It's night, it's night......

If a person stays in the dark for too long, his skin will be paler, his eyes will be more hollow, and his personality will become more violent and eccentric. On the tall building, Xie Sanniang frowned on the thrush, her eyes fell on the strange white-haired young man outside the Yichun Palace, and said lazily: What a strange person, what a strange sword......

Yichun Palace is the most majestic and tall palace in the Shenwu Gate of the Lost City, the inside is splendid, the fairy sound is swirling, the legend has three thousand beauties, twelve singers, here is the man's dream is also the hero's mound. However, there is another place to go in the Shenwu Gate, and that is the White Crane Tower: the favorite place for demon cultivators. Legend has it that the White Crane Tower is a magic weapon left by the twelve venerables of the demon world, the White Crane Immortals, when they refine the gods and ascend, because its image resembles a crane with wings soaring, so it is named the White Crane Tower.

This Xie Sanniang is actually not a woman, he has a very loud name, called Xie Feiyan. The cold sword of the lost city became a mound, the white crane tower Gao Yu was smoking, and the owner of the white crane tower, Xie Feiyan, was talking about him. It is said that Xie Feiyan once had the most famous thirteen singers in Yichun Palace, how could these thirteen stunning women all return to the underworld when they were in the cardamom years, after that, Xie Feiyan washed his face with tears day and night, worried about illness, often dressed himself as the appearance of thirteen singers, fantasizing that he and the thirteen singers he loved day and night, and stayed with each other. After a long time, everyone gave Xie Feiyan a nickname - Thirteen Niang. Thousands of years of preaching under the immortal tree, the sun and moon in the lost city have no light, I know what will happen next, please listen to the next decomposition of the little old man, hey, everyone, there is a jade field, there is no jade to hold a personal field, the little old man has thanked you!

In the first floor of the White Crane, the old storyteller's voice just fell, the gongs and drums stopped, and the crowded crowd around the old man who was sitting around the storyteller dispersed, and someone scolded loudly: "His grandmother's, wasting Lao Tzu's time to drink flower wine, didn't Xie Feiyan just say it on the fifteenth day of last month?" Everyone is scattered, they are all scattered, what about the pit father, this is ......" "Mother, Lao Tzu rewarded ten pieces of rose jade last month, and lit a scene of 'witchcraft unparalleled snow scattered, swordsmanship unparalleled Xie Feiyan', this old man is good, he didn't mention a word today, and he also operated, I ...... Phew!" "Then let's talk about it, next time I tell the story, whoever comes is the puppy!" ……

The crowd and noisy crowd gradually dispersed, and in the spacious hall, there were only a dozen or so drinkers, and at this time, the old storyteller was leaning down his old body, laboriously but patiently picking up the scattered jade stones on the ground one by one. From his weather-beaten old hands, it can be seen that storytelling, the craft of eating by mouth. The old man didn't count the spirit stones he had earned and put them into the shabby linen cuffs, he would definitely spend all the spirit stones in his hands soon, because this kind of person would take money very lightly, and he would definitely go hungry all the time.

The drunken wood leaning against the window suddenly had a slight respect for the old storyteller, for he found that their personalities were somewhat similar. In the Lost City, there are not many people who act freely and uninhibitedly, and who are light on wealth and righteousness.

"Little ghost, can you please me for a bowl of wine?" the old man threw his heavy bag casually at the table, sat down cross-legged on the opposite side of the wood, and poured the sake from the jug into the empty bowl in his hand, and drank it as if no one was around. The old man did not seem to have drunk wine for a long time, for he drank in such a hurry that he drank thirteen bowls of wine in a row until the last drop of wine in the jar was emptied.

"Xiao Er, another jar of Yulouchun, ten catties of beef, a plate of soy bean curd, quench the thirst of the old gentleman", Mu Tou looked at the old man in front of him with squinting eyes, and smiled, he was not stingy with this jar of Yulouchun, even if this jar of wine cost the high price of five peonies and jade. Because, there are few drinks for a thousand cups of confidants, and for wood, there are too few friends who can drink together!

"Little ghost, you are also a swordsman?" the old man wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his hands, his expression was majestic, and his tone was condensed.

"Senior, look at this rusty sword in my hand, I can't even split the trees, how can I know what swordsmanship!"

"If you have high swordsmanship, you don't have to use a sharp sword. A real sword immortal does not mean how clever his swordsmanship is, how sharp his sword moves are, and how exquisite his swordsmanship is, but how firm his heart is to seek the truth. Just like a drop of water can pierce a stone, a straw rope can be sawed into wood, the real way to use a sword is invisible, can't be learned, understand it or not, little ghost!", the old man looked at the young man in front of him with a happy expression, and his eyes showed appreciation.

High swordsmanship, you don't have to use a sharp sword. Wood was muttering quietly, repeating what he had said to the old-timer, and he was also ignorant. The old man's words made him feel about kendo like a rainbow after the rain and a pavilion in the clouds, as if he understood something, as if he didn't understand anything.

Mu shook his head, raised the wine bowl and took a sip of wine, he was already seven points drunk, and vaguely looked at the blurred figure of the old man in front of him and asked: "Senior, I heard that cultivators all use the method of turtle breath to guide the aura of heaven and earth into the body, and then wash the body, temper the body with the three realms of reverse tendons, broken bones, and blood cutting humanity, and cultivate the soul with the three realms of refining gods, stepping on voids, and breaking the path of the earth. The kid dares to ask his seniors, is there really no other way to cultivate the Tao?"

"Dry cultivation of spiritual power, dry cultivation of the Fa, laughter and stubbornness are average! Little ghost, listen well, let the old man break the thousand-year-old maze of the cultivation realm for you!" The old man drank all the wine in the bowl, stroked the half-white beard under his chin, and continued: "Three thousand avenues, I only take one scoop to drink! Cultivators can practice spiritually, demon cultivators can preach the way with demons, and demon cultivators can preach the way with demon gods. Tongue, body, and mind, if you can cut the seven emotions with the wisdom sword of the heart, break the six desires, break the desire because of the feelings, control the artistic conception with the situation, and resist the sword realm with the artistic conception, you can prove the supreme sword ......"

Flying sword preaching, flying sword preaching...... The wood fell to the table and he fell asleep with a muttering to his mouth, and it was evident that the old man's words were echoing in his mind over and over again......