The misery begins with the sinner

Chapter 56 The inheritance of sword Confucianism

In the grass pavilion of Xishan Mountain, the master swordsman ordered his master to sit alone in the pavilion. Not far away, Sui Wuzhi concentrated on practicing his sword with meticulous attention to detail.

The old man was holding a wine flask and drinking while keeping his eyes staring down the mountain.

Take in a panoramic view of the scene.

When he started climbing again with the sword close at hand, his ears couldn't help but twitch.

The swordsman choked on a mouthful of strong wine and couldn't help but cough.

"What is it? These two people simply...don't know what to say!"

I couldn't help but complain, but it attracted Sui's unwarranted attention.

He walked slowly to the pavilion, looked at the swordsman who had regained his strength, and asked with concern: "What are your orders, your honor?"

Jian Ru was also helpless towards his younger brother Jian Jiancheng.

He has top-notch qualifications and works hard. His heart is pure and his sword is clear. He is a rare swordsman genius.

The only flaw may be caused by his childhood experience, or it may be due to his nature.

I don't know anything about interpersonal communication.

After waving his hand and regaining his breath, Jianru said, "It's okay! It's okay! You should also rest for a while! Your elder brother is here."

As they spoke, the sword appeared close to where the two of them looked.

Seeing his eldest brother arriving, Sui Wudu's eyes showed eagerness. He hesitated for a moment, but he just stood beside Jianru and did not take any action.

Master Ming could sense the mood swings of the people around him. He shook his head and sighed secretly, but did not make any move.

"Do you miss me, old man?"

He came to the pavilion without any courtesy and waved hello to the old man.

What greeted him was the old man's cane.

He didn't dodge or dodge, but he was hit by a stick. The sword was close at hand, pretending to be in pain, and he howled miserably.

The provoked Jianru couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Stop pretending, you brat, you're the only one with a lot of eyesight!"

Sui Wuzhi asked in hindsight: "Brother, are you just pretending?"

The old man's face turned red when the sword was so close. He knew Sui Wujiu's character, and then looked at Sui Wujiu and said: "It seems that Wujiu has worked hard during this period, and his strength has improved a lot."

"Not as good as big brother!" Sui felt a little embarrassed at being praised for no reason, and replied, rubbing his head.

Saying this without intending to listen, Jian Ru was now looking at the sword that had changed its attire.

His face gradually darkened, and then he became extremely happy and said: "You have improved so quickly. In one retreat, I can no longer see your depth, Lao Dian."

There was no explanation, the sword was close at hand, and with a thought in his mind, the whole body's sword intent was aroused, and he smiled and said: "It's just a small gain. After all, it is a foreign object, just a gadget.

Incomparable to Lao Dian’s strength! "

At this moment, the old man could see that his swordsmanship had improved somewhat, but not much.

The reason why he couldn't see through it was because his whole body seemed to be enveloped by a strange barrier at the moment.

If I hadn't seen the sword right in front of me with my own eyes, I wouldn't have been able to notice his presence just by using my spiritual sense to detect it.

It seems as if it is cut off from the entire world and does not exist in this world.

"If this is just a gadget of yours, then us old guys are really useless!"

Lao Dian sighed, then his face was startled, and he said seriously: "Old Dian, I heard what you said at the foot of the mountain.

Remember, do whatever you want.

The sky is falling, but we old guys are holding on.

As long as you have a clear conscience! "

As soon as he said this, Jian Qianchi also knew that the conversation between himself and Mu Lingfeng had been clearly heard by the old man.

Facing the old man's eyes that had seen all the vicissitudes of life, the last trace of guilt in Jian Jiuchi's heart dissipated, leaving only the shame of being dead in society and trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Okay, don't be embarrassed! I'll drink some wine with Lao Dian, so you can't come out! Your brother Sui Wuji doesn't know how to drink, that guy Jun Fengtian won't let me drink, and this girl Mu Lingfeng is a girl, Lao Dian I can only drink it by myself, it’s so frustrating!”

As he spoke, Lao Dian took out a jar of strong wine and threw it to Jian Jiuchi.

Jianru's body had already been eroded by evil spirits for many years, and was already in its twilight years and extremely fragile.

Although he has improved a lot due to cultivating Haoran Qi, he is much stronger than before.

But after all, I am an old man, so I still can't drink too much.

Jian Jianchi also knew this, but seeing that the old man was in good spirits, he simply didn't disobey him.

The two of them drank together and chatted about their daily life. Next to them, Sui Wuhuai watched all of this quietly, with a smile on his face, and they looked harmonious.

After drinking for two full hours, the old man was finally happy.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Lao Dian patted Jian's shoulder and said: "You brat, you have a wooden head.

Feng Yatou is quite old now. If you try harder, I don’t know whether you are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. The two of you are so funny. "

Jian Chuanchi did not express any attitude towards this, he just watched quietly and catered to the old man. After another rambling lecture, Lao Dian changed the subject and said, "You have mastered swordsmanship, Lao Dian. I am also old, so I will leave my position to you!"

"Okay, okay! Old man, you...!" Following the words, Jian Jiazhi suddenly reacted and said immediately: "Old man, you have drunk too much. You are still healthy. You can sit firmly in this position. , wait for Wu Jian to grow up, and then hand it over to him, this is the best choice!"

"Brother! This is not allowed!"

Sui Wuwen saw that the old man was drunk, but this matter was related to the position of Sword Confucian, and he had been practicing here recently.

The old man was also full of praise for his eldest brother Jian Niuchi. Although he was naive, he could also see that Jianru Zunjia was using the strength of his drink to test Jian Niuchi's attitude. Hearing Jian Niuchi's words of evasion, he immediately stopped him.

When Jianru heard the words "Jian Jiuchi", he was almost ninety percent drunk, and his eyes widened, staring at "Jian Jiuchi".

"No wonder you gave your brother a thousand sword souls. It turned out that he had planned it for a long time! Do you know the importance of the position of Sword Confucian?"

Seeing the old man getting angry, Sui immediately tried to persuade him, but saw the sword close at hand and stood up.

He said solemnly: "I have guessed what you are thinking, Lao Dian, and I also know that this position represents the guardian of the Confucian sect.

That’s why we must refuse to take over the throne!
Because the Western Mountain at my feet is the place I want to defend, and I cannot let you, old man, face all this alone. "

The people looking at each other were relatively speechless. At this moment, they were only confused and still didn't understand the reason.

He passed down the Confucian throne and relieved himself of his responsibilities.

Over the years, in the face of the erosion of evil forces, if it were not for the responsibility of guardianship, the big brother Huang Ru would have persisted.

Jianru had given up long ago and died to end it all.

Understanding Jian Jiuji's plan, Jianru once again returned to his usual informal attitude.

He glanced at the sword and asked, "When did you discover it?"

"I knew it when I came here for the first time!" Jian Jiuchi replied casually: "I will find a way to solve this matter, and you don't have to worry about it, old man. Back then, a thousand sword souls allowed me to temporarily obtain the authority of the Master of Law and Confucianism. trust.

At that time, I made up my mind and tried my best to solve this matter. I'm sure, don't worry! "

Where did the confidence that the sword was so close come from? Jianru didn't ask.

There are many secrets in him, just like when they first met, he had many secrets, but he didn't ask the reason at first.

The same is true now. Lao Dian believes that with that huge and domineering sword edge and the sword in front of him being so close, he will definitely do what he says, so there is no need to ask for the root cause.

Because the sword when he first saw him made him believe in his own vision.

Sui was there for no reason, and there were some things that couldn't be said clearly. The fewer people who knew, the better.

Jianru simply changed the topic and said: "You don't want to take over Jianru's position, but you are my only descendant and have no position in the Confucian sect, so it doesn't make sense.

It’s up to you whether you choose it yourself or whether it’s given by Big Brother Huangru! "

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Seeing the old man's words, Jian Jiuchi couldn't help but think of the way he had been smashed in the space of Mu Lingfeng's formation before.

Ye Zhi continued to refuse, which was somewhat unjustifiable. After thinking for a while, Jian Jiji said: "I am not suitable for the current position in the Confucian sect.

How about this! I will be a Confucian and travel around the world.

Without any real power, when walking outside, just treat yourself as one of the representatives of our Mingde lineage, just register! "

"You kid is really good at being lazy! This guy has figured it out. I'm going to discuss this matter with Big Brother. You two brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, let's talk!"

The sword scholar left in a hurry, not looking like an old man at all, as if he was afraid that the sword would be so close that he would regret it.

The two brothers were left alone at the scene. Sui Wu, who was not good at talking, couldn't help but said at this moment: "Brother, I am really not qualified for the position of Sword Confucian...!"

"What qualifications? There is no more suitable candidate than you!" Patting Sui Wujiu's shoulder, Jian Jiuchi explained: "Your sword has no fight, no thoughts, no demands, no desires, and pursues the purest The sword realm.

Confucianism should be benevolent and righteous, but the sword is a weapon born for killing.

Your level of swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and it is difficult to find someone in this land of misery. There is no one more suitable for this position than you, and there is no one who can better represent the spirit of Confucianism. "

"Brother, my strength is limited! I'm afraid it's difficult to take on such a high position!"

"Perhaps many people think that your strength is limited? But in my opinion, this is not the case. Your sword realm is unique, but your foundation is insufficient.

All he needs to do is repair his foundation and he will definitely become the top swordsman.

Your poor performance in the battle was all because subconsciously, you were unwilling to hurt people with your sword, let alone kill.

This kind of sword is the pinnacle of Confucian swordsmanship. I am not as good as you, and the old man may not be as good as you.

In fact, in my opinion, if you really don't want to hurt others, you can completely change your mind when confronting others.

You can't kill people, but you can do your best to make your opponent incapacitated. If you make an unfortunate mistake, you can make up for it afterwards. Don't get entangled in such things and you are the strongest. "

Sui Wuzhi wrote down the words of the sword in a vague way, and said seriously: "Brother, I will try the method you said!"

Afterwards, the two brothers chatted for a long time. Sui was not good at words for no reason. Most of the time, they talked with swords close to each other.

Until it was getting late, Amber, who had finished her studies for the day, came to Xishan.

After seeing the sword close at hand, he threw himself into his arms and complained.

Not long after, Laodian also returned from Haozheng Supreme Hall, and the four of them had a dinner together in Xishan.

With the sword just around the corner, he returned to the De Feng Ancient Road with Amber sleeping in his arms.

(End of this chapter)