The First Thousand and Twenty-Five Chapters Away

It's early summer, and the flowers are in full bloom. The Jiang family's location is superior and the land is rich, even in the Great Ruins, there is a sense of blooming flowers.

There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, Ouyang Ming opened and closed his eyes, and blew out a mouthful of green air. There was a silence in the courtyard, and then a strong wind blew up on the ground, rolling up countless sand and stones. His eyes lit up, and he smiled softly: "A collision with Dong Chenyu made my aura more mellow and transparent, and I didn't have to worry about it. Without impurities, this kind of understanding of life and death under high pressure is the most rare."

The fact is also the same, when the potential explodes when dying, the probability of breakthrough is much higher than that of step-by-step practice.

At this time, an old man walked slowly along the sandalwood path. He was restrained and carried an old sword case, but after careful observation, one could faintly detect a hidden and extremely pure sword meaning.

"Senior He." Ouyang Ming thought for a while, then 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 intently at Ouyang Ming. He is a straight-hearted man, and he can ask whatever he wants, without so much deviousness.

Ouyang Ming nodded, touched his nose lightly, smiled wryly, and said, "Xiaoman said that there is the aura of grandpa in the Great Ruins, and he doesn't want to leave. Besides, he also wants to take back what belongs to him."

He Jian's face was engraved with traces of the years, and there were thousands of ravines. He let out a breath of turbid air and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoman's talent is excellent, and he is used to too many people's feelings. , This is a good thing in the first place, the heart has been tempered, and the way can be expected. But the bad thing is that he is too stubborn, and he is full of scheming and skills. His belief and execution ability are the best choices, but if he can't control With hostility in his heart, Great Ruins will be doomed, and..." He paused, with a strange look in his eyes, and looked at Ouyang Ming burningly.

Ouyang Ming's face was calm, and he motioned for him to continue talking with his eyes.

"Besides, if you weren't here, no one could stop him." He Jian said.

"No, although he is stubborn and admits death, he will listen to what you say." Ouyang Ming retorted.

He Jian sighed heavily and did not speak.

There was a sudden silence in the yard, and both of them frowned tightly, each with their own thoughts in their hearts.

After a while, Ouyang Ming bowed heavily to He Jian, and said solemnly: "Senior He, after I leave, Xiao Man will be handed over to you."

It has been a long time since he entered the Great Ruins, and it is time to leave. Although he has not figured out how the Great Ruins were formed, he also has his own guesses in his heart, but he is not sure. He has benefited a lot from this long trip, and it would be greedy to stay any longer. Of course, the most important thing is that he misses Ni Yinghong, Bai Shixue, Wu Hanning, and Old Craftsman.

Although the world in the Great Ruins worried him, what really worried him, and what he could never let go of, were the stories of old people.

After Xiaoman is settled down and his kindness is paid off, he will float away.

When He Jian heard this, his face showed embarrassment.

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 I have wanted to get the other three swords back, and I have kept them with An Jingyun for more than a hundred years. After a long time, I will be laughed at by others, and I am afraid that others will poke my back when I am old."

Ouyang Ming nodded to express his understanding,

He smiled and said: "Although An Jingyun is a veteran venerable, he cannot stop your sword strike."

He Jian didn't know how to speak. After being stunned for a while, he shook his head: "There is no certainty about the things in this world. The way of heaven is permanent but things are impermanent."

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

He Jian is very responsible in every aspect of his work, and he can't tolerate the slightest bit of sand in his eyes. He is afraid that he will not be able to keep his promise, which is irresponsible to Xiaoman.

Ouyang Ming was also a little helpless, he could only settle for the next best thing, and said solemnly: "Senior He, after you get back the long sword in the box, then..."

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

Ouyang Ming felt relieved, and the topic of conversation became lighter.

"Last time you said, treat me to a drink, isn't it time?" He Jian blinked and said softly.

"Let's go, let's drink in the house." Ouyang Ming patted his head, pulled He Jian and walked into the house.

After rummaging through the space bag, I finally found a few jugs of good wine, and with a wave of my hand, I placed them all on the table.

With a smile on his face, He Jian grabbed a jug, gulped and drank it proudly, and he finished the jug of wine in one gulp.

Ouyang Ming is well-behaved, but every movement gives people a different kind of beauty, as if blending into this world.

After drinking for three rounds, He Jian breathed out the smell of alcohol, without any nostalgia, walked along the sandalwood path, passed through the tightly guarded place, and came to Jiang Xiaoxu's study.

But this time compared with the last time, both the state of mind and cultivation are completely different. Unknowingly, He Jian's life trajectory has undergone tremendous changes, all because of Ou Yangming.

"Coming?" Although the words uttered were the same as last time, they came out of the study with an imperceptible emotion that shook the air.

"Here we come." He Jian replied.

"Then come and have a drink at the bar. You know that I have a lot of good wine hidden here. I am reluctant to take it out when others come." Jiang Xiaoxu replied, and when he said nothing, the door of the study opened with a "squeak" , and so is the fact. Not to mention coming here to drink, the people who can come to the door of this study, the entire Jiang family, do not exceed the number of two palms.

"Just drank it, let's forget it this time." He replied, stepping on the steps, and walked in slowly.

There is not much change in the study room, the lights are dim, reflecting on the face, it seems to have a mysterious and ancient charm. There is a picture of a lady hanging on the wall, with a graceful posture, looking up at the sky, but her brows are deeply frowned, thinking hard about something.

The two sat similar to each other, the wick made a sizzling sound, the flame shook, and the figures of the two were elongated by the fire and reflected on the door of the room. As the fire swayed, Jiang Xiaoxu asked again: "You really don't drink?"

He Jian raised the shoulder strap, shook the sword case, shook his head lightly, and spoke in an unhurried manner: "No, drinking too much wine can easily lead to bad things."

Jiang Xiaoxu nodded, and asked casually, "Are you here to say goodbye this time?"

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

"Understood, there is one more thing, you want me to take care of Xiaoman for you, right?" Jiang Xiaoxu, who is old and smart, has a mind like a monster, and said it on his own initiative. He knew what He Jian was like, so he could guess it naturally.

"Well, after all, the other party is also a venerable, so you still have to be prepared to fail. Besides, this time, no distinction is made between superiors and inferiors, only life and death." Having said that, He Jian's face is still flat, like a piece of old bark .

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

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

After cultivating to the point of being a venerable, the premonitions in my mind are all as if given by heaven, extremely accurate.

Jiang Xiaoxu hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Master Yu is leaving?"

"Well, the people in the trial are just passers-by in the Great Ruins." Saying this, He Jian also felt a touch of sadness in his heart.

Jiang Xiaoxu also sighed. Although he had expected it in his heart, when he really heard the news, he was still 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 Ou Yangming's cultivation, but He Jian's breakthrough to the Supreme Being, which must have something to do with him. Although I don't know what can make people survive the catastrophe, it doesn't matter.

As long as the Jiang family can get Ouyang Ming's friendship, how many venerables can they add? If luck is better, it is not impossible to integrate the forces of the Daxu human race.

"I've said what needs to be said, I have to go." He Jian shook the box and said softly.

Jiang Xiaoxu sat still, silent, and did not see him off.

He Jian didn't take it seriously, his steps were high and low, every step made the sandalwood pedal sound, carrying the sword box on his back, he walked away gracefully.

Seeing He Jianyuan's back, Jiang Xiaoxu laughed, and sighed softly: "This kind of trivial matter is worth going to yourself, you are now a venerable." Speaking of this, there was a solemn look in his eyes, and he pondered Dao, since Yu Tianrui can't stay, it's not bad to have a good relationship with Xiaoman. As long as this little bit of incense continues, and he does not look at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha, he will not refuse if he asks for something in the future.

What's more, seeing He Jian's appearance, he also plans to regard Xiaoman as the person who inherits the mantle, and he will make a steady profit no matter what.

In the evening, He Jian left without making a sound.

Ouyang Ming sent it for about ten miles, but He Jian stopped, turned his head, grinned, and said, "Okay, let's go here, if you send it off again, it will be far away."

"Be careful on the road." Ouyang Ming said with his chin raised.

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

Ou Yangming was not angry either, he patted He Jian on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "It's not hypocritical, it's just that I don't know when we will see each other in the future, and I feel a little bit reluctant."

"Is it hypocritical to be reluctant?" He Jian asked.

Ouyang Ming: "..."

He Jian stared, and then said: "Don't worry, my old bone has just stepped into the Venerable for a few days, and I won't die easily."

"Treasure." Ouyang Ming's voice was low.

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

He was dressed in sackcloth, with a carving knife hidden in his sleeve, and an old sword case on his back. His hair was disheveled, and he walked slowly under the setting sun.

The back view is neither bleak nor vicissitudes, and the steps are very light, but each step gives people a sense of throwing the ground.

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

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

Ouyang Ming didn't look away until his back completely disappeared.

Shaking his head and sighing: "There is no permanent banquet in the world..." After sighing, he walked towards Jiang's house in a free and easy manner, and he even paved the way for Xiaoman, at least making it easier for him to walk. ...

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