Li Chengfeng finally managed to convince his mother of what she said. After resting for a night at Jiufeng Mountain, Li Chengfeng left for morning classes early in the morning. When he came back, he found that Mr. Xie and Lu Zhu had disappeared without a trace. There was only one letter left in the wing where they rested for the night.
Li Chengfeng opened it and took a look, only to see a short seven-character ancient poem written on it:
What's the point of living in poverty and never ending up in poverty
The chaos is the same as the tranquility.
Although the home mountain is in the land of war,
My son is far away enjoying the wind of Lingshan Mountain.
The shadow of bamboo on the window shakes on the desk,
The sound of wild springs enters the inkstone pool.
A young man works hard all his life,
Don't waste time and effort.
Below this poem is written a line of beautiful and neat small words: My son, don’t worry about your home. Remember to wear warm clothes when you go out. Don’t get into nasty conflicts with your brothers. Many friends, many roads. Few enemies, less traffic jams. wall. The Xiyue Li family has been passed down by a single seedling until your generation. If you have any shortcomings, the Xiyue Li family, which has been passed down for more than 500 years, will be completely extinct. But my son, for my mother’s sake, I would rather the Xiyue Li family disappear, and I also hope that you can spend this life in peace.
In the days since you left home, my mother has missed you and cared about you every day. She deeply regrets and blames herself for forcing you to learn this and that from a young age, forcing you to do many things you don’t like, and even forcing you to Practice.
Now, I feel deeply regretful for my mother. I would rather my son be an ordinary mortal, than have him fight and kill all day long, making me fearful at home.
But the matter has come to this, the wood has become a boat, it is too late, my son must remember to put safety first, keep the green hills, and not be afraid of running out of firewood.
Your father, Lvzhu, and I are waiting for you to come back for this year’s New Year’s reunion dinner.
Li Chengfeng looked at this unremarkable letter, but his eyes moistened unknowingly.
"Senior Brother Chengfeng?"
At this moment, there was a sudden shout from the side. As Li Chengfeng hurriedly continued to receive the letters, he wiped the corners of his eyes calmly. He turned around and looked at the somewhat reserved Han Tianxing behind him: "Tianxing? What's wrong?"
Han Tianxing said in a low voice with a look of embarrassment: "Senior Brother Chengfeng, I'm going to build the foundation in two days, but... I still don't have a sword that I like..."
Li Chengfeng understood. This was indeed a big deal for Han Tianxing: he was about to take part in the assessment and rating, but now he didn't build a foundation, and he didn't even have a sword to recognize his master.
If a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion doesn't carry a sword with him, are he still a disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion
Li Chengfeng frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Wait a moment, I will discuss it with my senior brother."
It was obviously impossible to go directly to the senior brother. Li Chengfeng had already broken up with the senior brother. Going to find him on his own would be asking for trouble. He could only save the country by taking a detour and see if senior brother Ouyang could do anything about it.
After Li Chengfeng found Ouyang Nan and told him about the matter, Ouyang Nan laughed and waved his hands without taking it seriously: "You can ask Senior Brother Qin for this matter. When Senior Brother is not around, Senior Brother Qin will be in charge. You can Ask him to take Tianxing to Wanjian Valley to choose a sword of his own."
Li Chengfeng was overjoyed, but his feet did not move. Although Ouyang Nan looked rough, there were subtleties in the roughness. He immediately understood and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll go with you. I don't believe that all day long." The guy with the dead face will reject me!"
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"no!"
As soon as Ouyang Nan finished bragging, Qin Mieqin slapped him in the face with a crisp refusal.
Ouyang Nan, who was usually a little unruly, was so angry that he exploded with anger: "Well, you are so embarrassed by your condolences. You are taking this opportunity to avenge your personal grudges and take revenge!"
Qin Mieqin sat in front of the desk, correcting the copy with an expressionless face, and replied coldly: "Didn't you see that I was busy? Who has the mind and time to retaliate against you?"
Ouyang Nan said angrily: "You have something to be busy with!"
Qin Mieqin said: "As long as the Hidden Sword Pavilion exists, I will still be the law enforcement officer of the Hidden Sword Pavilion. All official approval documents related to the Hidden Sword Pavilion must go through my hands, and the legal approval documents of the entire Lingshan Sect must also go through my hands. You Do you think I'm like you, being so idle all day long?"
Ouyang Nan said angrily: "Fart, fart! It stinks! I am bleeding and fighting outside, and almost lost my life. Are you qualified to criticize me by just moving your fingers and touching your lips here? "
Qin Mieqin raised his eyes and glanced at Ouyang Nan slightly, and sneered: "You want to go there yourself, but no one forces you to go!"
Ouyang Nan was furious: "Qin, you can look down on me, but if you dare to demolish the platform that hides the sword pavilion, don't blame me for falling out with you!"
Qin Mieqin raised his head, with a cold face, and said, "What do you think I am doing now? If I don't even handle these paperwork, then who can prove that the Hidden Sword Pavilion still exists?"
Qin Mieqin stood up, pointed at Ouyang Nan angrily, and said: "Just because you guys are fighting and killing outside..." As he said, he pointed to Li Chengfeng aside: "It's because you don't know whether to live or die. Going to ring the Wentian Bell? Or get together every day and recite the precepts of the Hidden Sword Pavilion loudly? Will this prove the existence of the Hidden Sword Pavilion?"
Ouyang Nan sneered and said: "Oh? Could it be that you can prove the existence of the Hidden Sword Pavilion by hiding here and moving your fingers and talking to us? I tell you that the Hidden Sword Pavilion was created by fighting with swords. It’s not just a fucking show of words or a pen! The reputation of Hidden Sword Pavilion was created by the blood and corpses of the masters and uncles!”
Qin Mieqin stared at Ouyang Nan and said loudly and excitedly: "No, Ouyang Nan, let me tell you, the real prestige of the Hidden Sword Pavilion is that it was once the endorsement of the laws and precepts of the Lingshan Sect!"
"In your eyes, the Hidden Sword Pavilion represents power and glory, but in my eyes, it represents the fairness, justice, rules and beliefs of the Lingshan Sect! If one day the Hidden Sword Pavilion is gone, if I can pass these things on , although the Hidden Sword Pavilion is dead, the spirit and symbol of the Hidden Sword Pavilion will not die! One day someone will see them and know what the predecessors of the Hidden Sword Pavilion have done, what they have fought for, and what they have sacrificed for. What, then Hidden Sword Pavilion and the spirit of Hidden Sword Pavilion will never die!"
This sentence greatly shocked Ouyang Nan and Li Chengfeng. Ouyang Nan came with a strong momentum, but at this time, he was speechless and unable to speak.
Ouyang Nan has not experienced the most glorious era of Cangjian Pavilion, but every disciple of Cangjian Pavilion is well aware of the history of Cangjian Pavilion. Of course, they know that these things Qin Mieqin said were once the most attractive to every disciple of Cangjian Pavilion. A belief that is proud of.
The twelve kills of the Hidden Sword represent the fairness, justice, rules and beliefs of the Hidden Sword Pavilion!
However, it has been passed down to this day and has completely declined. Not only does it have no successors, but it also lacks faith!
Li Chengfeng asked himself, they recited the Twelve Kills of the Hidden Sword every day, but how many of them really took this into their hearts as a kind of belief
Qin Mieqin stared at Li Chengfeng and said: "Li Chengfeng, you are very good, far better than I thought! Ouyang Nan regards you as the hope of Hidden Sword Pavilion, but I know in my heart that Hidden Sword Pavilion has nothing left. hope! You underestimate Qian Shanxue too much. You have no idea how powerful he is. Being an enemy of him is definitely asking for death! Now, please leave. I need to quickly approve all these official documents, and then Seal all the files, and maybe with luck, someone will find them decades or even centuries later."
Ouyang Nan shook his head at Li Chengfeng in despair.
Li Chengfeng sighed softly and said to Qin Mieqin: "Senior Brother Qin, I know everything you said. But Senior Brother Qin, have you ever thought about whether, deep down in your heart, when you are sitting back and waiting to be killed, you are being slaughtered. There will be such a trace of regret: If I had resisted, if I had fought, if I had tried, even if this ending is only one in 10,000 possibilities, if, in case, it really comes true Woolen cloth?"
Li Chengfeng took a step forward and said to Qin Mieqin with sincerity: "If one day, Senior Brother Qin dies and comes to your uncles from past generations, they will ask you: Why didn't you try it in the first place? Even if the chance was so slim? But, after all, there is still a chance, isn’t there?”
Li Chengfeng's words made Qin Mieqin stay where he was. His eyes flashed and his expression was moved. Finally, he let out a long sigh and said, "See you at twilight tomorrow at the foot of Wanjian Mountain."