Yunzhou border, Qingfeng Town.

Qingfeng Town belongs to the sleeping town on the border of Yunzhou, and the population of the town is not large, that is, more than 10,000 people. Although it is not prosperous, it is the junction of two states, and there are many people who come and go. The largest number of traders travel to and from the state.

At this time, it was noon, and it was time to eat, and the Fulai Inn was also full of diners. The inn has a total of three floors, the first and second floors are considered places to eat, and the third floor is a place to stay in more than a dozen private rooms.

At this time, the second floor was an attic place, and a woman sat on a wooden chair, leaning on the railing of the attic, looking at the place at the entrance of the town in the distance, and sat for more than half an hour.

The people who eat on the two floors are basically regular customers, and they have long been accustomed to the woman's daily gaze.

"Oooo

When the woman heard the familiar footsteps, she knew who it was.

"Alas, girl, why are you still here! The second matchmaker is already waiting for you downstairs. This time, I also inquired about the in-laws I told you, and it was better than last time. It's east of town," the speaker was interrupted by a woman before he could finish speaking.

"Dad, I told you everything, I don't marry. You go and tell Wang Er's matchmaker, I, Zhang Sijun, don't marry anyone, don't waste my efforts. The woman said.

"You still can't forget that boy surnamed Jun. You also changed his name for him. Dad knows that he saved the lives of our grandfather, and it is a great favor to us, and we can't forget it. But it's been almost three years, and there has been no news so far. How long are you going to wait until this happens?"

The two people who spoke were the father and daughter who had been rescued at the foot of the Dome Mountain for more than two years, Zhang Laohan and his daughter Zhang Yuncui. It's just that Zhang Yuncui has now changed her name to Zhang Sijun.

As soon as the name suggests.

Zhang Laohan is also anxious about his daughter's marriage, after all, his daughter is twenty-one. Girls of the same age in the same town, children can run.

This said eleven family affairs, all of which were pushed by Zhang Sijun.

This Wang Er's matchmaker is a relatively famous matchmaker in Qingfeng Town, and now she has come to Zhang Laohan's inn again with the twelfth relative.

"Dad, it's useless for you to shout. Zhang Sijun shouted down the stairs: "Even if Wang Er's matchmaker finds a good family, I won't marry." "It was so loud that the whole inn could hear it clearly.

The guests on the first and second floors are also not surprised, and the most important thing is that no one has persuaded them.

Persuasion? It's not that nobody, it's that no one dares.

The people who persuaded her the first two times were all thrown out of the restaurant by her, and since then, the people who came to the Fulai Inn did not dare to intervene except for eating.

So, no one dares to make trouble here.

Zhang Sijun is so powerful, he relies on the method of practicing qi conjoined body that Jun Sai gave him before leaving, which is also mixed with some cultivation exercises, including a few incomplete superior exercises that the Jun Priest Master occasionally obtained when he was a young man.

In this way, in the past two years, Zhang Sijun has practiced miscellaneously, and he has also gained a certain understanding of cultivation, and his realm cultivation has also changed from a mortal to a cultivator in the middle of the first layer of the martial realm.

Zhang Laohan looked at his daughter with a resolute attitude and did not let go at all, as long as he shook his head helplessly, turned (shēn) and walked down the stairs Zhang Sijun looked down on the stairs, looking at her father smiling and facing Wang Er's matchmaker, but his face was full of embarrassment.

Zhang Sijun smiled, she knew that she had dodged again.

But she looked in the direction of the entrance of the town, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she said with a little disappointment: "When will you come? ”

...

As the sun sets, the king who walks on the dirt road, (shēn) is clothed in rags. When the wind blows, some sand and gravel enter the mouth from time to time.

Jun Sai walked vaguely for more than ten days, and he didn't know where he had gone, and at this time, his thirsty lips were chapped, and he wanted to drink saliva.

But when he saw the smoke not far away, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he only felt that his eyes were dark and he fainted.

When the priest awoke, it was already three days later in the morning.

The morning light pierces the window, obliquely (shè) in front of the window of the Jun Sacrifice Ground.

When Jun Sai opened his eyes, he was surrounded by the simplest walls, and he (shēn) was covered with a somewhat worn but clean quilt.

"Big brother, you're awake. ”

At this moment, a little boy with rè porridge walked in from outside the house, about eleven or twelve years old, with dark skin, short hair, and a slightly green voice in his voice. The little boy (shēn) was also dressed in clean old clothes, but there were two or three patches on the cuffs.

"Big brother, my dad just boiled (rè) porridge, let me bring it to you, I didn't expect you to wake up, it's so good" The little boy said happily.

Jun Sai took the (rè) porridge handed by the little boy, sniffed it gently, and he knew that there were several herbs in this porridge that nourished blood and qi, and nodded and thanked: "Thank you." ”

"Big brother, no thanks. My father said that it is the duty of a doctor to save the dead and help the wounded, cure the sick and save people" The little boy patted (xiōng) and said proudly: "Big brother, the herbs in your porridge were ground by my father himself, but it's so good!"

Jun Sai naturally knows that these herbs are ground into powder, and with the appropriate proportions, the medicinal effects can be brought into play.

At this time, a middle-aged man's voice came from outside the house: "Anan, come and help." ”

The little boy heard his father calling out to him, and said, "Big brother, you eat well and rest." I'm going to help", said the little boy running out of the house.

It only took four or five mouthfuls to sweep away the porridge in the bowl, and although it was not full, it solved the hunger.

After a few moments, the medicine in the porridge began to work, and a warm feeling flowed from the dantian into the veins, covering the whole (shēn).

Jun Sai didn't expect the medicinal power contained in this porridge to be so long-lasting, and one by one went towards the damage in Jun Sai's body.

Immediately, without thinking about it, Jun Sai sat cross-legged and vomited, and all of his shēn began to be made with the blessing of the medicinal power, and after a while, drops of sweat flowed down from Jun Sai's forehead and side face.

In this way, he began to heal his wounds.

Time also passed quickly with the healing of the king's sacrifice.

The shadows of the mountains and forests were gradually stretched out, and the birds chirping in the trees seemed to be tired after a day, and they all sat down on the branches and leaned on each other.

Anan's father and son also returned from the town at this time, and Anan's father also carried two (rè) roast chickens wrapped in oiled paper.

On the way back, Anan's eyes never left the two roast chickens.

Roast chicken, after all, can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

For a whole day, with the help of medicinal power, the spiritual energy that he had just absorbed walked around the whole (shēn) meridian for a long week, and the pain on (shēn) was also reduced a lot, and even the faint numbness on his arm felt much better.

When he opened his eyes, it was also dusk, he took out the long sword from the ring, walked out of the door, and danced, just practicing the moves, without using a single true qi.

And when Anan and his son were coming back, they happened to see the Jun Sacrifice Sword Dance, and even ordinary people like them could feel that this ordinary sword move seemed to be mixed with mysteries, giving them a very wonderful feeling.

Anan's father pushed open the door and said, "This sword dances very well!" After speaking, he put down the roast chicken in his hand, clapped his hands and said, "It seems that my medicine is still very effective." ”

Jun Sai sucked the sword in his hand back into the ring, stepped forward and said, "Thank you uncle for saving your life, I don't know what uncle is called?"

Anan said: "My father's name is Zhan Beizheng, and my name is Zhan Tiannan"

Jun Sai said: "My name is Jun Sai".

Anan's father, Zhan Beizheng, said very politely: "It is the duty of a doctor to save people, and there is no need to thank him." However, the little brother's ability to heal himself also shocked me. I don't know why you were so badly injured, but if you put this wound on someone else, you wouldn't be able to take two (rì). Unexpectedly, the second (rì) of my application for you, the breath became much calmer, and the pulse was no longer so chaotic."

As soon as Jun Sai heard this, he knew that it should be the combined effect of the crystal pendant on his neck and the medicinal power that could make his backlash much smoother.

Anan tugged on Jun Sai's sleeve, kept pulling, and said urgently: "Big brother, can you teach me swordsmanship?"

Zhan Beizheng said: "Anan, don't be rude."

Jun Sai looked at the urgent god (qíng) in Anan's eyes, which reminded Jun Sai of the light in his eyes when he was a child, when he was on the Dome Mountain, pulling his master to teach him swordsmanship, the kind of light in his eyes was very similar, very similar.

"Little brother, I'm really sorry, Anan, this kid has been interested in these knives and guns since he was a child. It's just that I'm a doctor, except for treating diseases and saving people, other things," he said, and Zhan Beizheng shook his head helplessly.

Jun Sai asked, "Uncle, you can send Anan to a nearby sect, or some martial arts."

"Little brother, you don't know anything. We are here at the junction of Yunzhou and Youzhou, and there are naturally more martial arts here, and some martial arts have a little relationship with some well-known sects. But if you want to enter our martial arts hall, you don't look at people's qualifications, you only look at money. It's a pity I can't afford it," Anan's father sighed helplessly.

"I don't know how much money it takes to enter the general martial arts hall," Jun Sai was quite curious.

Anan answered at this time: "One hundred taels."

"What! a hundred taels!" exclaimed Jun Sai, he didn't expect it to be so expensive.

Anan tugged at Jun Sai's clothes, the longing in his eyes, "Big brother, can you teach me?"

"This...", the king priest didn't know what to do for a while. He had planned to leave here with 明 (rì).

Zhanbei Zheng saw Anan open his mouth for the second time, but Jun Sai never agreed, and pulled a handful of Anan's clothes to stop embarrassing Jun Sai.

"Anan" fought the Northern Expedition and gently tugged on Anan's clothes, but Anan did not let go, and grabbed the sleeve of Jun Sai's shirt tightly.

Anan was waiting, and Jun Sai answered accurately.

Jun Sai thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay, I can teach you." However, there is a premise. ”

Precondition?

Zhan's father and son were stunned, Zhan Beizheng was excited in his heart, a smile gradually appeared on his face, and he hurriedly asked, "I don't know little brother, what is the premise of what you said?"

Zhan Beizheng seems to be even more excited than Anan, after all, learning swords is his son's long-standing dream.

"A good sword," Jun Sai said lightly.

When Zhan Beizheng heard this, his heart was even more relaxed, and he thought that the king wanted money. He hurriedly said, "This one has." ”

Zhan Beizheng actually prepared a sword for Anan very early, and what was prepared for Anan to go to the martial arts hall was not available for one hundred taels later, so he put it on hold, and now he can take it out again.

Zhanbei Zheng hurriedly took out a dusty, long box from the dilapidated warehouse, and there was a rusty iron lock on the box, and the pattern was no longer clear.

"Dad, I don't even know when you hid a sword. Anan was a little surprised, but his eyes kept on the long box, from the dilapidated storeroom to his face.

As soon as the box was opened, a rusty iron scabbard attracted Jun Sai's attention.

Zhan Beizheng took out his long sword and pulled out the sword, and a silver light suddenly came out, and the sword of the sword (shēn) was still glowing with cold cold.

"Hanshan Xuantie," Jun Sai said with some surprise.

When Zhan Beizheng heard this, he couldn't help asking, "Little brother knows?"

Jun Sai nodded and said, "When you opened the box, I could see that the scabbard was different, but I didn't expect this sword to be cast by Hanshan Xuaniron, I wonder if Uncle Zhan can let me give it a try?"

"Yes," Zhan Beizheng said that the sword was handed to Jun Sai.

When Jun Sai took this sword, he could feel the cold air in this sword, which was enough to refresh people's hearts, and thought that if someone practiced the exercises of the water genus (xìng) or the ice genus (xìng), and then used this sword, I am afraid that it would be able to exert 12% of its power, in short, it would be beneficial and harmless.

Immediately, Jun Sai was full of true qi, picked up his sword and practiced, and said while practicing: "Anan, look at it." I'll teach you one of the three sword tricks right now, the Remnant Blood Sword."

Anan did not answer, but watched every movement of the Jun Sacrifice with full attention, observing the shaking of the Jun Sacrifice's wrist, the movement of the steps, the details of the turn, and the direction of the force.

Although Anandi's posture and movements are very immature and young, and his feet are also chaotic, his (shēn) form is very natural.

I don't know how many times I have practiced this (tào) swordsmanship, and every time I will feel it once, and each time I will perceive something different, and this time it will be the same.

After a while, Jun practiced twice. Jun Sai saw that Anan was still comparing the moves of the Remnant Blood Sword, and he had the idea of staying for a month, wanting to pass on the Three Swords Technique to Anan.

Zhan Beizheng retreated to the side and looked at the two, his eyes also revealed his devotion to martial arts, and he whispered: "Anan, this kid, after all... Embarked on this road, alas, looking at them, I remembered what I used to be, if it wasn't for the abolition of the dantian, Anan would not have been bullied, maybe (rì) Zi would be better than now. As he spoke, he left slowly, not bothering the two, and went to cook.

And Jun Sai began to guide Anan to cultivate the Three Swords Technique, and Anan began to embark on the path of cultivation from this moment.

Later, even Jun Sai didn't expect that a few years later, Zhan Tiannan's name would terrify the cultivators of the entire continent.