During the Great Heat season after the Little Heat, the ancestor Xu Ji went down the mountain to the dilapidated temple at the foot of the mountain and met two disciples respectively. First, he met Xie 6. To this, he should be a female disciple with a good family background, Xu Ji really didn't know what to say. Finally, he stayed in front of the dilapidated temple for a long time and said something neither salty nor light. Xu Ji turned to look for Liu Yibai, but Xie 6, who had never spoken to him from beginning to end, looked calm.

In the dilapidated temple, Liu Yibai first dragged out a jar of wine and threw it to his master, and then dragged out a jar of wine from under his statue. He didn't care about it, so he sat on the stone platform in front of the statue, which shocked a lot of dust.

Xu Ji said angrily: "Get a bowl!"

Liu Yibai reluctantly threw out a small wine bowl from under the statue.

Xu Ji wiped his cuffs randomly, then poured a bowl of wine, took a sip, and cursed: "Liu Yibai, you really know how to respect your teacher!"

Liu Yibai shrank his neck and said naturally: "You don't drink much, so you're wasted."

Xu Ji snorted coldly, without commenting, just drank the remaining half of the bowl of wine in one breath, and then looked at Liu Yibai silently.

Liu Yibai was so scared by his ancestors that he touched his cheeks and said indifferently: "Okay, I've died once anyway. Now I'm really saying goodbye to this mountain and river. What's the big deal? What's wrong? I can't even see it, but you can't bear to leave it?"

Xu Ji looked sad. This was the first time this always strong old man had such an emotion in front of his disciples.

Liu Yibai took several sips of wine and unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword of the weeds on his waist.

Xu Ji sighed, "That sword was indeed for you back then. Although it seems that it doesn't matter if it doesn't come out or not, in fact, my master's heart has been very uncomfortable over the years."

Liu Yibai smacked his lips, "No one blames you, you are not as skilled as others, and you will die if you die. But you will spend all your cultivation to hold back the three of us. Could it be that we can still hate you?"

Xu Ji was speechless.

Liu Yibai put down the wine jar, looked at the statue behind him, walked a few steps, and came to the side of his ancestor Xu Ji. He stood shoulder to shoulder, then looked at it a few times, and said in surprise: "Hey, I remember you were much taller than me before, why are you shorter?"

Xu Ji showed a smile, patted his head, and scolded: "Clean nonsense."

Liu Yibai didn't care, but just kept laughing happily: "You carried a mountain alone, how can you not push you straighten your waist?"

Xu Ji rubbed the guy's head, but poured another bowl of wine, and he had a great time drinking.

In fact, the three people in the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain, Liu Yibai, who is the most disgusting disciple of his temperament. The eldest brother Xi Chunan grew up on the mountain. He is quiet and does not walk fast on the sword path, but he is extremely stable. This kind of swordsman will be very at ease no matter who follows him. Xie 6 is dedicated to the sword path and is naturally suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Chen Sheng has the highest talent and the most cheerful temperament, which makes people hate it. However, Liu Yibai, although he has gone very far in the sword path, he has always been silly.

If it weren't for this, the reality would have been more than that. That's it. Xu Ji was actually a little dissatisfied with him before that incident. After that, Xu Ji killed the Taoist monk with one sword and cut off the opportunity to become a sword immortal. After these three people had to rely on this statue, the relationship between Liu Yibai and Xu Ji seemed very delicate, and the gap between the two became more and more. The ancestor Xu Ji had lived on the mountain for many years, while Liu Yibai and the other two settled at the foot of the mountain.

Now the two of them opened their hearts to dispel the last gap between them. But it was too late, neither of them thought about it or spoke.

At the end, when the old man was about to turn his head and walk out of the dilapidated temple, Liu Yibai suddenly called him.

Xu Ji turned his head and Liu Yibai frowned and said, "You have to let Fuyao know that Master Liu did not give him the sword at his waist because he was stingy. Compared with the junior sister and the eldest brother, I, Liu Yibai, paying attention to swords may be the highest."

Xu Ji shook his head with a smile, "When will you, Liu Yibai, care about these things?"

Liu Yibai said annoyedly: "At this point, I am really worried that he will become a person like Chao Qingqiu in the future. Chen Sheng will definitely mention it at that time. The younger sister and the older brother are also indispensable. If he doesn't mention my name because I didn't give him a sword, it would be a big loss."

Xu Ji was speechless, but he felt very good.

After coming to the open space outside the dilapidated temple, I stayed in front of the dilapidated temple all these days, and disappeared at night, but tomorrow I was almost always next to the big bluestone, watching the peach blossom she planted.

Li Fuyao was sitting cross-legged in the open space in the distance, pursuing sword. Perhaps he was not very happy with this Taoist seed, so he kept pulling the distance very far.

Xu Ji stood next to Ye Shengge for a while and looked at this Taoist seed several times. After all, it was the future of Liangxi Chenxi Mountain. There have been rumors in the mountains and rivers over the years that this Taoist seed is so powerful. This made Xu Ji a little curious. However, after a few glances, Ye Shengge ignored him, so he was too lazy to say more. If Jianshan is in a down-and-out position, he may not be able to compete with this young girl.

After coming to Li Fuyao, Xu Ji sat down next to him and said straight to the point: "Your master Chen Sheng is actually my disciple. In addition, you three uncles at the foot of Jianshan are all the disciples I have ever received in my life."

Li Fuyao was suddenly shocked and opened his mouth, thinking about what he saw and heard on the top of the mountain road before. He was a little surprised, but he couldn't say he had any resentment. After a moment of silence, he still called Master.

Xu Ji looked at Li Fuyao lovingly and said calmly: "Whether you go up the mountain that day or you practice in Jianshan, it is actually all fate and cannot be forced. If you blame the master for his heart, it is up to you. But today, there are two things to see you. The first thing is to tell you something about what I told you about your three uncles and your master in the past. The second thing is that after all, we two will compare with each other. What do you think?"

Li Fuyao nodded and said seriously: "But it depends on the arrangements of the master."

Xu Ji nodded and sat upright, and said calmly: "I tell you that the principles of this world are not the original intention. All I want to say is the method of practicing swords. Among the three religions of the mountain, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, are all well-known. Only we swordsmen are born in the martial arts of the martial arts world. Back then, they were just people at the foot of the mountain who rolled in the secular world. The sword ancestor brought the swordsmen from the mountain to the mountain with his own strength, which was considered a blessing for swordsmen in the world. After that, our swordsmen lineage was unique among the monks on the mountain. The sword immortal's combat power surpassed the saints of the three religions.

We have maintained thousands of years, six thousand years ago, and the battle that defeated our swordsman lineage to such a situation, we don’t regret it, but we just start over again. But there are fewer swordsmen, and the inheritance will inevitably be less. Some of the golden and jade words will be lost. Some things in the master’s mind will be told to you while they are still there. You can count as much as you remember. Anyway, you may not have heard of such things like method, but you have embarked on a better road. Therefore, if you don’t remember, don’t feel guilty.”

Li Fuyao refused to comment.

Xu Ji continued: "Swordsmen practice swordsmanship is different from cultivators of the Three Sects. If they really want to say it, they are full of fireworks. Therefore, the so-called "swordsmanship" that the monks of the Three Sects must keep their hearts pure and unobstructed, they must stay away from the world. For us swordsmen, it is really meaningless. If you go down the mountain, if you can go to those rivers and lakes, it is actually very good. If you get drunk, it may not be better to practice swords in seclusion. Don't be afraid of all kinds of erratic things in the world. If you encounter them, you will encounter them. Going to experience and feeling them will not be a bad thing for the sword heart. Your uncle Liu came out of the rivers and lakes back then and achieved the current situation. Could it be that the experience of the rivers and lakes in the past was his stumbling block. According to the master's view, it is not necessarily true."

Li Fuyao stretched his eyebrows and asked softly: "Master, if you encounter something that cannot be decided and make your heart upset, will the shadow affect the sword heart?"

Xu Ji asked back, "Can't the sword immortals in this world encounter something that makes them upset?"

Li Fuyao smiled, but he understood this little thing.

Xu Ji nodded with a smile, "There are too many things in the world. Some things cannot tell the right or wrong, and some cannot see the black and white clearly. If you encounter them, how do you choose?"

Li Fuyao thought about it, shook his head, "Fuyao doesn't know."...

Xu Ji pointed to the two swords on his knees, and the meaning was very obvious.

Li Fuyao asked tentatively: "One sword to decide?"

Xu Ji shook his head and pointed to his chest.

Li Fuyao nodded.

Xu Ji nodded with relief, "It is difficult to do a few wrong things in the world. If you are unwilling to choose because of your wrong choice, that is a real cowardly behavior."

Li Fuyao said seriously: "Fuyao has been taught."

Xu Ji nodded with a smile. This time he began to talk about the wrong paths that might be encountered in the sword path, and talked about how to avoid crossing the thresholds. Finally, the ancestor smiled and said that it was his disciple, your master, after going up the mountain, he was so arrogant that he couldn't help but be taught by him several times but didn't know how to restrain himself. Later, the two sword immortals who went to provoke the mountaineering road were half-dead by 6 Changyan's merciless sword, and then he was settled for a long time. However, he was born to be happy, and stayed in one place for a while, and finally leaving Jianshan was considered a matter of course.

Li Fuyao talked to his master for a long time. In the end, Xu Ji told him that the lantern he gave to Li Fuyao before going down the mountain should be preserved. Although it is not as good as the lantern in the Buddha land that can see people's past and present lives, it is still extraordinary. It is one of the few magic weapons on the mountain. It has no effect on the enemy, but it is very useful to walk at night.

Li Fuyao naturally understood the profound meaning of these words, so he wrote them down very seriously.

Xu Ji seemed very happy to be able to say so much to Li Fuyao, so he didn't have much thought of comparing with Jian for a while, but he just talked a lot. If others saw this, maybe he would really be shocked. When did the ancestors become so talkative?

Finally, the ancestor who finally remembered the serious business pointed to the two swords on Li Fuyao's knees and asked, "Which one do you use?"

Li Fuyao smiled and did not hold the black hair, but instead held Xiaoxue.

The ancestor was a little surprised, but still said nothing. He just reached out to pick up the black hair. However, before shedding was pulled out, some cracks appeared in the scabbard made by the green bamboo. The black hair had a lot of sword energy, and it seemed that he didn't like Xu Ji very much.

Xu Ji's expression remained unchanged, and he held his black hair tightly.

Li Fuyao held Xiaoxue tightly.

His meaning is very clear. The ancestors had never used black hair, and the black hair was naturally repelled. He was not very skilled in using Xiaoxue, so it was fair to some extent.

However, for a moment when Li Fuyao held Xiaoxue tightly, Xie 6 had already walked out in front of the dilapidated temple, followed by Liu Yibai, who was drinking, leaning against the door and staring at this side.

After the ancestor Xu Ji took the sword, although he tried his best to keep his sword energy from being exposed, the momentum still made Li Fuyao feel a little unstable.

Holding the black hair in his hand, Xu Ji asked calmly, "Just use sword moves to fight the enemy, just click to stop."

Li Fuyao nodded and replied with a good word.

So the two of them really wanted to start competing swords at the foot of this sword mountain.

In the distance, Liu Yibai said astonished: "When did the old man feed the sword to others in person? This is the first time."

Xie 6 was also moved, and she whispered: "The old man has a lot of hope for Fuyao, but I don't know if Fuyao feels too much pressure?"

Liu Yibai pulled the corner of his mouth, "Even if Fu Yao's temperament is able to withstand it, no matter how much pressure the old man puts, it is not a big deal."

Xie 6 said angrily: "You are very open-minded, and you are not your disciple anyway."

Liu Yibai chewed the grassroots in her mouth and said nothing more.

And in the distance, Xu Ji and Li Fuyao's sword competition had begun, but the two had a big gap in their realm. It was said that they were sword competition, but they were not as good as the ancestors feeding Li Fuyao's sword.

However, Li Fuyao, who has been practicing sword for more than two years, can still make people shine if he occasionally has sword moves.

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At the foot of the mountain, Xu Ji was feeding Li Fuyao's sword, but in front of the sword tomb, the old Confucian scholar with a bookcase was telling the principles of sages to the young man in the sword tomb, and thinking about the wise, and I examine myself three times a day, and the scholar must not be unresolute. In short, the old Confucian scholar said whatever he thought of.

This made Wu Shanhe, who was in the sword tomb, almost crazy.

After the old Confucian scholar had almost the same principles, he began to read some articles of sages casually, but he couldn't finish reading one article in a complete manner. He just thought of some fragments and sentences and read some. When he couldn't remember it, he changed it to another article. In short, Wu Shanhe was constantly feeling unconscious.

But when Wu Shanhe was about to be unable to stand it, the old Confucian scholar would stop for a moment and give him a moment of breathing. Finally, he simply threw the book and asked with a smile: "Wu Xiaomutou, do you think I will tell you the truth that rotten wood cannot be carved and the child cannot be taught."

There was no helpless sound from the sword tomb, "Old sir, I don't want to listen to any more."

The old Confucian scholar angrily rebuked: "You know nothing. If you can really think about these principles in peace, you will feel uncomfortable at all. You, a elm-head, are you here to tell you this. Maybe you will be hundreds of times better than you when you say that boy at the foot of the mountain."

Wu Shanhe was speechless for a moment, not sure whether he didn't know what he said or didn't want to pay attention to the old Confucian scholar.

The old Confucian scholar gloated and said, "The ancestor on your mountain is now feeding the kid sword at the foot of the mountain, Wu Xiaomutou, what do you think?"

Wu Shanhe in the sword tomb gritted his teeth, but he still said nothing.

The old Confucian scholar was in a good mood, and finally smiled and stopped talking.

But Wu Shanhe asked quickly: "Old sir, my ancestors went down the mountain just to feed that kid's sword?"

The old Confucian scholar pulled the corners of his mouth, "That's all."

Wu Shanhe looked sad.

But the next moment, the old Confucian scholar smiled calmly and said, "That kid is destined to go down the mountain, but you, Wu Shanhe, have high hopes for your ancestors, and hope that you can become an ancestor at Jianshan."

Wu Shanhe was stunned and didn't say anything.

The old Confucian scholar looked down at the mountain and said calmly: "After today, Jianshan will change drastically."

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The sword competition at the foot of the mountain soon came to an end. The ancestor Xu Ji returned the sword to Li Fuyao and smiled with satisfaction: "If you just go like this, you will end the sword in the world one day."
To be continued...