Hanshan goes south, thousands of miles south.
The night sky is like splashing ink, with no stars and no moon. Surrounded by mountains, the vast lake is like a giant well, and the darkness is bottomless.
This lake is called 'Mingyue Lake', although the climate here is cloudy and foggy, so that half of the year, the moon cannot be seen on the lake.
Mingyue is just the name of a sword.
The sword protrudes like the moon, and the night is like the day, shocking all directions.
The owner of the sword, Yun Xuzi, the head of Mingyue Lake, sat in the Huxin Pavilion and made tea.
Before the heat was reached, the cold water had not boiled, a person had already walked on the bamboo road on the lake.
The handsome young man stood outside the pavilion and saluted: "Disciple congratulates Master on leaving the customs."
Yun Xuzi nodded slightly: "Come."
When the young man walked into the pavilion, it was Jing Di, the eldest disciple of Mingyue Lake. At this time, he was introverted in his sharpness, and his advance and retreat were moderate, which was completely different from the appearance of the Qi-shattering Hanshan cultivator in the food shop.
Yun Xuzi is no longer a majestic head, but a loving master: "What is the benefit of your travels?"
Jing Di answered one by one, and finally said: "The disciple encountered a young man who was born with a sword spirit. Unfortunately, his heart is toward Hanshan. On my way back, I heard that his reputation has spread."
The water in the kettle was gradually boiling, and the fine water bubbles made a faint cracking sound. Yun Xuzi poured the tea powder into the water, as if he was interested: "Oh, how do you say it?"
"Hanshan calls him the successor of Ji Xiao Zhenren."
Yun Xuzi's smile faded: "These minor details are worth your attention?"
Jing Di bowed his head and said nothing. The pavilion was silent for a while.
When the tea soup boiled for the second time, Yun Xuzi said: "I know that you are out of your mind, and you seldom restrain you. I don't want to pay attention to the ridiculous things you do outside. At the moment, the battle of the Vast Sea Secret Realm, you have a certain degree of confidence. The next step?"
Jing Di said proudly, "Eighty percent."
"Not enough!" Yun Xuzi said sharply: "Before the secret realm opens, don't go down the mountain again!"
Jing Di hurriedly bowed down: "The disciple will go all out to win the beginning of the sky and dedicate it to the master."
Yun Xuzi continued to make tea: "Go."
The young man exited the pavilion and walked towards the winding bamboo road paved on the lake. His figure was gradually hidden by the night fog.
The fire went out, Yun Xuzi poured two bowls of tea, and the soup was just right.
Someone said: "The water is too old."
I don't know when, in the seat opposite Yun Xuzi, a person drinking tea has appeared.
He may have been there all along, or he may have just arrived, but in the Jingdi realm, he could not detect this person's breath at all.
Yun Xuzi asked, "Uncle Master, what do you think this child is?"
The man sat in a place where the candles couldn't shine, and put down the tea bowl: "You can be a pawn, but it is difficult to be a big responsibility. I have other arrangements for the secret realm of the vast sea."
Yun Xuzi said: "Everything is at the orders of the uncle. I only have one thing that I don't understand. Not long after Ji Xiao died, Han Shan got a new Xiantian sword body. Is there such a coincidence?"
The man smiled and said, "Is it really a congenital sword body, or is it acquired, does it matter?"
For some reason, Yun Xuzi was relieved: "It seems that Ji Xiao is really dead. It was Han Shan who came up with this method."
If Ji Xiao was seriously injured and escaped, he would try his best to hide his traces and secretly restore his cultivation. You are still weak, how dare you show up in front of people
If Han Shan gets the news of Ji Xiao, he will definitely start the mountain protection formation and seal the mountain to avoid the world. The shrinking power was in full force, and it was silent for a long time.
But now, only Hanshan needs Ji Xiao's remaining power.
All great figures will eventually be forgotten, and new stars will rise. Of course, for the Hanshan Sword Sect, the slower the process, the better.
Choose a young man to build momentum for him and create a gimmick of Ji Xiao's successor, so that the world will not lose confidence in Hanshan's future.
It's not a clever method, but it's not bad either.
"Of course he's dead, one hundred and twenty years. He's not dead, he can't tell."
How to kill the invincible swordsman in the world
It takes enough time and patience, prudent plans are interlocked together, and the seemingly impossible can be accomplished with mental calculations.
Several big figures standing at the top of the cultivation world have been waiting for this killing round for one hundred and twenty years.
Fortunately, practitioners have a long lifespan, and the longer they live, the more comprehensive and complex their thinking will become.
After drinking the tea soup, the man looked up at the vast night sky, remembering the past years, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart:
"Ji Xiao is immortal, some people can't prove it, and some people can't sleep."
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After dark, the Hanshan Library is brightly lit.
As long as the time of Hai is approaching, and Elder Meng has not returned to Changchun Peak, Xiao Daotong will come to the library to find him and hold the scroll for him.
For the first time, Meng Xueli said, "I remember the road, so I don't have to come to pick him up at night."
Liu Xiaohuai replied respectfully, and after a long time asked in a low voice, "Elder Meng, do you want to choose another Taoist boy?"
Like him, who is in charge of trivial matters such as messenger Sasao in the peak, is called Sasao boy. Another kind of Taoist boy who can follow the elders to walk outside is called a sword-holding boy. Although they are all Taoist children, it is obvious that the latter has more face.
Meng Xueli didn't know what was going on. Seeing that the child was a little aggrieved, he acquiesced to him. Therefore, the other elders' Daotong held swords, and his Daotong held a book, which also became a scene of Hanshan.
The library contains not only Taoist scriptures and sword tricks, but also miscellaneous books such as essays, travel notes, autobiographies, etc.
When Meng Xueli first came, he wanted to find out if Ji Xiao had left anything, but was told regretfully by the deacon in the building: "The real person never wrote books."
The building is divided into nine floors, and the layout of each floor is roughly the same. Rows of tall bookshelves are six feet apart, allowing several people to pass through without hindrance. There are many desks under the window on the other side, for the industrious disciples who read at night with the lamp to sit.
Meng Xueli liked to come at night. Candles were lit all over the floor, and the flames jumped. Those carved candlesticks protruded from the outer side of the bookshelf and hung overhead, like the stars on the snowy mountain at night, bright and numerous.
It was getting dark, and there were fewer and fewer disciples in the building. Meng Xueli closed the book and walked from the table by the window to the bookshelf, intending to read the next volume.
Suddenly, he heard low voices from outside the two bookshelves, with the words 'Junior Brother Xiao' vaguely spoken, but this time he didn't hear 'Ji Xiao Zhenren', Meng Xueli stopped.
The cultivator's five senses are keen, and he vaguely perceives that the group is six or seven young people with low cultivation bases, probably outside disciples.
"Speaking of which, do you know where Junior Brother Xiao is from?"
"He is a southerner, and he will go south after passing the Yunzhong Mountain Range."
"Since it's the south, why didn't you enter Mingyue Lake?"
"Senior Brother Zhang, they are lucky. They grabbed people in front of Mingyue Lake and brought them back. It's also a remote place in the village. Most people really can't find it. It can only be said that it was a coincidence."
"The village? I saw Junior Brother Xiao describe his behavior, and thought he was from a noble family, but he wasn't?"
"I only found out about it when I asked Senior Brother Li, so please don't say it. It is said that Junior Brother Xiao's parents passed away early, and..."
Meng Xueli frowned slightly when she heard this.
The lonely young man in the barren mountains and ridges, who once became a genius of Xianmen, is like a jade from a pile of rocks. It is indeed legendary and worth discussing.
The few people who spoke did not have any malicious intentions, just curiosity. But the speaker has no intention, and the listener has intention. Meng Xueli thought that if that junior brother Xiao knew that his classmates were talking about his background behind his back, he might not feel very well.
It's like he doesn't like to hear others compare a certain junior to Ji Xiao, no matter whether the speaker is malicious or not.
The more the disciples chatted, the happier they became, Meng Xueli's mind changed: There is no one else on this floor, I quietly walked around and shouted suddenly from their backs, which must have scared them all over the place.
He put down the scroll, restrained his breath, and walked forward lightly. Seeing that there is only one bookshelf away... A person suddenly appeared in the dark, almost face to face with him!
Meng Xueli was unprepared, and in horror, he took two steps back and slammed into the bookshelf. The candlestick hanging above his head shook violently, and the burning candle fell.
He should have easily avoided and subconsciously attacked the comer. However, at this moment, he could see the face of the man clearly.
The next moment, Meng Xueli was pulled into his arms. The lamp fell, creating a spark in the darkness.
The man embraced him with one hand, caught the candle with the other, passed over his head, and placed it firmly back on the candlestick.
"It's alright."
Meng Xueli froze in place, a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, as if they had known each other before, or there was an arrangement in the past, and they were destined to know each other.
Complicated emotions flooded him, he wanted to cry and laugh, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy.
The man seemed to be dissatisfied with his recklessness, and took two steps back, but did not let go: "This is an ever-bright lamp lit by shark oil. It will not go out for thousands of years, and the flame is very hot."
Meng Xueli couldn't hear clearly, and when he looked up, he saw only the candlelight in his eyes.
Not far away, there was a sound of a broken drink: "Hugh is rude, this is Elder Meng of Changchun Peak."
When Liu Xiaohuai went upstairs, he met a group of outer disciples who were running around in panic. He ran closer, only to see Meng Xueli teary-eyed, and someone grabbed his wrist and dared not resist.
Immediately took out the courage to face Que Xianming: "Let go of the elders!"