There was a rustling sound on the mountain path.
The female professor walked to Eldest Brother and Yu Lian, put down the broom in her hand, and patted the dust off her green gown. Her wrinkled face was full of calmness. She said, "Since you are all like this, I should go."
She had not been involved in the world for many years. When the world was fighting against the Tang Empire, she could only watch silently because of her family background. However, that person had come to Chang 'an today, and even she could not sit still in the classroom.
At this moment, Jun Mo walked out of the mountain fog and said, "Stop fighting. Senior Brother and Junior Sister have not recovered, and you are also old. It should be me."
The female professor said, "How rude of you."
At this moment, the four people present were the four strongest people in the Academy. That person had come to Chang 'an, so the Academy would naturally let them receive him. However, they all knew that once he left, it would be hard to predict what would happen, so they argued.
Jun Mo was silent.
The female professor stared into his eyes and said, "Even if you are in your best condition, you are still no match for him."
"My sword has never asked for perfection."
Jun Mo said, "So many people who are stronger than me still lost to me. Even Liu Bai did not take advantage of me."
The female professor stopped talking when Liu Bai was mentioned, and the wrinkles on her face deepened.
"Come out." Jun Mo said.
Following these words, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi walked out of the clouds. This was the first time they had walked out of the Cloud Gate Formation alone, so they were a bit excited. However, the pool water was extremely cold, and their faces were pale. They looked extremely miserable.
Jun Mo looked at Eldest Brother and Yu Lian in the wheelchair and said, "Stop fighting. I want to bring them back to Chang 'an, so it is on the way to see that person. I have a reason, so I will go."
Yu Lian said, "Why do you want to bring them back to Chang 'an?"
Jun Mo thought for a while and said, "Home visit?"
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The atmosphere in the carriage was very depressing because Jun Mo did not say anything.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi secretly exchanged glances and vaguely guessed that something big had happened in Chang 'an. They became nervous and did not dare to talk. They kept their mouths shut and looked at the scenery outside the window.
There were only spots of green in the tree branches beside the road. The two teenagers looked along the neat trees and saw the city wall of Chang 'an City in the distance.
At noon, the South Gate of Chang 'an should have been very busy. The soldiers of the City Patrol Department should have been carefully checking the people coming in and out. The people in the queue should have been complaining about the speed of entering the city, and the peddlers selling herbal tea and eggs could not stop drinking. However, it was unusually quiet today.
In the daytime, the two heavy and mountainous city gates were tightly shut. There were no pedestrians, no hawkers, no soldiers of the City Patrol Division, not a single person in front of the city gates.
There was only one carriage.
The carriage looked very ordinary. It was covered with mud and dust, and had no luster to speak of. Occasionally, a chilly spring breeze would blow off some of the dust on the carriage, revealing the dark color inside. It seemed to be made of steel, and a few smooth lines could be vaguely seen.
There were no horses in the black carriage, only a single carriage. The place where the wheels touched the ground had sunk deeply, and fine gravel could be seen on both sides. Looking back, one could see that the hard stone surface of the state highway had been crushed into two very deep marks, stretching to a very far place, with no end in sight.
How heavy was this carriage? How could the road be so damaged?
What was more eye-catching than the carriage was the person standing beside it. Since there were no horses, could it be that he had pulled such a heavy carriage so far with his bare hands?
The person was wearing an ordinary cloth gown. His eyes were ordinary, and there were a few wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. However, his skin was very delicate, and his hair was a little gray. If one looked closely, one would find that his black hair revealed a sense of youth. It was hard to tell how old he was, or whether he was young or old.
A flagon was tied to the person's waist, swaying gently with the spring breeze.
He seemed to be waiting for someone. Feeling a little bored, he picked up the flagon and took a sip.
When he drank, his expression was very heroic, like a whale drinking seawater. He did not put down the flagon for a long time, but the flagon never reached the bottom, and there was always wine pouring out.
On the city wall, countless crossbows were aimed at the drinking man, but no one dared to shoot.
Because the man did not care that he was being aimed at by the powerful crossbows. He minded his own business, drinking alone in the spring breeze, as if he did not exist in this world.
The man put down the flagon, wiped his mouth, and narrowed his eyes.
His slightly narrowed eyes were full of intoxication, because in this life, there was nothing else he loved but wine. However, if one looked at the deepest part of his eyes, one could see that his eyes were so cold and full of vicissitudes, because in his long life, he had already seen through everything, and was long tired of this world, so he was heartless.
The sound of hooves gradually slowed down, and another carriage arrived in front of the city gate.
Zhang Nianzu squeezed to Li Guangdi's side, and the two youths looked at the man through the window. Their bodies could not help but tremble, and their faces were extremely pale, because they seemed to see the Taoist in indigo on the street that day.
Jun Mo lifted the curtain in front of the carriage, and got off.
He walked in front of the man, and slowly stopped.
The spring breeze caressed the empty sleeve below his right arm, his posture was gentle, but his breath was cold.
The iron sword was in the sheath at his waist, and he did not pull it out.
Jun Mo looked at the man beside the black carriage, and his eyes fell on the flagon at his waist. After a long silence, he bowed his head and said, "Greetings, Senior."
The man was somewhat satisfied, and said, "No need to be so polite."
It was a simple sentence, but it made the South City Gate tremble.
This was because the man's voice was very old, extremely old, and when the air passed through his vocal cords, it was like bronze covered in dust rubbing against each other. Even if the dust and dirt were rubbed off, it was followed by the friction of the rust on the bronze, which made everyone's soul throb.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi did not get off the carriage. After hearing this voice, their faces became even paler, and their bodies suddenly became as cold as ice, as if they had suddenly arrived at the age of death from their youth.
Countless painful groans came from inside the city wall. The Tang soldiers who aimed at the man with crossbows were shocked by this voice, and even the moss-covered bricks of the city wall showed some signs of loosening. The city wall had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain, but it was still too young before this old voice.
Jun Mo raised his head, and his expression was still calm, without any respect in his eyes.
He said, "Leave, or die."
The spring breeze blew again, and the flagon on the man's waist swayed again. He was a little surprised, and then became indifferent again. He looked at Jun Mo and said, "I heard that you value etiquette the most."
"I have already paid my respects to Senior, so I don't need to be more polite."
Jun Mo looked at the man and said, "Etiquette is based on respect. I paid my respects to you because of your seniority. My teacher once asked you, but it was based on the order, not you. "
The man slightly raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently, "Why am I not worthy of respect?"
Jun Mo said, "Because you are a coward."
With this sentence, the Qi of Heaven and Earth in front of the South City Gate suddenly changed dramatically.
The spring breeze turned into a bone-chilling wind.
Jun Mo's empty sleeve swayed in the spring breeze, as if it had been starched too many times, suddenly stiffened, and the soft lines on the sleeve became extremely sharp lines.
His right arm was broken, but he still had his sleeve.
He did not draw his sword, but his sleeve was still full of sword wills.
In the sudden cold spring breeze, there were countless sharp sword wills.
In the carriage, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi's faces became even paler, because they found that there seemed to be many sharp lines in the air, and every breath was so painful.
Countless sword marks appeared in front of the man.
The wine flask at his waist suddenly emitted countless clear sounds before gradually fading away.
He looked at Jun Mo and said, "His taste in accepting disciples is indeed much better than ours."
Jun Mo said, "My teacher is much better than you two at everything."
After saying this, he stretched his left hand to his waist, held the middle of the scabbard, and held the sword horizontally in front of him. The iron sword was still at the same level as his eyebrows, and he seemed to be respectful, but in fact, he was as cold as ice.
Jun Mo performed the junior's salute. He held the sword horizontally in front of him, and his expression was solemn.
The iron sword was square and wide, and in the wind, it was like an indestructible city wall.
The shadow of the iron sword and the sleeve fell on the ground, and it was like a solemn and continuous green mountain.
"You guarded the Verdant Canyon for seven days, defeated Ye Su, and then injured Liu Bai. You are indeed extraordinary."
The man saw Jun Mo holding the sword horizontally, and his expression became more serious.
But only a little. He waved his sleeve, and the spring breeze came, lingering around him. His aura suddenly increased, and he broke through five states in a flash. No one knew which mountain he was on.
He was not in the city, so the city wall could not stop him. He was not in the green mountain, so the green mountain could not see him. He did not want to fight, and even someone as strong as Jun Mo could not fight. What state was this?
"My teacher said that in terms of this state, even Buddha is not as good as you." Jun Mo's gaze passed through the sword and fell on the man. He said, "Since you don't want to fight, why are you here?"
The man looked at him and said, "I came to Chang 'an to return something to the Academy."
Jun Mo asked, "What is it?"
The man said, "It's this carriage."
Jun Mo said, "I have arrived. You can leave now."
The man asked, "Is this carriage yours?"
Jun Mo said, "No."
The man said, "In that case, I am not looking for you."
Jun Mo said, "Since it is Youngest Brother's carriage, I can make the decision."
The man shook his head slowly, and took a sip from the flagon on his waist. He looked back at the old mottled city wall and said, "No, because you can't make the decision for this city."
Jun Mo looked at him and did not speak.
He only had one hand holding the scabbard, so he could not hold the hilt.
The iron sword was pulled out of the scabbard by itself, and with a slight sound of friction, it was about to show its sharpness.
At this moment, the sound of friction came from the city gate, and then it slowly opened.
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