After the First World War in Lin'an, everyone in the world had a doubt in their hearts: Who is Zhao Li, a stranger?
It's a pity that no one knows.
The sunset shines on the young man under the mountain, and the last sword is like a fairy.
Those who know know know that it is just a momentary speed for a teenager to watch history, not that a teenager is really like that green-shirted talent, how can there be so many sword immortals in the world.
The cardinal minister set off from Yunzhou to return to Lin'an.
Gale light horsemen and tiger tooth iron ben escorted the coffin of the prince and princess on the way back to Kaifeng.
Zhao Changyi rushed to Guangxi with a few hundred soldiers.
Guangxi and Shuzhong, where the Western Army was entrenched, were still isolated from the world, and no news came out.
Suddenly the world was silent.
Except for Qingzhou.
In the mess, four thorny slaves and dozens of elites were all killed.
After all, the master did not draw his sword.
The three sickles in the sickle room were all killed, Mao Qiuqing was slightly injured, the heroine Gongsun Zhishui broke a short sword like snow, and the red-clothed Song Ci was scratched a slight scar on the cheek by a dying and struggling dead man with a hidden weapon.
Such as the needle and thread are fine.
The little girl was in a very bad mood and wept when she touched the wound.
Gongsun Zhishui was gentle and soothing, but he didn't know what to say, women, what she cared about most was not this face.
Xiucai kills the most people and is also the cleanest.
Dressed in a green shirt and even with a long sword in his hand, it was not stained with the slightest blood.
Standing a foot in front of the master, he saluted with his sword: "Please." ” The master frowned.
Xiucai said seriously: "Xiaosheng knows that Mr. is a stranger, and he also knows that Mr. will cause thunder when he draws his sword, but Mr. don't worry, there will be an old gentleman coming later, and the thunder can be broken." ” The Master remained silent.
Xiucai's demeanor is very sincere, almost like the love of learning to meet celebrities, "Xiaosheng first raised fame, after getting the fame of Xiucai, he no longer studied, wanted to learn from Di Xianggong and the general Yu Qiwen of the Zhenbei Army, so he abandoned the book and raised the sword, but the talent was dull, and the sword practice was not gained for five years, and then visited the famous Sichuan Mountain, Yong'an four years of winter, when listening to the singing of the female singer on the stage in Youzhou, he realized something, and then when he held the sword, he could go up and kill the fairy and slaughter the evil ghost, which is said to be a day into the Tao. ” The master nodded silently.
Xiucai continued: "However, the avenue is as high as a mountain, and the small student stands at the foot of the mountain, and he has never seen the true face of Lushan. ” It is because I want to go up the waterfall and climb the mountain.
The Master shook his head.
If you let me out of the sword, I will take out the sword, how can there be such a reason in the world.
Xiucai didn't know who the master was, and when he felt the arrogance of the master, he was not annoyed, but he just smiled slightly, glanced at Xie Wanxi and other women, and implied murderous intentions: "Your Majesty only asked Xiaosheng to protect the Xie family's Wanxi, and she didn't care about the life and death of the rest of the people, and Xiaosheng didn't care either." ” The killing intent is clear and agitated.
If you don't draw your sword, then I will kill the red-clothed Song Ci, Gongsun Zhishui and Mao Qiuqing.
Li Wanyu......
Of course you can't kill it, the Li family is more important than the Xie family's Wanxi in Xiucai's eyes, even if Xie Wanxi dies in Qingzhou, Li Wanyue can't be hurt in the slightest.
The master raised his eyebrows and was slightly angry.
Even if it is the king of the Tang Dynasty, he doesn't dare to coerce me, how dare you show off your sword and show talent?
Xiucai flicked his thumb, and the long sword was unsheathed by half an inch: "Sir, please." ” The Master suddenly laughed.
Yong'an suddenly got kendo in the fourth year, which is somewhat interesting.
If I remember correctly, in the fourth year of Yong'an, Li Ruyu of Fanmian Village happened to be struck by lightning for the second time......
This talent may also be a dormant stranger.
It's just that his true identity is not known for kendo.
Is it a literati?
If it is a literati, is it a sage or a comer?
Youzhou took the stage to listen to the song and got the way of the sword, is Sha Mo the predecessor who abandoned martial arts and followed the literature?
If it's him, why draw your sword!
The master pressed his hand to his sword, "Please." ” Tsing Yi Xiucai smiled, said seriously, and told Mr.
Yu that Xiaosheng was really not an alien.
When the words fell, the figure shook like the wind, but instead of drawing his sword and attacking, he turned around and climbed the mountain and climbed the hill on the side.
Then the Master pressed his sword and waited.
The old eunuch was late, glanced at the master who pressed the sword, and then looked at the mountaineering Xiucai, this old eunuch was very sad, and in the end, he still needed his old bones to break the thunder.
However, I was a little surprised.
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The master pressed the sword again at this moment, and there was no thunder in the sky.
The old eunuch was looking back to the south and muttered, could it be that the boy did something?
The old eunuch didn't know that at this moment, under the gate of Anxi City, the young man's sword was like a fairy, and no one in the world was shocked by thunder on this day.
On the top of a hill, someone stood on a boulder and sang with a sword.
The song is sad, and the sword aura rises among the clouds.
There was a green shadow falling from the sky, with a touch of faint sword intent, and the heavens and the earth were leisurely, like an immortal whimpering.
The Master smiled.
I believe that this Xiucai did not lie to himself, maybe he is really not an alien.
But at this moment, the sword that fell from the top of the mountain reminded me of the poem of a sage who ascended to Youzhou.
Thinking of heaven and earth, I am alone and crying.
The sword in the world falls like an immortal in a hurry, and Xiucai wants to climb the mountain, so he goes down the mountain first.
The Master did as he wished.
Draw your sword.
A big river suddenly arises, and the river flows eastward and does not return, as if there are big waves rolling up, and there are turbid waves emptying.
The immortals wept into the river, and there were no waves.
Tsing Yi Xiucai finally knew how high the master's mountain was, so high that he could only see a trace of his true face when he looked up, and he also knew how deep the master's sword of the great river was, so deep that he was like sinking in the abyss of the ocean, and he couldn't see a little sunshine.
Master's sword always makes people feel like a poem.
Despite the bleak end.
Qingyi Xiucai thinks it's worth it - it's worth it if you lose, this sword is waiting for you to think about it carefully, maybe you can go to the next level, why can't you go to the point of gathering a sword for a hundred miles in the future.
Now that he has gathered a sword for ten miles, he has no strength.
As for a thousand miles of sword?
Maybe no one in the world can do it, it is no longer done by man, but by sword immortals.
I am afraid that the Master will not be able to.
As for going to the high mountain where the Master is?
Xiucai also found it difficult to go to the sky.
The master was annoyed that Xiucai was coerced by Song Ci and others, and he acted mercilessly.
Although he didn't take his life, his nose and face were swollen and his whole body seemed to fall apart, all of them were photographed by the sword body, and he probably couldn't get out of bed for ten days and a half months.
The master's sword was returned to the sheath, and he looked at the green-shirted Xiucai who was lying on the ground and dying, "Offended." ” Tsing Yi Xiucai grinned bitterly.
The master looked at the sky and found that there was no thunder, and estimated what Li Ruyu's kid had done in Lin'an, so he was happy, no longer hidden, and said with a smile: "You are really not Chen Ziang who climbed Youzhou Terrace?"
” Qingyi Xiucai sat up with difficulty, and said seriously and respectfully: "Xiaosheng is really not an alien. ” The Master was a little stunned.
How good it would be if you were Chen Ziang.
It's a pity that I have only seen the fragments of the four characters of the Lanting Collection, and I have never seen Zimei who wrote the autumn wind song in the thatched house, and I thought it was Chen Ziang's showmanship.
If the old people don't meet, I feel sad.
In this world, I am still the only one who is lonely. —————————— PS: I kind of want to change the title of the book to a calm or atmospheric one that conforms to the style of writing.,There's a pinned post in the book review area.,I implore everyone to go to that post to give some reference to the title of the book.,I'm grateful.。