Yang Ling thought about it, it was true, today he saved a fish, and tomorrow there will be hundreds of people in the belly, but he can't do anything, he can only rely on his efforts to cultivate in the future, and then find a way to save the living soul after avenging the revenge of the human race, and now he is just an unknown ordinary person.

"Alas!" Yang Ling shook his head and sighed, took out the signboard and continued on the road, although the scenery of Yuyang Lake is beautiful, but their route cannot be synchronized with the lake, Yuyang Lake is at the junction of the Shadow Sect and the Imperial Ghost City, they have to travel thousands of miles to the southwest to reach the main city of the Shadow Sect.

There are still twenty days before the registration of the refining competition, and their plan this time can only be completed within ten days, so they can't stay casually, otherwise it will be difficult to delay the business, after all, it was Zhang Qingyan who asked Yang Ling to participate, and since he agreed, he couldn't break his promise.

The two kept hurrying, and when they met Chengguan or a small town, they appeared as a traveling doctor, and from time to time on the road also helped some people who were troubled by illness, Yuan Hu had a hand in curing diseases, using some crooked methods to cover up spells, and a dose of medicine could cure any disease, and he had accumulated a lot of good reputation along the way.

Three days later, in the morning, Yang Ling held a signboard as in the past, shouting to cure all diseases, at this time passing by a thousand-year-old mulberry, and found that there were a lot of sword cultivators under the tree, these sword cultivators were arguing about their swordsmanship at a tea stall under the tree, and they were arguing, but no one did anything, because private fights were not allowed in the city, maybe they dared to shout because of this.

"Old man Zhao, your swordsmanship is too soft, and it dances like that old woman stir-frying, it's useless and ugly. A junior monk wearing a straw hat said to an old man across the table while drinking tea.

"Little rabbit cub, I really think that the old man can't hold the sword, if it weren't for the city, the old man would have cut off your head a long time ago. The old man was upset when he was mentioned about swordsmanship, and slapped the table angrily.

The big man who was drinking tea on the side seemed to be very annoyed by the noise, smashed the bowl in his hand hard, and said: "Don't quarrel, if you don't accept it, you will go out of the city to fight, and you will know if you don't compare with each other, what kind of ability is it to coax here?"

"Hey, you see, there's a young man with a sword on his back, and he's very raw?"

"You see, he must be a sword cultivator with a sword on his back, but he has a sign of curing diseases, you see that the old man doesn't seem to be a good thing, he doesn't learn well at a young age, he learns to swagger and cheat, and he also carries a sword, it's not a shame!"

Yang Ling and Yuan Hu naturally heard their words clearly, but they didn't come to argue with these people, they just wanted to find a place to sit down and rest for a while, and see if they could hear anything about the Shadow Sect.

"Oh, you ignore us. ”

"It's really infuriating to look like you're begging, and you're still carrying a sword, is there such a sword cultivator who ignores his peers?"

"Looking at him holding up the signboard, he is probably a dumb person, let's ignore him, I guess I don't even know what a sword is. ”

The two sat down very calmly, and Yuan Hu called for two bowls of tea, ignoring the discussions around them. The discussion kept going, Yuan Hu didn't care, and drank tea leisurely, but Yang Ling was young after all, and after being annoyed for a while, he wanted to get up and stop talking about him, and just about to leave, he was stopped by Yuan Hu with a spell, and said: "Sit down, you can't bear this little thing, and you won't have to kill the sky in the future?"

Yang Ling was very angry, but after listening to Yuan Hu's words, he regained his composure, if it was two brothers with him, it is estimated that he would have fought with others a long time ago, especially Zhang Yanan, who specializes in fighting this kind of thing.

"Master Tiger, I said that we won't listen to them all the time here, there's no good news, let's go, it's so annoying. Yang Ling is like finding a fire on his buttocks, he can't sit still, what he is most annoying is to sit like this, and some people have been talking about him, he wants Yuan Hu to cast a pleading look, and the voice proposes to leave.

"Sit down. Yuan Hu is very calm, although he also hates this kind of place, what he hates is that the environment is too noisy, as for what these people are talking about, he doesn't think about it. Although he was very annoyed, he couldn't show it, he just deliberately let Yang Ling stay in this environment, so that he could learn to calm down and not conflict with others because of a few words. Yang Ling grinded his teeth after listening, and looked at the tea bowl on the table with his chin in his pestle, diverting his attention.

"Hey, boy, do you know how to use a sword on your back?" The man before walked towards Yang Ling inch by inch, and asked maliciously while holding a tea bowl in his hand.

When Yang Ling heard this, he was about to answer, but when he saw Yuan Hu's terrifying eyes, he held back again. Yang Ling knows that these so-called sword cultivation is a secular sword, referred to as a secular sword, and a vulgar sword is to cultivate a move and a style, competing with others, so there are often conflicts because of a sentence about sword moves.

Sword cultivation is divided into vulgar swords, chivalrous swords, and king's swords, the lowest level of which is the vulgar sword, the chivalrous sword is the chivalrous sword, the monk holds the sword for justice, and specializes in doing chivalrous and righteous things, but the sword cultivation method of the chivalrous sword is almost the same as the vulgar sword, but these people are sought after by countless people because of their righteousness, but the chivalrous sword is too risky, and there are too many revenge, so many secular sword monks dare not take that step.

And the sword of the king, it is different from the previous two, the word king, three horizontal and one vertical, three horizontal is heaven and earth, one vertical for the sword, through the heaven and earth, holding the sword of the king, you must have the world in mind, holding the sword is for the world, the sword of the king is generally not out, but the momentum is one, a sword must be for the world, a sword is safe in the world, holding the sword of the king, do not fight for a move, their sword is the royal way, the benevolence and righteousness in the sword is the righteousness of the world, only kill the evil and evil, do not slaughter loyalty.

Yang Ling is the sword of the king, but he is more skinny, revealing one, hiding one, revealing the sword or vulgar sword, the sword of the king, the former Yan Ji is to use the sword of the king to protect all beings, Yang Ling wants to use the sword of the king, he must take the royal road, but the royal road is not inherited, he must rely on his own heart to comprehend, Yuan Hu knows Yang Ling's way, so he taught him to take the royal road.

"What do you mean by not talking? It's all Liangzhou sword cultivation here, and you don't even say a word, don't you give us face?" The more this person spoke, the more energetic he became, he simply went directly to Yang Ling's side, making it difficult, as if he was about to do something if he didn't speak, and the monk next to him was also watching the play, and no one stopped him.

Yang Ling had endured to the limit, the bowl in Yang Ling's hand was crushed, and the crisp sound was accompanied by a piece of porcelain splashing on the monk's face, Yang Ling got up suddenly, and reached out to pull the other party's collar, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, he was pushed out by an invisible force, hit the ancient mulberry tree, and shook off a lot of unripe mulberries.

"This fellow Daoist, I'm reckless by nature, I'm sorry. Yang Ling was beaten out by Yuan Hu, and after the shot, he didn't forget to apologize. How Yuan Hu made a move, none of them saw it, and after Yuan Hu finished speaking, he suddenly heard the needles falling under the tree.

"Bang long ... A monk dropped the tea bowl on the ground due to a trembling hand, this sound scared everyone out of a cold sweat, they thought that both of them were soft persimmons, but just now Yang Ling got up when the breath was condensing Dao realm, so young to reach the condensing realm, in their hearts only those sect demons can reach, and Yuan Hu did not show a trace of breath, and Yang Ling was knocked away, this is the most fatal, only the extreme realm monks can do this kind of move without showing their breath, these monks looked at Yuan Hu's eyes like looking at the extreme heavenly pride, full of horror。

"Bad guys, don't apologize to all the knights soon. Yuan Hu said calmly to Yang Ling, at this time Yang Ling had just come back to his senses, touching his head, the blow just now was not light, and he was not ready.

"Don't dare, don't dare! I was rude just now, Divine Doctor, please take a seat. When the monk heard this, his hands and feet trembled with fright, and his attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and he asked Yuan Hu to sit down.

Yang Ling didn't have the idea of apologizing, he turned his head and pouted to look at Yuan Hu, very dissatisfied in his heart. Yuan Hu glanced at Yang Ling, turned to the monks and smiled: "I have something important to do today, so I won't bother you, please use it slowly, don't worry about us." ”

After Yuan Hu finished speaking, everyone still didn't dare to speak, and it wasn't until he took Yang Ling out of sight that they turned around, as if they were as rough as the rest of their lives. "You bastard, let us almost offend the terrible people, tomorrow the decisive battle outside the city, I want to seek justice for today's matter!" The big man who had been drinking tea before got up and scolded angrily, wanting to fight with the monk who took the lead in discussing Yuan Hu and Yang Ling, and the other monks also squinted at him, and no one helped him speak.

"Don't, I'm wrong, give me a chance!" The monk knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and the sword cultivator who launched a decisive battle against him, although the realm was the same as his, but the combat power and swordsmanship were not at the same level, if he didn't accept it, he would be spurned by other sword cultivators, and even some people would kill him, at this time he had no choice but to regret it, and the monks under the tree also got up and left, leaving him alone here to repent.

"Master Hu, I don't understand, why did you beat me, that person just wanted to scare him, I just wanted to scare him, but you had to beat me out and make me embarrassed!" Yang Ling followed behind Yuan Hu's buttocks, chattering endlessly, he really couldn't bear it before he wanted to get up and scare the other party, in his eyes, this was already very reasonable.

Yuan Hu had a straight face, and Yang Ling's words were intact for a long time before he said: "You will walk the royal road in the future, not the killing road, leaving all the gossip of others behind you is what you should do, keep a calm heart like water, otherwise you will meet 100,000 to kill 100,000 in the future, and 100,000 to kill 100,000 in the future?"

You just have to remember that the king doesn't care about anyone's criticism, and any derogatory words are just self-deprecation, that is, they are laughing at their ignorance, showing their incompetence, do you want to argue with them and join their ranks?"