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Wuming Lane in the south of the town, Beiling Temple.

A blind old Taoist wearing an old Taoist robe sat sideways at a stone table in a pavilion in the backyard of the Taoist temple. Sitting on the other side of the stone table across from him was a slightly indistinct figure, fluttering Shake, not quite true.

The old Taoist held the bamboo pole with both hands. One end of the long bamboo pole was placed on the ground, and the other end pointed directly at the dome of the pavilion. He closed his eyes and faced outside the pavilion, as if he was looking at something, but also seemed not to see anything.

The unreal shadow beside the old Taoist also looked like an old man. He smiled and glanced sideways at the other side of the stone table, and said cheerfully: "I heard that the first disciple of the Mo family came to Yanguan Town, so I came here specially from Liangzhou to see the excitement!"

"What? Didn't I come to see you?" The old man said and looked around. It seemed that there had been no trace of a Mohist disciple in this Taoist temple for many years.

"Mr. Chu encountered great changes that year, but the reasons have always been confusing. The later Liang Zongfeng also disappeared inexplicably. According to the Honglian Jijiu, these two people should have encountered difficulties because of the same incident. Mr. Qin arrived I have been investigating this matter since then." The old Taoist with his eyes closed replied solemnly.

The pale old man rubbed his chin when he heard the words, and was also a little solemn: "This thing is really too bizarre. It stands to reason that four saints from your three sects and one family are sitting in the salt office at the same time, not only to guard but also to take care of each other. As a result, Lao Chutou This area of ​​the world that is clearly your own territory was attacked, and even ended in death, but the other three of you failed to sense it at the first time? And the same happened to Old Man Liang later. For the reason, you are all on guard, but you still haven’t caught anyone!”

He looked at the old Taoist strangely: "Sometimes I even wonder if there is something fishy between the four of you?"

The old Taoist smiled and ignored the old man's teasing. He said in an uncertain tone: "We have analyzed that one possibility is that the other party has some kind of top-quality magic weapon or spirit that can isolate the world for a certain period of time. Formation, there is another possibility...the two fellow Taoists had their own intentions."

When the old man heard this, his eyes widened slightly uncontrollably, and he said in disbelief: "Are you saying that one or two of them committed suicide of their own accord?"

"Impossible!" the old man said halfway, and then denied the latter statement without hesitation, "I may not know what happened to Liang Gongfeng, but that old drunkard is a Mohist saint, and he still has a It's an important task! With your level of cultivation at your level, I don't think there would be any reason for a dignified master to tie himself up and die on his own!"

"That's why this matter is so weird...and including the blacksmith Gan Quan, the storyteller Lu Chunjue, and shopkeeper Fan, all of us have used our own methods for many years, but we still can't. Once the reason is found, this matter becomes even more incredible." The old Taoist's face became more solemn.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Qin, the first disciple of Momen, seems to have always been at odds with the Confucian side, right? Why did he come here in person?" The old man changed the topic and still rubbed his chin and asked.

It is said that Mozi, the Mo sect, and his first disciple were both disciples of Confucianism many years ago, but later they both withdrew from the Confucian sect due to some disagreements. The Mohist school today came about only after people founded the sect on their own. Although the standard of the sect is slightly inferior to that of the three sects, it is still one of the most prominent schools in the world.

Probably because of the events of that year, the Mohist sect was often at odds with the Confucian sect. The most obvious manifestations were the founder of the Mohist family, known as Mozi, and his chief disciple Qin Guxi. The status of the two of them in the Mo sect goes without saying, but they never talk harmoniously to the Confucian sect disciples, and are even unwilling to meet face to face unless necessary!Now, unexpectedly, Mr. Qin would actually visit Yanguan Town in person. Apparently he would take over the duties of the saint and become a neighbor with the Confucian sect here?
"Those who are responsible for great things should not be afraid of small complaints." The old Taoist shook his head, "The Confucian and Mohist families do not care about small things. It is not surprising that Mr. Qin would come here in person."

"That's true..." the old man sighed a little, "To be honest, I really admire you people who come from big families. There are really no simple ones who can be called saints."

The old Taoist smiled and said nothing.

The old man was also a little silent. He frowned and pondered for a moment. It seemed that the old drunkard they mentioned before made him think of other things. So he looked at the old Taoist and smiled and said: "This is how you behave in Yanguan Town. Strict? Are you strict with yourself and lenient with others? These people are almost punching wooden rafters into your eye sockets, can you really hold back and not fight back?"

"There once was a very powerful literati in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth who wrote a sentence, which is called 'It is easy to break if you are too strong, and you will be hurt if you are too wise'..." The old Taoist understood the old man's meaning naturally and sighed softly. Tone, said: "That child believes in his own wisdom too much, so there are some things that he must realize as soon as possible."

The old man opposite smiled when he heard this, "What you said reminded me of my youth. At that time, I loved staying in the military camp. When I first started sharpening my knives, I liked to sharpen them, striving to be sharp. I always thought about When fighting on the battlefield, as long as you hold a sharp knife in your hand, you can kill with less effort and worry, and as long as it is easier to kill, you can kill more!"

The old man's figure was pale, and when he spoke, there was some kind of long-lasting remembrance in his eyes: "But after staying for a long time, I slowly discovered another thing. The faster the blade is sharpened, the thinner the blade will be. When fighting against others, , the knife will be more likely to chip or curl... So when it comes to sharpening a knife, sometimes it’s not easy to tell whether it’s sharpened quickly or not, whether it’s good or not.”

At first glance, these words sounded like they were echoing the old Taoist's famous saying that was used as a reference.

The old Taoist listened quietly to the old man's words, expressionless and silent.

The old man didn't pay much attention to the old Taoist's reaction, but continued with a smile: "When it comes to sharpening a knife, I always think that whether the knife is sharpened well depends not only on the skill of the sharpener, but also on the quality of the whetstone. What kind of material is it made of? Aren’t you afraid that the quality of the whetstone is too high, and you will ask someone to grind the knife into pieces without even noticing it?”

The old Taoist shook his head and recited a poem as if he was talking to himself, "It's hard to get rid of all the troubles in this world, so just hold on to the rope and do something."

The old man smiled and said, "Why don't you read the last two sentences? Isn't it more famous?"

The old man smiled, closed his eyes and looked up at the sky. The spring breeze was blowing, the white clouds were lingering, and the scenery in spring was perfect.

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In the blink of an eye, one night passed.

In the rural school in the northeast of the town, the young man in black who was invited to the rural school last night took advantage of the teacher in green to teach the students, alone in the courtyard of the rural school, which is neither big nor small. Wandering around, touching here and there, just doing nothing.

Last night, the white-haired old man who had arrived in the town a long time ago and was helped to the village school by Chu Yuanxiao left the village school and the town shortly after dark. He was not even willing to spend the night and left overnight. .

Before leaving, the old gentleman glanced coldly at the carefree young man in black Su Sanzai, and then told the Confucian scholar in green shirt who was the only teacher of the rural school and also his student: "Don't let anyone go home from now on." Leader, those who know say you are being polite, but those who don’t know think you are crazy!"

Cui Jue, a Confucian scholar in a green shirt, smiled warmly and bowed his hands: "Yes, sir, the student understands."

The old man didn't say anything more. He glanced at the guy named Su again, snorted coldly, then turned around and disappeared in a flash.

Su Sanzai's face was full of novelty as soon as he entered the courtyard. He started to wander around the courtyard, wandering around in the huge rural school and admiring him. He waited until the old man left before slowly walking to the side of the blue-shirted Confucian scholar. , said with a smile: "Mr. Zhong is still like this... hates evil as much as he hates it?"

The scholar in green shirt was a little helpless. He glanced sideways at the man beside him and whispered: "Mr. Su, it's better not to provoke him. If my husband really makes a move, I, a student, can't stop him."

Su Sanzai just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Cui Jue did not dwell too much on the same topic, but changed the subject and said: "Mr. Su arrived so early and took out the first money so quickly. It seems to be consistent with the previous agreement... It doesn’t match.”

"Mr. Cui, do you mind?" Su Sanzai didn't care, glanced sideways at the Confucian scholar beside him, and asked with a half-smile.

Cui Jue smiled, but did not answer directly, and asked: "In that case, what does Mr. Su think of the current situation in the town?"

"What did you say? Hmm... The little demon in the temple is very windy, but the water is shallow and there are many bastards?" Su Sanzai said this without hesitation with a sarcastic look on his face, but then he seemed to feel something and turned his head to look at it. The Confucian scholar in blue had a strange expression on his face, so he smiled and said, "Oh, sorry, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about these foreigners like me."

After that, he hurriedly wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead as if he was nervous, and threw it to the ground. He whispered in a low voice: "It was so close, so close, just a tiny bit missing." My son, I scolded the saints of the three religions, which really made me walk on thin ice, trembling with fear, and scared me to death!"

The master in green shirt standing next to him boasted that he was good at cultivating qi, but he still twitched the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. It would be more satisfying for you to just shout it openly!

I don’t know if my husband has gone far away?
...At noon, classes were over for lunch break in the rural school's thatched cottage. Mr. Cui, the teacher of the school, left the school's gate after seeing off the students. He did not take the student Chen Ji who always followed him with him, but left alone. Whereabouts unknown.

Chen Ji, the legitimate son of the head of the Chen family, saw that his husband did not need him to follow him, so he did not stay in the school for a long time and returned to the Chen family's mansion next door.

As a result, the only person left in this huge rural school was the young man in black, Su Sanzai, who was dressed in black and idle like a swinger.

With nothing to do, Su Sanzai rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in a familiar manner and found a piece of tea cake that the scholar in blue had treasured for many years and had not yet opened. He broke off a small piece and put it into a teapot. There was no so-called exquisiteness in making tea and tasting it. Be particular about filling a pot of freshly boiled water with a large amount of water. In this way, you can make yourself a pot of tea. Then you moved two bamboo chairs and a small coffee table and placed them in the courtyard of the rural school. In the shade under a bamboo forest, you can wander leisurely and drink by yourself.

Speaking of which, the fate of this world is sometimes a very strange thing.

In the early years, the young man in black had been wandering around the world with nothing to do. In fact, he didn't have many places he deliberately wanted to go. He had always liked a poem called "Green hills are everywhere in the world." He was a particularly powerful top figure. Written in just seven words, you can tell others that sometimes a good poem doesn’t really need complicated and colorful words. As long as you have a broad enough mind and enough momentum, it will be natural when you write it. Just use one sentence from him. Another great poet who also likes the saying very much is that "when writing, the main purpose is the meaning, the Qi is the supplement, and the words and sentences are the defense." Look how good this statement is!
I made a special trip to Yanguan Town, Liangzhou, and took out the warning money that replaced the apprenticeship ceremony and gave it to the down-and-out young man named Chu at the east entrance of the town. In fact, it was not a random act. In fact, Whether it is learning or practicing, accepting disciples is never a casual and trivial matter.

He didn't want to come here before he came here. When he was wandering around, although he had heard of the illustrious reputation of this place, there were some things that he really didn't want to get involved in. It's just a pity that a great monk in Buddhism once said something , it really made sense, so he had no choice but to come.

"Fortunately, I have read enough and have a strong mind. I am perseverant and have great perseverance and wisdom. Otherwise, those great monks would have snatched me into Buddhism!" Su Sanzai said in a serious tone while thinking about things. He muttered something to himself seriously.

Speaking of which, when he became a disciple, the meeting gift that his husband gave him was not as thoughtful as he is now. The taciturn and cold-faced gentleman of his family was not tactful enough in dealing with people back then. It was really too sloppy. I told him That was the first time the two parties met, and in the end, he just handed over a large tome that the young man at the time couldn't even move. This was considered as kneeling and kowtowing to him respectfully. Here’s the return gift from the apprenticeship post.

"Thinking about it this way, I will definitely be a better master than Master." The young man in black lay loosely on the bamboo chair under the shade of the bamboo. He took a sip of tea and smiled contentedly. After a while, he put down the teacup and seemed to have Feeling this, he turned his head and looked at the door of the courtyard of the rural school, and then raised his eyebrows.

At the door, a little girl dressed in white, with picturesque features and big round eyes was standing outside the threshold of the main entrance of the rural school. She also carried a sword on her back. The sword had a square head and a simple shape. There was another sword on the left side of her waist. There is a three-foot-long sword hanging on it, which is the standard of the Chengyun Empire's frontier army.

The little girl didn't say anything, but her delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she looked coldly at the young man in black lying on the bamboo chair. It seemed that she was a little surprised!

Su Sanzai looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow and a smile, raised his hand and raised the teacup in his hand, "Would you like some tea?"

The girl still didn't speak, but suddenly took a step back with her left foot, held the scabbard with her left hand, and pressed her right hand on the handle!When she raised her eyes again, the girl's eyes were filled with murderous intent. On the long sword that had not been unsheathed in her hand, wisps of sword energy slowly spread out. The world was silent and cold!She looked at the young man sitting on the bamboo chair and asked coldly: "Who are you?"

Su Sanzai couldn't help but grin when he saw the little girl acting like this. He said "yo ho" and then said with a smile: "Although I'm not as ugly as Cui Jue, and coincidentally, I'm prettier than you, but you also You don’t have to be so hostile to me because of this, right?”

Hearing this, the girl narrowed her starry eyes, and her body became more murderous. She shook her head and said, "You are indeed not Mr. Cui."

Su Sanzai looked at this little girl who seemed to have a stubborn temper and felt helpless. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, then pointed around the walls of the village school and said with a smile: "Look, I can lie down so openly." In this rural school where Cui Jue is in charge, you can still drink tea and bask in the sun leisurely. The teapot contains tea cakes that he has treasured for many years and is reluctant to open. You feel that without his Agreed, can I do this?”

In the small town, there are many formations, large formations within small formations, the formations are connected, and one move can affect the whole body. Cui Jue, the teacher of the rural private school, is one of the four guardian saints here, and his weight in this place is similar to that of a court. The person in power who holds the power of life and death, even if he is not the emperor, is definitely qualified to be called one of the three princes, and the current rural school is actually his dojo. As long as that gentle scholar is in this place, he will It is definitely an existence similar to God. He truly speaks the Constitution of Heaven and follows the law when he speaks!Without his permission, it is impossible for outsiders to enter the courtyard of the small town school, let alone be so casual and leisurely. After all, this is the important place of the Immortal Family that is truly related to the foundation of the formation!
The girl lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then looked up at the smiling young man, her tone softened, and she said calmly: "I'm looking for Mr. Cui."

Of course, she wouldn't really think that just because this person looks young, she would really think that he would only be as young as he appears. There are always many ridiculously old monsters in the world of cultivation, all of whom love to carry thin skins that have been carefully modified. The tender baby face swaggered across the market, and the demons danced wildly.

"No, I seem to have gone out to find someone." Su Sanzai carefully looked at the little girl who was still standing outside the door, but the hostility finally eased, and replied casually.

The girl frowned and said nothing, looking coldly at the man in black lying on the bamboo chair, her eyes colder than before.

Su Sanzai couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the girl's movements and expressions, "What? Do you still think that I sneaked in while he was away?"

The girl still didn't speak, but the hand holding the handle of the knife tightened.

Su Sanzai raised his neck with a strange look on his face, and when he lowered his head again, he had put on a somewhat evil expression. Coupled with his already feminine temperament, his whole person looked even more demonic, and his mouth was white. When he smiles evilly, his teeth can easily make people's hearts tremble.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared coldly at the girl who was holding the handle of the knife and did not move downwards, but the murderous aura around her was getting heavier and heavier. He smiled seductively and said: "You want to draw the knife, but also want to draw the sword? Haha! Let’s not talk about how this Yanguanxiang private school, which acts as a saint’s dojo, will react after you take action. I alone can easily kill you, do you believe it?”

As soon as Su Sanzai said these words, the girl opposite drew her sword without hesitation. The long sword behind her followed the unsheathed flying sword like a dragon. She exerted her strength with a bow step and jumped across the countryside without hesitation. At the threshold of the school, he flew with a knife and slashed at the young man in black who was still half lying on the bamboo chair. The eight-sided long sword, which was like a flying sword, circled in the air and stabbed the young man in black in the back of the head!Attacking from the front and back, the minds are connected!
At this moment, the sword glow was strong, the sword energy was like a dragon, and the force was like thunder. Within a radius of a hundred feet centered on the small town school, everyone and animals were as silent as cicadas, and the dragon's roar resounded in the sky!

Before the girl's blade, Su Sanzai, who was still sitting on the bamboo chair, had a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't actually show any panic. He just squinted at the beautiful girl who seemed to be carrying the power of heaven and earth, and then sat on the bamboo chair. The wrist on the armrest of the chair waved slightly, and the teacup placed on the small coffee table flew up into the air as directed, hitting the tip of the girl's knife. As for the incomparable long sword behind him, which was like lightning and flint, he simply didn't care. Don't bother, just let it stab you!
The next moment, the tea cup was neatly divided into two by the sharp knife!At that moment, the tea in the cup was neatly split in half like the teacup, but not a drop of it touched the long knife!But it took just such a short time for the tea cup to be broken. The originally close distance between the girl and the young man seemed to be infinitely lengthened in an instant. The long sword passed through Su Sanzai's head until it was in front of the girl. , but the young man in black was not injured at all, and he deserved his extraordinary skills!

At this moment, it was like the long river of time was suddenly stopped, and like the sea of ​​space was twisted into a twist. It seemed that there was suddenly only a long and narrow corridor between the two people that could only accommodate one person. The surrounding corridor was colorful and bizarre. , and the young man in black who was in front of the girl a moment ago seemed to have moved thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye!
Whether it is near or not, whether it is far or not, it is mysterious and mysterious!

The girl in white who was charging forward with a knife felt the huge force squeezing around the corridor and couldn't help but frown slightly. She looked past the blade and glanced at the man in black who was sitting far away, still smiling but not smiling. The man then closed his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, the girl's eyes were clear and clear. She returned the long sword to its sheath. She grabbed the hilt of the long sword that was still floating by her side. She changed the flying sword into holding the sword in her hand. The next moment, without hesitation, she united the sword with her body and stabbed it straight. Entering the corridor between the two of them, which was as twisted as a hollow twist, he rushed thousands of miles straight towards Su Sanzai in an instant!

At the other end of the corridor, when the young man in black with a strange look saw this, he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows again. Good guy, Xihe Sword Sect has taught another freak girl?Her cultivation level is not high, but this sword heart... If it weren't for the fact that she was from a famous family, her bones were really young, and her soul was solid, Su Sanzai would have been suspicious. Isn't there an old monster from some family who dares to risk the disapproval of the world and use forbidden methods such as reincarnation or body snatching?
Seeing that the long sword was about to reach him again, Su Sanzai couldn't help but move his fingers slightly, and just when he was about to take action again, a light cough sounded slowly, interrupting his next words. action.

Su Sanzai glanced at the figure of the visitor, smiled, then slowly lowered his raised hand, allowing the sword to stab straight at him.

As for the girl in white on the other side, when the cough rang out, the murderous intent in her eyes remained unchanged, and the force of the long sword thrust was unrestrained. The murderous intent was still strong, and it was still a fatal move that was ignored!

With a slightly helpless sigh, a white palm suddenly appeared in front of the girl's sword. The two fingers came together to clamp the sword body, guiding the sword tip to deflect slightly, and then a pair of slender fingers moved from the sword body to the sword tip. With one stroke, he wiped the tip of the sword and threw it farther away.

In the process of pinching and flicking, the sword in the girl's hand was filled with powerful sword energy and flew out from the sword, causing a large ripple on the outer wall of the corridor that was like a space distortion. , and then slowly disappeared as time and space slowly calmed down.

The scholar in green shirt threw out his fingers and put his hands behind his back. He glanced at the young man in black who was sitting on the chair, and then turned to look at the two stunning women, one big and one small, who were standing outside the threshold of the hometown school again.

Su Sanzai was a little embarrassed by that look. He raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. Sitting still, he seemed to see Cui Jue's hand behind his back, which he gently clenched into a fist under the cover of his sleeve, and then slowly Slowly relax and tighten to relax your muscles and bones.

Outside the door threshold of the small town's rural school, the girl in white who was there before returned to her original position, as if she had not moved at all, but her face was cold and she was sheathing her sword.

Next to her, stood a stunning woman dressed in white, with a gentle temperament, equally picturesque features but a bit more mature and charming than the girl. A white plain hand was resting on the girl's shoulder.

Just now, the tacit understanding between the stunning woman and the Confucian scholar in blue not only removed the killing intention from the girl's long sword, but also ensured that the girl was not seriously injured by the backlash and could fall back safely. In situ.

The woman in white who appeared appeared first glanced at the little girl's unhappy and cold expression, then smiled faintly, and touched the top of the little girl's hair lovingly, but then she raised her head and looked at Cui Jue, her expression changed. He sank down again and said with a strange tone: "Mr. Cui, it seems that you and your friends are very dissatisfied with our Xihe Sword Sect?"

Hearing this, the scholar in green shirt turned around again, glanced at Su Sanzai helplessly, then turned back and bowed slightly to the woman, saying apologetically: "Silly boy is ignorant and has offended Miss Thirteen, please." Two Sword Immortals Haihan."

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PS: Love is always there in thousands of rivers and mountains, can you please collect it~
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