After Li Fuyao followed the rocks to the bottom of the cliff behind the ruined temple, Xie 6 returned to the ruined temple with his sword. Seeing Liu Yibai, who was drinking alone in front of the statue, Xie 6 was speechless. She almost never drank. She raised a jar of wine from the desk, brushed off the dust on it, and took a sip and her pretty face turned red. She didn't want to speak, but just swallowed the strong wine in small sips.

The wine is full of wine in the dilapidated temple. The more Liu Yi drinks white wine, the clearer his eyes are. How could he see any drunkenness? After drinking the morning and dusk, this person was full of sword energy, which made the dilapidated temple shaking and a lot of dust fell.

But in the end, I returned to peace and never saw anything unusual again.

When Xi Chunan walked into the dilapidated temple, the two of them had no idea how much wine they had drunk. The senior brother found a place to sit on the ground and smiled calmly, "After so many years, can't I let go?"

The two ignored him, and Xi Chunan laughed at himself and said, "When a sword comes out, there will be no more injustice in the world."

Liu Yibai murmured in a low voice: "It's a pity that I can't get the sword."

Xie 6 said nothing, but his eyes were red. This female swordsman who used swordsman as his lifelong desire was also excellent in terms of talent.

The three of them were speechless, but there was a figure in front of the door for a long time, and they did not step in or leave, but they were standing there.

The three of them in the dilapidated temple knew who it was, and no one spoke or got up. They just waited for the old man in front of the door to stand and left alone when he was tired.

The old man stood in front of the ruined temple for a long time, repeated the words of Xi Chunan several times, and then said to himself: "I think there shouldn't be such a heavy thing about Jiye, but it's bothering people in front of him and behind him."

Three people in the ruined temple turned a deaf ear.

The old man turned around and walked down Menchen Mountain and went to the green water lake. Today, there were guests in Jianshan.

He wants to go down the mountain to welcome guests.

It's just that he's alone and doesn't carry that old thing.

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A group of people and several businessmen came from the Yanling border to the Dayu border. They wanted to go to Dayu to buy some rare things that were not produced in Yanling. They then sold them to Yanling territory. The difference was made. However, before they had left the Yanling border, they almost threw their few possessions into the small tavern. They had only drunk a few jars of wine in the small tavern, and they had some doubts owed hundreds of taverns of silver. They were unable to imagine this situation.

Yes, I thought I would ask the pretty good-looking wine-selling woman why she didn't do a good business, but she wanted to go and quarrel. But before she could speak, the several lieutenants wearing northern military armor came in and touched several silver ingots on the counter. After getting the wine-selling woman's willingness, she left with a smile. Several businessmen in the process turned to look at the empty bowls on the table of the military masters, and couldn't help swallowing.

The bowl of wine had to take so many silver. It seemed that hundreds of taels of silver were charged for drinking these jars of wine. It didn't seem to be a big deal. Seeing that the Yanling border troops paid the bill honestly, these merchants and travelers did not dare to come, but it was their first time to go to the border. They didn't know that there was such a sky-high wine shop. The little money on them was originally to buy goods. If they had been here, how could it be done? When the stalemate was in the restaurant, an old scholar who had been sitting in the corner in the restaurant suddenly spoke up and said a few fair words, saying that the money was not rushing from the flood, how could it cost so much money for a jar of wine? Besides, it was not easy for merchants and travelers on the border. If the shopkeeper of the wine shop had some conscience, he should have waived the money. He thought that the wine seller who looked a little fierce would be furious, but he never thought that he was not angry at all, but just smiled and said that he would be vacant.

This made the business travelers feel relieved. When they got up and left, the old scholar who had found a bookbox from somewhere suddenly laughed and said that they wanted to go to Dayu together to see the scenery there. The business travelers were thinking about his goodness, but they didn't stop him at all, but just caring about whether the old man's body could withstand the bumps. The old scholar smiled and nodded, saying that he was not old, but in fact, it was not bad compared to the young man in twenty years old. Then several people went to Dayu with the old scholar, and the wine-selling woman said nothing.

After several people arrived at the Dayu border on a ferry, the old Confucian scholar smiled and said goodbye to the business trip, heading somewhere alone, walking along the way without any rush. During this period, he passed by a big river. The old Confucian scholar stood by the river bank for a long time. When he was rising, he read an article of sages, which caused the river fish of the big river to be surrounded by the feet of the old Confucian scholar, and listened quietly to this article of sages. Even after the old Confucian scholar finished reading, it did not disperse for a long time. The old Confucian scholar looked at the fish and smiled quickly, "The way is expected, but it can take thousands of years."

After the old Confucian scholar turned around and left the river, the river was rippling. A man walked out of the river with a woman and worshiped him with great gifts behind him.

The old Confucian scholar was not able to see him, but the two were even more sincere.

The old scholar who left this river went around and came to the ferry in front of the green water lake. At first glance, he saw a huge tortoise shell hanging on the wooden pole of the ferry.

The old scholar with a bookcase came to the ferry and asked with a smile to the boatman who was taking a boat, "How much money does it cost to go to the shore of that green water lake?"

The thin boatman looked at the old Confucian scholar's outfit and asked in surprise: "The old man is not studying anymore? Do you want to learn swords?"

The old Confucian scholar shook his head and said with a smile: "I have been reading books for my whole life, but I can't say anything. But I've been thinking about writing a poem recently, but I haven't seen those swordsmen, how can I write it? I can only come from thousands of miles to see it."

The boatman pulled the corner of his mouth and quickly laughed: "I don't say whether the gods on the mountain will show the old man, but the old man has been here for a good time. If it was a year or two in the morning, I'm afraid I can only turn around and go back."

The old scholar was stunned, "What does it mean?"

The boatman pointed to the tortoise shell and laughed, "There was such a guy who was in trouble in the Green Water Lake before. Many swordsmen and heroes who thought that they had crossed the lake were eaten. Until late spring, a young man with a broken knife on his back. When he passed by Green Water Lake, the giant turtle came out to show off his evil spirits, but he was beaten to death by the young man. Otherwise, the old man would think of going to Menchen Mountain, and no one dared to send it to him. Okay, the old man wanted to go to Menchen Mountain, so he got on the boat and would not collect the money today."

The old scholar jumped onto the bow of the ship and sighed: "The giant turtle is showing off his evil spirit at the foot of the mountain, and those swordsmen don't go down the mountain. It seems that life is really sad."

The boatman did not hear clearly or talk, but just took a boat to the Green Water Lake. Along the way, he only told the old Confucian scholar how powerful the young master was that day. After talking too much, the old Confucian scholar felt a little annoyed.

Before the ferry approached Menchen Mountain, the old scholar suddenly looked up at the Menchen Mountain in the distance and said annoyedly: "I am not here to demolish your barren mountain. I am so mobilizing all the troops, but you are leaving your energy to the guy who will really come to provoke him later. What is the reason for you to target me?"

The boatman was stunned and watched the old scholar muttering to himself.

After the boat reached the middle of the lake, the old scholar suddenly whispered, "Don't be surprised," and then the boatman watched the old scholar lightly point the toes and float away.

The boatman widened his eyes and said in a lost voice: "Old immortal?!"

He has been a boatman on this Dayu border for so many years. He has heard that scholars have a righteous spirit, but he has never heard that scholars can fly!

The old Confucian scholar walking on the water came to the foot of Menchen Mountain with a bookcase on his back and laughed, "The sword energy that came to Qingqiu is gone, that kid has designated to climb the mountain. You old guy, I want to scare me even if you don't thank me. There is no reason at all."

The sword energy on the mountain fell from the top of Menchen Mountain, and it was one point stronger than the other. By the time it approached the foot of the mountain, it was already extremely prosperous.

It is hard to see in the world.

The old man with his hands behind his back stood on the mountain road, his expression calm, his clothes were filled with sword energy, and his aura was completely different from usual!

At this moment, he was the sword with the strongest sword energy on Jianshan.
Chapter completed!