This man and sword who do what he wants.

It is a unique scene in Nanxiaoyaozhou.

It has even become a situation where people from other continents who have been to Nan Xiaoyao Continent will smile knowingly when they meet him in other continents as long as they "accidentally" mention that name.

As for within the continent of Nanxiaoyaozhou...who dares to laugh?

Well, the owners of the restaurants and bars on the mountain should be smiling from ear to ear.

Because whenever someone mentioned the name of the woman in purple during the banquet, everyone would drink some wine to calm down, right?

After you ejaculate, you have to pick up your chopsticks and take a few bites of food to calm down, right?

After relaxing your kidneys, you should move more gently, right?

After their movements became gentler and less rude, these swordsmen and heroes no longer behaved like they used to, where they would drink half a bowl of wine before finishing a sentence, and then put the bowl down with force, fearing that the remaining half bowl of wine would not splash out, thus showing their heroic spirit, and as a result, either the bowl or the table would suffer with a clang. Now, there are fewer such incidents, right?

This has become the only way for the owner of the Xianjia Tavern on Nanxiaoyao Mountain to increase liquor sales, stabilize order in the store, and get rich. Occasionally, colleagues will exchange experiences.

This is much more useful than the old-fashioned stories of the love affair between a fairy and a knight, or the swordsman's rage for his beloved...

There is a low white wall outside the library, which encloses the library. There is a gap of several feet between the building and the top of the wall, which is a small transitional courtyard. People coming in and out usually have to pass through the courtyard gate first, then the building gate, and enter the library after passing through two doors.

At this moment, the Confucian words and sentences on the building and the location of the flipping Confucian scripture are not close to the library, but are several feet away from the courtyard wall.

Thousands of ink words flow without stopping for a moment.

One step away from the threshold of the courtyard, the white-browed old man stood with his hands behind his back. Without looking at Yisu, he turned his head and glanced at the Confucian scripture in front of him where the library had just crashed.

His eyes from under his white eyebrows swept around, paused slightly on Li Xueyu's face, then moved away and continued to look around.

The old man shook his head and did not see the shadow of the man and the other swords.

That glaring color can be seen from a long distance if you enter the academy. It cannot be hidden, and it is impossible to hide it.

Because it is a sword without a sheath, and it is very sharp.

Only the sword tomb after its fall can hide its sharpness.

The originally arrogant and powerful figure suddenly emitted a purple light and the sword turned horizontally.

The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the white-browed old man who dared to ignore it and looked around.

The whole place was silent and the atmosphere was tense.

The white-browed old man in an old black shirt took a look, raised his foot, and took half a step forward, with the toes of his cloth shoes touching the threshold of the courtyard gate.

He shook his sleeves, and an old book fell out of his sleeves and landed in a dry hand.

He held the book in one hand, raised the other hand, dipped his index finger in saliva, and then turned the page.

The old man with white eyebrows flipped through the book as if no one was around, pausing in silence.

During this time, he raised his hand from time to time, and grabbed with his thin five fingers, as if he was taking something from a page of the book.

However, his movements were too fast, and with a flash of colorful lights, he had already caught it in his palm. Before Zhao Rong and others who were watching quietly on the side could see clearly, he had already clenched his fist and stuffed it into his sleeve.

It was like sorting out clutter, neither hurried nor slow.

Only occasionally, the old man would take a look at what he was holding in his palm, then raise his hand, loosen his five fingers, and throw it towards the library courtyard on the side.

It turned out to be some long and short words and sentences, which were included in the sea of ​​words in the library that was being mended.

Among them is an abrupt sentence in the scenic travelogue.

'There is also a frog-banning pond in the past, and no frogs croak in the summer months until now.'

There are also fragments of paper and words from the biographies of ancient people.

"When I was a boy, I asked my teacher what was the most important thing. The teacher said: "Study hard and pass the imperial examination." Bo An disagreed and said: "This is not the most important thing, but to become a saint!"

There are also a few words in miscellaneous notes.

'I fell asleep holding a pen, and suddenly wrote a poem in my dream. When I woke up, I could remember it, and I finished it in one stroke. The pen stopped and the flowers fell.'

The list goes on.

The ordinary words and sentences fell on deaf ears at first, but then the sea of ​​words in the library suddenly boiled over, and blurry and strange images began to appear one after another on the wooden building.

There are quiet night scenes, saintly auras, and flowers falling in dreams...

The old man with white eyebrows wanted to make some space in the book for a little guy who was grinning.

I haven't been out of the library to bask in the sun for a long time. I've been flipping through books in the building, and I have a lot of things stored.

The owner of this sword.

It’s a big deal indeed.

The location is indeed high.

Gold is precious. It is indeed precious.

It is said that sword cultivators are the most expensive type among the many cultivators of the human race, and they also have the greatest killing power.

A certain Taizong raised a sword cultivator for the Xuanhuang human race, and the owner of this sword could be said to be... extremely valuable.

The money for food was not calculated in green fly coins or colorful butterfly coins, but started with priceless gold beetle coins.

The white-browed old man frowned slightly. If this money was invested in the Seventy-two Academies, who knows how many promising scholars could be cultivated.

Even if they were afraid of the expansion of Confucianism and the influence of the Hundred Schools of Thought, if they spent this unpredictable amount of money on the mountain on the people's livelihood, who knows how many dynasties' people would be able to have enough food, clothing, health, and happiness in their work and life.

If all else fails, you can also spend it on the four Taiqing prefectures in each continent, which is also very effective.

But the result...

The old man stopped flipping through the book because he reached a certain page.

There, lying quietly, is a forgotten bookmark.

With dry hands, gently pinch it and take it out.

Among the scholars present, the one with sharp eyes just caught his breath as his eyes fell on the bookmark.

The bookmark is a thin piece of jade, made of ancient style, round, and as big as the mouth of a teacup. However, it is not a flawless piece of jade, because there is a straight crack somewhere in the arc!

This is... a jade ring.

The white-browed old man held the book in one hand and the thin "bookmark" in the other, and the hand holding the gentleman's jade ring was placed horizontally in front of his abdomen.

He looked at the smallest sword that was registered on the golden slip in the three-foot building of Tai'a Sword Pavilion. It was the natal sword of a sword cultivator.

The little guy is just like the sword master. Hasn’t he ever been disciplined by the teacher with a stick?

It doesn't matter. As long as it's reasonable, we Confucian scholars can take care of it.

Who said that? Your sword cultivator's ancestor, Jiang Taiqing.

The old gentleman smiled.

Yisu saw that this procrastinating and annoying person seemed to be ready, so he didn't hesitate any more and headed west with his sword.

"Stop it, Yisu, come back!"

Li Xueyu's voice sounded again.

But the 'pen tip' that drew the straight purple line never stopped, and it didn't care at all.

"I told you to come back!!!"

A delicate rebuke.

This woman, who used to be so weak and timid that she dared not raise her voice too loudly when calling out to someone, now had a surprisingly loud voice, and what was even more surprising was her tone.

And this angry remark seemed to have worked.

Yisu suddenly stopped, and stopped just three feet outside the gate of the study.

The straight purple line suddenly changed direction, soaring up into the sky, then drew a circle to ease the momentum.

Yisu didn't bother to pay attention to the white-browed old man anymore, but instead pointed his sword towards Li Xueyu in silence, with the sword trembling.

I saw that Li Xueyu was a little different at this time.

With her hands behind her back, her eyebrows raised, her chin raised high, her eyes fixed and her lips pursed, she stared at the naughty flying sword.

The woman said coldly, "Hmm?"

Yisu had stopped drawing circles a long time ago. When it heard the scolding, it swayed in the air, almost falling down. At this moment, it saw that the person was angry, and whooshed back to her side.

This priceless spiritual armor-class flying sword came to Li Xueyou cautiously, and circled around her slowly with fear. It seemed that it was looking at Li Xueyou's cold face and did not dare to get close.

Li Xueyu said softly, "Still turning?"

Yisu stopped suddenly, stood his sword upright, stood at attention, and behaved himself.

In the distance, Yu Huaijin calmly looked at the flying sword that was able to fly thousands of miles away from its master.

Beside her, Zhao Rong put his hands in his sleeves, watching the scene with interest. If there weren't so many people around, he would have grabbed a handful of melon seeds and squatted down to watch the fun.

Zhao Rong carefully looked at the somewhat different Li Xueyu, and then looked at the strange flying sword that seemed to have a habit of spinning again but had settled down.

This is... I'm not even allowed to shake my legs?

Miss Li had a cold face and looked arrogant. She was indeed quite imposing, but when she pursed her lips, the dimples on her cheeks made her look a little off-stage, not so serious anymore...

Zhao Rong, who was eating watermelon in class, thought happily.

Inside the courtyard, the white-browed old man lowered his brows, reinserted the jade bookmark into the old book, patted his sleeves, and stuffed it back.

Sima Duyi, who had been watching silently, now opened his eyes wide as if he had not woken up yet, and stared at Li Xueyu's cold face with that arrogant look that he was very familiar with...

Li Xueyu, who was at the center of everyone's attention, still held her chin up and said nothing. However, what no one knew was that this little girl, who had never been mean to anyone except her father, felt relieved.

At this moment, the piece of sand standing in front of her trembled a few times in grievance, as if it was telling something.

Li Xueyu listened for a while.

She straightened her chin, but her face was still tense, and she spoke clearly:

"Just because someone blocked your way, you're being mean to others? What? You were careless the first time and didn't expect you wouldn't be able to get through, so you bumped into someone? You bumped into someone first, so you're right!"

Li Xueyu stretched out her index finger and tapped the purple line-like spot unhappily, and the latter hurriedly touched her fingertip like a lackey.

"And can't you stop spinning? How silly. If you keep being naughty, I'll write a letter and ..."

Clear——

Before Li Xueyu finished her words, Yisu suddenly made a faint sound of sword and quickly went over to rub against her to please her.

It is extremely fast, jumping around like a restless little girl.

Sometimes he would gently touch Li Xueyu's little hand, and sometimes he would squeeze her face with the edgeless sword.

He was in a panic and looked clumsy.

Li Xueyu's cold face seemed to be unable to remain calm anymore.

She seemed to glance at the people around her, then quickly looked back and pouted, "Hurry up and apologize to the old man."

Yisu stopped in the air, moved a bit, and tried to spin around, but was glared back at by the frail, untrained woman in front of him.

However, the little fellow still trembled a few times uneasily, as if he, with his childish intelligence, did not understand what an apology was.

Are you going to get close to the old man with white eyebrows too?

Yisu quickly shook the tip of the sword, rejecting this scene that would bring shame to the "Swordsman"...

Li Xueyu slapped her forehead.

She lowered her head, holding the purse in her hand. At this moment, she opened it with both hands and said with a slightly complaining tone, "Come in."

Facing the dark hole in the purse, Yi Su looked wilted.

It hesitantly and reluctantly flew over the purse under Li Xueyu's supervision, paused, and suddenly turned around, drawing a beautiful hollow purple circle in the air, as if it wanted to satisfy its desire first and then be punished...

Then, before the young master changed his expression, Yisu's sword tilted and seemed to have lost its spirituality, and fell into the woman's purse.

Everyone: “…”

Li Xueyu's pretty face turned red.

She lowered her head, tightened the elastic band of her purse, wrapped the purse with a handkerchief, and then hurriedly stuffed it into her sleeve. It seemed that she was still not safe, so she covered her sleeve with one hand.

The little girl was so embarrassed that she had only one thought in her mind: never let this useless little guy out again, who looked so arrogant and domineering but actually liked to draw circles...

At this time, Li Xueyu reacted, raised her head to look towards the gate, and bowed with an apologetic look on her face.

"Old sir, I'm sorry, I didn't expect to send it in the letter. I'm sorry to trouble you, old sir, did Xiao Su damage the library? I..."

Sima Duyi came to his senses after Li Xueyu stopped looking sullen, and kept looking at the southern horizon.

Hearing this, he turned around and followed her to pay respectful tribute to the Confucian gentleman standing behind the gate, who would never step out of the library until he had finished reading all the books in the library, and who was foreseeable to never leave the library.

The white-browed old man waved at the two of them without saying anything.

He frowned and glanced at Sima Duyi, then turned around with his hands behind his back and looked up at the mountain in Duyou City that was taller than Linlu Mountain.

I saw that mountain of flowers, now covered in purple.

The old man smiled cheerfully and liked to wear purple...it seemed like he had a bad temper and was not someone you could easily mess with.

He immediately turned around and went back into the building to look through the books.

Sima Du stood up, glanced at Li Xueyu who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and shook his head.

Li Xueyu glanced at the empty envelope in her hand and didn't ask any more questions.

Sima Duyi lowered his eyes, and suddenly a thin thread-bound book with a purple cover appeared in front of him. He flipped through a few pages and flicked his finger.

There were some poems, verses and passages floating out of the pages, flying towards the library and sinking into the forbidden sea of ​​words.

Most of the students from Ruxingtang around him looked envious.

When Confucian scholars read, they can really feel that their minds are filled with poetry and books, and they are full of righteousness.

The immortal skills of the Confucian and Taoist masters in front of him were somewhat similar to the skills of Mr. Yan in painting maple leaves that Zhao Rong had seen in the Maple Forest Courtyard in Taiqing Prefecture before.

Zhao Rong took a few glances at the words that Sima Duyi had sent into the library.

There is a sentence he thinks is ordinary, "I left the mountain without any intention, but the clouds left behind also left traces."

There are also poems that are eye-opening, such as "People today cannot see the moon of the past, but this moon once shone on the ancients."

The list goes on.

Zhao Rongting Gui once mentioned that Confucian scholars only picked up words from books and put them into their hearts, and there were not many strict distinctions between them.

I just want to be able to express my feelings and have a tacit understanding with others.

Sometimes the sentences in poetry that you appreciate while looking at falling flowers may not be better than the sentences that you appreciate while looking at poetry from a tower. It still depends on whether you can gain enlightenment.

Not long after, Sima Duyi put away the natal item, turned to give Li Xueyu a few words of advice, said goodbye, and left amid the greetings of the students of Ruexing Hall.

He delivered two birthday gifts, one for each person.

…

A quarter of an hour later, the person in charge of the library registered all the students of Ruexingtang.

Completed the entry procedures.

Zhao Rong led a group of students back down the mountain.

This calligraphy class in the afternoon was quite lively.

"Who is that old gentleman? Our headmaster?"

Zhao Rong looked at Yu Huaijin beside him.

"Not the headmaster." The latter shook his head.

"We all call him Mr. Old, but no one knows his real name. When we new students arrived, he was already browsing books in the library. When we asked the senior students from the previous class, they were the same as us."

Yu Huaijin looked back at the library that was gradually disappearing into the distance.

"I didn't expect him to be a gentleman, but I heard that he never leaves the building and can often be seen on the first few floors. If you are looking for a book in the library in the future, you can ask him. The old gentleman can almost always help you find it."

Zhao Rong nodded.

On the way back to Mo Chi Academy, he suddenly turned around and glanced at the slender figure in the crowd behind him, who was following Xiao Hongyu closely.

He also remembered his natal flying sword, which was unruly and domineering as soon as it appeared, and demanded that everything give way to it.

Judging from the situation on the field just now, this flying sword that looks extremely impressive does not seem to belong to the scholar named Sima Duyi.

Not only is the temperament wrong, it can also be seen from other clues.

However, it is clearly a sword that is extremely wild and should belong to a swordsman with a pure and fearless swordsmanship.

But at this moment, it is staying quietly in Li Xue's small purse.

So whose sword is this?

The arrogant look of Miss Li not long ago flashed through my mind again...

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, rolled up the newly borrowed book in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and strode forward.

I still remember that one day, he suddenly asked about returning.

Is there anything, or any person, that would make it unable to raise its sword, or would make it drop the sword in its hand?

As far as he could remember, the sword spirit, who used to always grumble in front of him arrogantly about how it was a pity that he didn't have the chance to hand over the sword to the Taoist Ancestor and the Great Sage Teacher, was silent for a very long time.

I responded softly, "Yes."

He just waited quietly for a long time, but its voice never echoed in his heart again.

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