The appearance of Xun Yijian indicates that all this is an oolong incident and everyone is overthinking it.
Shentu City had no ulterior motives at all. They came to trap the four-eyed spirit fox on the order of King Jing, but the person who captured the spirit fox was not him, but Xun Yijian.
Xun Yijian is a swordsman.
Dealing with a beast is not that simple.
Zhao Juan shook his head with a wry smile, said hello to everyone, and left quickly.
Since this matter was a mistake, he had to tell other sects about this good thing as soon as possible.
If the barrier is opened a year in advance and monsters come out, it will be a huge fortune.
"Cui Ru, do you still have the nerve to come back?"
Chu Ling'er is a little fan of Xun Yijian, but before she could say a word to her idol, she saw the young blind man standing behind Xun Yijian. It was Cui who came from the capital of Western Shu with Xun Yijian.
Confucianism.
Long time no see, Cui Ru has not changed much.
He was still dressed in black, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and his eyes were covered with a two-finger-wide piece of black satin.
That day, Cui Ru left without saying goodbye, which made senior sister Chu Ling'er very angry!
Jiang Yang was fine, he understood his second apprentice very well.
After all, I had been suppressed for so long, my legs were broken and my eyes were stabbed by the Emperor of Xishu... I finally learned some tricks and there is nothing wrong with rushing to take revenge.
Chu Ling'er came to Cui Ru aggressively, put one hand on her hips, and poked Cui Ru's heart with the other, and said word by word:
"You - still - dare - come back?"
Cui Ru remained calm and bowed his head, "Cui Ru makes senior sister worried."
After saying that, Cui Ru left directly, ignoring the furious Chu Ling'er.
Instead, he walked up to Jiang Yang, knelt down respectfully, lifted up his front skirt, and kowtowed firmly: "Unworthy disciple, Cui Ru, bow down to my mentor!"
Cui Ru has never been sorry to anyone in his life, only his mentor.
His mentor taught him the truth and made him a master of swordsmanship.
But he took advantage of his mentor's absence and left without saying goodbye.
What you did was indeed an unfilial thing.
"Master, let him kneel down and reflect." Chu Ling'er frowned at the side, wishing he could step forward and kick Cui Ru to relieve his hatred.
Jiang Yang just rubbed his forehead helplessly and lifted up Cui Ru, who was kneeling on the ground, and turned a deaf ear to Chu Ling'er's words.
Chu Ling'er said anxiously: "Master..."
Jiang Yang waved his hand, and when Chu Ling'er saw this, he suppressed his words again.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two masters and apprentices left the backyard one after another and went to the back mountain to talk.
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The mountain behind Qingyuan Mountain has beautiful scenery and lush vegetation.
Following Jiang Yang, who was wearing Taoist robes, he set foot here.
The riverside, which was originally filled with frogs croaking, suddenly became silent.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at this little Taoist priest with a "human face and an animal heart" in the dark. He had killed their brothers and sisters, parents and elders, uncles and aunts...
Jiang Yang found a large clean bluestone to sit on, and also called Cui Ru to sit on it.
Cui Ru held the bamboo pole in his hand, shook his head, and just wanted to stand and listen to the lesson.
"I heard that you broke into the Xishu Palace alone and were defeated by more than a thousand forbidden troops. In the end, you failed in one move and succumbed to the Sword Immortal?"
These things have been circulating in Xishu for a long time. Shuxianmen's monthly express newspaper even published this on the front page. Cui Ru became famous for a while, and Qingyuan Temple also got some glory.
"It's true that we were defeated by more than a thousand imperial troops, but it's false that we were defeated by one move." Cui Ru said calmly.
"Oh? Tell me." Jiang Yang was curious.
Cui Ru calmed down and looked into the distance, which was the direction of the capital of Western Shu:
"That day, after reciting more than a hundred poems written by my mentor and enlightening me, my disciple realized that he could seek revenge on the faint king. During the battle at the Western Shu Palace, my disciple fired a sword and defeated more than a thousand forbidden troops, and half of the Xuanyuan Palace fell."
"The second sword, the disciple wanted to kill the king in revenge, but was blocked by Senior Xun, and he was defeated in one move!"
It’s not that you failed in one move, but that you failed in one move!
This is the truth of the day!
"Then what? Why don't you come back? Where have you been these days?"
Cui Rudao: "After the defeat that day, the disciple originally thought that he would be regarded as a traitor and a traitor, and would be taken to the vegetable market and beheaded in public, but he did not expect that Senior Xun protected the disciple. These days, the disciple followed Senior Xun
Next to me, I sit on the top of the Xuanyuan Hall every day, listening to the policies of the officials governing the country, and in my spare time, I talk to Senior Xun."
"continue....."
Cui Ru's face became calmer and calmer, like a lake without any ripples:
"The enemy sits at my disciple's feet every day, and my disciple discovers that he is not a completely stupid king. At least, Xi Shu is doing well under his governance."
"So you don't want revenge?"
"Of course not!" Cui Ru was extremely determined: "Revenge must be avenged!"
"It's just that my apprentice is not good at studying and has not been able to cross the mountain of Senior Xun. With Senior Xun standing in front of my apprentice, my apprentice has no hope of revenge in this life."
"That's alright." Jiang Yang stood up, "Since I'm not good at studying, I'll study hard in the future."
Cui Ru was startled and unexpectedly asked: "Master, don't you blame the disciple?"
"What's your fault?"
"Farewell without saying goodbye, disobeying the teacher's orders, causing trouble... in short, anything will do."
As Cui Ru was talking, he suddenly felt a hand fall on his shoulder, and the master's slightly frivolous voice came to his ears: "I have never blamed you for anything, I am even proud of you, keep working hard..."
Jiang Yang patted Cui Ru on the shoulder and left.
Cui Ru was left alone in a daze, wondering why, why Master would be like this... Why don't you blame me?
Just now, I was pretending to be a worldly expert, right? I didn’t reveal my secrets...
Cui Ru is back. Who dares to bully me, Jiang Xiaoyang?
I'll ask my disciple to kill you with one shot.
Also, I have to take the time to ask Cui Ru, how did he achieve this enlightenment?
As Jiang Yang walked, he kept muttering in his heart.
Cui Ru can now be regarded as the highest combat power in Qingyuan Temple.
Lao Huang doesn't count...because he doesn't belong to Qingyuan Temple, he is just a guest at best.
Although you can whet his appetite with wine and get him to do things for you, this relationship is very unreliable and far less reliable than the master-disciple relationship.
In this era, the destiny of teachers is greater than that of heaven.
As long as Cui Ru is in hand, I have the world...hahahaha...
Unless you meet very perverted masters, such as Lao Huang, Xun Yijian, and Jiang Yang in Juxian Town, you can walk sideways.
Finally, I would like to say, if you are a Confucian, why should you be a Yang... How can I be a master to such a powerful disciple?
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In the backyard of Qingyuan Temple, Chu Ling'er was about to have a word with his idol Xun Yijian.
Unexpectedly, Xun Yijian ignored her and walked directly under the shed.
He sucked in his nose sharply, showing a look of surprise.
He is a swordsman, practices swordsmanship, and loves wine.
In these two things, he is no less than anyone else in the world.
As soon as he smelled the strong smell of alcohol in the air, he knew he was in the right place this time.
liquor!
Good wine!
Outstanding wine!
Xun Yijian had no time to look at the strange wine-making equipment in front of him. He would wait until he had a taste of the good wine to talk about anything.
He opened the wine barrel with his left hand, and a hollow bamboo tube shot out from the strange utensil. The place where the wine came out was pointed at the barrel. It was from here that the crystal clear wine dripped into the barrel drop by drop.
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The lid was opened, and the aroma of wine filled the air. Xun Yijian seemed to see the naked courtesan lying in front of him, and couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.
Just as he was about to pick up the wine spoon and take a spoonful, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice above his head:
"The wine belongs to me!"
Xun Yijian raised his head and faced Lao Huang's face that looked like old tree bark. Lao Huang was sitting on the thatched roof with one leg hanging in the air. He was currently staring under the shed in a very strange posture.
Xun Yijian.
Seeing his old friend, Xun Yijian let go of the wine spoon in his hand.
He looked down at the sword "Mingchen" in his hand and did something very surprising.
Xun Yijian threw Mingchen to Lao Huang and said:
"Return the sword to senior, and return the name to senior!"
Twenty years ago, Xun Yijian was thirty-one years old.
At that time, there was a great competition among immortals.
Xun Yijian was just starting out, and he challenged the long-famous swordsman Huang Baixiu in front of hundreds of immortal sects.
That year, no one thought highly of this fledgling wild boy.
I just think that he is like those young swordsmen who are young and energetic and want to make a name for themselves.
But the result of the challenge was surprising. Xun Yijian narrowly defeated Huang Baixiu.
Since then, the elder swordsman Huang Baixiu left behind his sword and withdrew from the world without any news.
The new generation of swordsman Xun Yijian has become famous.
And the most famous sword in the world, "Mingchen", which represents the name of the swordsman, also fell into the hands of Xun Yijian.
Today, Xun Yijian returned Mingchen to Lao Huang, which meant that he gave up the inheritance of the Sword Immortal.
"Return the sword to the senior, and return the name to the senior." There was no trace of reluctance on Xun Yijian's face, but only calmness, "Yesterday morning, the junior saw that sword in the capital of Western Shu.
Congratulations to senior for being promoted to the second rank!"
Lao Huang didn't expect Xun Yijian to be so free and easy. He took Mingchen and looked at it carefully, looking at this old friend for many years.
This sword has accompanied many people and is synonymous with sword immortals.
Shout!
Mingchen took out his sheath and a cold light flashed.
Even the air has become a bit colder.
"Aren't you reluctant to leave?" Lao Huang raised his eyes and asked.
Yesterday, Lao Huang borrowed strong liquor to get promoted to the second rank.
A unique second-grade swordsman in the world.
Xun Yijian is no longer his opponent.
"If you lose, you lose. There is no reluctance..." Xun Yijian said.
"good……"
Lao Huang jumped off the roof and threw Mingchen back casually, "This sword has delayed too many people, so it's okay not to use it."
During these twenty years of traveling, Lao Huang wanted to understand many things.
He doesn't have to take back this sword and take back the name of Sword Immortal.
He wants the world to see who is the most powerful swordsman!
Now, a second-grade swordsman.
The only one in the world!
He did it.
Mingchen crossed over the two people's heads and drew a perfect arc in the air.
Gudong——
Mingchen was thrown into the deep pool below the waterfall by Lao Huang, and quickly sank to the bottom of the pool.
Lao Huang handed over his wine gourd and looked at Xun Yijian, "Drink, good wine!"
Xun Yijian took it, took a gulp, and wiped the corner of his mouth.