As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 125 Chapter 124: Bashan

The rain at night in Bashan makes people sad.

Mountains, stone paths, and moss, many famous heroes from the past have emerged here, and many old stories of the world have been buried here.

Over the years, famous masters in the world have all come to an end sadly, and only a few can remain undefeated.

It was an accident for Taoist Gu of Bashan. The willow sword danced in the wind by the Seven Seven 49 Hands was ethereal and pure. His disciples were scattered, and they all became famous in the world, but he disappeared and retired to the mountains and forests.

Therefore, Bashan Taoist Temple has been regarded as a holy place by young people who are obsessed with swords for a long time.

Now it is gradually deserted, with only some legends about Taoist Gu and a sword mark on the stage remaining.

In the mist and drizzle, at the end of the stone path, the Taoist temple on the barren mountain has been burning for a long time, and there is no trace of human beings.

A pair of shoes stepped onto the stone path, wearing a bamboo hat, leading a horse, followed by another person.

Leaving shallow footprints on the stone steps, they entered the lonely Taoist temple. The two took off their bamboo hats, and the long hair tied inside flowed out. They patted the drizzle on their bodies with gentle and gentle movements.

He casually brushed the dust on the straw and sat down.

Then take out the water bag and take a sip.

While looking around at this Taoist temple.

"In the past, sword energy soared into the sky, but now there is not even a mouse." Gu Changsheng looked at the wall. In those years, one person could build a holy land of swordsmanship.

Qiqi 49 Hands Hui Feng Wu Liu Sword should be one of the pioneers of this era decades ago.

Jiang Yuyan blew a breath, and the dust from the divine case dispersed.

Sitting on the threshold and looking into the distance, the green mountains and forests already look like early spring.

She propped up her chin, looked at the sword mark on the steps outside the door and said, "Everything will be lonely when no one is around. Aren't there only broken walls and ruins left in the Xiuyu Valley?" To be precise, the broken walls and ruins are just barely there, they have been covered by vegetation. Covered by greenery, leaving only a little trace.

There were familiar places along the way, as well as completely unfamiliar changes. The two of them were like travelers who had been traveling for many years, quietly looking at the scenery.

Gu Changsheng looked at her back with a smile, raised his hand and threw the water bag over. Jiang Yuyan grabbed it without looking back.

If you want time to pass more slowly, the best way is to walk more and see more.Living in the same environment every day, repeated images will be ignored by the brain, merged, and nothing will be left.

Everything has been fine along the way, except for the occasional rip-off.

The dilapidated Taoist temple does not make people uncomfortable. On the contrary, the silence inside gives people a sense of peace.

Gu Changsheng tapped the scabbard with his fingers, thinking about his sword.

"Ximen Chuixue of Wanmei Villa learned swordplay when he was seven years old. Where were you when you were seven years old?"

"I'm picking up rags that others don't want." Jiang Yuyan thought for a while and said.

"Master Ye Gucheng, the master of Baiyun City, is lonely, as lonely as snow."

"I'm not lonely at all."

"Gong Jiu is the eldest son of Prince Taiping. He is extremely talented and can learn any martial arts in one go."

"I will only endure hardship."

"He's so strong, he's so rich, and he's so good at martial arts." Gu Changsheng sighed.

Those people were all out of their minds. They either assassinated the emperor or wanted to seize the throne, or they pursued the way of swordsmanship. Maybe it was because they had nothing else to pursue that they could pursue the highest realm in the way of swordsmanship?

Hua Manlou is also the seventh young master of the Hua family, and his family background is extremely wealthy.

It's just that Lu Xiaofeng's past seemed not to be very good, but later she became strong and lived a free life.

Gu Changsheng thought carefully and couldn't remember Lu Xiaofeng's past. His past was extremely hidden, and even Ximen Chuixue didn't know much about it even after knowing him for 20 years.

"Shall we become nuns?" Jiang Yuyan said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Gu Changsheng was surprised. "A nun who leads a spiritual practice occupies such a ruined temple. Anyway, you can do calculations and deceive people."

Jiang Yuyan pointed back at the broken Taoist temple. It was quiet and very good.

Gu Changsheng said: "The Taoist temple does not accept nuns."

"Oh, that's what it means."

"Your thoughts are not pure, so I don't want you to treat me wrong."

"..."

Jiang Yuyan said nothing, staring at the sword marks on the steps in a daze.

It was a very deep and long sword mark. If it were not driven by the true energy, it would be difficult to cut such a deep mark.

"In a few years, a monk will come here, tie his feet with a big iron chain, throw away the keys to prevent himself from running around, and at the same time ask the woodcutter at the foot of the mountain to deliver a bowl of rice and vegetables every day."

"Oh?" Jiang Yuyan was attracted by her words, "Why did this monk do this?"

Gu Changsheng said: "Because he fell in love with a singing girl."

Jiang Yuyan asked: "So what happened?"

Gu Changsheng said: "He is a monk, and a very honest monk."

Jiang Yuyan was startled and looked at the Taoist statue behind her.

A monk falls in love with a prostitute and then locks himself here?
"You always know these strange things." Jiang Yuyan said.She was already thinking about what kind of monk he was and what kind of prostitute he was.

If he really likes it, why should he lock himself up?
Oh, he's a monk.

Jiang Yuyan suddenly laughed. Gu Changsheng didn't know what she was laughing about and couldn't guess. Jiang Yuyan laughed for a while, took out food from the horse, some dried meat, and some cakes wrapped in oil paper, and met Gu Changsheng. Changsheng divided it up, picked up a few pieces of wood from around, chopped them up, and turned them into a bonfire.

"Since you know that there is a monk who has locked himself here, do you want to carve a small letter to laugh at him?"

"It's not good to laugh at others."

Gu Changsheng said.

How could the number one knight in Buddhism care about a mockery?
Jiang Yuyan pursed her lips but said nothing. Instead of going to the temple, the monk came to this dilapidated Taoist temple.

Looking at the gentle curves hidden under Gu Changsheng's clothes, she suddenly said: "Have you ever thought about locking yourself up?"

Gu Changsheng asked: "Why should I lock myself up?"

Jiang Yuyan said: "Because you are more outrageous than that monk."

Gu Changsheng said: "I don't think I'm overdoing it, but you."

Jiang Yuyan blinked and said, "What's wrong with me?"

Gu Changsheng didn't say anything. Needless to say, masters are always different from ordinary people. If you are not different from ordinary people, you can't become a very high master.

It rained at night in Bashan, and a bonfire was lit.

The firelight reflected on their faces, they looked like female ghosts in a barren mountain, eating people's hearts and livers in a dilapidated Taoist temple.

As night fell, Jiang Yuyan rarely helped spread the straw. Instead, she stood in front of the statue of the Taoist temple, clasping her hands together, lowering her head slightly and closing her eyes.

Her hair was as black as ink, her white hands were placed in front of her, and her face was also white, like a devout believer, not a blood Rakshasa.

The blood-stained hands are now clasped together, not knowing what to ask for?
Gu Changsheng sat on the straw and watched. She also had blood on her hands. She felt that people like herself did not need to worship gods at all. Even if the statues of gods really had spirits, they would not respond to the requests of such people.

The folded hands cannot hold the sword.

The hands holding the sword cannot worship anything.

Having said that, if there were spirits, many people would not even pick up the sword to save their own lives.

(End of this chapter)