There are nine mountains in the north of Western Shu, all like swords. Among them, the two cliffs of big and small swords face each other. The old emperor of Western Shu, who chiseled stones on the cliff to open the door, called the sword gate, and set up the Feiliang Plank Road. The natural danger was extremely dangerous. Just because after the unified Zhongyuan of Liyang, the post road was launched, the Jianmen Mountain Road was thrown into the cold palace. For many years, only those merchants who bought and sold small books would come and go. Regarding Jianmen, after Jianjiuhuang fought with Wang Xianzhi in Wudicheng, some people said that he had such a nickname because he was watching the mountain and gaining swords here. Some people even said that Jianjiuhuang carved a sword score on a stone wall on the plank road before leaving Shu. Now, there are many young Western Shu sword-seeking tours who went to the plank road to look for opportunities. When the peach blossoms gradually fell into the branches, the small path of sheep intestines was embedded between the mountain walls, which was slightly dark.

It was dark and damp. A middle-aged man riding a donkey. A pretty boy with a book boy was leading the donkey. The boy was carrying a big bamboo box and muttering to himself. The man who was not astonishingly handsome was probably used to the boy's complaints, turned a blind eye, and was dozing leisurely on the donkey's back. At this time, a group of people came towards him, leading the mountain woodcutters in Western Sichuan, leading a group of young men and women in brocade clothes. The boy's eyes lit up and gently threw a bunch of peach branches inserted into the bamboo box to the middle-aged man, urging in a low voice: "Master, hurry up, turn around and ride a donkey! It's time for you to recite poems loudly now! Otherwise, there are so many followers riding donkeys in the world today that will not show your identity. Otherwise, you can't call yourself the Peach Blossom Sword God, no one believes it."

The middle-aged man said helplessly: "I have met more than a dozen pedestrians along the way. I have to recite poems every time, but I have to carry the word "peach blossom". Where did I get so many poems in my stomach?"

The boy stared at him and threatened, "Then repeat the previous song, "The Immortals in the Gate", which sounds very fairy-like. Master, if you don't read it, I won't help you lead the donkey."

The middle-aged man is indeed a good temper and can speak. He turned around and rode a donkey backwards, holding the peach branch in his hand, and then recited loudly, "Look at the peach blossoms in the valley, the dusk is getting deeper and deeper. The old man taught me the Three Pure Literatures, and he will live for thousands of years and laugh at the king..."

The boy who was as tired as a dog just now instantly showed the extraordinary style of a boy under the celestial throne, without looking sideways, and strides forward with a donkey.

The young ladies who hired woodcutters to help lead the way were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and then someone turned around and rolled their eyes to their companions, "Hey, these two big and small talismans bullied us, we have never seen the world. I really thought that it was Deng Tai who made a donkey to bring a peach branch? I also made a white horse and a knife and it was Xu Fengnian!"

The boy blushed with anger. The middle-aged man laughed, turned around again and stopped riding the donkey back, throwing peach branches into the gap of the bamboo box. The two groups passed by quietly. The boy who led the donkey carefully set up an encounter, but only got countless rolling eyes. The man looked at the back of the depressed boy and chuckled: "Are you angry? Don't be angry. In fact, Master and I have long wanted to tell you that there are always a real person in the world who does not show his appearance or does not show his appearance..."

The boy snorted coldly, obviously still angry.

The middle-aged man comforted him: "Okay, Master will definitely take you to see all the wonderful scenery in Shu this time."

The boy remained silent.

The man had no choice but to laugh, "Or why would the master take a sword and give those people a better understanding?"

The boy sighed and said, "Forget it, those guys are blind, they are at a disadvantage anyway."

The young man has his own sadness, "Master, it's not that I'm talking about you, among the four great masters in the world, Cao Changqing admires you, and later he fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva to shock the world and the ghosts and gods. Even Xu Fengnian's flying sword was sent by you, but now it is said that Cao Changqing defeated that useless monk and how domineering it, and that Xu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva fought in the Western Regions for thousands of miles, and that he was unprecedented and no one came after him. No one said good things about you, I'm worried."

The man joked: "Then why do I teach you sword skills? I fish for three days and dry the net for two days every time?"

The young man sighed heavily, "Isn't this self-knowledge? I have neither roots nor qualifications. If I can't be a disciple, I have to think that my master will be more promising."

The man smiled angrily and said, "You guy is so open-minded!"

The young man suddenly turned around and asked, "Master, why did you accept me as your apprentice back then? Look at Wang Xianzhi, Yu Xinlang Lin Ya and others are all first-class martial arts masters, so I will tell you that you should not expect me to help you become famous in the world in the future."

The man said freely and freely: "Master, why do I want that reputation? Besides, it is amazing to live happily and die without regrets. Do you think Cao Changqing and Xu Fengnian, the three of Tuoba Bodhisattvas can do this? They can't do it. If Master dies tomorrow, you can be self-reliant and have no worries about food and clothing. Therefore, I don't have much people or things to worry about. Xu Fengnian cannot let go of the family fortune left by his father. Cao Changqing cannot let go of the great Chu country, and Tuoba Bodhisattva cannot let go of fame and fortune. Don't envy such a land god who lives unhappy."

The boy sighed, "It's so tired."

It was the real Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Taia who smiled and said, "Did you not be so tired if you lead the donkey when I say that?"

The boy yelled, not like he was having fun in pain, but said sincerely: "Master, it's true."

There was a movement from behind the master and apprentice. The boy turned around and saw that it was the young master and daughter who had been turning back and who stopped not far away, and then sent the woodcutter to run to them. He seemed a little embarrassed. He rubbed his hands and smiled at Deng Taia on the back of the donkey, saying, "Can you discuss something?"

Taia Deng smiled and said, "Brother, you said."

The woodcutter lowered his voice and said, "Big brother, I'm sorry, those rich children say they want to buy a donkey from you. I can't afford to offend them. I can't afford to run this leg. If you are willing to sell, I think you might as well say the price higher and ask for twenty or thirty taels. I guess they don't care about the difference between ten or twenty taels."

Before Deng Tai'a could speak, the young man was already furious and did not take his anger on the woodcutter. Instead, he turned around and shouted to the wealthy children: "We don't sell donkeys! We don't sell them if they give them ten thousand taels!"

Deng Tai'a, who turned the donkey's head, touched her chin and said softly: "If it's gold, sell it."

The young man who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos added, "You are lucky. Master said that you will sell 10,000 taels of gold!"

The woodcutter shook his head. These two people really don't know the dangers of the world. If the young people who have annoyed have become malicious in this wilderness, would they still go to report to the officials after going down the mountain? Along the way, these men and women were all very angry. They were all very angry, and they were all the generals of the prefect of a certain county, which was not like ordinary people. They were really good and bad. Just when the woodcutter was praying to calm the situation, the seven or eight people were already walking briskly.

Come on, one of the strong young men wearing a sword on his waist took off the scabbard and pointed at Deng Tai'a and sneered: "Old guy, don't be shameless. I am very arrogant. I will give you a chance in the end. I bought this donkey, fifty taels of silver. It's not that we can't afford a higher price. I once spent 4,000 taels of real money and silver in a month! However, I have always had a purpose in dealing with people, that is, even if I am a sucker, I have to have a bottom line."

The young man worked hard to suppress his anger in his chest, "Master, can you bear this? Anyway, I don't want to bear it anymore, I want to take action! It's not possible to deal with the master, but I'm very enough to deal with these guys."

Taia Deng glanced at a young woman with a very outstanding appearance in the team, and then looked at her apprentice, who swallowed guiltily.

Deng Tai'a looked at this apprentice who had quietly grown from a child to a young man. He rescued this orphan on the roadside on the snowy day. For so many years, it seemed that this child was taking care of his master. At that time, Deng Tai'a had just left the Wu family's sword tomb. He was not a Peach Blossom Sword God. He was unknown in the world. He had no interest in shaking sword skills with others. He could tolerate things when he could tolerate things. In the past few years, this stupid apprentice saw injustice again and again. His small body was naturally beaten into a pig's head again and again. Perhaps this was the natural chivalrous heart, which was exactly what Deng Tai'a did not have.

Tai Ah, everything in the world is nothing but the sword in his heart. Later, one day I heard the storyteller's legend in the world and commented on the sects and masters in the world. The little apprentice suddenly said he wanted to practice martial arts. Deng Tai Ah smiled and asked him what if he had learned martial arts. He said that he had not thought about it yet, he would learn it first and think about other things. Deng Tai Ah was so happy to throw away this scoundrel, so he secretly promoted him to join a small gang. When the child who was considered to be "clear and strange" became the direct disciple of the small sect, not long after, the spirit of practicing martial arts and mastering a top master soon disappeared.

It is common to practice martial arts, but as a direct disciple, there are one or two pieces of silver to take every month, which makes the child a little money lover. When Deng Tai'a, who was worried about him, had to show up, the child was surprised to see Deng Tai'a at the gate and said he wanted to ask him to go to the restaurant to have a meal, then ran back to the sect and took almost all the bag of silver he saved. As a result, the child bought a knife for Deng Tai'a and the sect. Because the child used to travel with Deng Tai'a, he would occasionally hear Deng Tai'a sneer at the swordsmen in the world, and felt that this life-saving grace that could not buy weapons

People should not like swordsmen but yearn for swordsmen's career. Since then, Deng Tai'a accepted his only disciple in his life. The knife was replaced by a donkey. When Deng Tai'a went to Wudicheng in the East China Sea to fight Wang Xianzhi, it was also the time when peach blossoms were in full bloom. His apprentice was very concerned, at least he was much more concerned than Deng Tai'a, who left empty-handed. He tried his best to advise his master not to fight with others naked. He was too disadvantageous. In the end, he broke his mouth and did not convince his master who was unwilling to lift the sword. The child had to point at a peach tree angrily and said, "Master, you can carry a peach branch as a sword."

Then, there was a Peach Blossom Sword God riding a donkey backwards in the world.

Since Deng Tai'a became famous, this disciple still complained in various ways, complaining that his master failed to beat Wang Xianzhi, and that it was Wang's old monster who took advantage of his age and was not a fight against Xu Fengnian. However, he complained that Deng Tai'a gave the box of twelve flying swords to Xu Fengnian, but he didn't blame the master for having good things but did not recite the disciple first, but complaining that the master never showed the flying sword in front of him and treated him as an outsider. For this reason, he had a cold war with Deng Tai'a for more than half a month. The young man also complained that this world had no vision. His master was obviously the master who was the best in killing skills, but he had to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other three.

Amid the trivial complaints, Deng Tai Ah felt that his ears were about to be called out, and then one day, he found that his apprentice, who seemed to never grow up, had really grown up, and he began to secretly glance at the beautiful woman he met on the road. Hey? It turned out that the little bit of crap began to appear on his lips. Just as Deng Tai Ah was in a daze, the burly young man who raised his sword and pointed at him angrily: "I have such a bad temper... Hey, old guy, don't be shameless, it's a blessing that I'm not the kind of unscrupulous child who bullies others by virtue, otherwise you would have been beaten down long ago. Hurry up, fifty taels of silver, the donkey belongs to me, you and that kid get out with money! It's enough for you two poor guys to go to the best restaurant in Shu to have a meal!"

Tai Ah Deng turned over and patted the donkey on the back, looking at the apprentice who was less impulsive than when he was a child. He knew that he could not beat him, but he still wanted to rush forward and get beaten. Now he is Tai Ah Deng's apprentice. Not to mention fighting with a first-grade master, it is definitely okay to support twenty or thirty moves under the second-grade master, but he is less and less willing to get close to those little fights. Tai Ah Deng ignored the rich and not bad boy who was actually not too bad, walked to his apprentice, touched his head, and smiled lazily: "Advisor, although he has no prospects, Master, I just feel very happy with you."

The boy said in a creepy voice: "Master, what's wrong with you? Could it be that he is sick?"

Deng Tai'a smiled and said, "Just be happy."

A young man with excessive alcoholism in the crowd was shaking a folding fan. He was not obsessed with the middle-aged uncle riding a donkey, but the little bastard's eyes were too abominable. He just dared to secretly look at the woman he liked beside him and pretend he hadn't noticed it?! The only daughter of the deputy general of Yizhou in Western Shu is also something you, a donkey boy, can covet it?! He claped the folding fan with great skill and smiled at the boy: "Fifty taels of silver, it's a lot. If you yearn for the world, you can buy a good weapon. If you are determined to be the imperial examination, you can buy a lot of books."

After hearing these sarcastic and stubborn words, Deng Taia laughed at them. His apprentice rolled his eyes and said to Deng Taia: "Master, let's go, don't pay attention to them."

Deng Tai'a nodded, but said, "Give me the bamboo box."

The boy frowned and said, "Don't, although I'm afraid of being tired, I'm even more afraid of our donkey being tired. Master, you carry it. In the final analysis, it's not carrying it. It's not young anymore."

Deng Tai'a glared and said, "If you want it, give it."

The boy reluctantly took off the bamboo box and handed it to Mr. Deng, and he couldn't help but mutter again.

The big sword and small sword face each other against each other, and there is a strong wind between the mountains.

Occasionally, birds flew by.

Tai Anana Deng had to carry the box by herself, and then smiled at her apprentice and said, "You go down the mountain first."

The next moment, Deng Tai'a made a strange move. He pulled out the peach branch from the bamboo box and threw it out high.

Just when everyone was confused, someone suddenly became shocked to find that the peach branch was hovering in the air after it was thrown out!

Even when the boy was confused, Deng Taia gently pushed the sideways on his shoulder and shouted: "I'm so angry that I lift my sword, and I'm going to step on the mountain!"

After hearing the sound of the young man who was pushed out by his master, he still subconsciously made a sword-stepping pose that controlled the energy to sink.

The boy happened to step on the peach branch.

This scene is like an immortal wielding a sword.

After a brief panic, the boy who followed the sword god master who had never eaten pork but had seen the pig run suddenly laughed and shouted: "Go down the mountain!"

The boy walked down the mountain with his sword and walked down the wind.

The lingering sound of laughter echoed among the cliffs for a long time.

How many young men in the world dream of walking around the world with swords?

How many people can fly around the rivers and lakes like the young man who leads the donkey?

Deng Tai'a rode the donkey again and joked to the stunned young people: "Fifty taels of silver, I really can't afford this donkey."

Finally, Tai Ah Deng glanced at the little lady whom his apprentice had liked, and said with a smile: "Girl, remember, that young man, he has nagged Wang Xianzhi in person about all kinds of things about Wudicheng, and drank with Cao Changqing on the same table, and pointed at Zhao Piao, the prince of Guangling, and cursed swear words. Of course, the most important thing is that this guy gave me the nickname of the Peach Blossom Sword God, isn't it?"

The young woman was completely surprised to speak.

The sound of the old donkey's hooves slowly hit the ground, moving further and further.

The Peach Blossom Sword God on the donkey's back suddenly felt a little regretful. Three of the four masters, Tuoba Bodhisattva, had already beaten, and Cao Changqing could not beat him. Then, Tai-A Deng knew if he had the chance to compete with the boy named Xu in his life.

Boy, don't die.

If you die under the horse's hooves of the Beimang barbarian, wouldn't you be cowardly?

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After the Wudi City was like a divine needle in the Dinghai City, the status of the old monster Wang fell sharply in Beiliang, especially because the twilight and others left the East China Sea one after another. This holy land of the rivers and lakes in the past has been turbulent for a long time. There are many separatist forces in the city, especially without the constraints of the ban on military orders. The engagements between masters frequently came to the point where they wanted to find a higher position as a battle site, and there were countless armed battles between sects. It is said that some people who are interested in the matter have calculated it.

There were more than 60 sects that suddenly rose and destroyed within half a year. Of course, many of the so-called gangs were three or two kittens and dogs. All the chaos was not until the young man named Jiang was fighting on the city wall for half a year. There were many speculations about his young identity. Some said that Jiang Fu Ding was Wang Xianzhi's true retreat disciple, and some said that Jiang was a banished immortal similar to Qi Xuanzhen, who had great luck and was the one who was disgusted to victory in this generation who ultimately restrained the King of Northern Liang.

Jiang Axe Ding, who was alone in Wudi City, turned a blind eye to the world, but was just rushing to the city day after day. The handsome young man who had been hanging his waist crossing the river and entering Liang to provoke the King of Beiliang, had fair skin sunk into bronze like a fisherman. Since the master of boxing, Lin Ya, left Wudi City, Jiang Axe Ding had never drunk much, and it was actually not a big deal of occupying the magpie's nest. Wang Xianzhi's residence had become a homeless place. Jiang Axe Ding relied on his fists to dominate the former residence of the old monster Wang, and those who were dissatisfied and blinded all his body.

That night, the bright moon grew on the sea.

With the moonlight, Jiang Fuding rarely sat on the top of the city, sat cross-legged, and drank slowly. This young man with a very secret identity was once a young and frivolous city. Among his peers, he despised General Gu Jiantang's two sons were too rigid, despised the fourth prince who was only good at the time but had no ambitions, despised the eldest prince Zhao Wu, despised the children of Huang Zi Gong, who were all vulgar and feasted on the last emperor. In the end, he was just as interested as Zhao Kai, the illegitimate son of the late emperor. Before Zhao Kai returned to the capital from Shangyin Academy, he died at the Tiemen Pass of the Western Regions, the two were drunk. One said that he would make unparalleled contributions to the Zhaoshi in Liyang, and the other said that the country belonged to you, and the world belonged to me. If Zhao Kai sat on the dragon throne in the future, what if he gave me a title for Jiang Fuding, what would be the King of Xiaoyao?

Jiang Fuding looked at the bright moonlight on the sea and was stunned. Comparing his identity and family background, Zhao Kai is the emperor's son and Yang Taisui's disciple. Jiang Fuding has never been bad, he is the son of the imperial teacher in Liyang. Although he has been intimidated since childhood, he has completely hidden his name and does not follow the man's surname Yuan, who dares to underestimate him in the top of Tai'an City? The youngest son of Wang Xionggui, the former minister of the Ministry of Revenue, is now the leader of the four princes in the capital.

The guy had a conflict with him in his early years, but afterwards he came to be honest and kowtowed that night. When he was young, Jiang Axe said he wanted to practice swords. The man who was vaguely speaking asked for Gu Jiantang's swordsman for himself. Gu Jiantang, who was the Minister of War at that time, even Fang Cunlei personally taught him. The man even took out the crossing river from the Great Nei Armory. In the past ten years, no less than twenty martial arts masters fed him, including the Liuying Master, who was also in the same status as the Great Heavenly Eye Realm!

Since that's the case, why did Jiang Fuding lose to the one named Xu?

Jiang Fuding threw the wine pot into the sea and shouted: "How can I be willing to do it? How can I admit defeat?"

Jiang Fuding gasped and took out a book from his arms, as if he wanted to give up like the wine pot, but he raised his arm, but in the end he threw it away without saying anything.

This book is the real relic of his father.

The man whose real name is not well-known was once the well-deserved imperial teacher of Liyang and a strategist of the great wisdom and demon of the Liyang Dynasty. His opponents were Xun Ping, Huang Longshi, Xu Xiao, Yan Zhiwang Zhao Bing, and Zhang Julu's "Yonghui Spring".

Jiang Fuding murmured: "Dad, you have never lost, so how can I compare to you?"

Jiang Fuding slowly withdrew his hand, looking at the yellowed book with a blank expression. The title of the book was written in meticulous regular script. It was a very strange name. "Night Ship". Jiang Fuding knew the reason because the man once mentioned that only night Ship is the most difficult to deal with in the world. The book begins with an absurd story, which is about the person among the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Four people sailed in the sea with an old boatman. The Confucianism said that the learning of helping the people was prosperous and righteous. The Taoist priest said that the art of immortality was mysterious and unparalleled. The monk said that the profound Buddhist teachings were scattered. The boatman was more shocked and almost scared to throw away the bamboo artery in his hand. Later, the more he heard it, he became more sleepy and confused. Finally, he accidentally lost the artery artery, which made the four people unable to return to the shore.

This book was handed over to Jiang Fuding when Yuan Benxi took Song Keli out of Beijing and traveled across the country. After he arrived at the Wudi City, he only said that the stories in the book were just heard of the strange stories in the countryside, like ghost paintings, which were difficult to enter the elegant hall. It was just a boring child drama work by an old master. It was nothing but a few pages to look at his son.

The number of words in this book is as high as 200,000, so each page seems extremely dense. Jiang Fuding can fully imagine that scene without any magnificence. When an old man was on duty in the Hanlin Academy as Yuan Pu, he had a small pot of wine with low prices, a plate of peanuts with fragrance, and a purple hair of an old rabbit like a cone and a knife. He sat alone and drank it very slowly and outlined it very slightly. Whenever he wrote to himself, he sipped a sip of wine...

Jiang Fuding carefully put the book back in his arms, lay down back, looking at the bright moon above his head, "When you were a child, you told me that heaven and earth gave birth to me a seven-foot man, that is, you want to win, be a hero, lose, and be a ghost hero."

Jiang Fuding closed his eyes and said bitterly: "But for the last time you and me said that as long as I live well, it would be enough."
To be continued...