Xu Ji turned his head and looked at the old Confucian scholar, and smiled calmly, "I have heard a saying in your Confucianism before, "Sacrificing one's life for righteousness. Are you talking about people like me?"

The old Confucian scholar waved his hand impatiently, "Don't you, you are the saints who defiled my Confucian sages."

Xu Jiyi laughed it off.

He finally talked about the main business, "There are only three real swordsmen on Jianshan. I am one of Wu Shanhe, and one of Fuyao. After Liang Yi went up the mountain this time, Fuyao should go down the mountain no matter how it is. Staying on the mountain and practicing swords at the sword tomb will be beneficial to his swordsmanship. You can stay for a while. When the sword immortal comes to Jianshan again, you can seal the mountain. When the mountain and rivers return to the journey, you will naturally be able to open the swordsman again. To be honest, there are only three swordsmen on the mountain. In fact, there are only one hundred swordsmen in the mountain and river that have been down the mountain and river for years. In addition, if they accept disciples and teach us, we swordsmen will not be considered a severance of inheritance."

"Our swordsman lineage has now gone unrest. Although there is a sword immortal in the future, Jianshan can only be "in name and death". To restore the glory of the past, unless one or two sword immortals come out to solve the problem fundamentally, otherwise this situation will be supported for hundreds of years. In fact, it is really meaningless."

The old Confucian scholar retorted: "What if I can't last for hundreds of years?"

Xu Ji smiled bitterly, "Then the dust will return to the dust and the earth. From then on, the swordsman's lineage will become a warrior in the world again."

The old Confucian scholar sneered: "The three religions are getting better and better. Your swordsmen are getting better and better, and they are getting back."

Xu Ji didn't say anything, and the ancestor of Jianshan was also unwilling to have this day.

The old Confucian scholar was unwilling to continue talking about this topic, but only reminded him: "Before taking the sword, don't you plan to chat with those two little guys?"

The ancestor was stunned, "Which two?"

The old Confucian scholar slapped his head and said angrily: "Your own two disciples!"

Xu Ji said oh and said softly: "Yes, chat well. This is the time when life and death are separated. Some heart-wrenching words are not said now, and I can't say it in the future. How can I not explain it clearly? But in addition to this, I really want to compete with Fuyao for a sword."

The old Confucian scholar waved helplessly, "It's up to you."
Chapter completed!