Nightfall

(The sound of rustling on the mountain road.

The female professor walked in front of the elder brother and Yulian, put down the broom in her hand, reached out and patted the ash on the blue coat, and the wrinkles on her face were filled with indifference, saying: "You are all like this, naturally I will go. "

She has not asked about the world for many years. When she was in the world, she could only stay silent and watch from the background. However, when the man came to Chang'an City today, she could no longer sit in the chapel.

At this moment, Jun Mo came out of the mountain fog again and said, "No need to fight anymore, Brother and Sister's injuries are not healed. You are old too, so naturally I should go."

The female professor said: "What a rude thing to say."

At this time, the four people in the field were the four strongest people in the academy. When the man came to Chang'an City, the academy naturally received them, but they all knew that it would be difficult to predict the future, so they competed.

Junmo was silent.

The female professor stared at his eyes and said, "Even when you are in full bloom, it is not his opponent."

"My sword never seeks perfection."

Jun Mo said: "There are many people who are stronger than me, and eventually lose to me. Even Liu Bai did not take advantage of me."

When it comes to Liu Bai, the female professor no longer speaks, her face wrinkles gradually.

"Come out." Jun Mo said.

With this sentence, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi walked out of the cloud and fog, and for the first time, they walked out of the cloud gate array alone. They were a little excited, but they were a little bit cold by the water, and their faces were blue and white.

Jun Mowang said to the brothers in the wheelchair and Yu Lian: "No need to fight, I will take them back to Chang'an City. So it was a smooth journey to meet the man, so I had a reason, so I went."

Yu Lian said: "Why did you take him back to Chang'an?"

Jun Mo thought for a while and said, "Home visit?"

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The atmosphere in the carriage was very depressive, because Jun Mo never spoke.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi secretly exchanged glances, vaguely guessing what happened in Chang'an City and daring to talk, shut their mouths tightly and looked at the scenery outside the window.

The trees beside the road are only starry green. After swiping backwards at a high speed outside the window, the eyes of the two youngsters looked into the distance along these neat trees and saw the walls of Chang'an City.

It is midday. Normally, the south gate of Chang'an City should be very lively. The soldiers of the patrol department should carefully check the people entering and leaving. The people in line will probably complain about the speed of entering the city. There are also vendors selling herbal tea and eggs. Today, it is extremely quiet.

During the day, two thick and heavy city gates were closed tightly, and no pedestrians or hawkers could be seen in front of the city gates. There were no soldiers of the city patrol division.

There is only one carriage.

This carriage looks very ordinary. The body was covered with dirt and dust, and there was no glory at all. A slight breeze of spring breeze blew by, and the dust on the carriage fell a little, exposing the dark face inside. It seems to be made of steel, and you can still see a few round lines.

The black carriage has no horses, only a separate carriage, and the place where the wheels contact the ground sinks deeply. On both sides, you can see the fine gravel, and then look backwards. You can see the hard stone road surface of the official road, which has been crushed into two very deep traces, and has been dragged far away, and there is no end at all.

How heavy is this carriage? Actually destroyed the Tao like this?

More eye-catching than the carriage is the man standing next to the carriage-since there is no horse, such a heavy carriage, can it be said that he was pulled so far by the road?

The man was wearing an ordinary cloth shirt with normal eyebrows and a few wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, but his skin was extremely delicate and his hair was grayish. Exactly how old are you, old or young?

A hip flask was tied around the man's waist, swinging gently with the spring breeze.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, and when he was bored, he picked up the jug and took a sip.

His expression when drinking was extremely heroic. If the whale sucked the sea water, he hadn't put it down for a long time, but the hip flask never bottomed out, and there was always pouring out the drink.

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Because the man didn't care at all that he was being targeted by the mighty defensive crossbow, he drank himself and drank himself in the spring breeze, as if he were not in this world at all.

The man put down the hip flask and wiped his mouth, his eyes narrowed.

His squinting eyes are full of intoxicated emotions, because he has no indulgence in this life, just like wine, but if he looks at the deepest point, he can see that his eyes are so cold and vicissitudes, because he is long I have seen everything in my life, I ’m tired of this world, so I ’m ruthless,

The hoof gradually slowed down, and another carriage came to the gate.

Zhang Nianzu squeezed beside Li Guangdi. The two teenagers looked at the man through the window. His body shivered uncontrollably, his face pale to the extreme, because they seemed to see the Tsing Yi Taoist on the street that day.

Junmo lifted the front curtain of the carriage and got off.

He came to the man and stopped slowly.

The spring breeze touched the empty sleeve under his right arm, his gesture was gentle but his breath was cold.

The iron sword was not pulled out in the sheath on his waist.

Jun Mo looked at the man beside the black car, his eyes fell on the hip flask in his waist. After a long silence, he bowed his head and said, "I have seen senior."

The man was somewhat satisfied and said, "You don't need to be too polite."

The very simple four words made Nancheng Gate tremble.

Because the man ’s voice is very old, and the age is at its extreme. When the air passes through his vocal cords, it seems that the dusty bronzes are rubbing against each other. Even if the dust and dirt are rubbed off, the rust is firmly attached to the bronze. In the friction, let everyone's soul throb.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi did not get out of the car. After listening to this voice, their faces became paler, and their bodies were suddenly cold with ice cubes, as if from a teenager suddenly came to the age of twilight.

There were countless painful mumbles in the city wall, the Tang army who used crossbows to aim at the man, were all extremely painful by this sound, even the mossy walls and blue bricks had some faint signs of loosening, and the city wall had endured for thousands of years. The wind and rain were still too young before this old voice.

Jun Mo raised his head, his expression was still quiet, and no respect could be seen in his eyes.

He said, "Leave, or die."

When the spring breeze reappeared, the hip flask swayed again around the man's waist. He was a little surprised, and then returned to indifference. He looked at Jun Mo and said, "I heard that you are most respectful."

"I have seen the rites from my predecessors, so naturally no more rituals are required."

Jun Mo looked at the man and said, "The ritual, the order is respectful. I salute you because of your seniority. The teacher once asked you, but it is based on order, but not respecting you. . "

The man raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently, "Why don't I deserve respect?"

Jun Mo said, "Because you are a coward."

With this sentence, the heaven and earth before the Nancheng Gate suddenly changed dramatically.

The spring breeze turned into a bitter cold wind.

Junmo's empty sleeve tube with a spring breeze seemed to be washed too many times, and suddenly became stiff. The extremely soft road pattern on the sleeve became a sharp line.

His right arm is broken, but he still has sleeves.

He didn't produce a sword, and his sleeves were still sword-shaped.

In the suddenly cold spring breeze, there were countless sharp sword intentions.

In the carriage, the faces of Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi were paler, because they found that there seemed to be many sharp subtle lines in the air, and every time they breathed, it was such pain.

Numerous sword marks appeared in front of the man.

Numerous crisp sounds suddenly sounded on the hip flask around his waist, and then gradually converged.

He looked at Jun Mo and said, "His eyes on his disciples are indeed much stronger than ours."

Jun Mo said: "Teacher is much stronger than you two."

After saying this, he stretched his left hand to his waist and held the middle section of the scabbard, with the horizontal sword in front of him, the iron sword still raised his eyebrows, seemingly respectful as a guest, but actually indifferent as ice.

Jun Mo holds the junior rites, and the sword is on the front, with a dignified expression.

The iron sword is straight and wide, and it is an indestructible wall in the wind.

The shadow of the iron sword and sleeve fell on the ground, it was a dignified and stretched green mountain.

"Shou Qingxia seven rì, defeat Ye Su first, and then hurt with Liu Bai, it really is extraordinary."

The man became serious when he saw Junmo Hengjian.

But it was still only a little. He waved his sleeves happily, and the spring breeze came to call, hovering around the body, the breath suddenly rose, and the five realms were broken in a blink of an eye.

He was not in the city, and the city walls could not stop him. He was not in the mountains, and the mountains could not see him. He didn't want to fight, but he was as strong as Junmo, and he couldn't fight. What is this state of mind?

"The teacher said that when it comes to these realms, even Buddha is not as good as you." Jun Mo's eyes fell on the man through Jian Feng and said, "Since there is no war, what do you mean by coming here?"

The man looked at him and said, "I came to Chang'an to return something to the academy for others."

Jun Mo asked: "What?"

The man said, "This is the carriage."

Jun Mo said: "I have arrived, you can leave."

The man asked, "This car is yours?"

Jun Mo said: "No ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The man said:" Since this is the case, I am not looking for you. "

Jun Mo said: "Since it is the car of the younger brother, I can naturally take the lead."

The man slowly shook his head, took the hip flask from his waist, took a sip, looked back at the mottled old city wall, and said, "No, you can't be the master because of this city."

Jun Mo looked at him and stopped talking.

He had only one hand, holding the scabbard, so he could no longer hold the hilt.

The iron sword withdrew itself from the sheath, and with a slight friction sound, it will show its edge.

At this moment, the sound of friction sounded at the gate, and then slowly opened.

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