Unparalleled Sword Sovereign - Chapter 484

There is no sign of a heavy snow, from north to south, almost the entire proud land covered.

Even in the southwest of China, where the seasons are like spring, many people are shocked and surprised by this strange but magnificent snowflake.

Snowflakes come, the mountains and forests are covered with a layer of white makeup, it seems that the whole world is silent in the white silence.

On Jianshan, the towering city head is also covered by heavy snow. The damaged part of the city head has been repaired, and no change can be seen. However, the swordsmen who are on Jianshan know that although the city which has been standing for thousands of years has been repaired, no one can cover up the damage, and the change brought by that damage has also made a deep brand in the hearts of the swordsmen on Jianshan.

The heavy snow in Jianshan is once in a hundred years. So the swordsmen, who had been silent for a long time, went out of their houses one after another, looked up at the heavy snow, and unconsciously raised their mouths. Most of all, I hope this snow can cover up the original filth of Jianshan and take it away.

Snow, the most happy than the young children.

In the silent city, the children’s laughter gradually came. After the heavy snow came, regardless of the family’s dissuasion, the children ran to the street one after another, chasing and fighting with each other.

A young woman in a white gown slowly appeared on the street. Along the street which has not been cleaned, she stepped on the soft snowflakes. The creaking sound came out and her pace was light.

Women do not have a sword, but slender and tall, bearing is not vulgar. Especially a pair of eyes, with a strange cold color, just along the street, seems to have no purpose.

Most likely because she didn’t know where to go, she turned to a tavern by the side of the road and sat at a table in front of the tavern. She didn’t speak. She just took out a ingot of money and put it on the table, then pointed to the wine cabinet on one side.

The shop boy was sitting on a stool to watch the snow, but he was surprised when he saw the woman. After seeing the woman’s action, he got up, took out a pot of wine from the cupboard, and conveniently brought a small stove and put it on the table in front of the woman.

After the water content of the wine pot is installed, put it on the stove to warm the wine, and the shopkeeper leaves wisely without much nonsense.

This kind of scene, if it is in the hinterland of the Central Plains, will probably make people feel strange, the worst, shop boy should also ask one or two, absolutely will not directly wine. But it’s Jianshan after all, so it’s another matter.

The most important thing in Jianshan is the cultivation of swords. Whether it’s Jian Xiu or Wufu, they are always honest. For the shopkeeper, this kind of people are generally good at keeping a distance. Even some swordsmen may not say a few more words at the end of their life, just for the simplicity of the heart of the sword. All the swordsmen who come here just drink, so when they meet the swordsman who doesn’t speak, the shopkeeper will deliver the best wine in the shop, and then take the money to leave quietly. That’s the truth.

The young woman sat quietly in front of the table at the edge of the wine shop, drinking warm and mellow wine, while turning her head to look at the snowflakes floating on the street, dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Not far away, several boisterous children were having a snowball fight at the entrance of the alley. Their hands were red with cold, but they couldn’t stop the boisterous. Snowflakes were splashing everywhere, and a burst of clear laughter came out.

Women see this scene, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, mostly think of what unknown past, so that the whole cheek are a little more warm.

At this moment, a figure flashed from the street, and soon came to the wine shop. However, he did not say hello to the shopkeeper. Instead, he went straight to the table where the woman was sitting, grinned and sat down.

The woman took her eyes back and looked at the young man who came suddenly. She nodded her head gently, which was a greeting.

This scene, in the eyes of the shop boy, was extremely shocked.

The shopkeeper didn’t know who the woman was. However, this later man is a great man who is well-known on Jianshan mountain, the mountain keeper Gao Songtao!

In the past, there were dozens of mountain watchers in Jianshan, all of whom were sword immortals with extraordinary accomplishments. However, in the recent changes, almost half of the mountain guards have disappeared. And the rest of the mountain guards, who are all behind closed doors, practice their swords at ease, which is hard to figure out. Only Gao Songtao is still active in people’s sight, which makes Jianshan’s sword practitioners feel more comfortable.

Of course, the reason why Gao Songtao has such a reputation on Jianshan mountain, even known to the common people nearby, is that he did a magnificent feat not long ago! Over there is the famous sword of the whole Jianshan mountain! The Tianmen gate, which stands on the top of Xuanfeng mountain, was smashed by this man with one sword, but also killed several so-called “immortals”. Nowadays, the whole Jianshan mountain has been widely spread, and they all regard Gao Songtao as the mainstay of Jianshan mountain, and even hope to become a new Zhenshan people and take up Jianshan!

However, Gao Songtao still goes his own way. Most of the time, he inspects the great wall of Jianqi, but he seldom mentions it.

Now, Gao Songtao is here. How can we not be shocked?

Of course, the shock comes from the shock. The shopkeeper is not stupid enough to disturb the Sword Fairy. He just swallows his saliva and runs to the back kitchen to find the boss who is still dozing. Maybe he wants the boss to come and have a good look.

The wine shop was silent.

After pouring himself a glass of wine, Gao Songtao smashed his mouth and praised the wine. Then he learned from the woman opposite to look at the snowy street outside the restaurant and sighed softly: “this snow has changed the world.”

The woman nodded with a smile, but she didn’t know what to say.

Gao Songtao no longer talks, but drinks quietly, watching the snowflakes fall.

After they sat opposite each other for a long time, the wine pot in front of them soon bottomed out. Gao Songtao smashed his mouth and got up and said, “let’s go.”

The woman looked up at Gao Songtao, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, “are you still going to wait on the great wall of Jianqi?”

Gao Songtao, who had already got up, was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile and nodded.

“Can you wait?” The woman asked helplessly.

Gao Songtao nodded and said, “yes, I believe him.”

The woman in white laughed and said nothing more.

Gao Songtao hesitated a little. He sat down and said in a soft voice, “is he OK?”

“Lost a lot of things and got some. On the whole, it’s OK. ” The woman calmed down.

Gao Songtao breathed out a long breath and said, “that’s good. If even he’s not good enough, I’m really sorry for my brother.”

The woman in white just shook her head and said, “each has its own way. It’s the end of the road. But what happens next is up to you. ”

“And you? Not going back to jiuxiao mountain? ” Gao Songtao asked with a frown.

Obviously, this question has been in Gao Songtao’s mind for a long time. He has always wanted to ask, but he has never spoken. Because this woman is not someone else at all, but a woman from jiuxiao mountain, Zhong Ling!

However, no one thought that when he first met him, he was just a little girl. Now he has grown into a graceful woman, and his cultivation has already become a saint, among the so-called saints. Today’s mountain spirit Zhong Ling is the most important core of Jianshan, and also the biggest chip to frighten those so-called outsiders. It is because of Zhong Ling’s stay that people from other places who are seriously damaged dare not make a sound by holding their noses.

In the recent change, the birth of Zhong Ling, a woman, will be remembered by all the Kendo masters in Jianshan.

Outsiders don’t know that in the fight, Su Chunsheng abandoned Zhao Zhujian’s cultivation, held the sword in both hands, and tore the place with jiuxiao sword array, which attracted people’s anger. But Su Chunsheng is happy not to be afraid, starts to kill greatly. The fight between immortal and Jianxiu became bloody and cruel. Then, Zhong Ling came across the sky, kicking those covetous immortals back to the heaven and earth, and beating countless so-called immortals, which shocked everyone. All the masters of Kendo who are qualified to watch the battle and even can sense the change of Qi are scared out of their wits. Even those who have eyes above the top dare not make any mistakes and leave.

Since then, Zhong Ling has settled down in Jianshan to suppress Jianqi. But everyone knows that the existence of female Zhong Ling is undoubtedly a spur and a fear for Jian Xiu. Therefore, today’s Jianshan is surprisingly quiet. All the masters of Kendo begin to work hard. No one even wants to clean up the mess. It’s up to Gao Songtao to settle all the parties in Jianshan.

Of course, the existence of Zhong Ling has become a taboo for those sword practitioners who are lucky enough to have seen the fight between immortals.

Zhong Ling, who was no longer that charming villain, was stunned for a moment. He shook his head and said calmly, “it’s very good now. I won’t go back.”

“That…” Gao Songtao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he finally held back.

In silence, Gao Songtao left and went on to inspect the Great Wall. Zhong Ling was the only one left in the wine shop.

When Gao Songtao completely left, Zhong Ling continued to turn his head and looked at the children at the entrance of the lane, with his mouth slightly raised.

When Su Chunsheng went back to jiuxiao mountain, it also snowed heavily. In that heavy snow, Su Chunsheng will play with the children of Yuntian academy, which is very lively.

Nowadays, are spring students going to have their own children?

Zhong Ling takes back his sight, subconsciously looks to the East, murmurs, but unconsciously turns his eyes red.

Outsiders don’t know why they are so powerful, but Zhong Ling knows very well that being a saint means long-term loneliness, even solitude. And even if they are willing to, but there, already unable to accommodate themselves. To go further means to be more lonely. This is the way Zhong Ling chose for himself.

The moon has its ups and downs, and people have their joys and sorrows.

What the ancients said is very good.