The division commander left alone and everyone got on the boat again.

Some people are easy to get along with, while others are born difficult to get along with.

Mao Qile and Zhang Shiwu are the kind of people who are naturally easy to get along with. Even if they go to watch the fun, they will try every means to shout and call out more people with their classmates.

When they said they were close, they naturally became close to Wang Jingmeng.

For Wang Jingmeng, there are many such senior brothers in Bashan Sword Field.

But for them, Wang Jingmeng is the most special junior brother in Bashan Sword Field.

The choice and path this junior brother may completely determine the future of Bashan Sword Field.

...

When these small boats docked, the gate of Bashan Sword Field was already close in front of you.

"That's the stone cut by Gu Liren with one sword that day?"

A woman from Yunshui Palace spoke.

Everyone's eyes naturally fell on the round rock on one side of the mountain road.

This question is not required to be answered.

However, the woman from Yunshui Palace who made a name for making a name for herself was a little embarrassed and felt that her words might not be accurate.

Because Gu Liren used a sword that day, the sword energy fell from all directions between heaven and earth toward the stone, but he didn't know whether it was cutting or carving the sword tip.

"Who is that person?"

Wang Jingmeng had already heard about all this on the road that was related to Gu Liren, but his eyes only stopped on the stone for a moment and then fell under the shade of a tree by the road.

A man sat quietly on the stone under the shade of the tree.

This is an old man wearing an old cloth shirt. His face is very ordinary, but his body naturally reveals a sense of bleakness that is extremely disharmonious with the world.

Seeing him just sitting there quietly, it is easy to instantly remind people of the lotus pond in the cold winter, and the dead branches and leaves spread on the frost soil.

"We don't know much, we just call him Master Nangong."

Yan Xinlan looked at the man and said, "It's rare to meet him."

Mao Qile said softly: "I heard that after Uncle Gu's body was transported back to the mountain gate, Master Nangong left the mountain gate and kept guarding this stone. He had been on the side of this stone for so many days."

There must be a special reason for anyone to be obsessed with something and behave differently from ordinary people.

Qi Hanshan looked at the old man, and he thought of a possibility, and quickly confirmed this possibility.

He was the first to walk forward, bowed and said, "Is it Senior Nangong Jingtian?"

The old man nodded, looked at Qi Hanshan and said, "Do you recognize me?"

Qi Hanshan also nodded and said, "My younger brother Qi Hanshan."

The old man's thoughts seemed not active. He was silent for a moment, and seemed to remember who Qi Hanshan was and said, "So it was the Master of the Demon Sword and Sword, and also Gu Liren's friend?"

Qi Hanshan’s conversation with the old man was very calm, and even because the old man spoke too long, it seemed a bit intermittent, but the content of the conversation between the two still shocked many people from Yunshui Palace.

They never thought that this old man would be Nangong Jingtian.

They didn't expect that Nangong Jingtian would be a member of the Bashan Sword Field.

"I didn't expect you to live in seclusion in the Bashan Sword Field." Qi Hanshan spoke at this time. What he said happened to be the voice of many of them.

"I live in seclusion here, accompanied by the strongest swordsman in the world, but I still can't escape the so-called fate and curse." Nangong Jingtian stood up, his eyes crossed Qi Hanshan's body and fell on Wang Jingmeng, "He is Gu Liren's disciple. Did you send him back?"

Qi Hanshan said: "Yes."

He had already clearly understood the old man's emotions at this time, but Wang Jingmeng knew nothing, including the name Nangong Jingtian and the story behind this name.

"It turns out that Master Nangong... is actually..." Lin Zhuojiu, Mao Qilean and others were all so shocked that they were speechless.

"What does it mean?" Wang Jingmeng frowned and couldn't help asking.

"There are four major clans in Changling, the Gongsun family, the Lu family, the Li family and the Nangong family. They are the richest and most powerful families in your Qin Dynasty." Yun Tang's voice sounded faintly, and she didn't seem to care that Nangong Jingtian heard her reply to Wang Jingmeng at this time: "Nangong Jingtian, one of the most talented practitioners of the Nangong family in the past century, was the legendary curse before birth. He was born with a difficult childbirth. In order to save his and his mother's lives, his father used all possible medicines to seek medicine, but the medicine that the doctor finally seized from a doctor was the life-saving medicine used by the doctor to protect his wife's difficult childbirth. As a result, he was born smoothly, but the doctor died of both his wife and his children."

"The doctor heard from some wizard or a witch book. Just when he was full moon, he poked his eyes on the road in front of Nangong's house, cut blood and flesh on the top of his head, poured corpse oil into it, lit an oil lamp, and chanted a vicious curse and died."

"The final result was that his mother was extremely frightened and died in a nightmare the next day. After that, no one who was close to Nangong Jingtian would end up dead and would be killed."

"In the end, even his father was as afraid of him as a snake and scorpion, and sent him to the other court to practice."

"But in the end I didn't return home and lived in seclusion in this Bashan Sword Field. I guess there are many unknown stories in it."

Wang Jingmeng listened quietly.

After hearing these words, his expression did not change much.

"I never believe in so-called fate and curse."

He walked towards the old man and the stone, and his calm and firm voice rang out in the woods.

"You really believe in fate and curse?"

He looked straight into the old man's eyes and asked seriously, "You stayed in Bashan just because you think my master is the strongest swordsman in the world. No one can make him accident. Do you think that relying on him can break the fate and curse that entangled you for the rest of your life?"

Everything about Nangong Jingtian seemed unusually slow.

He looked at Wang Jingmeng for a long time, then laughed, laughing a little sad and comfortingly.

"No, I don't believe in fate and curse. It's just that the so-called fate and curse brings with me always." Nangong Jingtian slowly stretched out his hand. He touched Wang Jingmeng's head and said softly: "When I saw your master, he looked at me like this and asked me like this."

Back then... When he and Gu Liren met for the first time, Gu Liren was naturally not the number one swordsman in the world.

"So you should have taught me a lot of things?"

Wang Jingmeng heard a lot of unusual meanings, and bowed to Nangong Jingtian.

"I have no disciples in Bashan Sword Field, I just taught him something."
Chapter completed!