The voice has some vicissitudes of life and a hint of sadness.

Fan Xiaodao said alertly: "Who?"

An old man walked out from behind the ancestral hall. His face was pale and his hair could be seen between his temples. The old man was in his forties or fifties, maybe even older. He was wearing a scholar's Confucian shirt and stood under the moonlight, staring.

Wearing a fan knife.

Fan Xiaodao asked, "Who is your Excellency?"

The old man said, "My name has long been forgotten, and now I am just a living dead under Jinling City."

When Fan Xiaodao heard what he said, he thought to himself that he must be a descendant of the Jinling Li family. The Li family was very large back then, and there were always some fish that slipped through the net, but these are all old cases.

Fan Xiaodao cupped his hands and said, "Fan Xiaodao, I inadvertently broke into this place. Please forgive me for disturbing you."

The old man said, "The sword in your hand is Jinghong?"

Fan Xiaodao nodded.

The old man said: "It seems that Zhixing is dead."

As expected, he was from the Li family. Fan Xiaodao thought to himself that not only was Li Zhixing dead, but he also died by his own hands. However, he was determined not to say such words.

The old man's face was calm, but he contained a strange power. Every time he breathed and breathed, he seemed to resonate with the world, as if he was integrated into this world.

The old man did not pursue the matter too closely.

Fan Xiaodao asked, "Senior, are you from the Li family in Jinling?"

The old man did not answer or deny. He came to the yard, looked at the sword forest stone tablet, and said, "On this stone tablet, there are recorded the fifteen sets of swordsmanship that the Li family in Jinling was most proud of at that time. It's just that the swordsmanship is

There is no way to practice the ancient method. Only people who do good things can spread it out and keep it."

Fan Xiaodao read half of the inscription. These swordsmanship emphasizes sword energy, not sword moves. It emphasizes the mind's enlightenment and the sword moves appear on their own. It is obviously a superior swordsmanship, but the true energy of the world is thin now. If you want to practice these swordsmanship,

There is no way to start with swordsmanship.

The old man said: "In those days, the Li family in Jinling was famous all over the world. There will be countless people paying homage tomorrow. The owner of this house never minded sharing his sword skills with outsiders, and also provided convenient food and accommodation. At that time, warriors from all over the world gathered in Jinling.

It is truly a prosperous age in the world."

Fan Xiaodao asked again, "Then why did it decline?"

The old man sighed again, "As the saying goes, a man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade. The Li family was confiscated and exterminated. It was nominally because they had a rebellious intention, but in fact it was because they could not hand over what the emperor wanted."

"What do you want?"

The old man said: "The emperor is pursuing the way of immortality, and the ancestors of the Li family have produced sword immortals. The emperor believes that the Li family has the way of immortality, and ordered the Li family to hand it over within three months, but the Li family has already given up martial arts.

How can I hand it over after two hundred years of business, but the emperor doesn't think so." He mocked himself, "If the Li family really has an Immortal Sword Immortal, how can the Zhu family let it be manipulated at will?"

Fan Xiaodao said, "In my opinion, the Li family still doesn't know how to adapt. If it were me, I would give him a few copies of the inscription on this stone tablet and say that this is the sword of longevity. If he fails to practice it, he will be a qualified person."

If you have limitations or your heart is not sincere enough, this is the business of the gods and has nothing to do with you."

Hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "At that time, the emperor was in a hurry, and someone in the family also mentioned this matter, but the head of the family believed that this was a crime of deceiving the emperor and did not agree."

"It's still too real."

The old man shook his head, "Not necessarily. At that time, there were many factional fights in the family. If this matter was leaked, it would be a real crime of deceiving the emperor. At that time, the head of the family thought that he had a pretty good relationship with the emperor. Unfortunately, he

I overestimated myself and underestimated the emperor’s determination. Alas, it’s useless to say this now.”

Fan Xiaodao also felt a little sad that a generation of family, the Jinfen Family, had declined like this.

He just wanted to relax and had no intention of breaking into this place. Since he was discovered by the owner of this place, he apologized slightly and was about to leave. The old man suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

"What do you have to teach me, senior?"

The old man said, "You are holding the Jinghong Sword, which means you are destined to my Li family. The fifteen sets of sword skills on this stone tablet cannot be practiced by others, but you can. I wonder if you would like to join my sect?"

Fan Xiaodao smiled and asked, "What are the benefits?"

The old man said, "Two months ago, the middle star collided with Ziwei, and there was a strange phenomenon in the capital. I am afraid that the world will change drastically. If we can't respond in time, I am afraid that we will repeat the same mistakes as the heaven came two hundred years ago. Although I don't know what to do.

Why did I give Jinghong to you? But since I gave it to you, there must be a deep meaning. It is God's will that you come to the Li family's old house again tonight."

Fan Xiaodao said suddenly, "You mean, I will learn the sword from you and then save the world?"

"Exactly."

Fan Xiaodao laughed loudly and said, "No need."

"Why?"

Fan Xiaodao said: "Many times, the sword in your hand cannot solve the problem. Otherwise, the Li family would not have declined. What's more, I don't have such a high level of consciousness."

"Cultivating swords and becoming an immortal or a saint is something that many people in the world dream of, but you are not interested?"

Fan Xiaodao shook his head, "No. I don't have any ambitions. For me, if I am alive and have meat to eat, wine to drink, friends, and lovers, my life is not in vain. Saving the world's common people is a matter of life.

Let’s leave it to others!”

The old man looked slightly disappointed, but he didn't force it.

Suddenly, he glanced at Fan Xiaodao's Qi Pulse, said "Hey" in his mouth, ducked, came to Fan Xiaodao's body, and reached out to grab Fan Xiaodao's pulse door.

When Fan Xiaodao saw that he suddenly took action, he turned his right hand slightly and used a diamond punch to hit the old man's chest.

One punch missed.

Fan Xiaodao was shocked. He had clearly hit him, but it was like passing through a shadow. He didn't touch him at all. It was too late to change his move. His wrist was clasped by him, and a strong internal force poured in from his wrist. In an instant, Fan Xiaodao was shocked.

Traveling among his meridians.

Fan Xiaodao felt relieved.

The old man had no ill intentions, otherwise the internal force would have shattered his meridians.

The old man said, "Are you poisoned?"

Fan Xiaodao said, "It's a problem I brought from my mother's womb when I was a child."

The old man shook his head, "But every mid-month, the meridians all over the body are about to burst and the pain is unbearable?"

Fan Xiaodao nodded in agreement.

The old man said, "I observed secretly just now that you have the Nine Yang Veins, which is the Yang Vein in the world and one of the three great meridians. However, you have been infected with cold poison since you were a child. Your meridians have been suppressed and you have been attacked by cold poison for many years."

, it is full of wounds, and the elixir you took is a yang thing. Although it can relieve the pain, it is a conflict between yang and yang, which is harmful to your meridians. If this continues, you may not live for five years!"

Fan Xiaodao was shocked, "What?"

"Do you have any pills with you?"

Fan Xiaodao took out the elixir and handed it to the old man. The old man picked it up, looked at it for a long time, and said, "What is your relationship with the demon Taoist Taoist temple in Taiping in the capital?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Then how come there are pills they refined?"

Fan Xiaodao explained, "These pills were left to me by one of my elders before he died."

The old man nodded, "That's it. I noticed that the cold poison in your body was caused by someone drugging you when you were three or four years old. It was not a disease brought from your mother's womb. Who could be so cruel and give it to a child?

Give this poison."

Fan Xiaodao thought to himself that this incident was probably related to the incident at Fengqige. Because of this, his adoptive father risked his life and took him away from the capital.

If I were a prince, then who wanted to harm me?

A few years ago, his adoptive father risked his life and sneaked into the capital, only to be met with misfortune. It seemed that his death was related to the person who dealt with him back then. Suddenly, a chilling thought came to his mind.

Is it the emperor?

He is his biological father, and for more than half a year in the capital, he has received a lot of favors from him. If he wanted to kill him, he would have no chance to stand here.

He asked again: "Senior, do you have a way to detoxify it?"

The old man shook his head, "No, but if you believe me, among these elixirs, there is a kind of strange medicine that is harmful to the body. If taken for a long time, it is easy to lose the mind."

"Bliss grass?"

The old man was surprised: "You actually know this thing?"

Fan Xiaodao nodded, "I have seen a bit of the world."

The old man continued, "Yes, it is the Paradise Grass, but this grass has been extinct two hundred years ago. What you use should be hay that has been aged for more than a hundred years. The medicinal effect has long since dissipated.

I guess there is only Taiping Taoist Temple, which still has some inventory. You’d better stop with these elixirs.”

Don’t want to take the elixir?

It was a heart-piercing pain. I forgot to take it and almost died of pain on Sanlong Mountain.

"The cold poison is fatal."

The old man said, "When the Yin is solemn, the Yang is prosperous; the solemnity comes from the sky, the prosperous comes from the earth; when the communication is harmonious, all things will come into being. If the yin does not grow, the yang does not grow, only when the yin and yang are harmonious can it last long, you

If you can trust me, I can give you acupuncture someday to suppress the cold poison. Although it cannot completely cure you, I can suppress the onset of your cold poison."

Fan Xiaodao cupped his fists and said, "Thank you in advance."

The old man said, "We are destined to meet each other. If you are free, you might as well go to Dangyang Academy in the south of the city to find me."

"Dangyang Academy?"

Fan Xiaodao said in astonishment, "Senior, your surname is Li, but your given name is Xiang Wan?"

"Have you heard of me?"

At the beginning, the prince told him that if he encountered difficulties in Jinling, he could go to Dangyang Academy to find Li Xiangwan. However, he did not expect that they would meet at the Li family's old residence today, and he did not expect that the prince's former aide would meet him at the Li family's old residence.

The famous commoner god in the south of the Yangtze River was actually the "remnant" of the Li family in Jinling!

Fan Xiaodao told him that Zhu Yan had entrusted him to investigate privately minted copper coins, and then said, "I just arrived in Jinling today. I wanted to find a chance to visit Mr., but I didn't expect to meet him here."

Li Xiangwan smiled slightly, "It is indeed a coincidence. However, Zhu Yan does not know the identity of my Jinling Li family, and I hope that I can keep it a secret for me."
To be continued...