Sword of Coming

Two well-traveled guests came to the Supervisory Office. Both of them were in their weak years, with jade trees facing the wind, like peach trees and pine trees. They were of first-class beauty. After the concierge heard that he was here to visit Mr. Cui, he didn't even ask about his identity. He quickly led him into the official residence and led him to the other courtyard where Mr. Cui was temporarily staying. He knocked on the door and the concierge said goodbye respectfully.

The person who opened the door was none other than the gentleman who came here to ask for the winning thing on behalf of Confucianism. He had won the reputation of Hebilang when he was young, and had always been regarded as the best candidate to be the next master of Guanhu Academy. After seeing the two young men, he was both surprised and surprised. He looked at one of the young men leaning against the door and asked with a smile: "Ba Qiao, who is this friend next to you?"

The young man who was called Baqiao said with a playful smile: "This guy is a descendant of the Chen family from Longwei County of the Dayong Dynasty. Brother Cui, just call him Songfeng. This guy is not good at beauty and wine in his life. He only has Shi." Yan Zhiqi, I heard that there are several old pits in the creek here, so I wanted to try my luck. He also has a distant relative who is also accompanying us this time. If it weren't for her, Matsukaze and I wouldn't be delayed She has only entered the town now. She should have come two days earlier. She doesn't like to interact with people, so she went to visit the town by herself. Alas, it's a pity that a bird is a bird. On the way here, I heard that a prince of the Sui Dynasty got the disease. It's a great opportunity to earn a golden dragon and carp, and I have great hope of making a comeback in the future. I am so greedy that my eyes are red. Brother Cui, take a look, they are all bloodshot, right?"

The young man stretched his head towards the Confucian gentleman. The latter smiled and pushed the head away with his fingers, reminding: "Liu Baqiao, since your trip has been delayed, you should hurry up and get down to business. What are you doing here with me?" ?When did Fengleiyuan’s behavior become so procrastinating?”

The disciple of the Chen family in Longwei County looked apologetic and said with a wry smile: "On the way here, there was a conflict and accident. Brother Baqiao injured the viscera orifice that serves as the sword raising room, so he had to take the risk of moving the natal sword to the Mingtang orifice. , If it weren’t for my poor cultivation and becoming a burden, I would never have caused Brother Baqiao to be injured.”

Liu Baqiao laughed heartily and said: "It's just a few sneaky wild cultivators who managed to injure me by some crooked tricks. Anyway, they are dead souls under my sword and are not worth mentioning! If we weren't in a hurry, I will build a few tombs for them, set up a tombstone, and write down that they died under the sword of Liu Baqiao on a certain day of a certain year and a certain day. In the future, when I become the number one swordsman, maybe it will become a scenic spot. ,right?"

The Confucian gentleman had known the genius swordsman of Fengleiyuan for a long time, and knew that he was born with an inconsistent character, so he brought the two of them into the courtyard.

Liu Baqiao suddenly lowered his voice, "Brother Cui, tell me, is the world here about to collapse? Is Mr. Qi, the man from Shanya Academy who has migrated here, really determined to act against nature?"

The scholar named Cui turned a deaf ear.

Liu Baqiao chuckled and pointed at Mr. Cui, "I already understand."

The Confucian gentleman seemed to say casually: "Songfeng, I visited Mr. Qi at the school before. When he talked about self-cultivation, he once expressed the feeling that 'time has not waited for me'."

Cultivating one's moral character, harmonizing one's family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. This sage seed from the Cui family only stopped talking about cultivating one's moral character.

At first, Chen Songfeng thought it was a polite greeting between scholars, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he suddenly understood. He cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Cui, I'm going to look for that distant cousin. When I come back, Then I’ll ask you, sir, for advice on how to govern the country.”

In Chen Songfeng's words, he intentionally or unintentionally skipped the link of "regulating the family" and only mentioned governing the country.

Chen Songfeng left in a hurry.

The scholar surnamed Cui sighed and sat at the stone table in the small courtyard with Liu Baqiao.

Liu Baqiao crossed his legs and said bluntly: "This Chen Songfeng is smart. He can tell at once, but he is too careless about his appearance. At least I can sit down and talk nonsense with you, and it won't be too late to leave. He is so anxious." Going to ask for the ancestral locust leaves? I don’t think it’s necessary. Apart from the Chen family of Longwei County, how many prominent family members are left in our Dongbaopingzhou now? Those locust leaves will fall into Chen Songfeng’s pocket. Is it still falling on the laity born and raised in a small town?"

The Chen family of Dongbaopingzhou is respected by the Chen family of Longwei County. Although it has been silent for a long time, it is just that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. Although the power is weak, after all, it is a thousand-year-old noble family that has produced a long line of heroes and heroes in its ancestors. Therefore, even a prosperous sect like Liu Baqiao's Fenglei Garden does not dare to underestimate him, so even people like Liu Baqiao are willing to associate with him and treat him as a half-friend.

The scholar asked curiously: "Are you here to find Master Ruan and ask him to help you make a sword?"

Liu Baqiao hesitated and spoke unclearly.

The general meaning is to do something to help the sect. If it is completed, Fengleiyuan will come forward to make a sword for him to plead with Master Ruan. As for the reason for that incident, Liu Baqiao seemed a little hard to explain.

The scholar added: "Did you know that there are also people coming from Zhengyang Mountain, and they are the master and the servant?"

Liu Baqiao was stunned and said in shock: "I didn't hear about it at all. Who came to Zhengyang Mountain?"

Then this young swordsman who was famous for being domineering in Fenglei Garden closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and prayed: "Don't be Fairy Su, who has conquered the country. I beg you, Fairy Su, to come here, otherwise Should I draw my sword or not? When Fairy Su takes one look at me, I will be stunned. How can I be willing to sacrifice my flying sword..."

The scholar was a little helpless, "Don't worry, it's not your favorite Fairy Su, but the White Ape who protects the mountain. He is escorting the precious granddaughter of Tao Kui, the ancestor of Chunyang Swordsman in Zhengyang Mountain."

"Old Cui, you are really my lucky star! If it weren't for Fairy Su, everything would be fine!" Liu Baqiao immediately jumped up and down, laughing loudly: "Afraid of him?! Why am I afraid of an old beast?! Anyone in our Fenglei Garden can be afraid. , except Zhengyang Mountain!"

The scholar hesitated for a moment, "Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are the authentic sects of swordsmanship with the same roots. Why can't they untie the knot?"

Liu Baqiao stopped his joking expression and said solemnly: "Cui Minghuang, when you go to Fenglei Garden in the future, you must never say a word like this to anyone."

The scholar sighed.

Fenglei Garden, Zhengyang Mountain.

From the ancestor swordsman to the disciple who has just started, the two sides often don't need to disagree. As long as they encounter each other, they will directly draw their swords at each other.

The official porter and the old steward suddenly rushed outside the courtyard gate in a hurry. Cui Minghuang and Liu Baqiao stood up at the same time.

The steward walked into the courtyard, saluted, and said, "Mr. Cui, we just received news that Zhengyang Mountain has taken action against a young man named Liu Xianyang."

Liu Baqiao suddenly became furious, "Which Liu Xianyang?!"

The steward had great respect for Mr. Cui. As for the unknown young man in front of him, the old man was not afraid. He replied calmly: "Reporting to this young man, there is only one person named Liu Xianyang in our town."

Liu Baqiao's face changed drastically, and he sneered: "What a Zhengyangshan, you are going too far to deceive others!"

Cui Minghuang looked calm and asked: "Will Mr. Qi come forward?"

The steward shook his head and said: "Not yet. I heard that the young man was taken to Master Ruan's sword shop. It is estimated that even if he is not dead, he will only have one breath left. Someone saw with his own eyes that the young man's chest was beaten to pieces by a punch. How can he survive? Come down."

Cui Minghuang smiled and said, "Thank you, old gentleman, for informing me about this."

The old steward waved his hand quickly, "Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously. It's my duty to disturb Mr. Cui."

After the steward led the concierge away, Cui Minghuang saw Liu Baqiao sitting back on the stone bench and asked in confusion: "Did you come just for that boy?"

Liu Baqiao's face was gloomy and uncertain, "That's half of it. It will be very troublesome, big trouble."

Cui Minghuang asked: "It's not just the grievances involving Fengleiyuan and Zhengyang Mountain?"

Liu Baqiao nodded, "Far more than that."

The scholar sat with his hands folded and said softly: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. It seems that it is time for me to set off to retrieve the piece of Sifang Zhengui. Even if Mr. Qi mistakenly thinks that it is our Guanhu Academy who is adding insult to injury, there is nothing we can do about it." .”

Cui Minghuang stood up and said, "I'm going to the school. I'll come back as soon as I go."

After he left the official residence on Fulu Street, he passed by the Twelve-foot Archway, stopped and looked up at the four-character plaque with the words "Do your duty without giving in".

Under the sun, the scholar put his hand to cover his forehead.

After hesitating for a while, he actually turned around and returned to the official office.

On Fulu Street, a burly old man with white hair led a girl with a delicate face like a porcelain doll. Instead of entering the Lu family's mansion, he went to the Li family's house. Someone was already waiting at the door, welcoming the two into the home, and hanging " In the main hall with the plaque "Ganlu Hall", a majestic old man stood up, came to the door to greet him, cupped his fists and said, "Li Hong has met Senior Yuan."

The old mountain-moving ape of Zhengyang Mountain nodded casually to the head of the Li family, let go of the little girl's hand, lowered his head and said softly: "Miss, I'm waiting for you at the top of the mountain."

The little girl sat on the threshold of the main hall, fuming and silent.

The head of the Li family said softly: "Senior, don't worry, our Li family will definitely send Miss Tao out of the town safe and sound."

The old ape hummed, "Please help take care of Miss this time, even if Zhengyang Mountain owes you a favor. Let me have a few words with Miss."

The old man immediately left the main hall and ordered that no one in the family should approach the Manlu Hall for more than a hundred steps.

The old man also sat on the threshold and thought for a while, "Miss, there are some things I shouldn't have said to you, but the matter has reached this point and there is no point in hiding it anymore, so I will tell you all. This time in the small town Okay, it's probably a plot carefully planned by someone. The wife of the Xu family in Qingfeng City can't escape, but she may not be the most important person. The great thing about this trap is that even if the old slave is aware of it, he can't escape. Jump. What the young lady doesn’t know is that the owner of the Sword Book was once a swordsman who rebelled from Zhengyang Mountain, and he created it himself. According to your grandfather, the most valuable thing about this Sword Book is, Although the person who wrote the book could only touch the threshold of sword immortality in the end, the content of the Sword Classic directly points to the great road. Miss, think about it, the Xie family ancestors who are friends with us in Zhengyang Mountain have such a vision. I would give this Sword Classic an extremely high rating."

Then the old man's tone was a bit cold, "And this swordsman genius who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, when he was desperate, he took refuge in Fengleiyuan, our old enemy in Zhengyang Mountain. Fengleiyuan has indeed protected this man for most of his life, and he has become the king for most of his life." He was a coward all his life. Later, in order to prove the Sword Sutra, he quietly left Fenglei Garden and looked for several great swordsmen who had proved the Tao, such as the ancestor of the Xie family. Even though they all disdained their character, they did not regard what was written in the Sword Sutra. I admire it endlessly. The ancestor of the Xie family once said privately that the Sword Scripture integrates the kendo spirit of Zhengyang Mountain and Fengleiyuan. Once someone from either side succeeds in practicing it, the battle between the two sects will come to an end."

The old man said solemnly: "So if I can get this Sword Sutra, and leave it to Miss you to practice, it will be the best result. Taking a step back, even if we don't get it in Zhengyang Mountain, why should I give it to you? The likes of Longcheng Yunxiashan were deprived of opportunities by those young people, but Zhengyangshan can tolerate it. There is only one thing that we must not give in to, and that is to let the bastards from Fengleiyuan get the Sword Scripture!"

The old man's face was ashen and ferocious, "Miss, don't forget, in the deepest part of Fenglei Garden, above the sword testing ground, our ancestor from Zhengyang Mountain is also the ancestor of your lineage, Miss. She was When Zhengyang Mountain was at its weakest, she resolutely challenged the owner of Fenglei Garden of that generation. As a result, she died in a majestic battle. Instead of being sent back to Zhengyang Mountain for burial by Fenglei Garden, her body was left to be exposed to the sun, even her head. Among them, there is also a long sword of Fengleiyuan Swordsman, deliberately allowing others to watch and laugh!"

"Three hundred years, a whole three hundred years, even though Zhengyang Mountain is recognized as having many talents, they still can't pull out a sword from Fengleiyuan! Generations of Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators have endured this shame and humiliation. Zhengyang As long as the mountain remains immortal, Fengleiyuan will become a joke to the entire East Aquarius Continent."

"Why is it that in Zhengyang Mountain, every ancestor who has achieved the status of Sword Immortal never wants to hold a celebration to tell the world?!"

In fact, the little girl has long been familiar with these old events, and her ears are still open to hearing them.

It's just that when relatives and elders talked about it before, they tried to mention this public case and grievances in a calm tone, far from being full of anger and expressing their hearts like the ape who moved the mountain.

The little girl asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa Baiyuan, why don't you just punch that stubborn young man to death? Although his meridians are now broken, his breath is broken and messy, the sword sutra will naturally be Even if it is smashed and smashed, the gods will not be able to recover. But if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of the worst. What if someone saves him, what if someone gets the Sword Sutra, what will we do in Zhengyang Mountain?"

The inheritance method of that sword scripture is extremely special and mysterious, and cannot be explained in words. It seems that it was inscribed on the wall by the ancestor of the Liu family, or that the traitor of Zhengyang Mountain left a sword intention that was flowing in the bodies of his descendants and passed down from generation to generation. He has been waiting for a descendant with extraordinary talents to appear, who can control this sword intention that contains the content of the Sword Sutra.

So as long as the young man dies, his porcelain buyer and Fengleiyuan will be completely out of business. The Sword Book, which had never really appeared in the world, disappeared into thin air.

The old man laughed and said: "If the old slave beats the boy to death on the spot, he will be driven out of this small world instantly. What will the young lady do then? Do you want the young lady to face the people of Fenglei Garden alone? Besides, all the magic techniques here are the same. Forbidden, Master Ruan can make swords and kill people, but his ability to save people is really not that good. Besides, is it possible for Qi Jingchun to take action? Absolutely not. Now that he is a clay Buddha crossing the river, he cannot save himself. Besides, really If you piss off the old slave, the worst case scenario is that he will reveal his true form, but the old slave wants to see if this world can support my thousand-foot true body!"

The old slave stood up with great momentum and said: "Miss, I don't need to pay attention to the matter of the young man on the covered bridge. Let the old slave kill the people in Fenglei Garden and wait for you outside the gate of the top of the mountain. If Qi Jingchun knows this, he will watch the fire from the other side. , if he dares to intervene, the old slave will dare to knock him to pieces. Even if Master Ruan takes action, the old slave will have to fight him to the end, so that the trip is worthwhile! "

The little girl thought for a while and said with a bright smile: "Grandpa Bai Yuan, you can go and don't worry about me."

The old man smiled casually and said: "Miss, you don't need to worry about me anymore."

A strong smell of blood filled the room of Jianpu by the stream. Pots of blood and water were brought out, and then pots of clean water were brought back.

An old man who was almost picked up by a young girl in green clothes, the shopkeeper of Yang's pharmacy, was sitting on a small stool in front of the window. He stretched out his hand to wash away the blood on his hands. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He raised his head and shook his head helplessly: "Master Ruan." , this young man’s injuries are too serious, if it was outside the town..."

Master Ruan crossed his arms and said with a straight face: "Stop talking nonsense."

The old man could only smile bitterly.

He did say nonsense. If it was outside the town, there would be no need for him to take action.

Ruan Xiu, a girl in green clothes, stared intently at the locust leaf placed on the forehead of the young man on the bed. It was dim and dull. The green was still green, but there was no hint of green at all. She turned her head suddenly and asked angrily: "Didn't we agree that if Chen Pingan took out his locust leaf, Liu Xianyang would be half alive?"

The old shopkeeper of Yang's shop sighed: "If the owner of the Sophora japonica leaves suffers such a serious injury, and then receives the ancestral shade of the Sophora japonica leaf, there is of course a 50% chance of being saved, but it is another matter if it is used to bring blessings to others. .”

Ruan Xiu shouted angrily: "Yang! Then why did you talk nonsense before and said there was a 50% chance?! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The old man was crying and feeling extremely aggrieved, "If I hadn't said that at that time, I'm afraid I would have been beaten to death by you even if the boy hadn't died."

Ruan Xiu turned pale with anger and was about to curse.

The man said in a deep voice: "Xiuxiu, please don't be rude to Shopkeeper Yang."

Ruan Xiu gritted her teeth and remained silent.

After the man was silent for a moment, he glanced at the old shopkeeper who was stunned and had not moved for a long time. For no reason, like a spring thunder, he started to curse: "Shopkeeper Yang, you are here like a fucking log, are you seeking death?! "

Encountering such a father and daughter, the old man was really on the verge of tears. The key was that he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to be a living doctor.

From the beginning to the end, the boy in straw sandals did not yell or cry. He just carried water out and back in again and again, and the blood in the basin was replaced by the water in the basin.

Another quarter of an hour later, the medicine shop owner was also extremely irritable. He looked down at the basin of clear water, suddenly slapped the water with his palm, causing countless splashes. Then he raised his head and said to Master Ruan with great grief and anger: "Master Ruan! You might as well stab him to death with a sword. Forget it, I’m just a medicine seller, not a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life!”

The blacksmith frowned little by little.

The old man immediately shrank his neck.

The young man finally spoke out, "Shopkeeper Yang, try again."

After the old man turned to look at the young man, the young man's eyes were clean and he spoke with a slight emphasis: "Try again!"

The old man exhaled a filthy breath and couldn't bear to say: "My child, I really can't do anything."

The young man forced out a smile and said, "Shopkeeper Yang, please."

The old man looked tired and shook his head.

The last trace of hope left in the straw-shoe boy's eyes disappeared.

He squatted down and put down the washbasin, sat on the edge of the bed, held the tall boy's already cold hand, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said softly: "I will be back."

The young man stood up and left the house, walked to the threshold, suddenly turned around, bowed to the Ruan family, his daughter, the old shopkeeper, and the three people who had been busy until now.

The boy crossed the threshold.

The sun was a little dazzling. After a brief pause, the young man strode forward.

If God doesn't give me justice, it's okay. I'll get it myself. I'll get as much as I can.