Taiping Inn

After the people who followed Li Xuandu to Qixia Mountain boarded the ship one after another, Lu Yanbing and Situ Qiushui got off the Bailonglou ship, stood on the dock, and waved goodbye.

The Bailonglou ship slowly rose into the air, breaking through the heavy rain curtain and rising into the sea of ​​clouds.

Li Xuandu sat alone in the quiet room, and the "Yin Yang Fairy Clothes" was taken off by him. It seemed that an invisible person was wearing this fairy clothes and floating around in the room. "Knock on the Heaven's Gate" leaned against the wall, very quiet, not as lively as the "Yin Yang Fairy Clothes".

Li Xuandu placed the broken sword of his senior brother Situ Xuance horizontally on his knees, and gently stroked the sword with his palm.

Li Xuandu understood very well that revenge for his senior brother was the lifelong wish of his second senior brother. In the high-level Jianghu, the second master was an outlier. He was willing to pay so much for brotherhood. No wonder the master said he was a man of temperament.

Then the intention of the second senior brother to give the relics of his senior brother to Li Xuandu was also very clear. He hoped that Li Xuandu would not forget the blood feud of his senior brother.

Li Xuandu certainly would not forget. Although he is in a high position now, he has not forgotten his original intention.

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As for the risky thing, it was not Zhang Haishi's original intention. Zhang Haishi would not agree with Li Xuandu's doing so. This was actually Li Xuandu's own intention. In fact, Zhang Haishi could not influence Li Xuandu's decision. Therefore, when Zhang Haishi left Qingwei Sect and went to Bohai Prefecture, he did not know when Li Xuandu was going to take action, let alone how Li Xuandu would take action. That's why he handed this relic, which had been preserved for many years, to Situ Qiushui, the niece of Situ Xuance, and asked her to hand it over to Li Xuandu when the time came.

Situ Qiushui also waited until Li Xuandu was about to set off for the inland of Qizhou before taking out this relic.

Li Xuandu stretched out his left index finger, gently pressed on the fingerprint on the broken sword, slowly closed his eyes, and wandered in the world.

This is the method of retracing passed down by the geomancer. Li Xuandu can use this broken sword as a medium to retrace some scenes.

In an instant, such a scene appeared in Li Xuandu's mind: a cold and bright moon hung high in the night sky, and under the night sky was the fragmented earth.

In the trance of dreaming and waking, Li Xuandu seemed to become a person in the painting, just a passer-by, watching a memory that had become a thing of the past.

A figure flew into the night sky, with a terrifying momentum, causing the earth to tremble. He held a sword in his hand, the sword tip was as clear as water in the moonlight, and the sword body was sparkling.

Then several figures followed closely and surrounded the previous person.

The next moment, the sword light flashed, and the previous person only made a sword, and the speed was so fast that it was incredible. The people who besieged him were all forced back by his sword.

Then, a thin red line appeared on the neck of one of them, and then blood oozed out of the red line. Finally, his head tilted, and the whole head rolled off his neck. The headless body fell to the ground below.

The others were all shocked.

After this person's head was cut off, a dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed in the distant sky, illuminating the night, dispelling the darkness, as if a layer of golden edges was inlaid on the sky.

The people who surrounded him seemed to have received some signal and retreated one after another.

The sword-holding figure fell back to the ground and looked calmly in the direction of the golden light.

A moment later, a tall figure shrouded in golden light seemed to shrink the earth into an inch, and walked towards the sword-holding figure slowly but quickly.

As the figure got closer and closer, Li Xuandu gradually saw the appearance of the person coming. It was an old man, not very tall, leaning on a dragon-headed cane taller than himself, with extremely long eyebrows and beard, even covering most of his face. He was wearing a khaki robe and a stone-blue long vest. At first glance, he had neither the unrestrained and unrestrained air of the mountains and forests nor the honor and nobility of the golden horse and jade hall. He looked like an old country gentleman who ran out from some remote and poor village.

However, the old man's body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. After he stopped, the earth shook and the ground under his feet was broken.

Old Man Long.

Then there was a big battle. The old man took the 36 swords of the sword-wielding man with the cane in his hand without hurting himself. Finally, he clamped the sword with the index and middle fingers of his left hand. Just two fingers exerted force and broke the long sword.

The picture stopped here. The next scene was unknown as the long sword was broken in the middle, and then it jumped to another scene.

This scene was very familiar to Li Xuandu. It was the Penglai Island he had just left. However, compared to the misty Penglai Island at this time, the Penglai Island Li Xuandu saw was in early summer, with bright sunshine and vitality, and a breath of everything competing.

The Eight Scenery Courtyard was still the same, but a little different. It was not as lively as when Li Xuandu was in power, nor as deserted as when Li Daoxu was practicing. It was just an ordinary courtyard with people living in it.

At this time, there were many people on Penglai Island who were both familiar and unfamiliar to Li Xuandu.

Master Li Daoxu was in his prime at this time, with black hair and black beard; Master's wife Li Qingyun was still alive, gentle and graceful; Aunt Li Feiyan was young, bright and charming, relying on the favor of her sister and brother-in-law, she had a bit of a spoiled girl's temper; Master Li Daoxu was worthy of the title of "Jade-faced Sword Immortal", with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a handsome face, and a handsome appearance; Li Shixing was still a young man at this time, and there was no sign of his future gloomyness. He was a little shy and would get nervous and blush whenever he saw Li Qingyun or Li Feiyan; in addition, there were many older people that Li Xuan had never seen before.

At this time, Situ Xuance, who had never lost his father, and Zhang Haishi, who had a strange temper, were both around seven or eight years old, and Situ Xuanluo was still in his infancy.

At that time, Li Daoxu had only two disciples.

Li Xuandu saw the two walking side by side into the Bajing Villa and coming to a schoolyard in the villa. Li Daoxu was already waiting here and held a wooden sword in his hand.

After the two saluted Li Daoxue, they each took out their own weapons.

Zhang Haishi used an ordinary long sword, which was almost taller than him. Situ Xuance used the "Jingyu". This sword is regarded as the family-born sword of the Situ family. Situ Wentai gave it to his eldest son whom he had high hopes for.

Li Daoxu's teaching was very simple. It took only one hour, and then the two of them practiced each other, and finally he personally tested it.

After Li Daoxu left, the two of them gestded for a while, and Situ Xuance returned to the sheath of a long sword, found a shaded place, and began to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

Zhang Haishi dragged his long sword to Situ Xuance, looked around and whispered, "Situ, be careful to be seen by your master."

Situ Xuance closed his eyes and said, "Master doesn't care about these things. What Master cares about is the result. As long as we can learn to practice it, it is the same as practicing it once a hundred times. Also, I have said it many times, don't Call me Situ, this is the name of an ancient official position, and it always feels strange to hear it."

Zhang Haishi smiled and said, "Someone actually uses official positions as their surnames?"

Situ Xuance said: "There are people who use 'changsun' as their surname, what's the point of using official positions?"

Zhang Haishi, who was not as weird as he would in the future, asked, "Then what should I call you? You can't just call you by your name, right?"

Situ Xuance thought for a while: "You will only have the word "Phe" after you have the crown. Just call me my nickname, but you have to tell me your nickname first."

Zhang Haishi said: "My nickname is Shitou, Zhang Shitou. My mother said that I was restless in my mother's womb, and it was not worry-free after birth, it was difficult to coax, and my temper was smelly and hard, just like, Like… stone.”

Situ Xuance laughed: "Shitou, Zhang Shitou, what a good name. Since you said your nickname, then I will also say mine. My nickname is Wecao, "Wecao" is the first word grass on the top, and the bottom You have to remember the word "show". "

Zhang Haishi couldn't help but ask, "What is weed grass? I know you read a lot, but I don't like reading."

Situ Xuance explained: "The weed grass is beautiful but not solid, so the name is beautiful. The ears are similar to the tail of a dog, so they are commonly known as the tail of a dog. The stems treat eye pain, so the alchemist is called Guangming grass and Arhat grass."

Zhang Haishi frowned and said, "Light Grass? Arhat Grass? Are you still destined to be with Buddhism?"

Situ Xuance sighed helplessly: "Weed grass has nothing to do with Buddhism. It is commonly known as dog tail, which is dog tail grass."

"So it's dog tail grass." Zhang Haishi suddenly realized, "What am I doing? What are weed grass, light grass, and Arhat grass, which are mysterious. From now on, I'll call you dog tail."

Situ Xuance glared at him: "You dare! Dogtail grass is always stronger than the stinky stones in your pit. If you dare to call me Dogtail, then I will call you the stinky pit."

Zhang Haishi thought about it and felt that if he really called this, he would be more disadvantageous. He had to compromise and said, "Okay, I call you Weicao, you call me Shitou, don't mention those two words. But what kind of grass, Hua It sounds like a girl's name, I don't think it's good."

While speaking, Zhang Haishi approached Situ Xuance with some malicious intentions.

Situ Xuance did not realize that something was wrong at this time and frowned and said, "I think so too. Fortunately, it's just a nickname, so it's nothing."

At this moment, Zhang Haishi showed a wicked smile on his face: "Since you don't think it's good, then I'll give you some manliness today."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped on Situ Xuance's shoes. Situ Xuance was always clean, and when he stepped down, he immediately left a pitch-black footprint, which was particularly eye-catching.

Zhang Haishi turned around and ran away.

Situ Xuance was stunned, then furious: "Zhang Shitou, you are impatient."

Then he ran wildly and chased Zhang Haishi.

Li Xuan looked at this scene and couldn't help but smile.

Unexpectedly, the second senior brother had such a side, and he also envied the brotherhood between the eldest senior brother and the second senior brother, and could be implemented throughout the whole life, unlike the few people who came later.

If Li Xuandu had a brother who grew up together like this and died at the hands of others, he would have to take revenge to comfort the old friend's spirit in heaven.

Putting one's heart in his shoes, even if Situ Xuance is not Li Xuandu's senior brother, Li Xuandu's responsibility for revenge is the only one who has Zhang Haishi's kindness to Li Xuan.