It's early summer, and the flowers are in full bloom. The Jiang family has a superior location and rich land, even in the ruins, it has a little flowery meaning.

With a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, Ou Yangming's eyes opened and closed, and a breath of green air blew out of his mouth. The courtyard was silent in vain, and then the wind blew violently, rising from the ground, rolling up countless sand and stones, his eyes lit up, and he chuckled: "Colliding with Dong Chenyu makes my aura more mellow and transparent, without impurities, this kind of life and death understanding under high pressure is the most rare." ”

The fact is also true, when the potential explodes at the time of death, the probability of breaking through is much greater than the probability of breaking through by step-by-step cultivation.

At this time, an old man walked slowly along the sandalwood path, he was sharp and restrained, carrying a dilapidated sword box, but if he looked closely, he could faintly detect a sword intent that was implicit but not revealed, and it was extremely pure.

"He senior. Ou Yangming thought for a moment, took the initiative to greet him, and said with a smile.

"I heard that Xiaoman doesn't want to go with you?" He Jian stared at Ou Yangming, he was a straight intestine, he asked whatever he wanted, and there were not so many curves.

Ou Yangming nodded, touched his nose lightly, smiled bitterly, and said, "Xiaoman said that there is a grandfather's breath in the ruins, and he doesn't want to leave." Moreover, he also wants to take back what belongs to him. ”

He Jian's face was engraved with traces of time, thousands of ravines, gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoman's talent is excellent, he is used to seeing too many people's warmth and coldness, and the world is hot and cold. For cultivators, this is originally a good thing, the heart has been refined, and the path can be expected. But the bad thing is that he is too stubborn, he is not lacking in scheming skills, and his beliefs and execution are the best choices, but if he can't control his heart, there will be a catastrophe in the ruins, and ......" He paused, his eyes showed a strange color, and he looked at Ou Yangming with a burning look.

Ou Yangming's face was calm, and he motioned with his eyes to continue.

"And if you're not there, no one can restrain him. He Jian said.

"No, although he is stubborn, he admits death. But he still listens to your words. Ou Yangming retorted.

He Jian sighed heavily and did not speak.

There was a sudden silence in the courtyard, and both of them frowned, and they both had their own thoughts in their hearts.

After a while, Ouyang Ming bowed heavily to He Jian, and said with a straight face: "Senior He, after I leave, Xiaoman will be handed over to you." ”

It's been a long time since he's been in the ruins, and it's time to leave. Although he didn't know how the ruins were formed, he had his own guesses in his heart, but he wasn't sure for sure. He has gained a lot of benefits from this long trip, and it will be greedy to stay any longer. Of course, the most important thing is that he thinks of Ni Yinghong, Bai Shixue, Wu Hanning, and the old craftsman.

Although the world in the ruins worries him, what really worries him and can never give up is the past of those old people.

After settling Xiaoman and paying off the kindness, he will drift away.

When He Jian heard this, his face was sad.

He took off the sword box on his back, rubbed his fingers lightly, made a rustling sound, sighed leisurely, and said, "Brother Yu, you also know that there were originally six long swords in this box, but now there are only three left. I want to take the other three swords back and put them in An Jingyun's place for more than a hundred years. After a long time, you will be laughed at, and when you are older, you are afraid that others will poke your backbone. ”

Ou Yangming nodded in understanding, and said with a smile: "Although An Jingyun is an old Venerable, he can't stop your sword. ”

He Jian didn't know how to speak, and after being stunned for a while, he shook his head: "Things in this world are uncertain, the way of heaven is permanent and everything is impermanent. ”

Ou Yangming heard it, it was not that he didn't want to take care of Xiaoman, but he was afraid that he would never come back.

He Jian is very responsible in everything he does, and he can't tolerate a little sand in his eyes, he is afraid that he can't do it after he promises, which is irresponsible.

Ou Yangming was also a little helpless, so he could only retreat and said solemnly: "Senior He, then wait until you get back the long sword in the box, and then ......."

Before he finished speaking, He Jian picked up the sword box, nodded heavily, and made a promise.

Ou Yangming was relieved, and the topic of conversation was a little more relaxed.

"Last time, you said, invite me for a drink, is it time?" He Jian blinked and whispered.

"Let's go and drink. Ou Yangming patted his head, picked up He Jian and walked into the house.

I turned the space bag around, and finally found a few pots of good wine, and with a wave of my hand, they were all placed on the table.

He Jian smiled, grabbed a pot, cooed, and drank it proudly, and he drank the pot of wine in one gulp.

Ou Yangming is decent, but every movement gives people a different kind of beauty, as if he is integrated into this world.

After three rounds of drinking, He Jian spit out a sip of wine, without any nostalgia, and walked along the sandalwood path, through the tightly guarded place, and came to Jiang Xiaoxu's study.

But this time, compared to the last time, both the state of mind and the cultivation are completely different. Unconsciously, He Jian's life trajectory has changed dramatically, all because of Ou Yangming.

"Coming?" The words that came out, although they were the same as the last time, carried a wisp of imperceptible emotion, shook the air, and came out of the study.

"It's coming. He Jian replied.

"Then come to the bar, you know, I have a lot of good wine hidden here, and I am reluctant to take it out when others come. Jiang Xiaoxu replied, as he spoke, without seeing any movement from him, the door of the study squeaked open, and the truth was the same. Not to mention coming here to drink, the people who can come to the door of this study, the entire Jiang family, are no more than two palms.

"I've just drunk it, so forget it this time. He replied, stepping slowly.

There is not much change in the study, the lights are dim, reflected in the face, it seems to have a bit more mysterious and ancient charm. On the wall hangs a picture of a lady, with a graceful posture, looking up at the sky, but her brows are deeply furrowed, thinking about something.

The two sat in parallel, the wick making a sizzling sound, the flames swaying, and the figures of the two were stretched by the firelight and reflected in the door. As the firelight flickered, Jiang Xiaoxu asked again: "You really don't drink?"

He Jian lifted the shoulder strap, the sword box shook for a moment, shook his head slightly, and spoke at a speed of not hurrying or slowing: "No, it's easy to get bad if you drink too much wine." ”

Jiang Xiaoxu nodded and asked casually, "This time you are here to say goodbye?"

"That's just one of the reasons. He Jian looked at the candle flame on the table and replied.

"Understood, there is another one, do you want me to help you take care of Xiaoman?" Jiang Xiaoxu is old and sophisticated, and his mind is like a demon, so he took the initiative to say it. He knew who He Jian was, so he could naturally guess it.

"Well, after all, the other party is also a Venerable, so you still have to be prepared to fail. Besides, this time, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, only life and death. Having said that, He Jian's face was still flat, like an old bark.

Jiang Xiaoxu didn't think about it, got up and added a little lamp oil to the oil lamp, nodded and said okay.

After receiving this promise, the smile on He Jian's face became a little more, and he had a faint premonition that this trip would not be too smooth. That's why he's so cautious.

After cultivating to the point of Venerable, the premonitions in my mind are like God's gifts, which are extremely accurate.

Jiang Xiaoxu hesitated for a moment in his heart and asked, "Is Master Yu leaving?"

"Well, the people of the trial are just passers-by in the ruins. Saying this, He Jian also had a faint sentimentality in his heart.

Jiang Xiaoxu also sighed, although he had expected it in his heart, but when he really heard the news, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

During this period of time, rumors about Yu Tianrui have been echoing in his ears.

Of course, the focus of his attention was not on Ou Yangming's cultivation, but on He Jian's breakthrough through the Supreme Being, which must have something to do with him. Although I don't know what can make a person survive the catastrophe, it doesn't matter.

As long as the Jiang family can get Ou Yangming's friendship, can they increase the number of Venerables? If they are lucky, it is not impossible to integrate the forces of the Great Ruins Terran.

"I've said what I need to say, I've got to go. He Jian shook the box and said softly.

Jiang Xiaoxu sat still, silent, and did not send each other.

He Jian didn't care, his steps were high and low, and every step was made of sandalwood, carrying the sword box on his back, and he walked away in style.

Looking at He Jian's distant back, Jiang Xiaoxu laughed and sighed softly: "This kind of trivial matter is worth your personal trip, you are now a Venerable." Speaking of this, he also showed a solemn look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, since he can't keep Yu Tianrui, it's not bad to be able to have a good relationship with Xiaoman. As long as this little incense continues, he will not shirk if he does not look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, but he will not shirk if he asks for something in the future.

Besides, looking at He Jian's appearance, he also plans to treat Xiaoman as the person who inherits the mantle, and he will not lose money.

In the evening, He Jian left silently.

Ou Yangming sent it for more than ten miles, He Jianzi paused, turned his head, grinned, and said, "Okay, let's go here, and then send it far." ”

"Be careful on the road. Ou Yangming said with his chin tilted.

He Jian scolded with a smile and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a hypocritical side, just taking the sword, making it like parting with life and death." ”

Ou Yangming was not angry, patted He Jian's shoulder, and said with emotion: "It's not hypocrisy, it's just that I don't know when we will be able to meet in the future, and I'm a little reluctant." ”

"Isn't it hypocritical to be reluctant?" He Jian asked.

Ou Yangming: "......"

He Jian's eyes froze, and then said, "Don't worry, my old bones have just stepped into the Venerable for a few days, and they won't die easily." ”

"Precious. Ou Yangming's voice was low.

"Well, let's go. He Jian waved his hand.

Dressed in sackcloth, with a carving knife hidden in his sleeve, and a worn sword case on his back, his hair was messy, he walked slowly in the setting sun.

The back is not bleak, nor is it vicissitudes, the steps are very light, but every step out gives people a sense of sound.

In the afterglow of the rising sun, He Jian gradually faded away.

On this day, the sword god left with a box.

It wasn't until his back completely dissipated that Ou Yangming withdrew his gaze.

Shaking his head and sighing: "There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed......" After sighing, his body was free and easy, and he walked towards the Jiang family, and he also paved the way with Xiaoman, at least let him walk more easily.