Meng Jin is in the cave.

He hasn't left that place in a long time.

After coming to Jianshan, except for the time he first went up the mountain, he had attracted countless swords on the mountain road, he was in this cave for the rest of his days. Except for Zhao Dabao, no third person had ever come in.

He has been practicing here in a subconscious manner, but it has been many years since he climbed Jianshan this time.

He didn't ask about Jianshan, and the disciples of Jianshan couldn't see him. Although he was on the mountain, he seemed not on the mountain. If he hadn't cut a sword a few days ago, his presence might have been weakened.

But after that sword, things became different, and his sense of existence was not too weak. The one who talked the most about the mountain these days was him, the old master of Jianshan. Now when he met Luo Qianyan, who asked about swords, naturally many people would think of coming to see him.

But he never thought that the first person to come was not someone else, but Zhao Dabao.

The bamboo building where Zhao Dabao lives is not close to this cave, but he often comes here and finds a small path, so when Zhao Dabao runs under the moonlight, he has already passed all the disciples who want to come here and is the first to appear in front of Meng Jin's cave.

He called Master, and then felt that he had become lighter. After a moment, he was held by a sword and flew up, and in just a moment he had already flown into the cave.

There was only one cushion in the cave, and the old head teacher Meng Jin sat cross-legged on it. His sword was still under Zhao Dabao at this moment. After Zhao Dabao walked down, he rushed to Meng Jin's knees.

Meng Jin opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Dabao, and said calmly: "I already know what's happening on the mountain."

He is the highest level on the mountain. He will naturally know what is going to happen on the mountain, and he will know it earlier than more people. It is impossible for him to know nothing.

Zhao Dabao shouted anxiously: "Then why didn't the master take action yet?!"

Zhao Dabao is a simple boy, and it is normal to have such an idea. Jianshan has regarded him as his home. In danger of his home, he must solve it.

But his level was not enough, so he could only let Meng Jin come forward.

Meng Jin asked lightly: "Is Jianshan your Zhao Dabao's Jianshan?"

Jianshan is the Jianshan Mountain of the disciples of Jianshan, and the Jianshan of swordsmen in the world. There is no problem with this matter at all.

But to a certain extent, Jianshan is still the Jianshan of Wushanhe.

Even if Zhao Dabao loves this mountain, he must admit it.

"He hasn't come yet, and it's useless if you come."

Meng Jin reached out and rubbed Zhao Dabao's head. He had no expression in his body, but he looked very calm.

Zhao Dabao became more and more puzzled, "Master, why do you have to wait for the head teacher to come?"

Meng Jin said calmly: "Everything we do should be justified. Since he is the head of the school, he should have the final say and act. If I do something rashly, it will be better for me and him."

Knowing what Zhao Dabao was going to say, Meng Jin continued, "Besides, he will come. It's not a big deal to wait for a while."

Wu Shanhe will come, and this book Ali is a foregone conclusion. If he doesn't come, it will be completely unreasonable.

As the head of Jianshan, when he encountered a strong enemy, he naturally had to find someone who could solve the problem. If he did nothing, he, the head of Jianshan, would not do it well.

So he will definitely come.

It's just a matter of time.

As for whether to see if Meng Jin can't help but take action first, it's unknown.

But in fact, no matter he or anyone else, we should know that Meng Jin is very stable and cannot do anything that is unfavorable to the situation.

Wu Shanhe was walking on the mountain road, and Yan Le was next to him. I am afraid that only Yan Le could truly listen to Wu Shanhe saying a few intimate words on the whole mountain.

But now these two people were walking on the mountain road in the back mountain without saying a word. Wu Shanhe's expression was not too serious, but now the situation is like this. If you don't care at all, it is naturally unlikely.

People who just want to do big things must learn to hide their emotions.

Yan Le walked along the mountain road for a long time before he could really not help it. He asked, "Is the leader sure about the situation in the future?"

What is going to happen on the mountain is one thing, but knowing whether it can be solved is another thing.

Wu Shanhe walked in front, and his long hair was fixed, and he had not been blown by the mountain wind, but the corners of his clothes were still slightly swaying. Listening to Yan Le's words, Wu Shanhe smiled plainly, "I have no way to do anything."

"A last sect leader of Tianshui Gate came to the mountain to ask about the sword. I couldn't beat him even if I drew a sword, so I could only hire someone. As for whether the person would take advantage of the situation after hiring someone, even if I didn't want to, I wouldn't be able to stop him. Two poisons were placed in front of me and I wanted me to eat them. Of course, I could only choose the one with "unexpected troubles". Otherwise, I would lose face first, and this matter would really be impossible to cover up."

Wu Shanhe is very free and easy because he has been watching the development of this matter.

So he was not in a hurry.

Since this is the case, then do it like this.

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The starlight could not be stopped because there was nothing to stop. The same was true for Wu Shanhe to meet Meng Jin. If he couldn't stop him, he would naturally not be stopped.

When he arrived in front of the cave, Wu Shanhe knelt down without hesitation.

It is not necessary to kneel down to Meng Jin as the head of Jianshan, but as a disciple of the Meng Jin lineage, it is normal to kneel down to meet the master, so when he kneels down, he doesn't think anything is wrong.

Yan Le knelt beside him. He was an ordinary disciple of Jianshan, so it was natural to kneel down to the old head sect.

Wu Shanhe said loudly: "Someone asked Jianjianshan at the foot of the mountain, and Shanhe dared to ask the master to answer the sword!"

Someone asked about the sword and someone answered the sword. This kind of thing seemed very normal.

Whether it is the person who asks the sword or answers the sword, Wu Shanhe cannot handle it.

Wu Shanhe came, and Meng Jin didn't have any intention of making things difficult for him, so he stood up, led Zhao Dabao, and stood at the entrance of the cave.

Looking down at Wu Shanhe.

Only one look.

Meng Jin spoke calmly, as if he was talking to himself, "How come Luo Qianyan from Tianshui Gate has not died yet?"

Only those who have lived like Meng Jin for many years know a lot of things.

Luo Qianyan from Tianshui Gate was the person from his era.

Meng Jin tried hard to open his turbid eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. He could also see the long sword energy dragon on the mountain road far away. He blinked slightly, and then said, "Go."

The ancient sword in the cave flew out after hearing this, and a long white rainbow drew out in the night sky.

Then a dazzling sword light cut through the sky!

All the disciples of Jianshan saw it.

Many disciples had spontaneously wanted to find Meng Jin before, but when they reached this halfway, they looked up and watched the dazzling sword light rising from the back mountain and falling to the foot of the mountain. Many disciples were very excited and waved their arms high.

A voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, "The old master answered the sword!"

The sound was loud and it was heard all of a sudden, and then the whole Jianshan was full of this sentence.

The old master answers the sword! The old master answers the sword!

As Meng Jin's sword cut through the sky, Luo Qianyan at the foot of the mountain also finished his last sip of wine.

Feeling the sword energy coming from the mountain, Luo Qianyan laughed, "Meng Jin, can you still draw a sword with your body?"

An old voice came from afar, "It's no problem to kill you."

Luo Qianyan laughed and raised his energy to sweep forward. In just a moment, he had already landed on the sword mountain. Before the two sword energy intersected, the sword mountain formation had actually opened automatically. Since this was a sword comparison, it was naturally not considered an attack.

Luo Qianyan's pair of straw sandals fell on the mountain road, on other big stones, and even in the sight of the disciples of Jianshan.

He was covered in sword energy, and his sword intent had reached its peak. The sword on his waist even began to tremble. All of this was to say that he had met a very strong opponent, and even the sword began to be excited.

Meng Jin also appeared under the starlight. He did not hold the sword, he just led Zhao Dabao.

It is like a swordsman who climbs the tower to compete in swords. It will naturally benefit the swordsman when he sees it, and the closer he is to the battlefield, the more he is.

On the sword mountain today, many swordsmen are lucky enough to see this battle. They appear next to Meng Jin like Zhao Dabao, and this is even more so.

When the two met, there were no old friends who sighed a lot. They just looked at each other and their sword energy attacked each other. Because Meng Jin was still standing beside him, he had to transform the sword energy for Zhao Dabao when competing swords.

This is to take the lead and you will suffer a loss.

But Meng Jin's expression remained unchanged at all, and he seemed very leisurely, as if he did not take Luo Qianyan seriously.

Yes, for a swordsman like Meng Jin who has been in the realm of climbing the tower for countless years, I am afraid that no swordsman can catch his eyes except for the Sword Immortal.

"How to compare?"

Meng Jin spoke slowly.

"In a battle of life and death, you have lived for so many years, and I have lived for so many years. Instead of dying old age, it is better to die under the sword."

Luo Qianyan laughed loudly, his gray hair moved with the wind.

Meng Jin thought he would not agree with his point of view. For Meng Jin, death, it should never be done.

Being able to live is what Meng Jin wants.

Only living is the most important thing.

Luo Qianyan's sword intent surged. After a word, he drew his sword out of the sheath and handed out a sword in the air. The whole night seemed to be torn apart by his sword, and he could vaguely see the light in the sky.

Meng Jin held Zhao Dabao's hand and pinched a sword technique in his hand. The ancient sword fell back into his hand. Without pausing for a moment, the sword in his hand met Luo Qianyan's sword.

Two swordsmen climbing the tower met with swords.

There was a loud bang!
Chapter completed!