The powerful and powerful ancestor on the mountain did not make the old scholar who was carrying the bookbox feel a little afraid. The old scholar who had not read many books and had traveled thousands of miles looked at the old ancestor on the mountain with a full sword energy and shouted, "Xu Ji, what's wrong? That sword didn't hurt you back then. Now he still has the strength to show his might in front of me, a scholar who has no power to tie a chicken?"

The old ancestor on the mountain, who was originally named Xu Ji, looked at the old Confucian scholar who had been with each other many years ago and frowned and said, "You old guy, obviously don't have much ability, but you like to reason. Why? After so many years, you are still alive and have never been beaten and killed?"

The old Confucian scholar raised his head and smiled, "I, Du Yuanyou, have walked many roads in my life and have taught many principles. I have heard the principles I have taught. Who is not convinced? How can you even have a murderous intention? But you, an old guy, are obviously a strong man on the outside and do not want to show your might and make things difficult for yourself. Don't you hope to live two more years and look at this mountain and river?"

The ancestor on the mountain gathered his sword energy and came to the old Confucian scholar, stood side by side with him, and sighed: "I'm tired of seeing it."

The old scholar smiled and did not rush to speak. Instead, he untied the book box behind him, took out several books from the book box, stuffed them to the ancestors on the mountain, and then carried the book box back behind him and looked ahead, "These are all the lonely sword books I found. You must not have them on the sword mountain. Take them away. I owe Chao Qingqiu a favor. If I can't pay it back once, I will pay it back a few more times. I will pay it back. By the way, I met a boy at the border of Yanling. He wanted to climb the mountain to learn swords. Now he is on the mountain?"

The old ancestor on the mountain remained unchanged and walked a few steps up the mountain before saying, "He did not reach the top of the mountain before dark, so he naturally could not pass the test of my Jianshan. According to the rules, he was not considered my Jianshan disciple."

The old scholar glared at him, "Why, you don't even look at what you are now. You are still picky. You really think that this was six thousand years ago, and all monks in the world would look up at you swordsmen?"

The ancestor looked calm and said calmly: "Even if this lineage declines, these rules still have to be said, otherwise everyone will do this, so what?"

The old Confucian scholar wanted to tell this old guy straightforwardly that there were no people on the mountain and could not follow the rules. However, after thinking about it carefully, maybe he felt that this was a bit too much, so he didn't rush to speak, but just said annoyed: "The boy has a very temper with my temperament. Since he can't practice swords anymore, let him follow me to study. I don't have other skills, but I still have some experience in studying. Even if this boy really wants to practice swords, I can teach you a lesson. It's not that there is no precedent for scholars to practice swords. The young man who was trapped in Zhaixing Tower in Luoyang City can do it, so I can do it."

The ancestor did not comment and just said, "I have never seen a scholar like you, just practice swordsmanship when I open my mouth."

The old Confucian scholar replied, "I have never seen a swordsman like you. If I hadn't insisted on making that sword that day, you wouldn't have been like this now. Maybe you would really be qualified to step on the ground of Chenxie Mountain, instead of waiting for the old Taoist priest with a bull nose to come to cause trouble for you."

The ancestor was unwilling to say anything more about this matter, and after taking a few steps, he stopped talking. Instead, the old Confucian scholar asked relentlessly: "Where did that young man go after going down the mountain?"

The ancestor said calmly: "Who said he went down the mountain?"

The old Confucian scholar was amazed and it took him a long time to react. He patted his ancestors on the shoulders without saying a word. I think he really didn't know what to say.

Finally, when the two were about to climb to the top of Menchen Mountain, the old Confucian scholar finally talked about the serious matter. "Liang Yi has a profound realm, and the rumor is that he is only half a step away from becoming a saint. Others think it is a bit exaggerated, but I know that it is not an exaggeration at all. Even if he comes to Jianshan in a state of wandering out of his body, can you stop him?"

The ancestor looked a little lonely. Although the incident was for Jianshan, which made him almost never have the chance to climb to the top of the sword, he actually did not regret it. However, now that Chenxieshan Temple is mainly here and has not been on Qingqiu, even if he is not sure.

He chuckled in a low voice, "Not the last sword."

The old scholar who had been traveling to many places in his life smiled and said, "I have long said that I owe Chao Qingqiu a favor, but now it's still right."

The ancestor shook his head, "The affairs of Jianshan are only related to swordsmen, so don't get involved."

The old Confucian scholar didn't say much. He had walked a lot of roads in his life and had been to many places. However, after walking too many places, he found that this Jianshan was the most interesting place. He met Xu Ji at the foot of Jianshan, and the two became friends. Then he had not seen each other for many years. This time he met again. He actually did not come for Xu Ji or Jianshan. As for the favor he had to pay it secretly for Jianshan. If he was so blatant like him, he would not accept anything that the swordsmen on the mountain would say.

Just like the stubborn old man in front of him.

But he really wanted to talk about reasoning with the host of Chenxieshan, but Chenxieshan had been unreasonable for too long, and he really had no choice.

After walking a few steps forward, the ancestor took the initiative to talk about Li Fuyao's climbing that day, and about the fact that he practiced at the foot of the mountain after he had not reached the top of the mountain. Finally, he also talked about how he was actually very satisfied with the boy, but it was nothing if he couldn't go up the mountain. Anyway, he was his disciple, and he was considered a swordsman.

The old Confucian scholar smacked his lips and said with a smile: "You have left him a way out."

The ancestor finally smiled a little, "Tree moves to death, people moves to survive. Such a young man doesn't need to stay on this mountain with the old men. The mountain is gone, the sword is still there, and the swordsman is still there, but I really don't believe that Chen Xieshan over there will be such a thing, and that boy Chao Qingqiu is not dead yet."

The old Confucian scholar looked at the ancestor in surprise, "You really don't know that Chao Qingqiu is now being targeted in the demon land. The two giants will join forces to take his life! Otherwise, Liang Yi has always been cautious in his work, so how could he travel thousands of miles to the Jianshan Mountain?"

The ancestors paused slightly and looked ugly.

The old Confucian scholar cursed, "All of them have become saints, so I don't want this shame anymore. Two great monsters join forces to target a sword immortal. If it is spread, people will not be laughed at by laughing at me?"

The ancestors remained silent and just continued to move slowly.

The current situation of Jianshan in recent years has been getting worse every year, and it is like a building that will be unable to turn the world back. Even if there is Chao Qingqiu, the sword immortal, is still alive, it can only ensure that Jianshan is still there. As for others, I dare not ask for anything else. But as an ancestor who has lived for countless years, looking at this increasingly declining situation, I can't bear it, but I can't help it.

If Chao Qingqiu really died in the demonic land, the sword mountain would soon become a barren mountain without the protection of the sword immortal.

The two walked side by side. When they passed by the ruined temple on the top of Menchen Mountain, the old Confucian scholar stopped and took a few more glances, but they didn't wait long. They continued to go up the mountain road with the ancestors on the mountain. After going up the mountain, the old Confucian scholar and the ancestor came to Wenjianping and stood by the cliff. The old Confucian scholar was in a broad mind and then smiled and said, "I studied everywhere and wanted to be a famous scholar, but no academy or academy didn't accept me. Then I suddenly remembered the word "Far Travel" in my name. This thought that reading thousands of books was not as good as traveling thousands of miles. In fact, if I really had the opportunity to read thousands of books, I would not think about going thousands of miles. I was forced to walk a lot of places and walked in a lot of places. Only when I came to the foot of your Jianshan Mountain, I saw a different scenery. There are so many scenery in the world. Look

But I can't take care of it, but I really don't want to be history in your sword mountain. It took six thousand years for the swordsman lineage to go from prosperity to decline. It's not as profound as the three religions. However, the rise of the swordsman lineage lies in the word "true", while the decline is in the word "right". The Confucian sages said that they had a sense of righteousness, but they were not entirely true in dealing with things. They could tell the banquet that the world would end, but they could tell where life would not meet. The world's ways of being in the world, although the monks of the three religions stood on the mountain, they still had to tell the story of the fellow practitioners who were also standing on the mountain. But you swordsman have a sword at the waist, a sword in the unfair affairs, and a sword in the heart. When encountering something that is not straight, they are naturally not loved by others. In the end, the situation is caused by the swordsman himself."

The ancestor stood beside the old Confucian scholar and said calmly: "It's not that the swordsman is too straight, but that there are too few people in the three religions who have the straight word now. When he wrote a beautiful article, Zhang Sheng made the monks in the world admire him sincerely. How energetic was he? But now, can you find the second one?"

The old Confucian scholar frowned and smiled angrily: "A scholar like Zhang Sheng can give birth to one of them in the world, which is a great blessing. How dare you say that you will find the second one!"

The ancestor didn't comment, just looked at the cliff.

The old Confucian scholar suddenly remembered something and asked with some uncertainty: "You might have asked that kid to go down the cliff, right?"

The ancestors were silent.

Silence is the default.

The old Confucian scholar felt a little angry for the first time. He said angrily: "Which level is that kid only? Is there a third level? You dare to let him go down, but I know what's underneath!"

The ancestor did not explain anything else, but just smiled and said, "The Second Realm."

The old Confucian scholar was stunned.

Judging from the old Confucian scholar now, this old guy is completely crazy.
Chapter completed!