Now it is said that Jiang Wang is the true number one in ancient and modern caves, and has completely surpassed Xiang Fengqi's existence.

But people actually don't understand where he has reached in the realm of the Cave. Because he truly transcended himself and constantly defined his limits, the battle where the [Nobody] frequently fluctuated and revealed his traces happened in his own heart and was not watched by others.

The only thing that can be proved is that he, who is in the realm of Cave Realm, has a sword that is the number one real person in the Central Realm, and has challenged Li Yi, the world in the Yandao Realm, and has actually blocked a sword... In fact, he has already surpassed the world and has walked the invincible path. If it weren't for Mizhiben's disruption, he could prove the Tao with his power and reach the top.

If you say "invincible", you can sit on the top of the mountain of books and be called a saint in the world, but you have never been known as invincible.

Mr. Zi remembered that he was unique and overwhelmed his contemporaries. Although the times changed, new is better than old, and he foresaw the existence of the gap. But he never thought that Jiang Wang would actually push the gap to this level.

No matter how the times develop, isn’t the cave realm still a cave realm?

At that time, Yushan Zihuai was also invincible in calligraphy and swords, and both calligraphy and painting were outstanding. He was called "the gentleman of Yushan, the cave is truly the best", but he could not hold on for a single encounter.

Mr. Zi was surprised first, then relieved, and shook his head with a smile: "The flowers will bloom again, and there will be no more youth! You and I will open eleven games, which is called [Going the Ladder]. The more victories are the winner. The ladder is high and dangerous. You can climb up the stairs, not down."

"I have lost this round."

He threw away the sword he had just pinched in his hand and remained calm: "At present, 2 to zero, let's wait for the results of other fields."

Even after witnessing the Guanhe platform, Jiang Wang's sword shattered and Yan Chun returned. He was confident in his swordsmanship. He talked about the sword of the Supreme Sword with Jiang Wang, and he still had some chance of winning.

Although he has been in the long run, he does not follow the old ways, but develops with the development of the times. He is just a hope of eternal transcendence and cannot take the last step.

He believed that he would not lose the sword of the Great Sword.

But there was an extra Heavenly Dao Sword Immortal who climbed the ladder to this place, and the balance of the battle was frozen.

This is a real person who defines the limits of the world and is enough to interfere with the battlefield of the Supreme Top! The slight gap between the two Supreme Tops is not enough to tolerate this Lord's performance.

Jiang Wang put Bo Xinglang away with a little regret.

Mr. Zi looked at the Heavenly Dao Sword Immortal with great interest, and looked at it again and again.

The Tiandao Sword Fairy's eyes were faint: "What are you looking at?"

Even the questions are not ups and downs.

Mr. Zi nodded with satisfaction: "I have a bit of my charm back then!"

He turned his head to look at Jiang Wang again: "Don't believe it. My Yushan Zihuai was also invincible back then, and he was known as the Cold-faced Sword Immortal!"

As he said that, the wind blew his long hair, making him extremely elegant and sat in the sea of ​​clouds, as if he wanted to ride on the clouds.

Jiang Wangke said, "You are now as charming as you are!"

Chacha wind rolled his long gown, revealing Mr. Zi's bare pair of broken legs.

Jiang Wang's gaze subconsciously fell on the section and moved away as if he was running away. Mr. Zi also instinctively lowered his head and looked down.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Until a blue bird flew over and brought news of one of the sword fighting.

"The list is revealed!"

The cry is like a song, and a bird's beak will fall red leaves-

The red paper falls like maple leaves.

This is the old tradition of "the title of red maple, the list of blue birds" and the grand event of Confucianism.

It was originally equipped with red maple leaves, and later replaced by red paper.

The title on the paper is all very happy.

Those listed above will be cultivated with emphasis and will all be regarded as the future of Confucianism.

It seems that Mr. Zi is also very serious about these eleven sword fights and pays attention to the subtleties.

Jiang Wang just looked at the red paper and saw the outcome.

But I saw the book on paper—

"The annual ring is five, Jiang Wang is paired with Ziyou, and the draw is tied."

The red paper shook and the flames ignited. The paper turned into ashes, but the flames burned a flame door.

Two children with bruised noses and swollen faces walked out of them.

Five-year-old Jiang Wang and five-year-old Zihuai tied. They were both children who didn't know anything. They only had the spirituality of fighting swords and the instinct of playing.

They don’t know how to kill, and there is no such thing as killing in their minds. They hit until their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen, and they are already trying to get enough to eat. They bit their back teeth and do not cry.

"Fight again tomorrow." The five-year-old Zihuai held his eyes hard and said goodbye seriously.

Five-year-old Jiang Wang secretly sucked the air conditioner and waved his hand casually: "Don't miss the appointment."

Each transforms light and returns it to its own body.

Originally, the blue bird ranks, the winner stepped out of the flame gate.

However, the Heavenly Dao Sword Immortal ended the battle too quickly, and he came after he broke through the rings of the year, but he couldn't wait for the blue bird to appear. It was because he saw the name of the red paper record at this moment.

Mr. Zi took back his young self and looked at Jiang Wang and laughed: "You didn't cut your legs, why are you panic?"

At this time, I shouldn’t say mercy or panic.

Jiang Wang smiled and said, "I'm afraid of listening to stories! So I avoid them."

Mr. Zi's eyes were filled with smiles: "You really don't have oil or salt."

He made a serious expression again: "I lost my title today, don't blame me for bullying the small ones for the big ones."

Jiang Wang said: "Fist is afraid of being young and strong!"

As he spoke, a blue bird came on the list, which brought the result of the sword fighting at the age of fourteen.

Fourteen-year-old Jiang Wang undoubtedly lost.

A young man from a small town worked very hard, but Fenglincheng Taoist temple was the highest sky he could see.

Although Zihuai, who was fourteen years old, had not yet opened his pulse, he had already learned endlessly. The rivers and seas were bound to be famous all over the world...

Zihuai at this age is indeed taciturn and calm when he comes to Wenhai. As if victory is a matter of course.

Is it true that truth is natural?

Jiang Wang didn't wait until he was fourteen years old, but he understood that the boy would have to fight until the last moment.

There was no reluctance in the remnant thought of returning from the flame gate.

"Everything has been done... Winning should be like this, and there is no regret for losing."

Mr. Zi was quietly looking at the fourteen-year-old himself, looking at the young man in his prime, walking towards the old man in his twilight atmosphere, with a look of sadness.

Those who have died and have not died can only rely on this literary talent to sacrifice their lives.

His time has stopped, but the wave of time will still bring one young man after another.

He often sees himself in it, but understands that it is not himself.

Yushan Zihuai will never come again.

The fourteen-year-old boy Zihuai walked over with a cold face, sat down, and became a Confucian saint on the top of the mountain of books.

Then there are You Mai, Zhou Tian, ​​Tong Tian, ​​and these three realms are all unsurprisingly defeats.

Mr. Zi bounced his finger and released the blue bird.

The blue birds are in the hunchback, and the sound is singing on the tree platform, and surround the top of the mountain of books: "Zhenhe Zhenjun vs. Mr. Zi... The one who wins six games first is the winner. Now there are two wins, four defeats and one draw, and Mr. Zi leads!"

Several true lords outside the tree platform looked at each other.

Perhaps because of the close relationship between Chu, the monks on Mount Sumeru are much more noble than those on the Hangkong Temple. If Zen Master Zhaowu had long hair, he would also be a famous young master.

The monk raised his eyebrows and said, "What does the eleven sword fights mean?"

Wenhua Shutai concealed the specific information of this battle. Mr. Zi’s [Ladder to the Sky] is only reflected in his heart. Although these audiences are close, they can only learn the results through the Blue Bird’s announcement.

As a contemporary ritual master, Li Hengzhi explained next to him: "This is to avoid the situation of luck and to ensure that hard power strives for victory...it will be more fair."

Zen Master Zhaowu, who hooked Zhiwen Zhong, was very dissatisfied: "Jiang Wang was only thirty-three years old, how could he accumulate enough for Mr. Zi? He accumulated so many years, and he could not be the same as 111 games. How can he be fair?"

He knew that Yan Sheng and Jiang Wang were closer, so he asked, "Mr. Yan, what do you think?"

Yan Sheng looked at the direction of the tree platform and asked, "What would Jiang Wang say?"

Zhaoxiu stopped talking.

Jiang Wang has made a choice.

...

With one mind, the tide is like a cirrus cloud. Mr. Zi sat down with anger and slowly said: "This is [Ladder to the Heaven], which is a path I figured out when I sat wither in my early years. With this, I will distinguish the outcome of your life path."

"Each level of the ladder must be established under the principle of fairness. But when you supervise the Yellow River, you naturally know that there is still a certain amount of space under the word "fairness". I have not spent time for so many years, and have explored clearly. This so-called fair space... Those who make rules naturally treat themselves with preferential treatment."

"Use [Ladder to the Heavenly Heaven] to decide the Tao. In principle, three games, five games, seven games, and nine games are the limit. I have played eleven games for you because to some extent, I have broken the limit of Tao..."

Instead of saying something regrettable, he stopped to explain: "It's almost time to match point."

He smiled and said, "If Jiang Jun feels it is unfair, you might as well think of other solutions."

"Mr. and I have to decide the title, and only heaven and earth can be judged. How can we be fair or not? It is your ability to open the [Ladder to the Heaven]. Even if we drag me to the Middle Ages to decide the Tao, I will recognize it." Jiang Wang said indifferently: "This is the true meaning of unlimitedness."
To be continued...