Chapter 144: Broken halberds and buried in the sands, new bones buried · Thirteen

Before he went up to Mount Hua, he had thought of countless scenes of reunion.

Or he could wait at the foot of the mountain and pretend to be waiting for a long time; or he could go to the top of the mountain and make a presence during the third Huashan Sword Contest and win the first place in the world for his master...

But he didn't expect to bump into him so unexpectedly.

Even the old mischievous boy Zhou Botong has changed from Wang Chongyang's naughty junior brother to an old man with chicken skin and crane hair. Master...

Xiao Hao stared at Huang Yaoshi without blinking, his eyes were sad and his throat was choked.

Huang Yaoshi still wore the same green shirt, with a jade Xiao hanging around his waist, and he had a kind of unrestrained and unrestrained handsomeness. In front of these relatives and friends, he did not wear a mask. Although his face was trembling due to his profound inner strength, it could not hide the frost carved on his forehead and eyes by the years.

His black hair had turned white, and Xiao Hao suddenly realized that so much time had passed.

Sixty years... seemed like a big dream to him. He had a living body for a long time, so he had never really faced it. The immutability in himself was actually a very distant thing for others.

He didn't know how long he had been away from this world, but when he was short and stout, he could lift his head to grab his master's hand, and jump to hug his master's waist. It was all as clear as yesterday, without any trace of fading.

The green mountains are still there, but it's a pity that the red face has aged.

He was very reluctant to face this, but it was right in front of him.

Master... is old.

Xiao Hao's eyes flickered, and he couldn't say a word.

People say that homesickness makes one feel more timid. This reunion after a long separation was much more difficult than he imagined.

He stood here in confusion, but the people in front of him had no idea what he was thinking. Sishui Yuyin and others had seen him in Wusheng Pass, and they immediately called out his name:

"Isn't this General Xiao from Wusheng Pass! Why are you here? I heard that the treacherous prime minister Jia Sidao made things difficult for you. Did you suffer any loss in Lin'an Prefecture?"

Xiao Hao had not yet recovered from his daze, and did not respond for a while. The two men who were knocked down by his shield rolled on the ground, climbed up, and took out their weapons. Seeing that they were attacked from both sides, Huang Yaoshi, Yang Guo and his group were of course no match for them, but the iron block in front of them was much heavier than them.

They looked at each other and wanted to slip away from Xiao Hao.

Guo Xiang's eyes were sharp, and she immediately shouted, "Big brother! They are going to run away!"

Yang Guo moved upon hearing the sound, and with a flick of his sleeves, he had rolled up several hidden weapons in his sleeves, but before he could launch them, Xiao Hao had already raised his black iron shield and smashed it over.

The solid shield made a loud "clang" sound. Xiao Hao kept moving, pressing the shield against the enemy. With enough anger, he raised his sword and used it as a habit to chop off the enemy.

However, just when the sword was halfway through, Guo Xiang screamed "Ah!".

Xiao Hao suddenly realized that this was not a battlefield, and the people under his sword were not Mongolian soldiers. This blow would probably kill both of them. He immediately stopped the sword and moved to the side, chopping off the whip in Yin Kexi's hand.

Xiao Xiangzi was hit in the chest by his sword, and was seriously injured. He lay on the ground and cried out in pain. Yin Kexi was also frightened by Xiao Hao's ferocious appearance. His hands and feet were weak and he dared not move easily.

There were still blood beads on Xiao Hao's blade. Although he did not kill the two on the spot, such a fatal attack really frightened the few people in front of him who had always been kind.

Master Yideng and Jueyuan, who was with Zhang Junbao, hurriedly put their hands together, frowned and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Sishui Yuyin swallowed his saliva and murmured: "General Xiao is so murderous!"

Xiao Hao raised his head at a loss, not knowing where to put his shield and sword. Like a child who had done something wrong, he looked straight at Huang Yaoshi.

Seeing his demeanor, everyone was confused and thought that he had been ostracized in the capital, so he was so lost that he came to Huashan and was caught in such a wolfish look.

Master Jueyuan walked up to Xiao and Yin, shaking his head in shock and regret, saying, "Sins, sins... You two laymen borrowed the precious scriptures and didn't return them. I chased you here and you suffered this bloody disaster. I feel very sorry..."

The two on the ground had no strength to answer him. They held back their blood and didn't dare to spit out a word, fearing that Xiao Hao would take the opportunity to kill them.

Everyone had gathered around and asked Jueyuan what happened. Only then did they know that the two had sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion and stole the Nine Yang Manual. They were also slick and unreasonable. They saw that Jueyuan was pedantic and ignorant of the world, so they deceived him and got entangled with him.

After listening to their chattering, Xiao Hao finally came back to his senses. He put his iron shield and strange sword on the ground with a clang and asked the two men in a cold voice, "Where are the scriptures?"

The two men thought that with the two masters Jueyuan and Yideng here, and Guo Jing and others being well-known kind-hearted knights, no matter how powerful this iron lump was, he could not resist the Five Wonders. They gradually calmed down and started to play tricks.

"We didn't steal any scriptures at all! You are so unreasonable when you are in large numbers and bully the few!"

Xiao Hao raised his eyebrows and was about to scold them coldly, but he heard Ruoyuan shaking his head and agreeing: "Not bad, not bad, everyone should be reasonable."

Everyone was speechless and choked. This monk Ruoyuan might be a fool. No wonder they haven't caught these two people after chasing for so long.

Xiao Hao rarely met his master again, and didn't want to be disturbed by these two people. However, due to the crowd, he could only act as a background board, pretending to be fierce and difficult to provoke, to scare these two villains.

The two of them couldn't escape, so they had to let them search them. Unfortunately, everyone got nothing and didn't find any trace of the scriptures, so they had to let them go down the mountain.

Xiao Xiangzi was badly injured by Xiao Hao and had no strength to stand. Yin Kexi supported him and left with him.

After they walked away, Xiao Hao was noticed by everyone again. He was introduced to several old acquaintances in Wusheng Pass.

Zhou Botong was fearless and even shrank behind Yinggu when he saw Xiao Hao. He looked quite surprised and said while shaking: "I thought it was the barefoot kid who came back. I didn't expect that the one who was shouting in Dasheng Pass that day was such a murderous big iron block. I can't afford to play with it..."

Xiao Hao was even more at a loss. He didn't know whether he should take out the Tanghulu that he wanted to reminisce about Zhou Botong.

That's right. He is now a bloody general of the Cangyun Army. He is completely different from the swordsman who was wielding the sword and moving around. His temperament is also completely different. At that time, he was full of troublemakers in the martial arts world, and he never killed people without blinking an eye. Now he is on the edge of a knife and has no regard for life and death. His whole body is filled with the murderous aura that came from a mountain of corpses and bones...

When did he become like this? Xiao Hao didn't know.

He felt a little sad, but this kind of sadness was indescribable and he had no way to express it.

When Huang Yaoshi heard that he was the one who transmitted the message at Dasheng Pass that day, his eyes relaxed a little. But after Zongzipo, he had developed some resistance to people with the same name in the Cangyun Army. Xiao Hao had neither snow-white hair nor the slightest naivety of Xiu Tai, not to mention that he looked like a man who used to use a knife all year round. The rope on his palm was completely different from that of a man who was used to using double swords.

So many years have passed, and there are more than one people with the same name. He should have gotten used to it.

Huang Yaoshi didn't know why he had that expression when he saw him before, but people around him said that he was ostracized in Lin'an Prefecture, so maybe that was it.

He had an indescribable feeling. He felt that Xiao Hao was similar to him in every way, but he also felt that he was not similar at all.

Perhaps it was that absent-minded look that reminded him of his disciple who went out to sea alone. Although

the spirits in the mountains are different from mortals, Huang Yaoshi could not help but worry about whether he was well these years. Since ancient times, those who went to the immortal mountain were no different from those who died. The day after Xiao Hao left, Huang Yaoshi had guessed that he probably would not come back.

The stone tablet at Zongzipo completely made him see things clearly. After all, mortals and creatures like them were not in the same world, and birth, aging, sickness and death were the norm. If he came back here and saw them, young and old, or a pile of green tombs, he would be even more sad. It would be better not to come back and not to meet them.

Meeting someone so similar to him today was an unexpected surprise. Although Huang Yaoshi didn't like his cold and murderous aura, he still had a good impression of him and said in a gentle voice, "It was a pity that we passed each other at Wusheng Pass. It is the fate of you and me, Huang Laoxie, to meet you at Huashan today."

Xiao Hao opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond to this unfamiliar tone.

The master's voice was also old.

The look Huang Yaoshi gave him could still be described as caring for the young, but something was missing.

Xiao Hao thought about it carefully and understood immediately. It was... pampering.

He was so old, and he had lived for more than a hundred years. How could he still be so awkward in dealing with the ways of the world?

Xiao Hao took out the pair of swords Zhao Yun had given him from his backpack and handed them to Huang Yaoshi silently.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes widened slightly, and he slowly raised his head to look at him.

Among the crowd, Yang Guo and others naturally didn't know what happened to them in the past, and Guo Jing was also completely confused. Huang Rong had heard her parents talk about a junior brother who was the best in the world since she was a child. Seeing this scene, she decisively pulled Guo Jing to shut up and watch.

Yideng, Zhou Botong and others had all seen Xiao Hao, and when they saw him handing out the double swords, they all fell silent.

Huang Yaoshi was silent for a while, and said with a calm face: "You can use swords?"

Xiao Hao nodded heavily, and held the double swords and wanted to do something.

But when he picked up the sword, he realized that he couldn't use Qixiu's martial arts at all.

It's not that he doesn't know how to use a sword, but the light sword of the hidden sword is a single weapon, and the heart sword is an invisible sword intent. He only uses one hand, and what he uses is not the ape sword method at all.

At this time, the more he wants to use a set of sword dance, the more he doesn't know how to support his wrist and footsteps. The eagerness in his heart makes the sword moves worse and worse.

Xiao Hao is very uncomfortable. He is not Qixiu. No matter how hard he tries, he can't dance Gongsun Sword Dance.

There is no way back.

He shouldn't let his master see what he looks like now.

This kind of ferocity only adds to disappointment.

Huang Yaoshi saw that he was clumsy in holding the sword, and was even more certain that he was used to using a shield and sword, and had no idea how to use this weapon. He sighed and said, "I know what you mean, don't force it."

Xiao Hao then stopped his strange posture and stared at Huang Yaoshi motionlessly.

"Where did you get this pair of swords?"

Xiao Hao choked and answered truthfully, "Your Majesty gave them to me, and they were cast by the late emperor."

Huang Yaoshi nodded in understanding, "So that's how it is. Why did you give it to me?"

Xiao Hao was silent for a long time this time.

The master really only regarded him as a stranger with some fate.

Even if we meet, we should not recognize each other.

It's okay if I can't recognize you...

He forced out the words with difficulty, lowered his head and said slowly: "... Fortunately, I share the same name as the former number one in the world. I know the deep affection between the predecessors as master and apprentice, so I present this sword to you..."

"I wish to help the predecessors... relieve the worries of those who are worried."

Click.

The land of Huashan was wet an inch, and no one noticed.

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