Chapter 22 The rain does not moisten the rootless grass (Part 2)
Xu Qingmu did not raise the wooden sword in his left hand to face the enemy, knowing that it was in vain, so it was better to leave a complete "Nianbei" in this world.
"It is a taboo for a sword cultivator to hold the sword but not draw it out." A pure and honest voice sounded. Xu Qingmu opened his eyes and saw that the black-robed sword cultivator in front of him struck the sword much slower. The old man who just spoke was
At a normal speed, he stroked his beard with one hand and held his back with the other, arching his slightly hunched waist, and walked up to him with a smile: "Why don't you hide and wait for the sword to strike down?"
Only then did Xu Qingmu react. He quickly moved his seriously injured body, rolled over, and moved to another tree. The young man who was hurt by the internal injuries was sweating profusely and grinning. As expected, after the young man moved away, the man in black robe
The sword struck the original tree again at a normal speed, and the big tree that was hugged by several people was turned into powder. Sure enough, it was ruthless enough, and the man in black robe used all his strength to deal with a twelve-year-old boy who had no strength to restrain a chicken.
With all my strength.
Finding something strange, the man in black robe did not dare to launch a second attack, but used his strength to retreat quickly. A dragonfly touched the water, and retreated a few feet away with a crimson sword. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and he cautiously looked at the white man who suddenly appeared.
The old man in the black robe could appear quietly behind him and control the flow of time for a short period of time. The man in black robe felt that the strength of the person in front of him was definitely not inferior to his. The man in black robe quickly recalled in his mind the countless names in the world.
Master. The old bald donkey in Shangyang Palace is really capable, but the hunchbacked old man in front of him is obviously not. Although his hair is sparse, he is far from bald! The hermit master of Yejia Jianzhong? It is even more impossible. How can he stab his own people in the butt?
It's a matter of eyesight, and besides, he is half the son-in-law of the Ye family; it's impossible for Jianqi Pavilion. Everyone knows that the wife of the master of Jianqi Pavilion put on him a cuckold as big as the prairie, and that person is right in front of him.
The young man's master, the old beggar, saved and killed him, which would have given him enough face. It was impossible for him to be the eunuch of the palace, and few of those hermaphrodites could step out of their careless ways.
But soon the man in black was no longer entangled. The world is so big that only a handful of people can be on the list. More masters either see through the world of mortals or break away from heaven and leave. For example, the one who suddenly appeared decades ago and caused a sensation
Fang Yunyi, the sword god of Zhouzhou, beat the top ten people on the "Sword Ranking" and "Martial Arts Ranking" with a broken bamboo branch. At that time, the sword emperor Song Zihan's Wushuang was smashed into pieces by his bamboo branch. But
Afterwards, this person left a "real dish" and then disappeared. Most of the rumors in the world disappeared. After all, there is no "one-stick person" in the world.
Before the man in black robe could make any move, the old man turned around with a smile: "The outer body has been cultivated to the tenth level, so the real body must have reached the end, right? Yes, yes, a child can be taught."
The black robe has a black line on his face. Although this incarnation has just reached the tenth level, looking at the world, how many people in the tenth level sword cultivator can there be? Besides, I am almost old, so I say "I can teach you"?
His wrist shook, and the tip of the sword was slightly raised. "I can teach you, uncle!" The red long sword instantly enveloped Peng Bai's sword energy. After taking a step back, with the force of the sword, he stabbed out with twelve full strength.
Forcing the old man to leave.
The old man wearing a long robe and a jade hanging around his waist was still smiling. He raised his right hand, made a palm with his five fingers, and made a graceful pirouette. He pointed his palm at the man in black robe in front of him and said unhurriedly: "Straight like a green silk rope.
As clear as ice in a jade pot, go!" Xu Qingmu didn't see clearly how powerful the palm was. He only felt that it was like the Tai Chi that Mr. Lin Xiaolin did in the morning, weak and weak. But the turbulence that followed on the other side
The sword energy offensive was directly broken. The black-robed man who was attacking with him flew away as if being hit by an invisible force, leaving only the red sword falling straight down and being stuck on the ground with a "clang".
The man in black robe who spat out blood was unwilling to give in. He was about to make a secret and take back the red sword, but was suppressed by the old man: "Keep this sword. This sword has no destiny for you, and it is a waste of natural resources in your hands. I am a scholar.
, which emphasizes equal exchange, this old man's autobiography "Eighty-one Records on the Cloud" will be used as an item of equal exchange. Don't worry, it is all written by me. I only copied two copies, and one of them is given to you.
." After saying that, he took out two identical books, half an inch thick, except that one was very greasy and must have been read every day. The old man looked at the crystallization of wisdom in his hand that had the same content but different contents, and finally read it.
With great determination, he threw out the brand new volume. He said to himself: "This old volume contains the notes I recorded the day after tomorrow. I really can't bear to part with it."
The man in black robe took it, and just as he was about to open it, a voice transmission from his body rang in his head: "Song Lao'er has passed, retreat."
Presuming that the gift from such a powerful old man should be valuable martial arts secrets, he glanced at the red sword stuck on the ground, and the man in black robe gritted his teeth and fled immediately.
Xu Qingmu struggled to get up. Ninja raised his hand in pain and thanked him: "Xu Qingmu from Funiu Town, thank you for saving my life."
The old man looked at the young man wearing the "Gentleman Will Not Save" hairpin, nodded and said: ""Qing Mu"", pure heart and few desires, bathe in the sun, you have a good sleep." He straightened the gown under his lower arch,
Then he said: "My surname is Li and my name is Chengru. I am the husband of your Funiu Town teacher, Liang Hao."
Xu Qingmu was shocked: Scholar? No wonder he exudes a pure and honest temperament! So he was even more respectful: "Old Master Liang is my mentor in private school. He has taught his disciples for several years. I met him by chance today and paid homage to his master."
After saying this, he put his hands on his forehead, placed them overlapping each other, and wanted to kneel down with his legs to salute the old man. However, he was lifted up by a breeze and stood up straight.
"I can't stand your worship. I want to live for a few more years and continue to add to my completed "Eighty-one Records of Cloud Langlang"." After that, he turned his attention to his own book.
, obviously extremely proud.
At this moment, the old beggar came with a sword, very fast, and the sound of howling was endless.
"You rebel and traitor, you will die!" Without any explanation, the old beggar vented out all the anger he had just avoided fighting against the black-robed body, and struck straight at the old man in white shirt in front of him, without any hesitation.
The old man just waved his hand lightly, first resisting part of the attack, and then moving forward a few times, obviously not wanting to fight head-on.
The old beggar who landed in front of Xu Qingmu was about to launch a second attack, but the young man behind him grabbed his arm: "Old beggar, this gentleman saved me."
Song Zihan was suffocated and looked at the old man holding a book in front of him. He had a tall and thin body, a plump complexion, and his eyes were shining with the sun and the moon. The jade pendant around his waist was as white as clouds. The word "quiet" was engraved in cursive in the middle, and there should be another word on the back,
But the old beggar couldn’t see clearly. A pair of black cloth high-soled pointed-toe shoes were obviously the standard covering shoes for scholars. Although the top of his head was not tied to the scholar’s forehead, it was tied up with a hairpin made of bamboo. The white shirt was especially beautiful at night.
He looked like a fairy on earth. The old beggar also felt that it was a bit abrupt, so he put away his unparalleled skills and clasped his fists to apologize, but he accidentally saw the book in the old man's hand.
"Eighty-one records of Lang Lang on the Cloud?" The old beggar suddenly became excited. He threw himself in front of the old man regardless of his appearance, clutched the book with both hands, and said excitedly and incoherently: "It's still the whole book! I spent ten years and only got the first part.
Sixty-four records, I actually got all eighty-one records from you!" The old beggar's eyes immediately turned red, and tears seemed to be falling. This was even more intense than the excitement of squatting on the wall and peeking at Widow Wang taking a bath.
"Tell me what you want to exchange for it. Except for the life of the kid behind you, you can choose the rest."
The young man was moved. The old beggar he spent time with day and night was really interesting. He could still think of himself when he saw the martial arts secret book, which made Xu Qingmu, who was seriously injured and vomiting blood, feel warm. But before the young man could warm up for a few seconds, the old beggar's words directly made the young man grit his teeth in hatred.
.
"Forget it, the young man behind you belongs to you too. It's up to you to kill or chop him into pieces. This book belongs to me, how about that?"
He looks serious and does not seem to be deceiving.
The old man who called himself Li Chengru was in a good mood when he saw someone crazy about his book, so he generously threw the book to the old beggar and said: "It is rare to have a close friend in life, and there are even fewer who are so discerning. You brother
I, Li Chengru, have decided to give you this copy of my autobiography, "The Eighty-One Records of Lang Lang on the Cloud"."
When he heard that the old man was the author of this book, the old beggar took the book directly and pulled the old master: "Don't regret it! Big brother, accept my younger brother and bow to me!" After saying that, he kowtowed.
Whoever gave him the "Sword King", or the "literary sage" whom people in the world call him is just a false name. It's not as happy as the true love at this moment!
He turned back to pick up Cao Dan's skirt-pressing knife, and reluctantly accelerated to catch up with the two of them. Taking advantage of the opportunity to rush back, he looked over at the old beggar who was immersed in the book while walking. He was really curious about what kind of secret book was described in the book.
It actually made Tangtang Zijing sword cultivators so intoxicated that they stretched their heads and took a look quietly.
The twelve-year-old boy wanted to stab his eyes out.
On the opened pages, there are vivid pictures of a man and a woman having sex. There are also a lot of cursive annotations in the margins of the pages. The writing is exquisite and vivid!
Eighty-one records, eighty-one postures!
The former stroked his beard and smiled, so unhappy!
The latter looked intently, with a look of astonishment on his face!
However, the young man soon felt better. People say that the rain does not moisten the grass without roots, but if the grass with roots is moistened, it will be satisfying?
For example, the man in black robe lost his crimson sword named "Chi Lian".