Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Outside Hanshan, the wind and snow stopped. Three thousand miles south, the temperature is getting warmer.

The mountains in the cloud resemble a natural barrier, dividing the mainland between the north and the south.

At dusk, tired birds return to their nests, and the small town at the foot of the mountain raises smoke.

The food shops in the town usually have good business. There are often hunters going into the mountains and caravans going from north to south, resting in the town, using hot soup rice, and drinking a few bowls of courage.

It was quiet at this time, with only one table of guests sitting in the corner. They were a group of four people, and three young men in white brought a common-clothed boy.

The boy looked pale and coughed from time to time.

The young people are not dusty and wear swords around their waists.

At the junction between the north and the south, there is no matter what the boundary is. The ordinary people go out and do not want to provoke the monks, so they avoid it.

The three monks were sitting upright, drinking neither tea nor alcohol, just waiting for the vulgar teenager to eat vegetables and soup, which seemed to be patient.

Suddenly, one frowned, as if he was aware of something, his face was angry: "Brother Zhang, those people are still following us!"

"Okay!" He smirked across the round-faced monk, "It's better to come back to Hanshan with us!"

These days, the three of them drove with the teenager, changed the waterway to the mountain road, and the flying instrument to the walk. No matter how it changed, there were always a few breaths, not far behind.

The young man called Brother Zhang has a gentle temperament and blocks: "Crossing this mountain tonight is the north, they will not follow."

The round-faced monk was about to speak, but the teenager who drank soup looked up: "Who is this?"

The three monks stared at each other. Since the teenager followed them on the road, he has been speechless and told him about the strange things in the spiritual world, but he was not curious and excited. This was the first time he asked a question.

Brother Zhang replied: "People in Mingyue Lake."

"Since you have promised to join my Hanshan Sword School, it is our brother. It is true that they are here for you." Brother Zhang decided to say a few more words, "You are a congenital sword spirit body, and Ji Xiao Jianzun is average and hard to come by in a hundred years. Mingyue Lake is also Jianzong, and naturally wants to take you in. "

Because of Hanhai Dabi, all human factions attach great importance to the cultivation of young disciples. This kind of competition even begins with the admission of students.

With the prestige of the cold mountain, every spring when the mountain is closed, there are tens of thousands of people who go up the mountain to test the roots.

In addition, the cultivating families who depend on Hanshan in the north will send the outstanding descendants of the tribe to the mountains; when the elders and personal disciples of each peak travel down the mountain, they will also bring back to Hanshan when they meet the qualified children or teenagers.

The six major factions all acted in this way.

Mingyue Lake and Hanshan face each other far away. The criteria for selecting talents of the two factions are similar, and this is not the first time that there has been a clash for disciples on the border between North and South.

The round-faced monk said to the commoner: "We are cultivators, pay attention to your love and I wish, as long as you are not willing, they will have no way to do it. That Mingyue Lake is tricky and clever, you should not be deceived!"

The young man nodded, but secretly thought: South Lake and North Mountain all respect their own swordsmanship, thinking that the other party is not orthodox and has been out of agreement for a long time. but

Listening to the indignant tone of these three people, it is not like the dispute between Confucianism and Confucianism.

When did the two young disciples complain in private?

He was puzzled and asked two more questions.

The two monks clapped the table angrily, and the most stable monk Zhang surnamed the three explained: "Do n’t blame everyone for being angry. Two years ago, we went down the mountain to travel. Passing Xiliang Town, we stumbled upon a good-looking boy, although Slightly inferior to you, but also an inexplicable sword-wielding wizard. The boy learned that he had an immortal fate, and immediately asked us to return to Hanshan with us to see that everything was appropriate ... "

The round-faced monk said anxiously: "I don't know where Mingyue Lake came out, and deceived people in three words! Don't get me wrong, it's not that Hanshan is not as good as Mingyue Lake, it's that they use counterfeiting!"

The young man frowned slightly: "What is the poison?"

"Mingyue Lake disciple, masterpiece Jing Di, relying on his male and female appearances, actually wore skirts and hairpins and dressed as women's clothes. Poor that boy was young and ignorant, he went with the 'gentle and beautiful good sister'. Jianxiu actually used such shameless means ... "He wanted to scold a few bad words, but he was really poor, so he had to repeat:" It's shameless! "

"Yes, shameless! I could have debunked him!" Another monk hated, "but he pretended to be so good, I, I didn't recognize it ..."

The round-faced monk said indignantly: "In short, when you go down the mountain after your monastic success, you must remember: in addition to monsters in the world, the worst thing is Mingyue Lake. They have no bottom line and can do everything."

"Cough cough cough."

The young man heard his breath and he coughed.

He thought that this might be an injustice to Mingyue Lake. It is definitely the disciples' own idea to use Yun Xiezi's stereotyped nature to categorically fail to order the disciples to dress up as women.

Just then, the three monks looked cold and Huo Ran got up.

I saw six or seven people walking into the food shop, wearing a green gown and carrying a sword on their backs.

"You follow the road, what do you want to do!"

As the leader, the stars stared at the moon in general, and strode forward, laughing aloud: "Is this the way of Han Shanxiu? How can you go, I can't go!"

"Jing Di! You deceive people too much!" The round-faced monk was about to attack with a sword.

The man saluted generously: "It turned out to be Taoist Li Wei, Taoist He Ming, and Taoist Zhang Zuyuan. I haven't seen you for a long time. Don't come to nothing."

Reaching out without laughing, Li Wei unwillingly put down the hilt.

Zhang Suoyuan meticulously returned the gift: "Jing Daoyou, I have been away for a long time."

The disciples of Mingyue Lake brought their chairs, Jing Di and their robes sat across from them. They opened the door and said: "Congratulations to the nobles for finding good talents."

Zhang Suyuan said lightly: "I don't know what Jing Daoyou has to say?"

"Don't be so nervous, everyone sits and sits." Jing Di smiled: "It is said that the body of the innate sword spirit is hard to meet for thousands of years. I can't hold back my curiosity, so I want to come and see how amazing it is. Where is the little brother, and would you like to see me? "

This is indeed a question.

It turned out that the three seemed to stand up angrily, but blocked the young boy behind her, keeping the others from prying eyes.

He Ming said angrily: "Who is your little brother, that is my Hanshan disciple."

Jing Di refused to give in. He is proud of his roots, and there is nothing in it. Despite the time, dare to compare with Ji Xiao, but Jianzun has passed away, he wants to see, this boy who has left the Dayun, is he better than himself?

Just as the two sides could not stand still, behind the monk Hanshan, there was a sudden cough, and the three hurriedly turned around.

Jing Di was amazed, wondering if the legendary innate sword spirit body was a sick seedling?

I saw a thin boy with a handkerchief covering his lips, pale skin, and unhealthy flushing on his cheeks due to severe gasps.

The expression is very calm, as if suffering from illness is not your own.

Jing Di saw that this man was ill and shook his head secretly: Innate sword body, but so.

Monk Hanshan patted his back for him. The young boy whispered, suddenly raised his eyes and turned his eyes.

Jing Di stunned.

The young boy's eyes are light in color, his thin lips are straight, and because of his thinness, his facial lines are extremely sharp.

The gaze was not sharp and majestic, but it seemed that there was some strange, fascinating power that made his mind blank.

The boy had lowered his eyes when he fixed his eyes.

Li Wei was afraid that the younger brother would cough up his lungs and comforted him: "It doesn't matter. When you go to the cold mountain, the elders will naturally have a panacea to cure you."

Jing Di smiled and said: "This little brother, you know, Hanshan will not be frozen all year round, your cough can't stand the cold, our Mingyue Lake is warm and humid, and the seasons are like spring.

He Ming interrupted him: "What is so great, I sent Changchun Peak to be like spring all year round!"

Only when the words were spoken, he knew that he had lost his words and showed a look of hatred.

Sure enough, Jing Di took out the handle.

"Changchun Peak? After the death of Ji Xiaojian Zunxian, Changchun Peak has only his companions, can it last long? Brother advises you to look away and choose another good wood."

After the words didn't fall, he saw the teenager turned to Hanshan and asked frowning, "What about his fellow mate now?"

Zhang Suyuan thought that he admired Ji Xiao real people, so he was particularly concerned about Changchun Peak and could not help but sigh:

"Elder Meng was young and impulsive. He actually said at the ceremony of a real person's worship that he would participate in the next year's Hanhai Secret Realm. Now all practitioners know it ..."