Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

The changes here were completely unexpected by Jiang Hao.

According to the swordsman, no one has cleaned this place for many years.

It's totally fine to wait an extra day.

Unfortunately, let alone one day, it was too late to rush over.

Someone got there first.

But after seeing these three people, he knew who the traitor was here.

Mr. Big Man in the World.

The person who can make the twelve heavenly kings overseas fear and respect him at the same time is also the person who walked out of the abyss.

Looking at the three people in front of him, Jiang Hao was filled with emotion. He had met these people when he was traveling with Hong Yuye.

I wonder if they look the same as before.

At first, I used Xiao Sansheng’s scholarly look.

There was no disguise this time, but with Hong Yuye's presence, they basically wouldn't show their true appearance.

The fact that Bizhu couldn't find him was enough to explain the problem.

There was no change in Mr. Tao's eyes, and he must have seen a strange face.

"Is there really a chance here?" Jiang Hao asked when he came to the stone tablet.

He looked at the dirt and wanted to take out a rag and wipe it a few times.

"Yes." Tang Ya nodded and said:

"I can feel that this stone tablet is not simple."

The middle-aged swordsman was quite surprised:

"Why can't I see it?"

"Your eyes are not as sharp as mine." Tang Ya said while wiping her eyes.

Jiang Hao looked at the stone tablet and found that it was not written on the pages of the sages, but four characters in a small font.

“There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning.”

"Yes, there is no limit to learning. This is what that gentleman left behind. It is said that his knowledge is at the forefront of the academy.

It's a pity that the cultivation talent is dull, and the upper limit is far lower than that of the gentlemen in the backyard of the academy. Mr. Tao said with emotion.

Jiang Hao didn't care about this, he just remembered that he could add a few words and the previous sentence.

"This gentleman's road is so difficult. With his talent, he cannot reach this position, let alone become a famous gentleman in the academy." Zhu Shen said with respect:

"I don't know how he ended up here."

The middle-aged swordsman wanted to say that this was not a traitor?

But he couldn't say it out loud. He had traveled around the world for many years and could see that these people really respected this person. He was asking for trouble by saying this.

Jiang Hao didn't care about what Mr. Tao and others said.

No strong man's path is easy.

With a sigh, he took out a pen and asked:

"Can you write a few words?"

"Friends are welcome." Mr. Tao smiled and said:

“We are just tourists and don’t know the rules here.

No one has been cleaning this place all year round, so I guess I could use some writing. "

Jiang Hao nodded and stood quietly in front of the stone tablet.

He writes pretty well.

That's why I dare to show my ugliness.

Several people on the side looked at him, curious about what this person would leave behind.

The same goes for red rain leaves.

Jiang Hao was not influenced by these people. Whether he was embarrassed or not, it was a matter of ancient times and today.

It has nothing to do with Jiang Hao.

Just out of some strange ideas, I want to leave a mark.

I don’t know if I agree with this gentleman’s thoughts.

After a while, Jiang Hao put away his pen and ink.

At this time, Tang Ya looked at the stone tablet and couldn't help but read out: "There are roads in the mountain of books, and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat?"

"Let's go." Jiang Hao turned to Hong Yuye and said.

The latter nodded and left together.

Mr. Tao looked at the handwriting with some emotion. For a moment, he seemed to see how the gentleman reached such a height step by step.

Besides them, it was the middle-aged men who felt it most deeply.

He is literate and understands the meaning of this sentence.

I just don’t know why my eyes are a little wet.

He learned swordplay since he was a child and wanted to become a swordsman.

It's a pity that once it feels hard, I don't want to continue, and once I continue, I just want to be lazy.

He has neither talent nor diligence, nor does he walk with boredom and suffering.

Nowadays, nothing has been accomplished. Sometimes opportunities come before him, but he refuses them one by one.

Because he knows that he has no real talent or learning.

I would never dare to take that opportunity.

This kind of bitterness was nothing in the past, but when he saw these words, it was like a spring flowing out, making him feel ashamed.

"It's too late, it's really too late."

He was past his prime and could no longer carry the sword.

You can only carry it behind your back and use it as a decoration to disguise yourself.

Then with some knowledge, he got people to get him drunk and lived by it.

"Senior." Someone suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

When he turned around, he saw the young man who was about to leave looking at him.

"Call me?" The middle-aged swordsman looked confused.

"Yeah." Jiang Hao nodded and said:

"Senior, do you still remember your wish?"

"Wish?" The middle-aged swordsman was puzzled.

"Yes, you said you wanted to stand in the sky." Jiang Hao reminded.

The middle-aged swordsman smiled and said, "I did say that."

"Take the sword off your back and put it on the ground." Jiang Hao said.

The latter didn't know why, but he did it anyway.

"Stand up." Jiang Hao said.

The middle-aged swordsman was puzzled, but his feet immediately stood on the sword.

"Then, follow me." Jiang Hao said softly, and then walked away into the sky.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was a little stunned. Before he started to think, the sword under his feet made a sword sound, and then he lifted him up and walked with the sword.

The wind whistled in my ears, the streets gradually became smaller, and the city seemed to be under my feet.

For a moment, he felt a little scared and a little hopeful.

A few moments.

He held his sword in the air, looking down from a high position.

Mountains and rivers passed below him, and they were miles away in the blink of an eye.

That was a mountain that he would need to walk for a long time to cross.

below.

Hong Yuye stood in the alley looking at the stone tablet.

The stone tablet began to change, and the words Jiang Hao wrote were engraved bit by bit, as if they were recognized by the stone tablet.

In just a few breaths, a complete sentence appeared on the stone tablet.

"There are roads in the mountain of books, and hard work is the path; there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, and hard work is the boat."

Then the light bloomed, but no one cared about it.

Only a few people were seen.

"Did Mr. Da sense it?" Zhu Shen said in surprise.

"Yes." Mr. Tao nodded.

"Then Mr. Big will ask, right?"

"Will do."

Then the two turned their heads.

But there was no one behind him.

"What a pity." Zhu Shen sighed.

"It's not a pity, that's fine." Mr. Tao smiled.

Tang Ya looked at the two of them, pretending not to hear their conversation.

Continue to wipe the dirt off the stone monument.

After a long time.

In front of a small city, the middle-aged swordsman stopped here. It was his suggestion.

Seeing Jiang Hao's figure disappearing into the sky, he felt quite emotional.

"So this is what it feels like to fly with a sword."

His eyes were still a little moist. When he looked at the city gate, he sighed softly:

"I have been walking for half my life. I didn't want to come back, but I didn't expect that I would come back."

As he moved forward, he entered the city gate, crossed the street, and finally stopped in front of a martial arts gym.

After entering, I saw an old man in his sixties teaching martial arts.

The other party saw him frozen on the spot, his eyes full of anger, but also full of emotions:

"You... still know how to come back?"

The middle-aged man came to the old man, knelt on the ground, and said with determination in his eyes: "Father, I want to learn to sword."

At this moment, the old man seemed to have returned to more than thirty years ago, when a child knelt in front of him and told him that he wanted to learn to sword.

But now this child has turned into a forty-year-old middle-aged man.

But no matter what, he still replied with the same words as before: "Okay."

The middle-aged swordsman kowtowed heavily several times.

He knew that there was a destiny in this world, but it was impossible for the destiny to look down on him, who was mediocre and ordinary.

If he could meet her in the future, he wanted to make himself worthy of immortality.

"Father, will it be too late for me to learn swordsmanship at the age of forty?"

"Not too late, just right."