Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Hanshan goes south, and goes south for miles.

The night sky is like splashing ink, no stars and no moon. Surrounded by mountains, the vast lake looks like a giant well, and the black ruddy bottomless.

This lake is called ‘Mingyue Lake’, although the climate here is cloudy and foggy, so that half of the year, the moon cannot be seen on the lake.

Mingyue is just the name of a sword.

The sword came out like the moon, and the night like the day, which shocked the Quartet.

The owner of the sword, Yun Xuzi, the head of Mingyue Lake, sits in the Huxin Pavilion and cooks tea.

The fire was not reached, the cold water was not boiling, and there was already a person on the bamboo path on the lake.

A young man with a beautiful face stood outside the pavilion to salute: "Disciples congratulate Master Zun on exiting."

Yun Xuzi nodded slightly: "Come."

The young man walked into the pavilion, it was Jing Di, a disciple of Mingyue Lake. At this point, he was sharp and restrained, advancing and retreating to a certain degree, and he looked like a monk in the food shop.

Yun Xuzi is no longer a majestic master, but a loving master: "What benefits do you have during this trip?"

Jing Di answered one by one, and finally said: "The disciple meets a young man, but the body of the innate sword spirit, but his heart goes to Hanshan. I came back on the road and heard his reputation spread."

The fresh water in the kettle gradually boiled, and the finely chopped blisters made a weak cracking sound. Yun Xuzi poured the tea powder into the water, as if there was some interest: "Oh, how to say?"

"Hanshan calls him, heir to Ji Xiaozhen."

Yun Xuzi's smile faded: "Such micro-details are also worth your attention?"

Jing Di said nothing. There was a moment of silence in the pavilion.

When the tea soup boiled, Yun Xuzi said: "Because the teacher knows that your heart is out of bounds, you are rarely restrained. I do n’t want to ignore the absurd things you do outside. At the moment, you have a certain degree of confidence The next best? "

Jing Di proudly said: "80%."

"Not enough!" Yun Xuzi's voice was sharp: "Don't go down again before the secret realm opens!"

Jing Di hurriedly fell down: "The disciples will go all out to win the endless sky and dedicate it to the Master."

Yun Xuzi continued to make tea: "Go."

The young man withdrew from the pavilion and walked towards the winding bamboo path paved by the lake, his figure gradually disappeared by the night fog.

When the fire went out, Yun Xuzi poured two bowls of tea, and the soup was just right.

Someone said: "Water is too old."

I don't know when a person drinking tea has appeared in the seat opposite Yun Xuzi.

He may have been there, or just recently, in short, with Jing Di realm, there is no way to perceive this person's breath.

Yun Xuzi asked: "Uncle Shi thought, what about this son?"

The man sat in a place where the candlelight could not shine, and put down the tea bowl: "It can be a pawn, it is difficult to be a great leader. I have other arrangements for the secret of the Hanhai."

Yun Xuzi said: "All listen to Master Uncle's orders. I only have one thing to understand. Not long after Ji Xiao died, Hanshan got a new innate sword body. Is there such a coincidence?"

The man smiled and said, "Is it really a congenital sword body, or is it made by the day after tomorrow, is it important?"

Yun Xuzi did not know why, and was relieved: "It seems that Ji Xiao is really dead. Han Shan came up with this method."

If Ji Xiao was seriously injured and escaped, she would try her best to hide the trail and secretly resume her cultivation. How dare you show up in front of you when you are still weak?

If Hanshan gets news of Ji Xiao, he will surely start the mountain protection method and seal the mountain to avoid the world. The contraction force is waiting for a long time, and the silence is for a long time.

Nowadays, only Han Shan needs Yu Wei of Ji Xiao.

All great figures will eventually be forgotten, and new stars will rise slowly. Of course, for the Hanshan Sword School, the slower the process, the better.

Choosing a young man to build momentum for him and create a gimmick for the successor of Ji Xiao, so that the world will not lose confidence in Hanshan's future.

This is not a clever method, but it is not bad.

"Of course, it's a hundred and twenty years old. He's not dead yet, justified."

How to kill the invincible Jianzun?

It takes enough time and patience, careful planning interlocks, and deliberate calculation and unintentional, to complete what seems impossible.

Several big men standing at the top of the spiritual circle have waited 120 years for this killing to start.

Fortunately, practitioners have a long lifespan. The longer they live, the more comprehensive and complex the thinking.

The man drank the tea soup, looked at the vast night sky, and missed the past years, with many emotions:

"Ji Xiao is not dead, some people can't prove it, some people can't sleep."

...

After nightfall, the Hanshan Library Building is brightly lit.

As long as it was close to Hai, Elder Meng had not returned to Changchun Peak, and Xiaodaotong came to the library building to find him and hold the scroll for him.

The first time Meng Xueli said: "I remember the road, I don't have to pick it up at night."

Liu Xiaohuai responded respectfully, and whispered after a long time: "Elder Meng, do you want to choose another Daotong?"

Like him, he is responsible for trivial matters such as spreading and scrubbing in the peak. Another kind of Daotong can follow the elders and walk outside. Although all are Daotong, the latter obviously has more face.

Meng Xueli didn't know the original reason, only to see the child a little wronged, he tacitly agreed to come. So the other elder Daotong embraced the sword, and his Daotong embraced the book.

The library has not only Taoist scriptures and sword tactics, but also essays, travel notes, autobiography and other miscellaneous books written by senior Hanshan, for disciples to learn from.

When Meng Xueli came for the first time, he wanted to find if Ji Xiao had left something, but the deacon in the building regretted to tell him: "The real person never wrote a book."

The building is divided into nine floors, and the layout of each floor is about the same. Rows of tall bookshelves have a gap of six feet, so there are no obstacles for several people. There are many table cases under the other side window for the diligent disciples who read the lights to read at night.

Meng Xueli likes to come at night, all the candles are lit, and the fire jumps. Those carved candlesticks protrude above the outside of the bookshelf and hang above the head, like the stars in the snowy mountains at night, bright and many.

The night was dark, and there were fewer and fewer disciples in the building. Meng Xueli closed the book and moved from the window table case to the bookshelf, intending to change to the next volume.

Suddenly listening to the low voices coming from outside the two bookshelves, the words "Brother Xiao" were rare, but this time I didn't hear "Ji Xiaozhenren", Meng Xueli stopped.

The practitioner has five keen senses, and he vaguely perceives that the group is six or seven teenagers, who are low-level, probably outside disciples.

"Speaking of it, who of you knows where is Brother Xiao?"

"He counts as a man from the south, and goes south after crossing the mountains in the clouds."

"Since it's the South, why didn't you enter Mingyue Lake?"

"Brother Zhang, they were lucky, and they brought people back in front of Mingyue Lake. It was also a local deviation in the village. The average person couldn't find it. It can only be said that it was a coincidence."

"Village? I think Brother Xiao described his manners and thought that he was born in a family, wasn't he?"

"I asked Brother Li to know that, don't tell me. Brother Xiao's parents are said to have died prematurely, and ..."

Meng Xueli frowned slightly when she heard this.

The lonely young man in the wild mountains and wild mountains, who once became a genius in Xianmen, is like a jade from a pile of rocks. It is indeed somewhat legendary and worth discussing.

The few people who spoke did not have any bad intentions, and their curiosity caused nothing. But the speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. Meng Xueli thought, if the younger brother Xiao knew that his classmates were talking about his background, I am afraid it would not be very pleasant.

It's like he doesn't like to hear someone compare a certain younger generation to Ji Xiao, regardless of whether the speaker is malicious.

The disciples became happier and happier, and Meng Xueli thought about it: There was no one else on this floor, and I walked around quietly, shouting suddenly behind their backs, they must be scared to crawl around.

He put down the scroll, condensed his breath, and walked forward lightly. Seeing that there was only one bookshelf ... a person flashed in the dark, almost close to him!

Meng Xueli was unprepared and took two steps back in horror. He slammed into the bookshelf, the candlestick hanging above his head shook violently, and the candle burned straight down.

He should have evaded easily and avoided subconsciously attacking the comer. But at this moment, he could see the face of the man clearly.

At the next moment, Meng Xueli was pulled into his arms. The lamp fell, drawing a line of sparks in the darkness.

The man held him in one hand, caught the candle in the other, crossed the top of his head, and put it back firmly on the candlestick.

"It's all right."

Meng Xueli was stunned, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, as if they had known each other in the past, or there was a plan in the past, they were destined to know.

Complicated emotions overwhelmed him, and he wanted to cry and laugh, unable to tell whether he was sad or happy.

The man seemed dissatisfied with his recklessness and took two steps back, but he didn't let go: "This is a long beacon of squid oil. It won't go out for thousands of years, and the flame of the lamp is very hot."

Meng Xueli couldn't hear clearly, and when he looked up, he only saw the candlelight in his eyes.

Until a short time ago, a break broke and said: "It is impolite to rest, this is Elder Meng Changchun."

When Liu Xiaohuai went upstairs, he met a group of outside disciples running in panic. He ran close and saw Meng Xueli's tears in his eyes, and he was afraid to resist when he was clutched at his wrist.

Immediately took out the courage to face the sparrow: "Let the elders go!"