In the wooden house at the back of Shenxiu Peak, in the dim candlelight, a middle-aged man in green clothes and white hair was sitting on a futon, Su Yan, the founder of Jinglingtai.

Seeing Li Yu approaching, the middle-aged man's voice sounded, as if coming from the nine heavens, distant and quiet, but as exciting as the sound of spring thunder.

"Xiao Yu, no need to be polite, come in."

The woman in green who was called "Xiao Yu" paused, then answered "yes" and slowly stood up and walked straight into the wooden house.

There is a calligraphy hanging on the wall behind Zhenjun Dingfeng, which reads "The beautiful peaks are amazing, the sword is magical". Next to the words is a sword hanging diagonally. It has not been used for an unknown period of time.

The area was covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Li Yu from Jinglingtai has met our ancestors."

"Hahahaha, you little girl, you said you don't need to be polite, come and sit next to Grandpa Taizu and let Grandpa Taizu take a good look."

The white-haired middle-aged man joked with a smile. After hearing this, the woman in green, Li Yu, smiled and sat next to the white-haired middle-aged man.

"Xiao Yu, how old are you this year?"

Li Yuduan sat aside, drinking a newly brewed cup from the teacup. After hearing the middle-aged man's question, he immediately put down the teacup and said:

"Go back to Grandpa Taizu, you will be twenty-one in two months."

"Twenty-one, twenty-one."

The middle-aged man touched his chin and said, "Is there a marriage? Is there a good person?"

Qingyi Li Yu's face turned red and he lowered his head in embarrassment:

"Back to Grandpa Taizu, we are not married yet, but..."

The middle-aged man smiled and pointed:

"Then it means you belong to the heart? What kind of amazing thing can come into your eyes, little Yu girl?"

Hearing this, Li Yu couldn't help but frowned and hesitated to speak. With four hundred years of experience, the little girl's smile and frown, how could the thoughts in her heart be hidden from his eyes. Before the woman in Tsing Yi could answer, Su Yan

continued:

"The world is far away, so it is not easy to find a good match. As long as your heart is where your heart is, you don't have to worry about anything else."

The woman in green clothes nodded slightly and said:

"Thank you, Grandpa Taizu."

After a moment, Su Yan stretched out his hand, and the long sword hanging on the wall trembled, and he put himself into the hands of the white-haired middle-aged man. Under Li Yu's puzzled eyes, he gently dusted off the scabbard.

There was a "crack" of dust, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword energy filled the surroundings. The cabin suddenly became a little colder. The middle-aged man flicked his fingers, and the long sword buzzed continuously.

"The name of this sword is "Hansha". It was the sword that your great-grandfather and I once carried. It has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and I have witnessed the rise and fall of swordsmanship masters from generation to generation. I will give it to you this time."

Li Yu suddenly stood up and could not kneel down. Su Yan did not stop him this time, but smiled and looked at the young woman kneeling on the ground.

"You just have too many manners. Unlike that little guy, although your talent is average, you are very fond of me. When you see me, you are always old, old, and short, and you have no scruples."

The woman in Tsing Yi raised her head, her expression slightly softened, and she asked:

"Grandpa Taizu, is that man holding an old iron sword?"

"Oh? Do you know him?"

Su Yan's thoughts seemed to go back to that night. A young man came to the Jingling Pavilion with a pot of bad wine and an old iron sword on his shoulder. The two drank for three rounds. Su Yan said:

"How about I trade the sword on my wall for another glass of wine with you?"

The young man picked up the old iron sword placed on his knees and said:

"Sword? I have it. Although it's not a famous sword, it belongs to me, Su Zhan. Old guy, if you want to drink, just say so. I'll get a few more jars."

Back to the present day, the middle-aged man smiled and said:

"He treats the old iron sword in his hand like a treasure. He is such an interesting little guy."

The woman in green clothes smiled so easily. The middle-aged man looked at her, put the Hansha in his hand in front of her and said:

"Go down the mountain. As a swordsman, the world is your final destination."

Li Yu took the sword, with a firm light in her eyes. She slowly exited the Jingling Pavilion, threw the original sword in her hand into the sinking sword pool outside the wooden house, and went down the mountain with her ancestor's sword.

After passing through Shenxiu Peak, his eyes finally fell on Li Yu, who was in Qingyi at the foot of the mountain. Su Han picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and finally sighed, talking to himself.

"Hey, it's time to go and see it. I can't keep you by my side forever. After all, you are no longer just you."

In the twenty-eighth year of Emperor Kangxi's reign, at the summer solstice, there was a sword fairy on the mountain, walking down the mountain in the rivers and lakes.

Yuzhou City, in Jianghu Inn.

The place was crowded with people, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going, just wanting to catch a glimpse of this martial artist from the upper three realms who had returned to the world.

In recent days, the story of a person has been circulating in the world. She is a beautiful female swordsman. She claims to be from Jinglingtai, Lingzhou. She will speak out with her sword to anyone who has an injustice.

"That female swordsman is really incredible, and her swordsmanship is even more outstanding. It is said that she had a fight with Sun Changqing at Weidao Mountain, and it was a draw. It is said that this woman's swordsmanship is at the peak of her skills."

Four people at a table are talking loudly, and any gossip in the world is passed from word to mouth like this.

"Who is Sun Changqing? Is he very powerful?"

Upon hearing this question, the bearded man sitting at the table opposite him slapped the table and took a sip of wine.

"He is really a fledgling, and Sun Changqing doesn't even know about it?"

The little man who choked was filled with indignation and stood up.

"Who is Hina! If you had a daughter, I would definitely make her unable to survive, and I would regret it even if she wished to die!"

The tall and bearded man was not angry after hearing this, he just said:

"My daughter is your mother. If you insist on going, I won't stop you, but you have to call me grandpa and come and listen, hahahaha."

After a burst of laughter, a noble gentleman opened the silver-bone fan with a "pop" sound and said:

"Thirteen years ago, Sun Changqing had an affair with Wei Sheng, the current leader of the Qingzhou Dangjian Sect, and he was still the first disciple of the Dangjian Sect. After his defeat, Sun Changqing went into seclusion for more than a month, and finally spent only three days.

Defeated in ten moves

He became the leader of the Wei Sheng Sect, and at that time he was only in his early twenties. In the next three years, he defeated Pingyang Jingguan Daxia, Jinzhou Chao Wei, Jiazhou Que Xihua and other long-famous celebrities in the world. After that, he began to retreat, and there was no news from him.

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Everyone was shocked when they heard that these names were all famous senior masters in the world, and they had all been defeated by this young man who was only in his early twenties at the time.

"So what?"

As the voice rang out, everyone's eyes were attracted to the young and burly man at the other table. He grabbed a peanut and threw it into his mouth, smiling disdainfully.

"The first time I came back to Jianghu, I met the big shopkeeper. He was punched three times by the big shopkeeper and was unable to fight back. Let alone a month, do you think he could beat the big shopkeeper if he was given another ten years of seclusion? Jianghu?

This is what a martial artist should do, abandon all bells and whistles, and the sword can only be used on the narrow path."

There was another burst of hearty laughter, and the unshaven middle-aged swordsman at another table said:

"It doesn't mean that Sun Changqing is not powerful. I can only say that he is too unlucky to fight with other people. He is not as miserable as he said. It is said that the big shopkeeper kicked half of Qiyang Peak. Now, except for those two, there are still many people in the world.

Who can do it?"

Everyone took a breath, and the eyes of the young and burly man who spoke earlier were filled with hope. At first, the young man who boasted about Sun Changqing felt that he had lost face, so he closed the small silver-bone fan and smashed it on the table.

She was as heavy as water and said nothing. The gentle woman on the other side also covered her face and smiled. She picked up the wine pot with her green hands and filled a glass of wine for the young master.

The young master was in a better mood, so he slapped the table and said loudly:

"Waiter, here's another pot of wine. I want the Guangniang Minglou brewed by the brewing lady of Yuren Winery!"

As soon as these words came out, the other tables all cast envious glances. Nowadays, Guangjiao Minglou is also called "Amber Light", and a pot costs thirteen taels of silver, which is equivalent to an average family going without food or drink for three months.

Only then can you save enough. And all of you here are reckless men who have traveled around the world. Thirteen taels are not something you can just take out.

"Sir, your wine is here."

Just when everyone was envious, a woman walked out of the backyard. The coarse linen clothes could not block her beauty, but the lack of pink and white made her more beautiful and refined. It is not surprising to use any kind of flattering words about her, especially her

Her temperament, from a distance, has the charm of a mature and beautiful woman, but from a close look, she has the fragrance of a young girl.

When she came to the young man, not to mention him, even the dark and burly young man beside him raised his head. The gentle woman beside him turned away angrily, and could not help but look at the two from time to time.

Eye.

Putting down the wine, the woman disappeared from everyone's sight like a giant. The guests at the table patted the ghost waiter beside them and said:

"This...does your inn still hire busboys?"

The rest of the people pricked up their ears, their thoughts were the same as his.

Gui Xiaoer patted his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile:

"If you can survive three punches from our big shopkeeper, if you can still stand here, then you are a member of my Jianghu Inn."

There was a burst of goosebumps, and everyone turned around in disgust, forgetting the beautiful figure just now. It was time to drink, drink, eat, and chat about the mountains.

They naturally weigh clearly whether life or women is more important.

Gui Xiaoer was thinking a little at this time and murmuring to himself.

"What is Qi Xiao thinking? The injury has healed, and the shopkeeper's letter has been sent to Taishan Temple, and he still refuses to leave."

The woman just now was Kun Dao Qi Xiao, who invited the Taishan Divine Dharma Minister that day.
Chapter completed!