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Although the two of them spoke in a low voice, there was no sound transmission, so Shi Feng and the two heard clearly.

Shi Feng was very curious, "Uncle, what is the name of Qin Zhong Jiu Xiu? This disciple has only heard of Qin Zhong Eight Wonders."

Taoist Qianchu replied, "Xiao Feng, you have been in seclusion all year round. You don't know as much about the new things in Qinzhong as I do. You always know about the Taiyi Sword Discussion Conference, right?"

"Of course this disciple knows. Every sixty years, during Jiazi, Shangqing Temple will invite swordsmen from all over the world to the Taiyi Palace in Zhongnan Mountain to drink and discuss the Tao. It is a grand gathering of swordsmanship in the world, also known as the Jiazi League."

Taoist Qianchu snorted coldly, "It sounds nice to talk about Taoism while drinking, but it's nothing more than sharing pork and dividing the territory of power.

It turns out that Taiyi judged the best swordsman in the world and the second best swordsman in the world when discussing swords. This was too ostentatious and dissatisfied. There were even scandals where some unknown swordsmen beat the first and second best swordsmen.

Therefore, it was later changed to not judge the swordsmanship, but only the quality of the sword, and selected thirteen famous swords in the world. "

Shi Feng smiled, "Isn't that the same thing? For example, today, Xia Yu is the best sword in the world. That's because Xia Yu sword is the sword of the sword master Chong Yu. If Xia Yu sword is the sword of me, Shi Feng, then Not even qualified to be on the list.”

Taoist Qianchu nodded, "You are absolutely right! This is just a bitch's act of setting up a memorial arch. The last Taiyi Sword Discussion Conference was more than ten years ago. You are in seclusion and don't know. For a small sect, only the leader attended the event alone.

At that time, the major sword sects in the Qin Dynasty gathered in Taiyi Palace. After evaluating the thirteen swords in the world, some old guy was still not satisfied, so he asked the foundation-building disciples below the Jin Dan to come out and practice for a while, and judged the best among them. Nine outstanding disciples.

These nine people were called the Nine Beauties of the Qin Dynasty. Miss Ningsan had obtained the True Biography of the God of Kudhi, and her sword skills were excellent. She had not formed an elixir yet, so she was promoted as one of the Nine Beauties. I vaguely remember that she was one of the Nine Beauties in Qin. Shuri ranked seventh. "

"Miss Ning is so skilled in swordsmanship. No wonder she had a sharp sword energy when she passed by us."

Taoist Qianchu disagreed, "The Nine Shows in Qinzhong are nothing more than bragging by their big sects! I admit that these nine rising stars are all very powerful, but no one among the young people in Qinzhong Continent can compare with them? That's not necessarily true. Bar!

For example, you and Qin Bing are definitely no worse than Jiuxiu. Unfortunately, a small sect like ours can't even talk about it at the Taiyi Sword Conference, and your reputation cannot be compared with that of such a large number of disciples. "

"Uncle, you think too highly of me. I'm pretty good in my sect these days, but compared with the core disciples of big sects like Miss Ning San, I'm still far behind. Disciples are aware of this. Let’s not talk about it, just talk about the level of swordsmanship and the quality of the sword, we are far inferior to others.”

Taoist Qianchu snorted, "Then they are not just relying on the strong power of the sect, what do they have..."

Just as he was talking, a soldier walked out of the city gate. He was shirtless and wearing an armor. He had a single sword slung across his body. Shi Shiran came over.

"Old Hu, the old rule, five bowls of meat noodles." The fat soldier said, took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and lined them up on the stove.

"Yes, yes! Wait a moment!" The old shopkeeper nodded, hurriedly poured five portions of noodles into the boiling water, and quickly put the copper coins into the pot.

Shi Feng and others were all monks with unusual eyesight. They had already seen that the soldier only gave him fifteen coppers, but he ate meat noodles at the price of vegetarian noodles.

After a while, the noodles were cooked. The old shopkeeper took a tray, placed five large porcelain bowls inside, sprinkled green onion and salt, then spooned in the noodles and soup, cut five more portions of mutton, and placed them on top.

"Master, the noodles are ready."

The fat soldier did not pick up the wooden tray, but smiled coldly, "Old Hu, you are becoming more and more ignorant."

The old shopkeeper lightly slapped the back of his hand and said, "Sorry, the old man was so busy that he forgot. Master Jun, I will carry it in personally." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to carry the tray.

The soldier was impatient and said, "Put it down, put it down, I don't dare to do your boss a favor."

The old shopkeeper looked helpless. He counted a few coins from the copper pot and handed it over quietly, "Yes, I am not sensible. Sir, please bear with me!"

The fat soldier shook his hand and said, "Come on..."

The old shopkeeper was waiting for more, and a voice shouted, "Soldiers who blackmail poor people, do they still have the law?"

It was Su Mengzhu who couldn't stand it, so he slapped the table and stood up to scold him angrily!

The fat soldier said angrily, "Why do I want you to talk so much?"

Su Mengzhu smiled and said, "You pretend to be me in front of me, believe it or not, I will make you my grandson later!"

The soldier reached out and grasped the single sword, rushed over, and looked Su Mengzhu up and down.

He is a veteran with the sharpest eyesight. When he saw Su Mengzhu's brocade robe and jade belt, red lips and white teeth, he was obviously a noble son, he couldn't help but beat his heart.

Su Mengzhu smiled and said, "The noodles will go rancid if you don't eat them. Why are you still standing there!"

The fat soldier muttered twice, put down the knife handle, picked up the wooden plate, turned around and left. Naturally, the old shopkeeper did not dare to take the copper plate given by him.

After the fat soldier walked away, the old shopkeeper quietly came over and bowed repeatedly, "Thank you for speaking up, young master, but they are very fierce, so don't suffer any loss."

Su Mengzhu chuckled and said, "Don't worry, this kind of villain sounds fierce in his mouth, but he is actually as timid as a mouse!"

Shi Feng frowned, not knowing what he was thinking. He looked around and suddenly heard a voice in a low voice, "Uncle, don't eat the noodles."

Taoist Qianchu was shocked, "What's wrong?"

"I think something is fishy, ​​so it's better to be careful."

Taoist Qianchu pushed the noodle bowl, "I'm full, Xiao Feng, how did you eat?" Shi Feng said, "The weather is too hot, and the disciple can't eat."

He also pushed the porcelain bowl in front of him away, and at the moment when he fluttered his sleeves, he had already poured some tea and noodles into Xuan Turtle Bone.

Shi Feng took two jade bowls, one filled with tea and the other with a few noodles and a ladle of noodle soup.

He first took the tea bowl, sucked the Seven-striped Insect King from the air, and placed it on the wall of the bowl.

The Insect King remained motionless.

Shi Feng waited for a long time, changed the noodle bowl, and also invited the Insect King over.

The Insect King remained motionless.

The Horned Demon Dragon came over and looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, "Hey, hey, Little Shitou, I can bear it if you treat the King of Insects to drink water, but what do you mean by asking the King of Insects to eat noodles? "

"I'm not inviting the Insect King to eat noodles, but I'm asking him to see if the noodles are poisonous? Didn't you say that the Insect King won't eat them if they're not poisonous? If it's poisonous, then the Insect King should have some reaction, right?"

"Then, what did you see?"

"The Insect King seems unresponsive."

In the tea shed, Taoist Qianchu packed up his things, got up and left with Shi Feng.

Shi Feng was still looking around as he walked. The two passed through Jianmen Pass and continued walking along the bird path.

Taoist Qianchu asked, "Xiao Feng, what did you notice was wrong?"

Shi Feng smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm suspicious. Master, has anyone told you during your trip to be careful of evil people plotting against you?"

Taoist Qianchu stopped and looked at Shi Feng, "How do you know?"

"Someone really said that?"

"Yes! I was invited to attend the mountain sacrifice ceremony. The second owner of Pinghu Villa, Yan Er, reminded me in the letter that I must beware of plots along the way."

Shi Feng was puzzled, "Uncle, we are here to watch the ceremony as guests, why did we witness a fatal disaster?"

Taoist Qianchu smiled and said, "I blame me for not making it clear to you. You are here to see the excitement, but I am not here, uncle!"

In addition to watching the excitement, I am also a helper invited by Pinghu Villa to help with the boxing. I will be eliminated in the martial arts competition.

Yan Laoer said that in this martial arts competition, the Shangguan family behind them is ready to take action and will most likely use despicable means to defeat Pinghu Villa at all costs.

Therefore, Yan Laoer asked me to be careful. I thought this was a polite comment from Yan Laoer. Listening to you, is it possible that someone really wants to plot against us? who is it? It couldn't be Miss Ning San, could it be Mr. Su, or that soldier? "

"No, the disciple is most suspicious of the old shopkeeper named Lao Hu."

Taoist Qianchu was stunned, "The noodle shopkeeper? How is this possible? He doesn't have a trace of spiritual energy in his body. He is simply a mortal."

Shi Feng took a breath and hid the dantian base into the stone pill, "Uncle, do you think I am a monk now or a mortal?"

Taoist Qianchu turned around and said in surprise, "Huh? Xiaofeng, what kind of secret technique is this? It's so magical that it can completely cover up the magic power?"

Shi Feng smiled and said, "Uncle, this kind of trivial skill is not magical. There should be many similar concealment skills in the world."

Taoist Qianchu stroked his beard and said, "What you say makes sense. There are indeed many sects in the world that are good at concealing breath gathering skills, especially killer organizations, ghost sects, and Miao warlocks. But, what do you mean? The old shopkeeper is a killer in disguise, I still don’t believe him.”

"Why don't you believe it, uncle?"

"This old Hu has been running a noodle stall in Chengmenguan for many years. All the soldiers in the pass know him. This shows that his appearance is fine, and there are no flaws in his clothes, manners and movements. Even when he talks, he is also Shu. He has a Chinese accent, and one more thing, he’s also very good at making noodles, how can he pretend to be that?”