Martial Cultivator

It was the first spring rain of the year, but unfortunately someone was not in the mood to watch it. After sitting back down, someone with a guilty conscience pretended to turn his head to look out of the carriage and said softly, "Spring rain is as precious as oil."

As for the flushed-faced woman, she quickly calmed down, straightened her clothes, and did not speak immediately. Instead, she raised the curtain and looked at the surrounding scenery. The team was already approaching Changping Prefecture, where the divine capital is located.

In the next few days, Chen Chao first memorized the booklet given by Xie Nandu by heart, then picked up the handkerchief and began to learn the secret techniques on it. He didn't know if he was lucky or was born with this talent. Chen Chao still followed what he learned above seriously, and unknowingly, a weak aura was actually generated in his meridians.

The aura was mysterious and mysterious, and it seemed useless. At least it was impossible to kill people. But according to this secret method, it was clear that Chen Chao was qualified to learn the art of looking at the aura.

When Chen Chao thought that she was the only one in the sect that knew this Qi-gazing technique, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Maybe his career as a martial artist had gone astray, and maybe becoming a Qi-refining practitioner was the way to go. On the magnanimous road, it won't be long before he may be the number one qigong practitioner in the world.

However, when he thought about the current attitude of the Qi Refiner lineage towards him, Chen Chao felt sad. With this talent alone, it was estimated that no sect would be willing to take him in.

Chen Chao quickly threw away the thoughts in his mind and rubbed his head. There is no need to worry about the Qi-gazing technique. You can just practice it when you have free time. On the contrary, this trip to the north has experienced so much. In this life-and-death battle, there are many things that should be considered carefully. After all, whether it is the life-and-death battle with Yuan Ling, or the more dangerous battle with Xilu later, as well as the Sword Sect Great Talisman that I saw afterwards, and the subsequent The sword sect master's battle with the Demon Emperor was of some benefit to him, but the two subsequent opportunities were not that great. Who said he was not a sword cultivator, but just a martial artist?

But after all, the most important thing was the battle in which Emperor Daliang killed Yuan Shan with a sword. In that battle, Emperor Daliang almost taught Chen Chao how to use the sword.

That would do him the greatest good.

Chen Chao also had a question, that is, when it comes to using swords in the world, who is stronger, the late general, or his uncle.

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Chao felt that it should be his uncle.

But after all, the previous owner of his sword was probably the best swordsman in the world.

Xie Nandu saw how busy Chen Chao was these days and did not take the initiative to disturb her. Like Chen Chao, she gained a lot during her journey to the north, especially the final battle between the master of the Sword Sect and the Demon Emperor. , for Xie Nandu, it is a great opportunity. The world's number one swordsman has mastered the sword. Just being able to see one or two clues will be of great benefit. Although Xie Nandu's ambition is entirely in the northern border, but His own talent is real, and he probably has more insights into that battle than Yu Xiyi.

These days, it’s time to digest the gains.

It wasn't until a few days later, after both of them had digested all of this, that they opened their eyes again.

Chen Chao felt that Xie Nandu's sword energy was sharper than before, and he couldn't help but sigh, "You are really a monster."

The woman in front of me was walking a little too fast on the path of cultivation.

Xie Nandu reminded softly, "There are about ten days before we enter the Divine Capital."

Chen Chao hummed, but still didn't care much.

Xie Nandu remained silent and just looked at him.

Chen Chao said, "There is no way that as soon as I arrived in front of the gate of the city of God, a large group of so-called former ministers would kneel in front of the city gate, crying with tears and runny noses, "Your Highness, we have finally waited for you, and then Put the royal robe on me and let me ascend the throne immediately, right?"

Xie Nandu couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

It's just a little too ridiculous.

"But I guess that as soon as I return to the Divine Capital and separate from you, I will meet a lot of people I don't want to see." Chen Chao suddenly joked, "How about I work hard and you can make a queen out of me?" ?”

Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "It's boring."

Chen Chao frowned and said, "Is it boring to be a queen, or is it boring to marry me?"

Xie Nandu glanced at Chen Chao, "What do you think?"

Chen Chao lowered his voice and said, "If I become the emperor, how dare you not open the middle door of your Xie family to me?"

"It turns out that you have always remembered this matter." Xie Nandu said, "It's hard to say. I'm also very curious about what the ancestor of the Xie family will choose."

Chen Chao sighed and said, "I'm very busy."

As he spoke, Chen Chao took out the handkerchief again and wanted to see how to practice Qi Watching. Xie Nandu glanced at it and asked, "What's that girl's name?"

Chen Chao subconsciously blurted out, "Liang Jinjin."

It was only after he finished speaking that he noticed Xie Nandu looking at him.

Chen Chao slapped his forehead and realized that he was following this woman's advice again.

At this moment, Chen Chao began to be extremely glad that the woman in front of him had not learned the Qi-gazing technique, otherwise how would he have lived the rest of his life.

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Most of the Qi Refiner sects in the North are located at the junction of Changping Prefecture and Xinliu Prefecture, and their location selection is extremely demanding. As a group of people who care most about the fate of heaven and earth, they naturally have great requirements when choosing a sect location.

Songxi Mountain is not a large sect of qigong masters in the North. There are only more than a hundred disciples in a mountain gate now, but the location of the mountain gate is not bad. Back then, the founder of Songxi Mountain traveled around the world and came to Songxi Mountain. He saw a thousand-year-old pine on the top of the mountain. There is also a stream flowing slowly from the top of the mountain beside you. You can tell at a glance that this place is the blessed land of Dongtian. Later, the sect was established again and named after Songxi Mountain.

At its peak, there were thousands of disciples in Songxi Mountain, and they once almost became the leader of the Northland Qi Refiner lineage. However, it was a pity that there was no strong person with a name in the mountain sect over the years. As time went by, As time goes by, the decline of the sect is natural and inevitable.

The current generation of Master of Songxi Mountain, Zhenren Zhuyue, is just a Qi refiner in the other side realm, and most of the strong men in the mountain are also in this realm. Therefore, Songxishan has actually been very low-key in these years.

Liang Jinjin returned to the sect before the trip to Mobei was over, but she was uneasy along the way. After all, the sect sent several of their brothers and sisters to Mobei this time, but in the end she was the only one who returned. It was not good no matter what. Account.

But even though she was feeling uneasy, she embarked on her way back. Now when she arrived at the foot of the mountain, as soon as she showed up, the two disciples guarding the mountain at the mountain gate became excited and shouted, "Senior Sister Liang!"

Liang Jinjin came back to his senses and looked at the two junior brothers who had just gone up the mountain. He forced a smile and nodded.

"Senior Sister Liang...Where are Senior Brother Xu and the others?"

"Well... I'm going to see the mountain owner, and then..."

Liang Jinjin didn't say much, and quickly went up the mountain. It didn't take long before she met Zhuyue Zhenren, the mountain master of Songxi Mountain of this generation, and also her master.

Zhuyue Zhenren was already over fifty years old, but she didn't look old. She looked like a woman who had just reached her thirties, but the vicissitudes and fatigue in her eyes made her look a little lifeless.

After Liang Jinjin saluted and was about to speak, Master Zhuyue waved his hand and said, "I already know that this trip to the north is not easy. It is not easy for you to come back alive. As for your senior brothers and sisters, it is fate. I can't blame anyone." ”

Liang Jinjin said softly, "Senior brothers and sisters all died for our disciples. Please punish me, Master."

Zhuyue Zhenren smiled and said, "What's the point of punishment? It's not you who killed your senior brothers and sisters. Since you didn't kill each other in the same sect, you are not guilty. If you didn't get that thing, it's a fate. You don't need to blame yourself."

Liang Jinjin was startled, but he quickly took out the things he had obtained from Xiaoshan Sect and handed them to Zhuyue Zhenren, "Disciple is fortunate to have lived up to his fate. Although he failed to return with his brothers and sisters, fortunately he found this ”

Master Zhuyue took it and looked at it, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and asked curiously, "How did you obtain this object?"

Liang Jinjin opened his mouth and quickly talked about what he had encountered along the way. Of course, he had already thought about how to say it beforehand, so there were not many problems.

After listening to this, Master Zhuyue said with emotion, "It's really hard on you, it's really not easy, but your senior brothers and sisters deserved their death."

Afterwards, Zhuyue Zhenren comforted Liang Jinjin for a few words and asked her to go back and rest.

Looking at his master's back, Liang Jinjin didn't feel much joy. On the contrary, he seemed particularly unfamiliar with his master's anomalies.

After returning to his residence, Liang Jinjin sat in front of the window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, but he was a little absent-minded.

What came to mind instead was the figure of that man.

Liang Jinjin's cheeks were slightly red and he sighed secretly, but after a moment, he held his cheek again and thought of the man's upper body covered with scars.

I couldn't help but sigh.

What has he been through?

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Luming Temple, a small temple in the back mountain.

These days, the old monk may feel that he has been

It was too boring to stay in the temple, so I simply sat on the doorstep. The sun was good today, a rare warm spring sun, but the warm sunshine fell on the old monk's face, but it still couldn't bring him to his senses. All the ravines on the face are illuminated, and those things hidden in the wrinkles never see the light of day.

Under the sun, flying dust was flying in the air on the dusty robes of the old monk. The old monk looked down, with no emotion in his cloudy eyes.

The old monk squinted slightly and looked at the warm sun shining in the sky. In fact, the monks had a different name for the sun, called Tianxing.

However, the more widely circulated saying among the people is that the words "sun" and "celestial star" only exist among many elderly monks and those classics.

The old monk sat on the threshold for a moment, then vaguely saw someone dressed in black coming from a distance.

This scene made the old monk, who had lived for who knows how many years, feel a little dazed for a moment. He had spent most of his life in this small temple and had no friends. Maybe he had, but they had been there long ago. He left with no disciples. Over the years, although he occasionally gave guidance to some monks in the temple, he did not have the title of master or disciple. On the contrary, the Daliang Guoshi, who was known as the demon monk, was really regarded by him as his disciple. It's a pity that there is still no name of master and disciple. Now, the Daliang Imperial Master has passed away many years ago.

The once young monk also liked to wear black clothes.

Now I saw another young monk who liked to wear black clothes.

The old monk remembered many stories in an instant, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

The young monk came to the front of the temple, stopped slowly, and saluted the old monk in front of him.

The old monk is the highest-ranking and longest-lived person in Luming Temple. No matter who he is, he is a junior in front of him.

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the young monk in front of him without speaking.

The two monks, one old and one young, looked at each other for a long time.

The old monk then sighed and said, "Since you are participating in secluded Zen and want to start over, why did you change your mind? Cultivation is not easy, and you have to walk the same path again. Wouldn't it be boring?"

The young monk smiled and said, "You have walked forward for a long time. Do you see the scenery at the end?"

The old monk sighed, "The road is long. Who dares to say that we can reach the end?"

"Then you haven't thought that this path is wrong?" The young monk smiled and said, "Maybe it was wrong from the beginning, so no matter how you go, you will never reach the end."

The old monk said, "How long have you lived before you dare to say that?"

The young monk said, "You have lived for a long time, but living in this temple your whole life is actually no different from living for a few years."

The old monk smiled, but when he smiled, the wrinkles on his face were affected, which looked a little weird. It was hard to tell that he was smiling. On the contrary, it was uglier than crying.

He had lived for many years, and no one dared to speak so rudely in front of him, not even the original monk who was called the demon monk.

"It seems that you have really changed a lot." The old monk said softly, "It's different."

The young monk smiled and said, "I am not the old friend you know."

The old monk smiled and said nothing.

The young monk slowly knelt down and said softly, "I want to hear you lecture on Zen."

The old monk was surprised and said, "Since you have started to join the worldly Zen, what else is good about my Zen."

The old monk has practiced hermit Zen all his life. No one in the world knows this better than him. If the young monk still practices hermit Zen, then he will naturally be the one to inherit his mantle. But since the other monk has changed to worldly Zen, The paths of those two people have long been different.

Chickens and ducks are not the same thing.

The young monk said piously, "All rivers return to the sea, and all dharmas return to one. In fact, they are all the same."

The old monk did not speak, but looked at the young monk in front of him quietly.

He seemed to want to see through what was under his black clothes, and whether the heart inside his body was still the same heart.

Just for a moment, everything around him stopped. The falling leaves were suspended in the air, the birds in the distance stopped chirping, and even the wind between heaven and earth stopped flowing.

The old monk slowly raised his skinny arm, and no dust was shaken off with his movements.

The old monk has lived for many years and has reached a very high level. Although he is not necessarily the most capable of killing people, he is probably the most mysterious monk. His mystery is much more mysterious than that of the Sword Sect Master. The world knows that the sword sect The master of the Sword Sect has unparalleled swordsmanship, but not many people have seen him or seen him wield a sword, so the master of the Sword Sect is known as the most mysterious monk in the world, but the old monk in front of him is probably not even known to anyone. so many.

What he wanted to do, the young monk couldn't stop, and what he wanted to know, the young monk couldn't hide.

But his hand never fell on the young monk's head.

It's not that I can't, but I don't want to.

He didn't want to be tainted with this cause and effect.

I don’t know how long it took, but the old monk withdrew his hand. The wind began to flow, the birds in the distance began to chirp, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground.

The old monk sighed, "Since the path is different, why bother listening to my Zen? I have no Zen to teach you."

The young monk slowly raised his head and said softly, "In this case, please abolish this disciple's cultivation."

The old monk looked at him and said, "Do you really want to start over from scratch without leaving any room for error?"

The young monk nodded and said softly, "If you don't break it, you won't stand it."

The old monk was silent for a long time and said, "I have seen many young people, but they are all dead."

It's an interesting statement, but it seems a bit baffling.

The young monk said, "It is not a shame to die on the road."

After the old monk heard this, he was not prepared to persuade him, but looked at the young monk.

The young monk frowned slightly, and then a touch of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His whole body trembled and he almost fell.

After a while, the young monk slowly straightened up and solemnly kowtowed three times to the old monk in front of him.

Afterwards, he stood up with difficulty and said softly, "I hope we will never see each other again in this life."

The old monk said nothing.

The young monk turned around and walked slowly.

Step by step, it was very difficult.

The old monk glanced at the star in the sky and said nothing.

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Stopping and walking, after Yu Xiyi left the Northern Territory, he walked all the way south, walking slowly. The young swordsman who remembered the story of that year, although he looked free and easy when he left the Northern Territory, in fact, it was so easy to think in his heart. It's open? Therefore, all the way south, he not only did not wield a sword, but chose to walk, and he did not walk very fast. He had to rest for a while after walking for a while. By the time he arrived at Changping Prefecture, it was actually half a month later.

During this period, he walked slowly and thought too much.

More and more distressed.

However, after entering Changping Prefecture, the weather became much warmer. Yu Xiyi stopped in a county town, entered a restaurant, and drank for half a day.

After that, he left the county and rushed to Bailu State.

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Bailu Prefecture has always been full of bookishness, which is not only reflected in the fact that there are scholars everywhere in Bailu Prefecture. In fact, many place names are quite interesting. They are not chosen randomly, but are based on classics. Just like the word Zhulu County, it came from a very famous poet in the previous dynasty. .

However, Baohe Town in Zhulu County seems to have been raised by the stepmother, so I am not so convinced. The town is named after the Baoshui River that runs through the town.

It seems a bit casual.

But there is a special kind of soil in the Baoshui River, called Baotu, which is really a good material for making inkstones. Therefore, this town has made a living making inkstones for generations. Baohe Inkstone is also known as the top ten inkstones in Bailu Prefecture. One, I don’t know how many literati fell in love with this inkstone.

Yu Xiyi had just passed by the stone bridge outside the town when he saw that the treasure river was full of local residents of the town digging dirt.

After standing for a moment, Yu Xiyi's eyes swept through these people. He did not see any familiar figures among them. He breathed a sigh of relief and was a little disappointed at the same time. However, before he walked off the stone bridge, there were many people at the entrance of the town. Children ran over from the stone bridge. Many of them were holding paper kites in their hands. They seemed to be going to release the kites outside the town. The children were in high spirits. When they passed by Yu Xiyi, they only glanced at the young man a few more times and did not pay much attention to him. What are the strangers thinking about? They only have paper kites in their minds at the moment, so they can't think about anything else.

Yu Xiyi smiled and was about to enter the town when he saw a child lying on the side of the stone bridge eagerly looking down. He stretched his neck and tilted his body, and was about to fall into the water.

Yu Xiyi came up just behind him and lifted up the child's collar, saving him from drowning.

There were many residents of the town digging in the river. I thought if the child fell into the river, he would be rescued quickly. But with his clothes wet, this little guy probably had to eat a meal of fried pork on bamboo boards when he returned home. of.

The child who was saved from falling into the river after being pulled by someone first breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a little regretful, and finally looked at the strange young man in front of him, smiled and thanked him, "Thank you."

Listening to the pure Bailuzhou accent, Yu Xiyi felt nostalgic and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Yu Xiyi's accent is actually similar to that of Bailu Prefecture. After all, Huanglong Prefecture and Bailu Prefecture are bordering each other, so there is not much difference in the accents between the two sides. However, the child immediately recognized that Yu Xiyi was a foreigner. After a pause, the child asked, "Are you here to buy an inkstone?" "My inkstone is very good and cheap. Do you want to buy it from me?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said nothing, but pointed to the stone bridge.

The child was a bit belated, and after smiling shyly, he whispered, "There is an ancient sword hanging under the bridge. I heard from the elders that it is to suppress the demonic dragon in the river. I want to take a look."

"Since you want to see it, why not go to the river? The location is obviously better there."

Yu Xiyi raised his eyebrows.

Since ancient times, it has been said that there are demonic dragons living in rivers. Therefore, when building a bridge between rivers, a dragon-suppressing sword must be hung under the bridge to suppress the demonic dragons and ensure peace and good weather.

"My mother doesn't let me go to the river to play, saying that if I get washed away by the river, I will die." The child scratched his head and whispered, "Actually, I can swim, but my mother won't let me."

Yu Xiyi said oh, and then said, "Why don't you go fly the paper kites with them?"

The child looked disdainful, "I don't like flying kites, what's the point of that?"

I originally thought that this child's family was poor and his parents couldn't even afford a paper kite. But looking at him now, he didn't like this kind of thing at all, so he chose to be here alone to watch the Dragon-Suppressing Sword under the bridge. .

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "Let me guess, do you want to be a swordsman?"

The child looked surprised and said in disbelief, "How do you know?!"

Yu Xiyi said, "It's not difficult to guess."

The child gave Yu Xiyi a thumbs up, but then sighed and said, "The closest thing to a swordsman in this town is Uncle Liu, the blacksmith in the east of the town, but he doesn't make swords, so it's not fun."

Yu Xiyi said seriously, "Isn't a pig-killer better than an ironsmith?"

The child was speechless for a moment, wondering what this guy was saying.

Yu Xiyi smiled, "I also want to see the Dragon-Suppressing Sword, will you go?"

He had been thinking about this matter all the time, but when he heard Yu Xiyi talk about it, it naturally aroused his thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, he tried and said, "You won't let me fall into the river, right?"

Yu Xiyi nodded.

So the two people who had just met came to the river and looked under the stone bridge. Sure enough, they saw a rusty iron sword hanging under the stone bridge.

The child was yearning for it, but before he could speak, Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "I guess you must have thought a hundred times that one day you would run away from home with this sword and become an invincible swordsman."

The child felt like he was seeing a ghost and said in surprise, "How come you know everything?!"

Yu Xiyi still answered with three words that were not difficult to guess.

The child was a little discouraged, but soon he said with disgust, "This sword can't be called a sword anymore. If you take it with you to travel around the world, you might be laughed out of your mind."

Yu Xiyi nodded, taking it seriously, "It was originally an ordinary iron sword, and I don't know how many years have passed, and it has suffered so much wind, frost, rain and snow. Now, let alone using it to kill people, just pulling it out may be difficult. Once it was pulled out, only half of it was left, and the other half was rusted to death in the scabbard."

The child laughed.

Yu Xiyi said, "So don't think about taking it away secretly. Without the Dragon Suppressing Sword, who in this town will not regard you as a sinner?"

The child has become accustomed to having his thoughts revealed once again.

He glanced at the young man in front of him and asked again, "Are you here to buy an inkstone?"

Yu Xiyi did not answer directly, but asked, "Do you think I look like a scholar?"

The child nodded, then shook his head.

Yu Xiyi didn't say much, just smiled and said, "Looking for someone, but you can also buy an inkstone by the way. I heard that your Baohe inkstone is one of the top ten famous inkstones in Bailu Prefecture."

The child was also an honest person. He frowned and then said, "It was like this in the early years, but in recent years, there have been more and more inkstones made. Some people are not good enough and do not do well, which has lowered the reputation of Baohe Inkstone." , what do you mean... there are mixed results between good and bad? Yes, anyway, if you want to buy an inkstone, you'd better be smart, you may not be able to buy a good inkstone. I don't mean that you have to buy my inkstone to do business. According to my mother, this kind of thing is not about friendship, but don’t say this everywhere to offend others. "

The child's words were so old-fashioned that Yu Xiyi couldn't help laughing.

Yu Xiyi quickly smiled and said, "So where is your shop? Take me there?"

The child thought for a while and hesitated.

Yu Xiyi saw the concern of the child in front of him and said with a smile, "I understand. If you go back now, you will probably be left to look at the shop, and you won't be able to run around. So you don't want to go back, but you think you have business, so you should take me with you?" "

The child rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Yu Xiyi asked, "What's your name?"

The child said, "Yellow River, yellow is the yellow of the Yellow River, and the river is the river of the Yellow River."

Yu Xiyi clicked his tongue and said, "You are good at talking nonsense. If you write that kind of storybook in the future, you must be a good hand."

Huang He must have made up his mind and said, "Forget it, I'll take you there."

Yu Xiyi was not in a hurry, but said, "It's still early anyway, should I find someone first? Let's make an appointment. When you've had enough fun, let's meet here and then go to your house to buy an inkstone?"

Huang He asked curiously, "Who are you looking for? I know everyone in this town."

Yu Xiyi shook his head, "I won't tell you."

Huang He said disdainfully, "When I saw that you were looking for your sweetheart, you must be a mediocre person, and you were afraid of being embarrassed when you met your sweetheart, so you were so hesitant."

Yu Xiyi couldn't laugh or cry.

However, he was about to walk into the town alone soon, but Huang He ran all the way to catch up, "Anyway, you have never been to this place, and you may not be able to find anyone if you look for it. Why don't I take you for a walk? I happen to be bored too." "

Yu Xiyi thought for a while and nodded.

So the big one went into town.

In a Baohe town, the high and low houses are filled with the fragrance of ink, and the streets are dotted with countless inkstone shops. It is not surprising that the residents of a small town point to these things for living. Yu Xiyi walked slowly. Okay, listen to the Yellow River's thoughts in your ears and don't take it seriously.

As for how to tell the quality of inkstones, this genius swordsman who has reached the other side realm at a young age does not care. If nothing happens, he will almost never have anything to do with these things in his life.

This was actually not the first time he had come to this town. It was just that the last time he came here, it felt like a lifetime ago.

He stopped and walked, deliberately not approaching the alley in his memory, but wandering around other parts of the town like a headless fly.

Huang He was boring. After talking so much, he found that the strange young man in front of him was not interested either, so he was a little discouraged. Just when he was about to get angry and stop leaving, Yu Xiyi turned to look at him and said, "You can ask me outside." I know more about things than you do.”

Huang He was startled, and then asked, "Who is the most amazing swordsman in the world now?"

Yu Xiyi said calmly, "Master of the Sword Sect."

"Sword Sect?"

Yu Xiyi said patiently, "There is only one sect in the world where all swordsmen are cultivators. It is in Huanglongzhou. If you really have the opportunity to travel far away and want to be a swordsman, you can go to this sect, but no Easy to find, depends on luck.”

Huang He became interested and asked curiously, "How powerful is the master of the Sword Sect?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "It's not very powerful."

"But it's better than any other sword cultivator in the world."

Yu Xiyi bought two candy figures on the roadside and handed one to Huang He. The latter took it unceremoniously, put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Where is the best sword in the world?"

"It's hard to say. There is a place called Jianqi Mountain, which specializes in casting flying swords. They are the sword immortals you call them. Most people get their swords from there. That place casts flying swords every hundred years. Forging a century-old sword means that within a hundred years, that sword will be the sharpest in the world. A few years ago, it happened to be the century-old period. Jianqi Mountain forged a sword called Weedao, which was called Weedao. Yu Xiyi’s sword cultivator took him away, and that person is from the sword sect.”

Huang He raised his eyebrows

, "I seem to have heard of this name."

Yu Xiyi's heart moved, but his expression remained unchanged.

"But why is that sword called Weed? The name is too casual."

Huang He didn't like the name of this sword from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Xiyi didn't say much, just looked into the distance.

Then Huang He asked many questions that he was usually interested in, most of which were about the Sword Immortal.

In fact, it's quite reasonable. What young man doesn't want to be a suave swordsman?

Yu Xiyi smiled and answered most of the child's questions without being impatient.

One big and one small, one question and one answer, which is quite harmonious.

Huang He finally asked, "What about you, are you a sword cultivator?"

Yu Xiyi turned to look at him and asked, "Then have you seen my sword?"

Huang He really looked Yu Xiyi up and down and didn't find the so-called flying sword, so he shook his head with some disappointment.

Yu Xiyi said, "It's not that easy to become a sword cultivator. I don't think you have much hope."

Yu Xiyi had seen this kid's bones before and found that he really had no talent for practicing swordsmanship.

Huang He frowned and said, "Do you understand?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "That's nonsense."

Huang He was a little disappointed. Maybe his long-held dream was being mentioned in this way. Whether it was a joke or not, he felt a little disappointed.

Yu Xiyi consoled him, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you can't become a swordsman. You can be a martial artist. I know a guy who is very good at cutting people with a knife."

"What's the point? What's the difference between being a pig butcher?" Huang He obviously didn't catch a cold.

Yu Xiyi laughed. Now the young martial artist in the Liang Dynasty was called a pig-killer by this guy. Next time Yu Xiyi sees Chen Chao, he must ridicule him.

However, the two of them walked around and chatted, and soon it got dark.

Huang He, who had already finished eating the candy but was still chewing on the stick, slapped his forehead and said, "It's done, we've closed the stall at home!"

Yu Xiyi didn't take it seriously, "Just pretend that the deal hasn't been completed, it's not a big problem."

Huang He looked at Yu Xiyi in front of him and suddenly asked, "Are you still looking for someone?"

Yu Xiyi shook his head and said, "I won't look for it anymore. It's enough to look around."

Huang He didn't understand how Yu Xiyi became so fast, but after gritting his teeth, he looked at Yu Xiyi and said, "I'll give you an inkstone!"

Yu Xiyi shook his head and said, "Don't even think about secretly going home to get it. If your mother finds out, won't you be allowed to have a meal of fried meat on bamboo boards?"

Huang He raised his head, "If mother knew that you saved me once and invited me to eat candy, I would also give you a piece!"

Yu Xiyi snorted and joked, "It seems like your family's life is not going to be too good."

A businessman can only make a profit if he has too much profit. If he has too much compassion, let alone anything else, he is not suitable for doing business.

Huang He rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you want it?"

Yu Xiyi took out his money bag from his arms and said, "How about I buy one piece?"

Huang He clicked his tongue and said, "You are quite rich."

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "You can take it yourself, as much as you want. Then I will wait for you on the stone bridge for only half an hour. If you can't find me, just think that I will give you an ink stone."

Huang He thought for a while, and finally reached out and took out a Daliang Tongbao from Yu Xiyi's money bag, and ran away.

Yu Xiyi put away his money bag and smiled without saying a word.

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Huang He trotted all the way, and soon passed through several streets and rushed in from an alley. As soon as he arrived in front of the door, a woman had been waiting here for a long time. Looking at the woman, Huang He let out a guilty cry. Mother.

The woman raised her eyebrows and asked, "Where did you go to spend the whole day wandering?"

Huang He raised his head and said with a smile, "No, just wandering around the town."

The woman, who was already old but still looked the same as when she was young, raised her hand to strike, but she lowered her hand when Huang He said "good mother". But just when the child thought he had escaped, the woman He grabbed Huang He's ear and said, "With the same virtue as your father, his mouth looks like it has been smeared with honey."

The man who had been making inkstones in the house was a little dissatisfied and said, "What? Wife, you have really slandered our father and son. Who in this town doesn't know that you, my wife, are the best?"

The woman clicked her tongue and said, "Starting again?"

As he said these words, the man with hands full of dirt walked out with a simple and honest look on his face, "Daughter-in-law, what you said is wrong. I am famous for my honesty in this town, and I can say that I tell the truth."

The woman let go of Huang He's ears and didn't bother to argue with the father and son.

However, after Huang He rubbed his ears, he quickly talked about what he had seen today, and then said with a smile, "My dear mother, I want to give him an inkstone, the best kind!"

He waved a large Liang Tongbao in his hand, but he couldn't find enough to buy an inkstone.

The woman sighed and said, "Our family will break up sooner or later."

The man smiled and said, "My wife is here, so we can't leave!"

Huang He knew that his mother had agreed, so he quickly went to choose a good inkstone, and then trotted out. The man turned around and went back to the house to continue making the inkstone. The woman hurried out of the yard and shouted, "Run slowly, Stop falling."

But now, wherever there was any trace of the child, he had already disappeared without a trace.

The woman sighed, and just as she turned around, she turned around again.

There was no one at the entrance of the alley.

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Huang He ran all the way to the stone bridge outside the town, but didn't see the figure. He murmured, "It's not even half an hour?"

He was a little disappointed, but when he was thinking about walking back, he happened to bump into Yu Xiyi walking out of the town.

"Where have you been?" Huang He was a little angry.

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "I'm looking for someone."

Huang He was startled and asked curiously, "Have you found it?"

Yu Xiyi nodded.

Huang He realized later, "So you already knew where the person you were looking for was, but you just didn't dare to see him? Did you just muster up the courage?"

"Half right."

Huang He asked curiously, "Are you really your sweetheart?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "It used to be, but now her sweetheart is not me."

Huang He comforted, "You are so pitiful."

Yu Xiyi didn't take it seriously and just said, "When I was young, I was just like you. I wanted to take away the dragon-suppressing sword under the bridge one day, travel around the world, and become the unparalleled swordsman in the world. But there is no such thing. easy."

Huang He glanced at Yu Xiyi with some sympathy.

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "To be honest, you will never become a swordsman in this life, but I still have the possibility."

Huang He scolded, "Aren't you repaying kindness with enmity?!"

Yu Xiyi laughed.

Huang He thrust the inkstone into his hand.

The sky is getting dark and the Yellow River is going home.

Yu Xiyi put away the inkstone and said goodbye to Huang He.

"Can we still meet?"

After all, I am a child, and I always feel sad when I am about to leave.

Yu Xiyi said, "We can meet you if we are destined."

Huang He made a sound, said goodbye, and then walked towards the town.

"Yellow River!"

But after walking a few steps, Huang He heard someone calling him from behind.

He turned his head with doubts on his face. Yu Xiyi stood in the middle of the stone bridge and looked at him. He smiled and said, "You give me an inkstone, how about I give you something as well?"

Huang He shook his head and said, "I took the money! I don't want your things."

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

Before he could finish his words, a flying sword appeared in front of him, hovering.

Huang He's eyes widened and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"What do you mean by that broken iron sword? I'll show you the best flying sword in the world."

Yu Xiyi looked at the weeds in front of him and said softly, "Let you see the Sword Immortal again."

As he spoke, Yu Xiyi had already stepped on the flying sword weeds. Who could look at him at this moment and not say something about the sword fairy style?

Huang He opened his mouth wide and was shocked.

Yu Xiyi walked with his sword.

"The past has faded away, and only one sword remains to kill the monsters!"

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At the entrance of the town, there was a woman who came in a hurry, with tears streaming down her face.

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This chapter has 10,000 words, which is more than three chapters if you break it down. If I don’t try to be clever, I still owe you four chapters.