The 24th day of the fifth lunar month, the light summer heat.

After a statue was destroyed in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain, Liu Yibai quickly filled the loose sand with a large jar, and then asked Li Fuyao to cut a sword wood on the mountain. Then, he used sword weeds as a tool for the first time to cut the sword wood into a spiritual position. After it was formed, he did not immediately place it in the original place of the statue. Instead, he called Xie Lu and asked the junior sister to carve the words with a sword.

Although Xie Lu always puts sword skills first and does not like to study other things, it does not mean that the successor of Xie's family is not good at anything. In fact, the elder brother Xi Chunan, who has always been learning mixed, has always praised the beautiful small characters of the junior sister, saying that every word is full of energy. Now Xie Lu is here to write the things on the spiritual tablet. I think Xi Chunan's spirit in the sky should be very happy.

Liu Yibai dragged out a jar of wine under his statue and placed a bowl in front of the Lingtai of Xichu. After filling it up, Liu Yibai picked up the jar and poured several sips of wine into his mouth. Then he said helplessly: "Senior Brother, if you do this, if you put it thousands of years ago, you will not be praised by all the swordsmen in the world? Everyone gave a thumbs up and said that you are really heroic and do not humiliate the swordsmen. But what's the use? No one is gone, and there is no meaning to say these things. Until now, it is even more excessive. If you do these things, apart from our mountain, you will miss your good deeds. Others in the world, especially those monks on the mountain, may hide somewhere to laugh at you for being overestimated and laugh at you for being stupid, but there is no way. In the past, we could use swords to reason, but now, it's hard to say, the truth is all on others."

Xie Lu, who was standing in the door, looked at Liu Yibai and muttered to himself. After a few glances, she left the dilapidated temple lightly. She has always been cold and can't say much, but in fact, she is not so calm in her heart.

Three people at the foot of Jianshan and one Chen Sheng. The four of them are disciples of Jianshan ancestors, but the four of them have different ways of apprenticing to their masters. Xi Chunan was still in his infancy and was carried up to the mountain. According to the words of the ancestors, it was because of this qualification that he could not go so far. It was thanks to his temperament that he could take a few more steps forward. Xie Lu was the last successor of the Xie clan. When the sword immortal Xie Chen died in the demon soil, Xie clan

All descendants of the clan stayed in Jianshan. However, there were many deaths in the battle between Jianshan that day, and in the end, there were only one lineage left. After walking to Xie Lu, she was the only one left. Xie Lu, who was famous for Jian Xiaoxue, joined the ancestors' school, and devoted himself to studying swordsmanship, only thinking about one day reappearing the glory of his ancestors. If he hadn't met Chen Sheng, this female swordsman might have a much colder temperament now.

Liu Yibai was actually quite old when he embarked on the road of cultivation. In his early years, this swordsman had rolled in the secular world. Because of his good talent, he soon became the only one. He even had the saying that he had been the best swordsman in the world. Later, after climbing Jianshan, he did not go slowly in the realm because he became a swordsman too late. Instead, he quickly caught up with the steps of Xi Chunan and Xie Lu. The three of them were almost on the same side. If it weren't for the generations on Jianshan that were not divided by going up the mountain first or later, but by age, Liu Yibai would be a true junior brother.

As for Chen Sheng, this guy with the highest talent among the four, after going up the mountain in his youth, he walked quickly in both swordsmanship and realm. Later, he encountered a bottleneck and was unwilling to stay in Jianshan again. Instead, he went down the mountain to travel. Over the years, he often appeared in demon soil and looked for a cultivator in the realm of profound demon soil to sharpen his swordsmanship, but his realm did not fall at all. Although his realm was not higher than the three people on Jianshan, if he really fought for life and death, Chen Sheng would not win too hard.

Xie Lu, who had left the dilapidated temple, came to the big bluestone, jumped up expressionlessly, sat down, holding a sword and looking into the distance.

Although she is cold-hearted, she has been with Xi Chunan and Liu Yibai day and night in the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan for so many years. If she has no feelings for her, she will be really heartless.

But in the current situation, she can do nothing, even the ancestors on the mountain are the same.

In the open space on the dilapidated temple, Li Fuyao, an old scholar who often comes down the mountain these days, is playing chess on the open space.

The chessboard is drawn casually on the ground, while the chess pieces are ground from gravels found on the mountain road, with black and white separation.

Li Fuyao holds black, while the old Confucian scholar holds white.

The two of them took the first level for more than fifty moves, but the situation on the chessboard was that Kuroko was in full advantage, and Baizi was in danger and seemed to be able to lose at any time.

The old Confucian scholar looked plain and picked up a white piece in his hand. After making a move, he actually revitalized the entire chess game. At this time, the white piece, which seemed to be in danger, was like a desperate person, as if an old tree was about to die. For some reason, the dead trees suddenly became full of vitality in spring.

Li Fuyao lowered his head and thought about where to put it next.

The old Confucian scholar's bookcase was right next to him. Before playing chess, he took out a book written by a sage to put it under his butt, which made Li Fuyao shocked, but the old Confucian scholar didn't care. According to him, this is because the saint's principles are all in his mind, and the contents in this book are useless. Whether it can be used to put the butt or ignite it, it still has some effect. Li Fuyao was speechless. Although he did not agree, he did not object.

This old Confucian scholar has walked too many roads and has seen many scenery. He just doesn’t know much about the principles in the book, so he always carries a bookbox to make up for it?

After falling a dark spot, Li Fuyao barely stabilized the situation. He asked: "Uncle Xi went down the mountain a few days ago. Although I don't know why, I am just a little surprised in the past two days. It must be that something happened to Uncle Xi. Do you know what the old man is?"

The old scholar frowned, "Your two uncles are unwilling to tell you, do you think you can get an answer by asking me?"

Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Some people are considered difficult to speak in the game, but the old man is not considered an insider, so what is hard to say? Besides, no matter how I look at the old man and I, it is considered a bit incense."

The old Confucian scholar shook his head. For the first time, he felt that the young man in front of him was a little shameless, but in the end he just sighed and did not speak directly. Instead, he asked: "Li Fuyao, you have been practicing swords for a long time. Tell me, who is the best in this mountain and river except for those old saints sword immortals?"

Li Fuyao said in surprise: "Can the old man be a hidden master, and his merits and fortune are related to good fortune?"

The old Confucian scholar was also confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Li Fuyao smiled and shook his head. He would not tell the old man in front of him that his previous statement was the things that were often found in the novels he had read when he was busy with his livelihood.

The old Confucian scholar did not study this matter deeply, and was silent for a moment, and smiled and said, "If the saints do not come out, some monks can be drawn between the mountains and rivers. They are just three schools of Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and there was a mountain and river list. Ten people on the list were considered the strongest players under the saints. Now, it seems that the mountains and rivers don't care so much about this list. After all, the monks in this mountain and river often live for hundreds of years or thousands of years. If you don't change a list for so many years, you will feel bored. But you have to know that the head of the Yanling Academy, Chen Xi

The master of the mountain and the Master Huiguo from the Shixi Buddha Land, the three of them are also the top five monks. However, the first one is Liang Yi, the master of the temple, who is known to be only half a step away from crossing the last threshold and entering the sea to become a saint. He has mastered merits and achievements, and has learned a lot and is meticulous. Chen Xieshan and his family are of great achievements. Now I am afraid that no one can beat him. Even the head of the Yanling Academy in the past was avoided after Liang Yilin. Such a person can indeed be said to be the number one person in the mountains and rivers."

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "When talking about this spectator, does it mean that Uncle Xi went down the mountain and was related to him?"

The old Confucian scholar showed a look of praise in his eyes, but he did not say it clearly, "A swordsman in the morning and evening realm sets his sword against a master who is at the peak of the tower realm. It is a stupid thing for a sword, but someone is willing to do it, and no one can stop him. Whether it is you, Xu Ji on this mountain, or your two uncles, and four brothers in one sect, according to my husband, Chen Sheng is impatient and likes to show everything. Xi Chunan's temperament is actually similar to Chen Sheng, but he knows how to suppress it. Now he doesn't want to suppress it. What should I do? Just hand out a sword according to his temperament. What if you die, is it appropriate to use it here?"

Li Fuyao thought for a long time and asked, "Uncle Xi will not draw a sword for no reason. The master of the temple is far away in Chenxi Mountain. If Uncle Xi said that he wanted to use a sword for the sake of his temperament, it would not make sense at all. That is, the master of the temple is climbing to the sword mountain?"

The old Confucian scholar looked at him with approval and said with a smile: "Li Fuyao, it's a waste of your brain to practice swords. Why not study with me? Maybe you will become a scholar like a Confucian sage who can bring peace to the ages, which is much more worthy than becoming a sword immortal."

Li Fuyao pulled the corner of his mouth and did not answer. He just watched Xie Lu come over with a sword from afar. The old scholar shut up. He was the least willing to provoke this cold female swordsman for fear that she would hand it out with a sword. His old bone seemed to be unable to withstand her stabbing a few swords.

Li Fuyao put down his chess piece and admitted defeat. He was not very proficient in the chess path at the beginning. He wanted to learn this Go back then, but he wanted to make more money. Later, after he stabilized, he did not spend much effort to study it. Now it is normal that the chess skills are not high. When playing chess with Wang Yanqing before, he was actually disliked very miserably. The old Confucian scholar probably knew it and deliberately gave in to him at the beginning.

After Xie Lu came over, he looked at Li Fuyao and asked, "Bi Jian?"

Li Fuyao stood up, pressed the black hair on his waist, and nodded. He had suffered enough in these days, but it was of great benefit to the sword. Compared to last year, he had almost reached the threshold of the sword energy realm, but he was not superior to Xie Lu. Before, Li Fuyao used a good sword move to break a hole in the corner of Xie Lu's clothes. Although Xie Lu praised a few words at that time, the next day, he found that his uncle Xie was obviously much more powerful than before. This time, he did not support dozens of moves, but even ten moves were not supported.

When Li Fuyao remembered this, he had no other way except to smile bitterly.

Before the sword competition, Li Fuyao secretly looked at his uncle Xie's expression and felt that this sword competition would not have a good end. However, he didn't think about anything else. After the black hair on his waist was unsheathed, he continued to use Xie Lu's sword moves as usual, and then started with the sword energy that Liu Yibai said. However, after the sword was handed out, Xie Lu Yi Xiaoxue hit his wrist, and the black hair almost lost his hand. Although he still held it, Xiaoxue was about to wipe his neck with the next sword.

Li Fuyao was suddenly shocked and hurriedly avoided the sword with its sharp sharpness, then blocked the sword with his black hair backwards. He was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat.

The old Confucian scholar watched with relish, but did not notice that the ancestor Xu Ji on the mountain came to him at some point.

The ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, with long snow-white hair moving with the wind. Looking at the two sword-comparing, he nodded and praised: "Xie Lu's swordsmanship is no longer much better than the ordinary climbing level. If it weren't for the fact that the realm was not enough, it would have actually surpassed a lot. Although Fuyao's child has a low level, he has actually been fed so many times and has enough experience. He often has a trick between life and death. If he goes down the mountain at this moment, it is actually not bad."

The old Confucian scholar ruthlessly said, "You are afraid that this old guy Liang Yi will demolish your entire Jianshan together, so he said that according to your Jianshan rules, if you don't have a sword energy realm, what mountain will you go down?"

Xu Ji said calmly: "I said it long ago that Fuyao is not a disciple of my Jianshan Mountain. He is not on the mountain now, just at the foot of the mountain. There is no way to say that he is going up and down the mountain."

The old Confucian scholar was speechless for a moment, and he flicked his sleeves and said nothing.

Xu Ji suddenly asked, "Do you think I can't beat Liang Yi?"

The old Confucian scholar asked, "Are you sure?"

Xu Ji nodded, "Liang Yi, who was unsheathed, was only at the level of climbing the tower realm. Shangyuwu Mountain was injured and was then a sword by Chu Nan. Although he didn't know the effect, it would not be so easy to take over. Now he is almost the same as the peak of the Spring and Autumn Realm. I also climbed the tower realm back then, but later I fell down and wandered in the Spring and Autumn Realm, and still had hidden diseases. But it's okay to take over more than a dozen swords. Liang Yi really can take over more than a dozen swords?"

The old Confucian scholar frowned and said, "It would be great that a person like Liang Yi can really be regarded as an ordinary monk."

Xu Ji asked, "I am a mediocre person."

The old Confucian scholar smacked his lips and sneered: "When you and Bai Zhihan were in the tower, tell me, how many swords will he take to kill you?"

Xu Ji frowned and said nothing. The genius swordsman who had been ranked above all else on Sword Mountain was indeed amazingly killing. Few people could say that they could match him in the same realm.

The old scholar finally patted his ancestor Xu Ji's shoulder sympathetically, "If possible, I really want to see how this fight was fought, but it is very likely that it cannot be fought. Chao Qingqiu has not been heard in the demon soil for several days. If it is killed by the two giants, it would be fine, but if it is killed, then there must be news. Since there is no, it may be that Chao Qingqiu is not dead, Chao Qingqiu is not dead. There is really no one in the world who dares to turn your barren mountain into a barren mountain."

Xu Ji remained silent, just watching Xie Lu and Li Fuyao's sword contest coming to an end.

Xie Lu left with his sword as usual, leaving Li Fuyao alone, gasping for breath.

Xu Ji walked over and looked at one of the two teenagers on the mountain.

Li Fuyao quickly bowed his hands but said nothing.

Xu Ji spoke calmly and said, "You uncle Xi went to find the master of the temple to draw the sword. Now you have died and lost your way. But before leaving, something has been left, do you want to hear it?"

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xu Ji nodded and said, "Xi Chunan's last wish is his sword to hide fish. One day, if you are lucky enough to meet the mountains and rivers, bring this sword back to the sword mountain sword washing pond."

Li Fuyao whispered: "I will definitely live up to my entrustedness."

Xu Ji patted his shoulder with satisfaction and chuckled softly: "I originally wanted to send you down the mountain, but later I thought that you might miss a good battle, not to mention that the master of the spectator would not make things difficult for you. Besides, if you really sent you down the mountain, your sword heart might also be hindered, but if you really entered the sword energy realm, you must go down the mountain. My Jianshan used to be ignorant of the world, but now I must be born."

Li Fuyao pressed the black hair on his waist and nodded.

The ancestor stopped talking and turned to the mountain. He wanted to re-record his cultivation to his peak before the master came. Although there were many sequelae, he had to survive the current situation.

After Li Fuyao went up the mountain, he suddenly remembered the smile that Uncle Xi had before he went down the mountain, and Li Fuyao felt a little uncomfortable.

Even Uncle Xi likes to hide everything in his heart, and the things he occasionally reveals are not so thorough, but according to Li Fuyao's opinion, they are also very good.

As for why this is the case.

That was the case.

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There is nothing wrong with the mountains and rivers, but in the northern part of the demonic land, a vast ocean, now the sword energy is soaring to the sky. A man in white robe can be seen standing with a sword, facing the two huge monsters with towering Dharma images in front of him, and smiled indifferently: "How, can you still trap me now?"

The two huge monsters seemed to roar, "Chao Qingqiu, do you really think you can leave?"

The man in white robe remained unchanged, "I am going to go to Qingqiu, but no one can stop him."

The words have not ended.

Another sharp sword energy suddenly arises.

The sea water poured backwards, and a huge water sword gradually formed, and the tip of the water sword pointed at the two great monsters.
Chapter completed!