Spring goes and summer leaves again, and then it reaches late autumn.

In a blink of an eye, Li Fuyao has been practicing swords at the foot of Jianshan Mountain for half a year. In addition to learning sword intent and sword energy with three uncles at the beginning, most of the days that followed would walk on that mountaineering road. Sometimes they would compete with the two sword immortals, but it was just a sword comparison. It was probably just a sword comparison. The sword immortal named Lu was directly knocked out by the sword immortal. After the female sword immortal Xie Chen knew that Li Fuyao was Xie Lu's nephew, he never used a sword. Whenever Li Fuyao was tortured by Lu Changyan's sharp sword energy, Xie Chen just looked at the distance from the mountain peak, wearing a red dress without saying a word.

After being hit by a sword every day, he would fight with the giant birds. He had to draw his sword until he was exhausted before he could go down the mountain road. Then he would compete with Xie Lu in front of the ruined temple at the foot of Jianshan. Xie Lu initially used the swordsman's first realm to fight against the enemy, and then the second realm, which also made Li Fuyao miserable. However, this method of feeding swords was very good, so Li Fuyao did not dare to say much, but he was thinking about when he could even let Uncle Xie take his sword. However, according to the current level of progress, it seemed not ideal.

Liu Yibai may be more obsessed with wine than swordsmanship. Knowing that Li Fuyao has a good alcohol tolerance, he pulled Li Fuyao for a few drinks every day at dusk. However, according to Liu Yibai, he was extremely unsatisfied, as if he had a sword half-sheathed out, and could not go out or enter. However, Liu Yibai did not dare to say to Xie Lu that the current situation was actually created by him. If he had not wanted to get Li Fuyao drunk one day, the kid had missed his practice the next day, he would not have been able to drink a few glasses every time he drank with Li Fuyao.

Xi Chunan talked a lot about the principles, but in the end, only a few words of sword intent left behind, which made Li Fuyao a little confused at first, but after walking a few times on the road, he gradually became clear, and he completely felt that he could go the farthest among the three uncles. However, in this way, among the three uncles who taught Li Fuyao to practice sword, Xi Chunan seemed to be the most leisurely.

But even so, Li Fuyao was still in the second realm Ningshen and did not break the realm at all. Chen Sheng reached the sword energy realm in one year, but this disciple was far less powerful than his master. He had to be more than a year, but he still had not crossed the threshold of the second realm. This made Li Fuyao feel annoyed and admired his cheap master even more.

The ancestor on the mountain has stopped going down the mountain since he went down the mountain once that day. According to the occasional news on the mountain, the ancestor has chosen to go to seclusion and practice in peace and has to take a few more steps to the road ahead of the swordsman. After realizing it, he realized that the old man who didn't look very strict was the ancestor of the swordsman on the mountain. He was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down. He remembered more and more that no one dared to refute after the ancestor said that after he sent him down the mountain, he found that he had this identity here.

In the early winter after late autumn, the first snow fell on Jianshan. The snow was not heavy, but it was just enough to dye the mountain where you could see it. A lot of snow was covered with snow on the roof of this dilapidated temple at the foot of Jianshan. Li Fuyao was originally going to use a broom to clean up the snow in the open space in front of the temple, but was stopped by Xie Lu, saying that it was so snowy that it was easy to practice swords. Li Fuyao looked confused, and then he accompanied Xie Lu to compete for a whole day in swords. At the end of dusk, he was covered with bruises and scars.

Xie Lu jumped onto the big bluestone and sat down, signaling Li Fuyao to sit next to her. After sitting down, Xie Lu pointed to the green mountain in the distance and chuckled softly: "I would rather you learn swords slowly. The mountain is boring. Although I am devoted to swordsmanship, I occasionally feel bored. After all the time you have come, you have become a little angry."

Li Fuyao had known that once he entered the sword energy realm and the sword energy could be released, he would have to go down the mountain to travel the mountains and rivers. If he could not go further, there would be no need to mention going back to Jianshan. If he could continue on the sword path, he could return to Jianshan to practice. However, there were not many swordsmen who chose to return to Jianshan. Most of them would either die in the demonic land, or they would die when they were in seclusion and break the realm. The swordsmen who were willing to spend the rest of their lives on this mountain have to make a choice to continue the sword lineage. Otherwise, who would not be willing to be the kind of free and easy person who would go wherever he could go in the world with swords.

Seeing that Li Fuyao didn't say anything, Xie Lu didn't realize that there was anything, but just smiled and said, "Fuyao, you are not much different from that Taoist race and other young people in this mountain river. After going down the mountain, you will represent Jianshan. No, it means the swordsman lineage. If you fight with them, it is not appropriate to argue. You just thought not to insult the swordsman lineage. In the past, there were no new people in Jianshan, so you didn't make such a plan. But now that you have you, you can't avoid talking about it. You are the first newcomer to practice in Jianshan in the past ten years. The burden will naturally fall on you. It's a bit heavy, but you have to bear it."

Li Fuyao grinned, and for the first time he felt that after practicing sword, the burden became much heavier.

Xie Lu Pingjing said: "Before that battle, my swordsman lineage had several sword immortals in the mountains and rivers, and there were countless outstanding swordsman predecessors. Among the mountains and rivers, different from the three religions, but none of the cultivators of the three religions dared to underestimate them. There were even countless sword sects in the mountains and rivers. All of the disciples were proud of being swordsmen. Although they are no longer the grand occasion of the past, which swordsman have you seen who is decadent and self-pity?"

Li Fuyao whispered: "What the swordsman is proud of is not the status in the mountains and rivers, it seems that it is the sword at his waist."

Xie Lu looked at Li Fuyao with approval, "I have learned my skills and I have no pride. I am proud of myself. I am worthy of the sword at my waist from beginning to end. I heard from Senior Brother Xi that you think the sword is straight, I think it's very good. Just keep it straight, this is the sword."

Li Fuyao smiled and said without comment. Xie Lu didn't continue on this issue and said with a smile: "In fact, there is a boy on the mountain who can actually go down the mountain, but the ancestors are reluctant to let him die."

Li Fuyao's lips twitched, "Uncle Xie doesn't need to be so straightforward, right?"

Xie Lu Pingjing said: "This is the straight word."

Li Fuyao was speechless.

Before Xie Lu left, she said that she would not need Li Fuyao to compete in swordsmanship every day. She had to rest for a day. After responding, Li Fuyao didn't say anything. She just rubbed her shoulders in a place where Xie Lu couldn't see it.

Then he grinned in pain.

Xie Lu laughed in a corner where Li Fuyao could not see, but was really not holding it at this moment.

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The snow on the top of Jianshan Mountain is far better than the foot of the mountain.

Wu Shanhe, who was released from the sword tomb, met the uncle Xie when he went down the mountain for the first time, but he didn't see Li Fuyao. He was not very willing to do so, but the next few times he went down the mountain, he met the uncle Xie, and never saw any trace of Li Fuyao. There was even one time when Wu Shanhe almost got a sword from Xie Lu. Xie Lu swung his sword energy, and it seemed that he did not regard Wu Shanhe as his future generations at all. If it weren't for Wu Shanhe, he would not regard Wu Shanhe as his future generations.

If you run fast, you will really get hit by this sword. In this way, Wu Shanhe will never dare to go down the mountain again. But sometimes he occasionally wonders whether Li Fuyao has become the treasure of the three uncles at the foot of Jianshan. He valued it so much? But over the years, the three uncles at the foot of Jianshan obviously dislike the swordsmen on the mountain, but why did they fall in love with Li Fuyao? Could it be that this kid did not climb?

Wu Shanhe didn't think about something clearly, so he stopped thinking about it. He just wanted to meet Li Fuyao. After all, there was not a single peer on the mountain, and there was only Li Fuyao at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Shanhe, who had no hope, walked to the top of the mountain. He originally thought that he would go to the place where to ask Jianping to see the scenery. Who knew that when he stepped onto the Jianping, he found that his ancestor was sitting in the middle of the Jianping. His knees were the ancient swords that the ancestor had not brought with him for many years. The ancestor closed his eyes and said speechlessly. Although there were a few silver threads on weekdays, most of the ancestors still had black hair now had snow-white hair. He sat in the snow. It almost made Wu Shanhe feel that this was the ancestor who had melted his seat. He was so scared that he quickly ran to the ancestor, but found that the ancestors were looking at Wu Shanhe who was almost snot and tears were about to roll out. Wu Shanhe sniffed and said aggrievedly: "I thought you were just sitting and melted like this. If you melted, no one would care about all the big and small things on the mountain."

The old man smiled and said with anger: "I really passed away one day. Wouldn't this Jianshan be gone?"

Wu Shanhe wiped his face and said angrily: "Oncestor, you are distorting what I mean."

The old man shook his head, shook the snow off his hair, remembered something, and said calmly: "You want to go down the mountain to see that young man, and then do you three uncles not let you see him?"

Wu Shanhe sat beside his ancestor, tilting his head, frowning, "Among the three uncles, Uncle Xi and Uncle Liu have never said anything, but it's Uncle Xie. I was chased up the mountain once I went down the mountain. I don't know what the reason is. I didn't do anything too much, didn't I just want to see that boy?"

The old man smiled but said nothing.

Wu Shanhe seemed even more depressed.

The old man said calmly: "Wu Shanhe, if you are still hang out in the sword energy realm, I may even throw you into the sword tomb, and then throw another wisp of sword energy into it, so that you can see why the sword tomb is called thousands of sword energy and has its own atmosphere."

Wu Shanhe shrank his head and sighed, "Old ancestor, you know I want to go down the mountain, but why do you always stop me?"

The old man snorted coldly, "Don't think about it, you should practice swords while I am still alive. When I go west one day, you will sit in my position and stay in Jianshan honestly."

Wu Shanhe shouted, "Why do the ancestors hold me to me if they are so many uncles and uncles on the mountain?"

The old man glanced at Wu Shanhe but did not explain.

Wu Shanhe said carefully: "The three uncles at the foot of Jianshan are rare to be talented. It seems unreasonable for my ancestors to choose me."

The old man asked back: "If I don't reason, then what do you Wu Shanhe want to do?"

Wu Shanhe was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. The first person on the mountain with his ancestor's undisputed sword cultivation was even more respectful. No one on the mountain dared to contradict him. When the ancestor said he wanted to reason, the whole mountain could only accompany the ancestor to reason. If the ancestor was unreasonable, everyone could only stare at him. What's more, Wu Shanhe, a disciple of three generations, had no choice but to do this ancestor.

Wu Shanhe, who sighed and turned to leave, stepped on a series of footprints in Wen Jianping, looking a little helpless.

The old man sat without saying a word. Everything in the world was based on his own nature. On the contrary, the higher the realm, the heavier the burden on his shoulders. Wu Shanhe just shouldered this sword mountain, but Chao Qingqiu, who was already a sword immortal, had to shoulder the inheritance of the entire swordsman lineage on his shoulders. No one was relaxed.

As for Li Fuyao, the old man didn't expect what he could do for the time being. Perhaps he is the future of this lineage like Wu Shanhe, but no matter what, it depends on how far they can reach. If they cannot bear the great responsibility and have insufficient realm, how can they gain a foothold in the mountains and rivers?

As for the qualifications of these two little guys, Wu Shanhe is even better. The parents of this little guy who has been practicing swords on the mountain are both swordsmen with good cultivation, and the bloodline he inherits is naturally not much worse. On the contrary, Li Fuyao's parents are both ordinary people, and from the innate perspective, they are already one end of Wu Shanhe. However, perhaps because of this little guy's nature, the old man valued Li Fuyao more and would rather let Li Fuyao go out to travel the mountains than Wu Shanhe go down the mountains once.

The Confucian disciples have long said that teaching according to their aptitude, but this is not unique to Confucianism. Thousands of years ago, the swordsman lineage was divided into three parts, and the sword intent, sword energy and sword technique were allowed to practice. However, it was gradually combined into one path, but it was never confused. Some people still thought of a certain aspect to the pinnacle of the sword path.

However, although the old man and his three disciples did not communicate face to face with Li Fuyao's downhill and Wu Shanhe's practice on the mountain, they finally reached a tacit understanding.

If Li Fuyao can reach the sword energy realm, he will then represent Jianshan to travel around the mountains and rivers and other talented monks of the Three Sects to sharpen each other. If he cannot, then there will be no new disciples in Jianshan, and it will be the case that Jianshan will not be born again.

As for Wu Shanhe, he had to stay on the mountain no matter what, and he could not go down the mountain rashly no matter what.

The scenery on the mountain is indeed not as simple as outsiders.

Thinking of the end, the old man looked down at the old ancient sword on his knees and laughed softly, "If you want to give you to that child, I, the master, have to make up for the meeting gifts, but then again, the child must choose a sword by himself. How can he be so energetic with me, a decayed old thing?"

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Before the twelfth lunar month, several heavy snowfalls in Dayu territory made many famous mountains look like they were wearing new snow-white outfits, which made people pleasing to the eye, but heavy snow was hard to go through. Apart from those monks in the mountains and rivers, no ordinary people would go out for a long trip during this season.

The longest Zangyun River in Dayu has not yet formed a layer of ice on the river surface because of the deep and long river. But even so, in a section of the lower reaches of Zangyun River, there are still many people fishing on the riverside by a small village. However, among the dozen middle-aged men, a woman in white dress suddenly appeared. She wore a straw hat, a straw raincoat, and a fish basket carrying a fish basket and a green bamboo fishing rod. She sat on a big rock for a day. She was even more patient than ordinary old fishermen and didn't look afraid of the cold at all. In this village, she was so afraid of this guest from afar.

, In fact, it was very welcome. The reason was probably because the woman decided to live in this village, so she spent a lot of money to buy an extra yellow mud house, and then bought a lot of things from the villagers' homes, and the bid was much higher than the market. One day, she saw the men in the village fishing on the riverside, so she simply bought all the tools needed for fishing and started fishing on the riverside. In the first few days, she naturally had no harvest. The man in the village was simple and gave one or two fish to the woman in white dress. The woman in white dress accepted all the fish, but she did not refuse at all. She just continued fishing on the riverside the next day.

A few days later, the woman in the white dress finally gained some gains. She started to catch some small fish in the Zangyun River, but after catching them, she threw them into the river water. It seemed that she had other ideas, "I don't want it if you don't have big fish?"

It is rumored that there is a fish in the Zangyun River called peach blossoms. The fish body is as colorful as peach blossoms and tastes delicious, as if it has the fragrance of peach blossoms. Once this fish appeared in the world, it attracted many fishermen to catch it. After these years, the fish has become fewer and the market price remains high, but it is hard to find.

When this woman in white dress was looking at the Taoist scroll in the sky tower on Chenxie Mountain, a Taoist senior once wrote down the shape of this fish, but she had never seen it, so she wanted to take a look.

So she came.

But I haven't been able to catch a peach blossom until today.

The woman in white dress was a little disappointed.

Seeing that it was snowing again, the woman in the white dress looked at the river in a daze. She didn't know where she was going to go out of this door and where to go, but she stopped where she wanted to stop, but she didn't force herself at all.

Finally, the woman in white dress, who was losing interest, was about to close the pole when suddenly she felt a sank in her hand and there was a fish on the hook!

The woman in the white dress suddenly pulled it, and a fish with a fish body as color as a peach blossom was pulled away from the surface of the river, but it quickly broke free and rolled into the river water.

The woman in a white dress put down her fishing rod, so calm that she was unreasonably calm.

It turns out that life is in seven or eight out of ten things that are not satisfactory.

Then the woman in white dress stood up and looked into the distance. A man with an umbrella stood in the distance, quietly looking at this side.

The woman in white dress suddenly spoke, "I am Ye Shengge."

The man smiled and said, "I know."

Ye Shengge walked a few steps, took off his straw raincoat, took off his hat, and said slowly: "I'm not very happy today."
Chapter completed!