The dark night in Jianshan is no different from other places, but tonight is different.

Because Li Fuyao is here.

When Wu Shanhe met his junior brother, the incident spread throughout Jianshan.

For the disciples of Jianshan, although Wu Shanhe is the head of Jianshan, in the minds of his disciples, the status of this head of Jianshan is actually not as good as that of Li Fuyao.

In fact, in many people's eyes, in addition to his excellentness, he also has a relationship with his identity and even his grandfather Sheng Jing. However, it is because of this that he is a little worse in the minds of his disciples. What Li Fuyao has done over the years does not depend on his elders, and has no special identity. He only depends on his own sword, whether in the demon soil or elsewhere. Although many swordsmen are a little shameful because of the Qinghuai incident, there are also many people who respect and admire him.

In the night, there were countless lights on Jianshan Mountain. The most illuminated was in front of the Sword Immortal Hall. Many people were waiting for Li Fuyao to come out of it. Many people had heard of his name, but had never seen him. Many people wanted to see him, so many people were waiting for him.

This scene is not common in the mountains.

Wu Shanhe stood in a corner of the Sword Immortal Hall. Looking at the scene, he didn't know what he was thinking. Yan Le was standing beside him. After returning from Wushan, he became one of Wu Shanhe's few friends on the mountain.

Although Yan Le’s prestige on the mountain is not as good as those elders of higher generations, it is not inferior.

Looking at this scene at this moment, Yan Le sighed a little, "This is the heart of the people."

The word "human heart" cannot be understood or understood.

Wu Shanhe didn't want to say anything, but hesitated for a moment and said, "He is my junior brother, he has no idea. It's useless for human hearts to be with him."

Yan Le held the hilt of the sword at his waist, then let go, and then slowly said: "I have heard a story that one year in the secular world, there was a small king of a small country very young and the whole country was a little turbulent, especially the monarch was too young, which made many people have some ideas. Among them, one of the generals were very loyal and had no intention of rebellion. However, his subordinates did not think so, so one day when he was leading his troops to fight, his subordinates put on a dragon robe on his body."

"Then he naturally sat on the dragon throne."

Yan Le looked at the Sword Immortal Hall with a very strange expression on his face, "So human hearts are still useful."

"Besides, you have had other thoughts about him."

Yan Le is talking about the fact that when Wushan Mountain was in Wushan Mountain, whether it was intentional or not, Wu Shanhe made a bad decision. As an witness, Yan Le naturally knew about this.

But he wanted to go to Wushan to gamble. After all, he was Bai Weng's disciple before. If he didn't gamble, he would not be able to gain a foothold on Jianshan. But Li Fuyao is different. He is Wu Shanhe's junior brother, so he would not have been so dangerous.

"I don't think he will have a gap with me." Wu Shanhe said, looking at the lights in the night: "He doesn't have so many ideas."

Yan Le said: "You have a lot of gaps. Before, in Jianshan, the old man's actions, and then in Wushan. Even if there is nothing, then what before."

"Don't he feel sad when Master Xu handed over Jianshan to you but didn't give it to him?"

Every word kills the heart.

But Yan Le's mood was still quite dull and he was not too excited.

Wu Shanhe's moon white sword shirt was covered with stars, which made people feel very comfortable to look at, but the head of Jianshan did not stay under the stars for a long time.

When Yan Le's last question came out, he left here.

Yan Le’s words are not to be sowed, so Wu Shanhe would not think there was any problem, but his words were too straightforward and hurtful.

Of course, these words are more like a sharp sword, stabbing someone's chest.

Yan Le watched Wu Shanhe leave without saying a word, then walked towards the Sword Immortal Hall, pushed open the door in front of everyone, revealing the empty hall inside.

"He's not here."

He turned his head and said to the disciples waiting here.

...

...

Li Fuyao is indeed not here. He is walking on another mountain road with a lantern. There are stars in the sky, shining on the bluestone. It is not difficult to see things, but this is even more true for monks like Li Fuyao in the morning and evening realm, but he is still holding a lantern.

It's just to carry a lantern.

Many years ago, when he climbed this mountain for the first time but failed to enter it, his ancestor Xu Ji gave him a lantern at the Jianxian Hall. When he left Jianshan with the lantern, he was actually very aggrieved, but at that time, he kept comforting himself.

Later, his realm became higher and higher, and he encountered more and more dangerous things. Many times, he felt that he could not get through it, so he thought about this lantern and that night.

Now that I have brought up the lanterns and visited the old place again, I naturally feel a lot of emotion.

He knew that those disciples were waiting for him, but he didn't want to see them. Now he just wanted to see the junior brother whom his master Chen Shengxin received.

That's why the current situation is here.

On the other side of the bamboo building, because Zhao Dabao's special identity, he had already arranged a new bamboo building on the mountain. This bamboo building is located in the stream near the mountain and has a great scenery. It is the best place to live besides several swordsmen who climbed the tower.

Zhao Dabao, who was originally arranged to such a place, actually felt that it was really not good, but after asking his master Chen Sheng, Chen Sheng said something similar to those who have the biggest fists these days.

At that time, Zhao Dabao asked Chen Sheng seriously, Master, you said that the fist makes sense, but your fist is not big.

Chen Sheng is a swordsman in the Spring and Autumn realm. His realm is quite amazing, but on the mountain, he is still not as good as a swordsman like Zhou Qingxu Li. Chen Sheng didn't talk nonsense to him at that time, just slapped Zhao Dabao in the head, pointed to his face, and said almost scoundrelly: "Master, my fist is not big, but Master, my seniority is high. Who dares to say a few more words in front of me?"

Chen Sheng's realm may only be ranked in the top four on the mountain, and he must be that four.

But his seniority is real. The uncle of Jianshan, the head of the sect, Chen Zhanlu, who is in charge of Shanlu, is not something that ordinary people can compare with.

Anyway, no matter what, Zhao Dabao finally settled down.

But Chen Sheng didn't come here often, and Zhao Dabao didn'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 the great swordsman like Meng Jin, Zhao Dabao's realm has improved very quickly. Among the younger generation, he will come first.

He soon became famous.

Li Fuyao walked slowly all the way and came to the bamboo building. He just watched the lights swaying in the bamboo building. He flew out the window with a little foot. Standing outside the window, you could just see the scene in the bamboo building.

There was only a young man sitting on the ground in the bamboo building, looking at the sword scripture in front of him, racking his brains and frowning.

If nothing unexpected happens, this is Zhao Dabao.

Li Fuyao remembered the old sword cultivator he met in Xiaoyuan City before. After a battle in the clouds, he hurriedly left and did not care about the life and death of the old sword cultivator. Now, it seems a bit wrong. But logically speaking, the saints should not do anything to such an old sword cultivator who is not too high in realm.

Restrained his mind, Li Fuyao stood outside the window and looked for about half a quarter of an hour, but did not block his energy. However, it seemed that Zhao Dabao was all in the sword scripture, and he did not notice the arrival of this senior brother.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Fuyao returned to the bank of the stream. For some reason, he remembered the letter Ye Shengge replied to her before.

But before my thoughts had dispersed, a figure appeared in the distance.

A sloppy middle-aged man walked out of the forest. He had a wine gourd hanging around his waist, but he had no smell of alcohol on his body. His beard had not been shaved for a long time, and he looked very sloppy.

I think such a person will not attract attention no matter where he is.

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 carelessly: "It's not good to keep thinking about the past. People should always look forward, and maybe they will see hope."

After saying this, Chen Sheng said to himself again: "This nonsense is really sour."

Li Fuyao smiled and knew his master's temperament.

"Zhao Dabao, Master doesn't care?"

Chen Sheng looked at Ye Se and said slowly: "He was watching, it wasn't my turn. Even if I wanted to take care of it, I couldn't do anything now."

Li Fuyao frowned and said, "Will the master come back, have other plans?"

When facing others, Li Fuyao may have to hide it, but when facing Chen Sheng, he can speak out directly, even though Meng Jin is still Chen Sheng's master.

Hearing this, Chen Sheng's lips curled up, "I think he is so old, because I only think about how to become a sword immortal. I'm afraid I can't give birth to other ideas."

The stars are in the sky, but the stars are on the ground.

When people get old, they will ask for very little.

"I don't think he just wants to become a sword immortal. If this is the case, why didn't he come out at the beginning? At that time, there would definitely be help to 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 didn't care.

He thought for a while and said, "Then why is he doing?"

The swordsmen on the mountain didn't have much thought about the old leader returning to the mountain, but whether it was Chen Sheng, Li Fuyao, or Wu Shanhe, they all knew that things were not simple.

"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 said to Xingguang.

"Where is Mr. Chao?"

"He went to some good place."

"Um?"
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