Chapter 630: At night, there are many villages not far from Xiaoyuancheng, called Shanshui Village.

This village is close to Xiaoyuancheng. The farmers in the village rely on providing fresh vegetables to Xiaoyuancheng to make a living. Apart from that, there is nothing else. Shanshui Village is not far from Xiaoyuancheng. When you stand at the beginning of the village, you can vaguely see the outline of Xiaoyuancheng.

Tonight, there is heavy snow in Xiaoyuan City, but outside Xiaoyuan City, everything is as usual and nothing is abnormal. Looking up in Shanshui Village, even looking at the sky with some stars, doesn’t this mean tomorrow will be another clear day? But now it’s already deep, and even the old people who occasionally get up at night are just confused. Who has the leisure to look up at this night?

In a small yellow mud yard at the entrance of the village, the lights were not stopped. The couple in the house were soaking the vegetables picked from the fields in the middle of the night. In addition to keeping them fresh, the other layer was to increase the weight. Some of the people in the world were honest, but some people were not necessarily like this. What kind of conscience and nature seemed very unworthy in front of the silver you could see in this eye.

The middle-aged man who reached out to take out the vegetables in the water and shook casually turned his head and looked at his wife, and said in a slander: "I said that this kind of dish has no prospects, and I can't let me sleep well in the middle of the night, at most, when that kid passes the exam, whoever does this will be the dog!"

The woman who looked at her and knew she was talking less didn't know how many times she heard her man say these words, so she naturally didn't care at all. She only hesitated for a while when she heard her man mention her boy, and said excitedly: "The private school teacher said that Guer's brain is so smart. This time, it is 80% going to be a success. When he succeeds, we will move to the city in the future. Then we will build a small shop, and life will be different. Even if Guer can't become an official in the future, it will definitely be no problem to be a teacher, and we don't have to be so hard."

While talking, the woman's face was full of happiness.

But soon the middle-aged man said angrily: "When the boy passes the exam, he still needs to build a small shop. It's not a day or two that boy has raised that boy! It's time for him to respect him."

The woman said softly: "We can't cause too much trouble for our children. If we go to the city, we will live a good life."

The man retorted: "What kind of good day is this?"

"Why doesn't it count?"

The woman opened her eyes wide and seemed to be unable to understand why this was not a good day.

The man was a little irritated and seemed to not want to talk to his wife. He just used his work to say a lot of gossip. The sounds came from the house, but the sound was not loud and not many people could hear it.

But the two people sitting on the roof could hear clearly.

One of the two people on the roof looked like a teenager. He was looking at the book in his hand in front of the moonlight. When he heard his parents talking, he smiled slightly at the middle-aged man dressed in an ordinary scholar beside him.

The middle-aged man sat on the roof, his eyes falling on the night sky. He looked at the sky above the small garden city in the distance, calm and speechless.

The boy asked a lot of questions before reading the book, and the middle-aged man answered it one by one, without any difficulty.

After closing the book, the young man looked at the middle-aged man and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhang, your knowledge is really higher than those in the city."

The middle-aged man named Mr. Zhang did not speak. The praise he heard in the past always compared him with those saints who had been famous for a long time. It was rare that such a young man would compare him with those teaching teachers in Xiaoyuan City.

He found it a little novel, but that's all.

A person like him will definitely not do anything because of these novelties. If he does it, it will not be him anymore.

After the boy closed the book, he spoke more, but apart from the words praising him, he was mostly other gossip. The middle-aged man sitting on the roof was not willing to listen to it.

The reason why he has not left this small village is because he is waiting for the opportunity, saying that he is waiting for the opportunity, but in fact it is more appropriate to say that he has to wait for someone.

"Sir, you are so knowledgeable, why are you willing to stay in such a small place?"

Young people always have many questions to ask.

This teacher, who is called Mr. Zhang, did not come to this small mountain village today, but came here half a month ago. After coming here, he stayed at a family in the village. By chance, he met this young man. So for the past half month, he would go to the roof to see the night scenery every night, and of course, he would also solve the problem for the young man.

Mr. Zhang turned his head and looked at the boy and said calmly: "After staying in a certain place for a long time, many people will feel tired. At this time, walking elsewhere can dilute these tiredness. Life is short, just a hundred years, and it is not difficult to endure. But in the end, some people will be different from others. Perhaps seeing some scenery will never last long. Even so, I am the case. The reason why I left that place and came here was just forced."

“Forced?”

The boy's eyes were placed on Mr. Zhang's face.

Mr. Zhang continued: "It seems that people like us don't have anything to do, and no one can force us to do it, but in this world, there are always some things that force you to do."

"This is naturally no different from being forced."

Mr. Zhang looked at the boy and said something rare, "As a person like you, the greatest vision in his life is to think that one day he can become an official. If he is lucky, he can become an official in the capital. But no matter what, there is still an emperor on his head who is in charge. It is not true freedom, but it is still futile."

The boy said with some dissatisfaction: "Sir, are there people in this world who are free?"

This was a casual question from a young man, but when he saw Mr. Zhang not speaking, he mustered up the courage to say a few more words, "In life, there are friends and relatives, there are things he can do, and there are things he wants but cannot do. If you want to be free, wouldn't you say that you can do everything you want to do, and no one can force you to do if you don't want to do?"

Mr. Zhang thought for a while, then chuckled softly: "This is the truth. It is indeed difficult to be truly at ease. It's just that I once had a friend who was infinitely close to this."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhang's eyes showed a look of remembrance, "This vast world has been around for six thousand years, and it's just this one!"

The boy opened his mouth and called Mr. Zhang. He was not stupid. Naturally, Mr. Zhang who appeared was worried and had a lot of thoughts.

Mr. Zhang stood up and said calmly: "For the past half month, you have not asked me about my name, and I have never asked you about my name. It is a very interesting thing. But after today, your fate ends here."

The boy's eyes widened.

Next, I am afraid that the most absurd scene he will ever see in his life.

In the night sky, Mr. Zhang stood up from the roof, and did nothing, but his body began to shine with golden light, and then began to float towards the distance, which was extremely dazzling in the night.

And just as Mr. Zhang floated out of this mountain village, an indifferent voice came from a distance, "Get back!"

At the same time, there was a snow-white sword light that cut through the night!

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I am Liuxiang.

These four words are definitely more than four words for any swordsman in the world.

Li Fuyao looked at the man in blue shirt and swallowed his saliva. He was already well-informed, saint Yanhe who was lingering in the foggy mountains, and Jianjun who had been trapped in Xiaoyuan City for thousands of years.

This is Liuxiang, the sword fairy from Liu, six thousand years ago?

This is OK for others, but why is it the sword fairy Liuxiang?

Before the battle in Luoyang City, Liuxiang appeared in the clouds. People only knew that there was another sword immortal in this swordsman on earth, but few people knew that that person was Liuxiang, which was Liuxiang, which was closely related to the sword immortal six thousand years ago.

The sword immortal clearly recorded that he died on Sword Mountain.

But this person can also be called the sword immortal.

But he is not another sword fairy, but that sword fairy Liuxiang!

That was a name as loud as Chao Qingqiu.

If Li Fuyao was not a little dazed and ecstasy, it would be a little abnormal.

After Liu Xiang finished saying that, he was in a daze, "This name, the person who can compete with me will die, and others are not easy to say anything."

After saying this, Liu Xiang raised his head and looked at the sky, the sword lights and golden lights in the sea of ​​clouds, and then said, "Sword Master, if you really want to say it, I will also call you senior. When Qingqiu was still there, the world was calm. Once this person died, the whole world became chaotic. There was one sword immortal here and one saint there. What should we do in the world afterwards?"

The monks at the level of Liuxiang seemed to be a little confused about this matter.

Li Fuyao looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be talking to himself, and soon got rid of the shock. He quickly confirmed one thing, that is, the person in front of him is always a sword fairy, no matter whether it is Liuxiang or not. Since he is a sword fairy and appears here again, it will naturally be very helpful to the sword king on the clouds. Today's situation may be a little different.

So Li Fuyao doesn’t have to rush to leave Xiaoyuancheng now.

But Liu Xiang just looked up at the sky, and did not rush to take action, but instead asked, "Did you give him the longest?"

Since it is Liuxiang, we can naturally recognize the sword called Wanzhanglong.

Liuxiang was the only one who stands out six thousand years ago. The only one who could let him take a few more glances was the sword immortal. Since it was his sword, Liuxiang would naturally know.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath and said, "It was it that he went there."

The sword has a spirit, not to mention that it is a thousand feet long. It is willing to be held in the sword king's hand. Li Fuyao naturally had to let go. Long ago, Li Fuyao thought about finding a good sword master for this sword, but he had not been able to do it. Now that the sword has found a master, everyone is happy, but they don't know what the fate of this sword will be like in the future. Should it disappear in the clouds with the sword king, or let everyone know the name of the sword again.

Liuxiang sighed a little, "When Wanzi took a different approach, with this sword-controlling technique, it was certain that he could be invincible in front of other sword immortals, but when he met Liuxiang, there was nothing to say."

Liuxiang was the most dazzling monk of that era. Meeting Liuxiang was the dream of many monks.

After saying this, Liu Xiang looked at Li Fuyao, and then said boredly: "You have been thinking until now, whether I am the Liu Xiang from 6,000 years ago."

Liuxiang tilted its head, "Is it not a fatal problem to be a Liuxiang? According to some people's stereotypes, I can only count half Liuxiang. As for when it will be considered a whole Liuxiang, it depends on whether there is that Liuxiang. But on that day, I am Liuxiang, but I am not me."

As I spoke, a little sadness seemed to spread.

Liu Xiang rubbed his cheeks and then began to remain silent.

Li Fuyao couldn't help asking: "Senior Jianjun seems to be difficult in the clouds, why haven't he taken action yet?"

A piece of willow branches broke out from Liuxiang and said calmly: "Wait for someone."

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In that small mountain village, the Confucian saint said the same thing. He said that he was waiting for his opponent, but now Liuxiang said that he was waiting for his helper.

He began to murmur, "Chao Qingqiu made the beginning of this game so well, so we felt ashamed if we didn't do it well. Let's kill two of them here first, and then go to the cloud to kill the other ones. Wouldn't this be resolved?"

Li Fuyao stood not far away, and naturally heard these words clearly. He couldn't help but feel shocked. Is this the big deal of the cultivators in Canghai?

If it is true as Liu Xiang said, then the two saints who died here recently, both Confucianism and Taoism will suffer severe damage. Who can compete with the swordsman who has three sword immortals after that?

The swordsman lineage returned to its former glory, and seemed to be not far away.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath and calmed himself as much as possible. Could it be that tonight would be a night for another day?

Liuxiang didn't have time to pay attention to what Li Fuyao was thinking, but just held the willow branch hard, then turned around and looked into the distance and shouted, "Are you here?"

There was no sound in the distance, but there was a sword light in response.

The sword energy is particularly dazzling at night, like a silver dragon, running around in the sky.

Liuxiang held Bai Wen at his waist, then raised his eyes toward the clouds. The eyes of countless wind and snow when they met him were all set aside.

This is the sword king who is asking him to enter the clouds.

Liuxiang turned around and spitted, then smiled and said, "Here you come."
Chapter completed!