Chapter 88 At the end of this winter

The old man Qing Huang walked slowly in the academy, not in a hurry to get the sword.

When a person is old, his heart is always not as ruthless as when he was young, and he also misses the old days. He wants to take another look, to see this academy, and to see those good young people.

Reform kills.

He wanted to watch and talk for a while before he died.

For this reason, the old man Qinghuang met the two young people.

The first time I met Chen Jiu, the old man Qing Huang found him, invited him to walk in the snow, and asked him questions first.

"When will you enter the sixth realm of physical cultivation?"

Chen Jiu shook his head, "I don't know."

The old man Qing Huang nodded and said: "The matter of breaking the realm is mysterious and mysterious. Some people step up to heaven and man, and some people build foundations all their lives, so you don't have to worry."

Chen Jiu nodded lightly, "Yes."

The old man Qing Huang put his hand behind his back, and said again: "You are quite a good person, the old sword god has good eyesight, and he has accepted a good disciple."

Chen Jiu agreed, "That's not true."

The old man looked at him with a smile on his face, "Young people, don't be complacent, being humble is always more likable."

He paused, and then said: "Of course, as long as you don't do bad things and are willing to do good things, then you are a very good young man no matter what."

The wind and snow stopped slowly, and the two did not leave.

The old man looked at Chen Jiu and asked, "A little disappointed in the world?"

Chen Jiu bowed his head, "Yes."

The old man Qinghuang replied: "Then you might as well go and see again, the joys and sorrows in the world are always the most touching."

The old man folded his sleeves, "After reading it, I hope you can understand what you can do for the world, what you should do for the world, and then dare to do it."

What about the old man himself?

Of course he was going to die.

The cold wind howled.

The two turned their heads to look at the same time. Two long footprints were engraved in the snow. The old man stepped shallowly, so his footprint was smoothed by the snow and gradually disappeared.

The second old man to meet young people is Lin Xuan, a Confucian romantic.

The two met at night, and the house was brightly lit.

The old man Qinghuang looked at him, and said slowly: "After the discussion of the hundred schools of thought is over, let's go back to Fubaizhou Academy as soon as possible."

Lin Xuan looked straight at the old man, "I can't help?"

The old man shook his head, "When you inherit the reputation of Confucian swords in the future, maybe you can, but not now."

Lin Xuan lowered his head, "I won't leave."

The old man nodded, "Up to you."

He sighed again, and said to Lin Xuan: "If it's not troublesome, I can help take care of that kid Zuo Hao. He is still a young man and needs someone to guide him slowly."

Lin Xuan didn't speak, and tightly held the flying sword at his waist.

The old man was also speechless, because he knew that Lin Xuan would definitely come, but it didn't matter, he had asked someone to help stop him.

It was another young man, a wonderful young man too.

The presence of these young people in the world will always make the old people feel very gratified.

The discussion of Taoism by a hundred schools of thought in the academy ended at the end of winter. After exchanging greetings with all schools of thought, the big and small sects left separately.

The monks of the military family live in seclusion these days and do not talk to other monks and disciples.

In the last snow of late winter.

The old man Qing Huang sat in the school and took a sip of hot tea.

The wind and snow outside are swaying and getting weaker and weaker. The school has returned to its former appearance and is no longer lively.

After taking another sip of tea, the old man Qing Huang put down the tea cup, covered it lightly, stood up slowly, picked up the long sword at the side, hugged it in his arms, and walked with his sleeves folded.

The old man stepped on the snow and began to climb the ladder.

Every time he walked up a step, a sword-wielding man would suddenly appear behind the old man.

The sword bearers walked slowly with the old man, with different expressions, but none of them showed fear on their faces.

Military swordsman, why should he be afraid of death?

There are seventy-two steps in total.

That is the Seventy-two Swordsman of the Military Academy.

When the group reached the height of the school palace, there were already two old men waiting for them, who also wore swords, and said with a smile.

"Why are you here so late, if it's later, we'll go ahead and kill the three Confucian saints."

The old man Qinghuang smiled, "It's not too late now."

Today, the three patriarchs of the military family took seventy-two sword repairmen to the highest place of the academy to ask the three sages of swords!

Among the three sages of Confucianism, the gray-eyed sage in Confucian shirt looked at the old man Qinghuang, and said helplessly.

"Why is this so, can't we wait a few more thousand years?"

The old man Qing Huang hugged his sword and said with a smile: "I can wait, and you can too, but mortals in the world can't wait for a moment."

The old man's face darkened, "What's more, after thousands of years, whether the school is still a school or not, we can't talk about it!"

The three ancestors of the military family and the seventy-two swordsmen drew their swords at the same time.

In an instant, the sword energy on the top of Xuegong Mountain was roaring like waves!

Lin Xuan climbed the stairs slowly, and also went to the high place of the academy.

Where there is sword energy, where there are strong men, and where there are more Qinghuang old people.

The old man Qinghuang saved him, now it is up to him to save the old man, the key is not whether he can be saved, but whether he will go or not.

The Merry Man walked forward with his head bowed, but his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he raised his head.

At the top of the steps, sat a man in a green shirt, who was looking at him with his head propped up, and said softly.

"The old man told me not to let you pass."

Lin Xuan looked at the sword energy on the top of the mountain, "I know you want to go there too."

Chen Jiu nodded, "But you will die if you go, so the old man doesn't want you to go there, and neither do I."

Lin Xuan nodded.

That leaves nothing to say.

He suddenly stepped forward and pulled out the flying sword named "Wan Jun" from his waist.

Within a hundred meters, the general trend of heaven and earth pressed down, and the steps collapsed.

Chen Jiu's body seemed to be filled with cement, it was unbearably heavy, and it was pressed to the bottom together with the stone ladder.

Holding the sword, Lin Xuan took the wind directly to the top of the mountain regardless of Chen Jiu.

When he was walking in the air, a golden figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and then he punched him hard, sending him falling straight to the bottom of the mountain.

Holding the sword, Lin Xuan's face gradually darkened, and he stopped pulling back.

Feijian "Wanjun", what is Wanjun?

Let the sky sink to the bottom, it is Wanjun.

With a slash of his sword, Chen Jiu fell into the mountains and smashed into pieces.

But before Lin Xuan Yujian was far away, the golden figure rose up from the ground again and punched him.

Lin Xuan, as a seven-level swordsman, naturally suppressed Chen Jiu, but no matter how he used his sword, Chen Jiu was always able to stick to him, and his aura remained undiminished.

The sword energy at the top of Xuegong Mountain suddenly stirred up, and became even more powerful.

Lin Xuan's expression became anxious, and he swung his sword at Chen Jiuyi regardless of other things.

This sword has not yet been released.

The mountain range was crushed to pieces, and Chen Jiu stood in place, unable to move at all, being suppressed by the gravity of heaven and earth.

Thousands of miles of martial arts are concentrated, trying to squeeze out the general trend of the world, but it is still not enough.

Chen Jiu's body was covered with gold patterns, and the martial arts beads were about to appear.

This sword is about to cut.

Suddenly there was a crisp sword sound.

The world was suddenly quiet, and Tao Li stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at his junior brother and the young man with a helpless expression on his face.

These two people can't be allowed to fight again, otherwise one of them will be seriously injured and fall to the ground.

From the current point of view, the probability of his junior brother being seriously injured will be higher.

Then you can't continue to fight.

Tao Li looked up at the top of the mountain again. There was a strong sword spirit there, and the middle-aged man looked yearning, sighed again, and stood quietly.

In the academy, the various schools of thought had different expressions.

Some of the top-ranked ancestors of scholars directly took action to help the three saints, and there were also ancestors of scholars who looked quietly, feeling a lot of emotion in their hearts.

Confucianism seeks stability, military strategists seek reform, and the combat power of the two is almost the same, so they are destined to fight.

What makes people palpitate is that this may be just a small slapstick in the Tianguangzhou Academy.

In the future, Confucianism and military strategists in the whole world may fight.

By that time, the academy will be in complete chaos.

Some people don't want to have civil strife in the academy, and some are looking forward to it. This is an excellent opportunity.

Chance to reach the top.

There is a sword on the top of Xuegong mountain, which cuts a saint first, and then opens the sky.

After the old man Qing Huang slashed out the sword, he stood up and died.

There are seventy-two swordsmen in the military, and no one survives.

The red-faced Taoist sat in the Taoist temple, looked at the sword, and said in a deep voice.

"Thank you very much, your sword skills are average, and you are a hero!"

At the end of the winter of this year, the ancestor of the military family came to Xie, beheaded the saint with his sword and died.