Old Zhou's words were like a raging wind, setting off turbulent waves in Xiao Ye's heart, is this the art of imperial power?

Let him feel sad inexplicably, the pursuit of fame and fortune, glory and wealth by mortals seems to be so fragile and fleeting, maybe only the legendary immortal cultivation world is eternal.

The monarch is the minister, the monarch wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, even if it is the Xiao family who lives in the north.

Xiao Ye said: "The teacher has a way to make my Xiao family stable." ”

Zhou Lao stroked his beard and said, "Xiao Lao's God of War, throughout his life, will definitely not sit still! But now that you are in the dark, you can also resolve the danger of the Xiao family!"

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"Teacher, how come there are two graves in your yard?"

"Three years ago, two people didn't know what trick they used, they flew into the air, and as soon as the teacher saw them, they fell straight down. ”

"What kind of ruins are shouting in his mouth, it's terrible, holding two pieces of broken copper and iron, to kill the teacher, the teacher just wants to repel them with a teacup, but I didn't expect the two of them to die directly, like some kind of plague. ”

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Xiao Ye accompanied the old man to chat like this, stayed for an afternoon, listened to the old man talk about the past, chatted about major events, and his original heart was uneasy because of the Xiao family's situation, but also gradually became peaceful.

"Xiaoye, walking in the world, the rivers and lakes are sinister, and the human heart is unpredictable, remember to have three determinations, the heart, the god, and the body, this is the words of self-cultivation, remember to remember. ”

Xiao Ye said: "The words of the teacher, the students must remember, but they will not be able to visit the teacher in the future, and please take care of the teacher." ”

Zhou Lao said: "Life has a fate, no one is up to you, you don't need to worry about being a teacher, just drink tea and go." ”

Xiao Ye picked up the teacup and said with a smile: "Teacher's Mingxin tea, even if the entire True Martial Kingdom can only drink five fingers, I do want to drink more." ”

"Haha, the way of this tea for the teacher is not bright, and this appetite is difficult to restrain after all, so it's good for this one. ”

Xiao Ye knew that Zhou Lao was fond of tea, and he often drank it and said that he should drink more tea, tea can calm the mind and nourish the mind, and there are thousands of cups of wine in the red dust, and a pot of tea in a thousand years.

"Alas, with your intellectual talent, if you are from the literature, you must be a literary champion, if Xiao Lao God of War listened to the old man's words, he would not lose a junior masterpiece for no reason. ”

Xiao Ye knew that when he was young, Zhou Lao had mentioned to Xiao Lao the God of War that Xiao Ye should be sent to the national capital for further study, and with the support of the Xiao family, he would definitely be able to be a very popular minister, and the Mobei Xiao family, which was both civil and military, would be prosperous for a long time.

But at that time, his father was reluctant to keep him by his side and did not agree to Zhou Lao's suggestion.

In fact, it may be the right choice for you to stay, and life may be smooth and you won't suffer too much. Zhou Lao regarded him as his own, and he was reluctant to leave after all.

Xiao Ye got up and looked at the sky, and said, "Teacher, I am invincible in the mortal world, if I don't pursue a higher realm, the student will regret it for the rest of his life." ”

"You want to pursue that ethereal immortal path, but do you have a direction?"

Let the teacher smile, the students have no clue yet, and want to go to some famous mountains and rivers to see if they can find some opportunities. ”

"When the teacher arrives, I can suggest that you go to a place to see, south of the capital of Zhenwu Kingdom, there is a dilapidated White Horse Temple, and there is a monk in the temple who may be able to point you a clear path!"

Xiao Ye was overjoyed: "Thank you, teacher!"

Is it the capital of the real martial arts?

He looked at it, as if he was recalling something, and then he took out the heavy sword and placed it in front of Zhou Lao.

The black heavy sword has only the shape of a sword, about three feet five long, and it is corroded into shape, like a scrap iron sword embryo, the sword body is pitted, the blade is broken, but the hilt is still intact.

"Teacher, have you ever known this sword?"

Zhou Lao wanted to pick up the black heavy sword, but he frowned and didn't pick it up, because the black heavy sword was too heavy.

"Teacher, I got this sword by falling to the bottom of the lake under the cliff of the desert, and it is so rusty that I can't see anything peculiar. ”

Zhou Lao said: "This sword is too heavy, how did you pick it up?"

"It's not heavy, I can pick it up at will. Xiao Ye demonstrated, it was not very difficult to lift the heavy sword, but it also weighed more than two hundred catties, which was nothing to his great grandmaster.

The Great Grandmaster is already the limit of mortals, with at least six hundred catties of strength.

"It seems that this sword has a spirit, and it was you who brought him out of the desert cliffs, so it only lets you use it. ”

"You can't take things by their appearance, although this sword is rough, it may be a divine weapon. ”

"Generally speaking, no one will use this kind of heavy sword, because it is too heavy to suffer against the enemy, and the swordsmiths of the past hundred years will not create this kind of heavy sword, if it is not bad as expected, this sword should be a weapon in the early period. ”

"The desert cliffs are extremely dangerous, there is no life, you will be blessed if you don't die, maybe this sword is your chance. ”

Xiao Ye turned over the black heavy sword again and said, "Teacher, you see that there are words here, the handwriting is ancient, not like modern writing. ”

Zhou Lao stared at it, his brows furrowed more deeply, and said: "This is like a word in ancient times, when I was a teacher and a teenager, I encountered this kind of word, and almost no one recognizes it now." ”

"Teacher, do you recognize you?"

"The handwriting is too blurry, it has been corroded for too long, and the words in the middle are no longer legible, but the first and last two words should be Dabao!"

Xiao Ye was stunned for a moment, and asked with some uncertainty, "Dabao?"

"That's right, it's Dabao, and I won't admit my mistake as a teacher. ”

"I have a great sword. ”

Xiao Ye was a little speechless, he had such a strange name.