In fact, it was Yi Qiunian who found Qin Xiaochuan first. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the incident happened, Qin Xiaochuan had been back in the Central Plains for more than ten days. He sat at a stall eating noodles, put a sword that he bought casually for three taels of silver on his lap, and picked up a long noodle with chopsticks in his hand. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the noodles shook and broke in two.

"I heard...... You're looking for me on the black market?"

A man sat silently across the table. It was an old man, with half-gray hair, bright eyes, a long black beard under his chin, and dressed like an ordinary rich man, but he had an unusual chic bearing: "So, I found it myself." ”

The appearance of the sword ruffian did not alarm anyone present.

Qin Xiaochuan had expectations.

He smashed almost one-third of the silver he had accumulated in the Northern Regions into the Central Plains black market, and he could hear a few splashes. I don't want to be able to track the whereabouts of the sword ruffian, I just want to arouse the curiosity of the seniors. Yi Qiunian sat opposite and touched his beard, looking leisurely, just like the description of his poem: Baiyun World is a pillow, and he is drunk and drunk!

"Why? If you don't believe me, is that the person you are looking for?"

Yi Qiunian's tone was free and easy, and he didn't think that the young man in front of him was an offense to drop a large sum of silver.

Qin Xiaochuan's mood slowed down.

"It's not. He put down his chopsticks, spoke thoughtfully, and finally decided to tell the truth honestly: "The sword intent on the predecessor cannot be faked. "The wind came so suddenly that my mind hadn't come back to my senses from the noodles. This bowl of noodles is destined to be uneaten, and has been blown by the wind with a few traces of dust.

"I'm a swordsman. Qin Xiaochuan said.

"Well, I see. Yi Qiunian smiled, and his tone was not slow. The person in front of him looked young, but he was not a teenager, and he seemed to be hiding his identity, so he was not wearing the most convenient weapon for himself.

Real people and puppets are actually a little different.

Qin Xiaochuan was able to identify at a glance that the rich man in front of him was the sword ruffian Yi Qiu Nian, relying on the comprehension of the continuous wisp of sword intent in the wind. He himself actually has a unique sword intent on his body, like a ray of sunshine in the mountains and forests, like a wisp of breeze around the green leaves. The sword intent is attached to the demon sword, but it is not from the demon sword. And the demon sword turned into a spirit, hidden in the demon heart, hidden by the breath of the Buddha.

But in Yi Qiunian's eyes, the wisp of sword intent hidden in the bright Buddha light with a strange spirit was as black and white as a moth in fire, and there was no match with the long sword worn by the young man's waist.

The long sword on Qin Xiaochuan's waist was ordinary, and it was a trophy that was captured after entering a battle after entering the Central Plains. By the time he cultivated like this, he rarely borrowed heavy weapons in ordinary battles.

Not to mention swordsmanship. The Buddhist beads on his wrist are the best weapons!

"When I was practicing swords, I had a lot of questions. I hope to be able to consult the sword intent of my predecessors. ”

Qin Xiaochuan said this sentence slowly. He has always believed that when facing people who are full of respect for him, he is most sincere in being straightforward and straight to the point. At the age of Yi Chunian, there is almost nothing in the world that he has never seen, and there are very few things that can really move him. It just so happens that the sincerity that comes from the younger generations is one of them. "So, you want to be my apprentice?" Yi Qiunian stroked his beard and said suddenly.

At this time, the sword ruffian had not yet met his later apprentice Luo Zishang, so he was very interested in his studious and direct juniors.

Qin Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, and he didn't think of apprenticeship at all.

"Oh?" Yi Qiunian raised his eyebrows, and from Qin Xiaochuan's expression, he sensed that things didn't seem to be what he thought.

"Are there any apprentices in the seniors?" Qin Xiaochuan asked slowly. It was so unexpected that he didn't know what to do!

"Like, it's not very lacking. ”

It's very interesting to remember the autumn year. Is it true that the younger generations have practiced extremely upright swordsmanship, it seems that they have already been taught by a teacher, and the change in this expression is really obvious: "Do you know that I have an apprentice?"

"Not now, there will be ...... in the future"

"Oh, who could that be?"

"The surname is Luo, the name is a businessman, and he is a young man who is easy to die. ”

"It turned out to be surnamed Luo. Thank you, and I'll keep an eye out for another chance. Yi Qiunian chatted happily, and raised his hand: "Little Er, come with a pot of wine and a pot of tea." "The wine relaxes the juniors who sweat very seriously on the opposite side, and the tea is drunk by themselves, and it tastes good when someone pays ~~

A little regretful.

The truth was said very abruptly, but Qin Xiaochuan, who knew too much, said it casually. He wanted to wake up, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it seemed that something was wrong, and he immediately sweated nervously after speaking.

The sword ruffian's expression was as usual, but there was no surprise on his face, "I met a person here many years ago, and that person said that I would meet his heir here in many years and get the message of my heir. Yi Qiunian drank tea: "Are you his heir?"

Who is it?

"A thousand years of Wolongxing. "Remembering the autumn year and stroking his beard.

Unexpected name.

Ever since he trespassed into the Ghost River when he was young and almost didn't plant it with his friend Fujido, Qin Xiaochuan hasn't heard this name mentioned for a long time!

He seemed surprised, but he wasn't too surprised. Wolongxing is a person he knows who can really see everything that will happen in a hundred years. If it is Wolongxing, it is not surprising that Qin Xiaochuan's existence can be foreseen. Even Wolongxing's former pet silverfish grandson, Qin Xiaochuan had doubted why this fish happened to be waiting for him by the river.

Qin Xiaochuan slowly took a cool breath. Wasn't the word heir used to deceive Yin Qiujun in the first place?

So, never underestimate someone who thinks they have the situation in their hands!

"I'd like to ask my seniors one thing. Without thinking too much about it for the time being, he directly brought the topic back: "What is the wind?"

I have seen a lot of strange sword intent in the sea of swords, and there are not a few swordsmen who enter the sword with the wind, but none of them can break into the top ten.

After throwing down the wooden staff and returning to Hanhai to regain his grip on the demon sword, it seemed that the heart of the sword that had been accidentally sealed by Yilian Tuosheng for decades returned to Qin Xiaochuan's heart. Lately, he has often remembered how he used his sword to kill masked men who had been studying martial arts for years when he didn't even know how to hold a sword. The answer is wind! When a weapon cuts through space, it generates wind before it touches the human body. In the past, Qin Xiaochuan could see the trajectory of the wind with both eyes.

That instinct and feeling faded after really learning martial arts. It's like facing a common sense, when you abandon the result and think about the principle, you can understand what kind of peak is separated. What is the wind? The principle of nature. So, how does the sword blend into the wind? Is it enough to be gentle and invisible?

Actually, this is the Way.

Qin Xiaochuan embarked on the road of seeking the Tao, but he didn't know how to seek the Tao.

"Wind ......"

Yi Qiunian looked a little surprised. This question is not the first time he has heard this question, so the answer comes easily: "The wind is natural." ”

"What is nature?"

"Nature is nature. Your sword intent comes from 'nature'. ”

The sword intent of the demon sword comes from the spirit, and the original material itself is very ordinary. And the spirit is born in nature!

"Your sword intent reminds me of a person. Speaking of nature, Yi Qiunian's heart moved, put down the teacup and touched his beard: "So I decided to take you to meet another person!" Who the first person was, the sword ruffian did not say clearly. But who was the second person, it made Qin Xiaochuan's heart move: "Who to see?"

Yi Qiunian said: "Come, follow me to Lonely Peak." ”

At this time.

Solitary Peak is located on the northwest side of the Central Plains and is not a well-known place name. Similarly, the Scar of the Wind is not famous in the martial arts. But if you mention the other three words "Demon Flow Sword", this is a demon god who was famous in the martial arts twenty years ago and killed people at every turn!

But the lonely peak, the autumn water under the peak is quiet and waveless.

Along the road, there are mountains and rocks, like the sharp teeth of trees to the sky, with traces of weathering everywhere. Halfway up the mountain, you can look up and see the cold mountain peaks reaching into the sky! But in the middle, it seems to have been split by a sword, and the sound of the wind between the gaps echoes endlessly.

"As far as I know, there is no place in this world that is more suitable for people to comprehend the true meaning of the wind. ”

Yi Qiunian stood on the mountainside, his attitude was chic and calm, and he raised his hand and ordered: "Go!"

Qin Xiaochuan twitched the corners of his mouth and climbed up.

Leaping lightly, he soon came to the peak. The top of the mountain peak is surprisingly flat, with a radius of one mile and a flat land, without any sharp rocks.

The gravel on the ground is also unusually rounded...... But the lonely peak, the trespasser, died.

When Qin Xiaochuan stepped on the peak, he first felt the continuous wind around him. The wind was gentle, not at all as terrible as the whistling sound heard halfway up the mountain. It is indeed a strange place, as if it is surrounded by the wind all the time, whether it is soft or cold or cruel!

A black-sheathed sword was blocking the way.

A slender hand, slowly draped over the hilt of the sword.

A tall, black-clothed and ruthless man, with a few strands of black hair and a shawl erected, his face was like white jade, the corners of his lips were cold, and his eyes seemed to be calm like a pool of waveless and empty autumn water under the lonely peak, without killing intent, but with killing intent in the wind: "Sword Demon Flow!"

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