Jiangnan Hongdeer Cave.

After just working in the rice fields, the old man with a wine pot was drinking bad wine while listening to the sound of the children practicing swords by the rice fields, he returned to his residence.

The old man with sheepskin fur lives in a dilapidated yellow mud house, with a waterless pond in front of the house.

When the old man was young, he went down the mountain to walk around the world. Before leaving this yellow mud house, he went to the market to buy two green and red carp and stocked them in the pond. He was as arrogant as he was, thinking that he could be invincible after exploring the world for half a year. Later, he was indeed invincible after not half a year, but for many years. When he came back, he was no longer without an opponent.

The Trojan was broken, holding a box of ashes. At that time, the house had already been destroyed, the pond was dry, and there was no idea where the two carp had gone.

The world of the world is always a place where people cannot guess the ending.

Li Chungang smiled gracefully at the broken house in the pond, and his expression seemed to have returned to the demeanor of meeting the mountains when he first left the river and lake. He walked through the yellow mud house and climbed the mountain along the weedy mountain road.

The top of the mountain was where he used to practice swords. There was a smooth cliff left on the top of the mountain. The name of the Sword God's opening up the mountain began from here.

There is a barren tomb on the cliff on the mountain. The old man with sheepskin fur suddenly recovered to the old man. He squatted down to pull out the weeds, revealing the tombstone in front of the tomb. There was no word on the monument, and there was a sword standing beside it. The sword had no name. It was the sword he had before he went to the Wu family's sword tomb to get to the Mumaha.

The old man with the sheep fur pulled out the nameless sword with his sword sheath, leaned against the tombstone, and drank and looked at the clouds on the mountain that were as close as before his eyes.

The clouds in the distance were cut by a sword. The old sword god smiled and waved to the sky. In less than a few blinks, a white-clothed sword came to the old man.

"I thought it was the old boy of Sui Xiegu, but I didn't expect you, Boy Ye."

Ye Qi put away the sword of Lu Zu, full of burnt marks, and said, "Ten days ago, there was a rumor in the world that the sword god Li Chungang is about to die. No matter how you say it, I will come to see you off."

The old man in sheepskin fur said: "In fact, I can live for another eight or ten years, but I don't want to survive, nor do I want to open the Tianmen to the Breaking Immortal Realm with one sword, and that's it there.

Now I have passed on your concept of one-foot sword to the children here. Most of them are ordinary, but there are also one or two sword embryos that can always be passed on. With you and Deng Tai'a in this world, the sword art will definitely be the leader. For eight years and ten years, I don't know if I can move the sword at that time. It's better to take advantage of the moment and fight with Sui Xiegu in the end, and die early and reincarnate early."

Ye Qi said indifferently: "Whatever you want."

Neither of them should have thought that the next thousand years of martial arts will always be the peak of swordsmanship.

Li Chungang felt that there was always a trace of Buddha's aura on his white-clothed swordsman beside him. The old thief turned around and said, "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that you, the boy who can't beat a fool with two sticks, will fall in love in one day."

Ye Qi thought Li Chungang's dirty words were like a wind in his ears and said, "Why can you not be moved by others without plants? The sword god who was full of energy back then was like this."

Li Chungang sighed and said, "The sword practitioner is still Deng Tai'a Xiaolu."

"It's just that he is not as lucky as you."

"I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, I feel uncomfortable." Li Chungang picked up the wine and took a big sip, and said, "Boy Ye, please give me a clear idea and tell the truth. Where did your sword come from and how did it come from?"

"You might as well ask me where I came from."

"Where did you come from?"

"Outside."

"The Immortal Realm?"

"No, it has nothing to do with it."

Li Chungang stood up, circled around Ye Qi twice, and then said clearly: "No wonder you can kill Zhao Huangchao before you even realized the big finger mystery. That immortal, the most fun thing is luck, but falling on your boy and the sword will be useless."

A heroic voice came from the weed path on the mountain: "Li Chungang, I'm here."

Li Chungang glared at the foot of the mountain, spat out of the cliff, and cursed: "Come on, let me get up."

After a while, the two old men with one arm were both broken and looked at each other tensely, not like the two swordsmen before the duel, but rather like two quarrels.

After the two of them snorted together, Sui Xiegu said first: "I am increasingly unable to see you with your cross-eyes. I don't know if all the girls in the world were blind back then. I have to like you so much that they loved you."

Li Chungang said disdainfully: "I can't stand your ugly appearance in Sui Xiegu. I'm jealous of my romantic back then. Unfortunately, you are too ugly. No one wants you to throw it into the pigpen."

"In a few years, someone will come to Jiangnan in my western Sichuan."

"They will be beaten into pig's heads."

Ye Qi frowned, and said, "You two, just fight, what are you going to do?"

The two of them snorted coldly again, and Li Chungang said, "Sui Xiegu, in fact, our swordsmanship has been more transparent. If we compare, it doesn't mean much. Let's change the comparison method."

"Oh?" Sui Xiegu said with great interest: "What is the comparison? Tell me."

"You and I have seen that Ye Xiaozi's sword gains enlightenment. When we go to Beimang to kill people, whoever kills more will win."

"It's possible, but you guys are going to lose."

Two old men with broken arms are worthy of being the sword-carrying tripods that have been around for a hundred years. They are straightforward and leave as soon as they say hello. As soon as they finish speaking, one person takes the sword and the other flies to the north.

Ye Qi looked outside the sky. No one dared to say that the gangsters of the world only miss themselves but not the country.

...

The conversation between the old and the young was remembered on the mountain road.

"Grandpa, I'm a little tired."

"I'm tired, then I'll carry you."

"Grandpa, if you are tired, you don't have to carry me."

"I'm not angry, I'm not tired."

After a while, Wang Xianzhi came to the mountain with a girl in green on her back. Seeing that Ye Qi was the only one, Wang Xianzhi sighed and said, "It's still too late."

Ye Qi glanced at the green girl who was sleeping well on Wang Xianzhi's back, and smiled and said, "It's not too late, you can pick him up later."

"Ye Jianxian did not disappoint me." With Wang Xianzhi's temperament, he should have been extremely heroic when he said this, but in order not to wake up the girl behind him, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, which seemed a bit funny to listen to.

Ye Qi stretched his waist and said, "I'll beat you a lot later."
Chapter completed!