Although the Longmen Mansion is large, such a vision is really too spectacular, no matter where you are in the city, you can see it.

At this time, many people in the city were shocked and sighed after seeing the giant pillar of sword qi that was visible to the naked eye and connected to the sky and the earth.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes: the waves of the rivers and lakes hit the waves, the back waves push the front waves, and the new people replace the old people. So for the younger generation, Li Daoxu is a little too old, so far away that this great sword immortal is more like a legend than a real person.

It's no wonder that others, Li Daoxu became famous a few decades ago, during the first battle in Beibi Mountain, although Li Daoxu had made a move, but he didn't appear until the last moment, like a glimpse, for ordinary disciples, too much Shenlong saw the beginning and the end, as for the change of the imperial capital, Li Daoxu also came forward, but it was all in the dark, only a few people knew. Seriously calculated, Li Daoxu's last public appearance turned out to be a jade void fighting sword, and a generation has passed so far, the older generation still remembers the fairy demeanor of the big sword fairy back then, and the younger generation of Jianghu people are completely unimpressed.

On the contrary, it is the Great Heavenly Master Zhang Jingxiu, the Earth Master Xu Wugui and others, who have appeared frequently over the years, and there is also the shortest time among the four of them, which has a sense of existence for the younger generation of Jianghu people.

At this time, everyone speculated who made the move, some said it was the Great Heavenly Master Zhang Jingxiu, some said it was the Earth Master Xu Wugui, and some even said that it was Li Xuandu, but few people guessed Li Daoxu.

At this moment, an old man rode a big green mule, led by a child, and a horse was prepared next to him.

The mule is a very noble animal, and does not do the errand of carrying goods and pulling carts, but only carries people, because the mule walks with a flat waist from side to side, so that the person riding on it does not feel the bumps, and it is flat and stable. The average horse rides up and down and has a lot of bumps. This kind of mule can only be raised by large families, and it needs special training, so it is not inferior to many precious horses. At first glance, a mule is nothing, and it is comparable to a high-headed horse.

The old man sat on the mule, looked up at the sky-high sword qi, and muttered, "I have a sword from Kunwu River. Shine on people like water, cut jade like mud. ”

Then the old man shook his head, "It's not good, let's change the poem." ”

The little boy who led the mule to the old man may have been following the old man for a long time, and he was also a little knowledgeable, and said with a smile: "This poem is indeed more straightforward. ”

"It's not that the poetry is bad, it's that it's not the scene. The old man shook his head and said, "At this time, it is not the advantage of the sword, but the power of people." ”

Xiao Tong thought for a while and said, "The sword is used by a husband, and the book can know the name." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Wonderful, wonderful." This three-foot long sword is just used by the puppet, and to truly govern the world, it depends on the subtle words in the book. ”

Xiao Tong also laughed, "Everything is inferior, but reading is high." ”

"Yes, people should study, and even the emperor is no exception. The old man said, "Back then, Emperor Wuzong didn't read, didn't know etiquette, and preferred swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and this kind of emperor had to be taught and corrected." ”

The child is not very old, but he has read a lot, he knows a lot about the allusions of the past dynasties, and he knows a lot about the affairs of this dynasty, and he also knows a lot, at this time, he heard the old man mention Emperor Wuzong, and said: "I remember that Emperor Wuzong died in the water, and it seems that this is the day to accept him." ”

The old man smiled and said: "It is said that it is the Son of Heaven, but in fact he is also a mortal, throughout the ages, there are still few emperors who have died unexpectedly? How many emperors can die well? It's just the death of an emperor, what does it have to do with heaven?"

, even if there is really a sky above, I will not care about such a trivial matter. ”

The boy was secretly speechless.

Dead an emperor or a trifle?

So what counts as a big deal?

A master and a servant, a mule and a horse, after walking out of a section, happened to pass by a wine shop, the owner of which was a young and beautiful woman. According to the etiquette set by Confucianism, a woman should not show her face, but a small family, if she does not show her face to do business, she will starve to death, not to mention a widow who has no man in charge, and there is no way.

The old man stopped the mule, looked at the beautiful widow, and said, "I want to drink." ”

The little boy also saw the beautiful woman, shook his head and sighed in an old-fashioned manner: "The drunkard doesn't mean to drink." ”

The old man leaned over and knocked on the child's head, and scolded with a smile: "Food, sex, too." What do you know at such a young age?"

The boy stretched out his hand to cover his head, waited for his master to get off the mule, and went to tie the mule and the horse together.

The old man walked into the wine shop alone and said to the woman, "Bring me a pot of your own wine, it doesn't matter the name, it doesn't matter the price." ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, answered, and went to fetch the old man wine.

The old man picked a fairly clean spot, took out a small snuffbox from his sleeve, and put it under his nose to sniff. The people of the Central Plains began to smoke snuff in this dynasty, and the snuff was not produced in the Central Plains, but was transported from the state of Bosa, so it was quite precious, and only some large wealthy families had the financial resources to buy these. This small snuff bottle in the old man's hand, made of glass, and outlined calligraphy and painting landscapes on its inner wall, only this small bottle is worthy of an ordinary inn.

After sniffing and drinking, the old man looked satisfied.

But at this moment, a group of Liaodong high-rollers galloped into the city, the horses' hooves roared, and then they stopped outside the wine shop.

When the old man saw the costumes of these Liaodong people, especially the fur hat and snow-white cloak, he immediately showed a look of contempt and displeasure, and gently spit out two words, "Barbarian." ”

The little boy tied the horse and mule, came to the old man's side, and whispered: "That sword qi has not dissipated yet, master, who wins and who loses?"

The old man smiled, narrowed his eyes and said, "Li Daoxu blindly acts as a hero, and if he is outnumbered, he will die." ”

The group of Liaodong people had already dismounted and walked into the wine shop, led by a middle-aged man, and asked, "Boss, do you have any wine?"

Although the woman was not a woman who did not leave the door, she was also a little stunned when she suddenly saw so many northern high-rollers with swords at their waists, and whispered: "Yes, yes." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, "Bring two altars." ”

The woman answered, and hurried to fetch the wine.

The middle-aged man sat not far from the old man and glanced at the old man.

The old man was a little displeased.

The middle-aged man suddenly said: "I advise you to be cautious in your words and deeds, I don't know if Li Daoxu will die." All I know is that if you continue to speak out, you will most likely die. ”

The old man's face changed drastically.

His words, these Liaodong high-rollers should not have heard it, but now it seems that this person did hear it.

At this time, the proprietress personally brought a jar of wine, and the middle-aged man no longer paid attention to the old man, took the jar of wine, patted open the mud seal, and sniffed the aroma of wine.

The middle-aged man felt a little regretful, "It's a pity that my daughter and son-in-law don't like to drink, and no one can drink with me on weekdays." ”

The old man remained silent, slowly picked up the flask, and poured himself a glass.

The little one next to the old man

Tong also sensed that something was wrong, stopped talking, and lowered his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man poured himself a bowl of wine, drank it all in one go, and coughed lightly.

The old man also drank the wine in the cup and asked, "Your Excellency is from Liaodong?"

The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes." ”

The old man asked again: "Are you here to do business in Zhongzhou?" or ......?"

The middle-aged man said, "Let's come to see my daughter and son-in-law." ”

The old man's face changed slightly, "I would venture to ask again, but your son-in-law is surnamed Li?"

The middle-aged man stopped pouring wine and asked, "What's the matter?"

The old man got up slowly, without saying a word, and after dropping a piece of silver, he walked out quickly.

The child was stunned, and ran out after the old man.

The middle-aged man didn't care about the old man, he just drank slowly, and waited until a jar of wine was drunk and dropped a Taiping coin, and then he got up and left.

At this moment, a loud bang came from the direction of the stargazing platform of the Vientiane Academy, and the heavenly sword qi slowly dissipated.

Li Daoxu finally fulfilled his promise and split the stargazing platform with a sword.

Fortunately, at the time of the confrontation just now, Wen Ren had already ordered many students to leave this place, so no one was affected by the pond fish.

Li Dao, who split the stargazing platform with a sword, took a leap of his feet, and the stargazing platform, which had been divided into two halves, collapsed, and he took advantage of the momentum to rise up and fly into the nine heavens.

Song Zheng, Qinghe Jushi, Ziyanshanren, and Mr. Bailu followed.

After Song Zheng joined, there was no doubt that the four Confucians had the upper hand, even if it was Li Daoxu, he couldn't fight head-on, otherwise he would really be killed by the old man riding a mule.

The five people flew into the sky, the four of them faintly stood around Li Xuandu, the Qinghe monk stood in the spring position, the Ziyan Mountain people stood in the summer position, Mr. Bailu stood in the winter position, and Song Zheng stood in the autumn position of the main killing.

Each of the four has their own powers.

The "Book of Rites" clearly records: "You must wear a sword", in ancient dynasties, from the Son of Heaven to the hundred officials, all wore swords. Therefore, the blade of Confucianism is also a sword, and it can only be a sword.

The three hermits of Confucianism each held a long sword, their swords were similar, but there were slight differences at the head of the sword, the head of the sword of the Qinghe monk was a green crane, the head of the sword of the Ziyan Mountain people was a purple swallow, and the head of the sword of Mr. Bailu was a white deer. In addition, Song Zheng also held a sword in his hand, and the position of the head of the sword was a fierce tiger, and this sword corresponded to the tiger Zen master. Obviously, Song Zheng lost the "Great Grandmaster", the Tiger Zen Master died, and the Confucian Sect simply gave the Tiger Zen Master's sword to Song Zheng.

The five people fought with swords, and the swords did not stop, and countless sword qi and sword rays were staggered in the sky, as if it was a chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal paths.

Suddenly, all the sword rays and sword qi cooperated in one place, illuminating the entire canopy, and even suppressing the sun's rays.

The sword flashed away, Song Zheng and the three hermits showed their figures, Song Zheng drifted back more than ten zhang distance, until the other three hermits each reached out a hand, against Song Zheng's back, before they could stop the retreat.

There were slight traces of blood oozing out of Song Zheng's seven orifices, but he only took a light breath, and the blood stains flowed back again, as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, Li Daoxu is still relaxed. It's just that his right hand holding the sword is trembling slightly, showing that he is not as calm as he seems on the surface.

The corners of Song Zheng's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "Great Sword Immortal, if you talk about fighting alone, Song is willing to bow down, but now he wants to send a word to the Great Sword Immortal, manpower is sometimes poor!"