefecture by the people of the Jianghu, in fact, in the Southern Song Road system, it belongs to Lizhou East Road and only borders Chengdu Prefecture Road.

Zhao Dongting and the other four went north along the Shu Road, and there were endless swordsmen on the road. As a traffic barrier in Sichuan and Shu, although the terrain was high, it was nothing to these swordsmen. Although people often threw their bodies out of the wilderness, they still couldn't stop their determination to pilgrimage to Jianmen.

In just five days, at full speed, Zhao Dongting and the other two arrived at Dejian Gate.

There are Dajian Mountain, Xiaojian Mountain, Jianmen Pass, and 72 peaks. It is headed by Jianmen Zang Jian Pavilion, occupying the highest place in the entire Jianmen. There are many swordsmen in such mountains practicing swords. On both sides of the Zang Jian Pavilion are towering and unsightly snow peaks. Zang Jian Pavilion lies across the middle of the two mountains, just like the Tianmen.

At the Lord Zangjian, Zhao Dongting looked up at the pavilion and attic 1,000 meters high, and was shocked.

Zangjian Pavilion does have the momentum of overlooking the swordsmen in the world.

The water is not deep, and there is a dragon. But there is not only the empty son who has been known as the Sword God for decades in the Sword Pavilion, but the atmosphere of his own is not simple either.
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