While everyone was laughing in the thatched hut, Jiang Xiaobai carried the bamboo basket on his back, looked at it for a moment, and then walked over.

He found a place for himself to sit down, and there were four or five other people sitting at the table.

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai sat down, a bowl flew over and landed directly on the table in front of him.

However, when the bowl landed on the table, it was as if it had been caught by a magnet, and it did not move on the table.

Jiang Xiaobai saw this scene, and a touch of surprise rose in the corners of his eyes, this technique requires a certain level of precision in the strength.

Before he could think about it, a slightly pungent female voice entered his ears.

"Tea?"

It's a questioning tone, but with a hint of pungent and absent-minded unkindness.

Jiang Xiaobai looked up and saw a young girl with a red ribbon tied in a ponytail and dark eyes, walking over with a teapot.

Naturally, she is a spirit girl who everyone loves to ridicule under the thatched shed.

"Excuse me, do you want money?"

Jiang Xiaobai smiled and asked.

Sister Ling carried the teapot and poured a bowl of tea into the bowl in front of him, the tea soup was clear, but there were a lot of cyan tea foam slag in it, her big black eyes glanced at him carelessly, and said:

"New here?"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded.

"Don't want money. ”

Ling Meizi put down this sentence, turned around and left, the ponytail swayed gently behind her shoulders, like the willows in the spring breeze in March, and the red belt on it was like a blooming flower.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at her back, smiled, picked up the bowl, and took a sip of tea.

The taste is a little different, but the taste is good, as for why this tea is free, he didn't think much about it.

At this time, under the thatched shed, there were hundreds of people huddled together, drinking tea, while watching the competition on the Moon Cliff, judging the taste.

"That Confucian has a good foundation of internal qi, but the number of roads is too upright and will not be round, and on the other hand, the descendants of this disciple of the Tang Sect have changeable body methods, just to restrain the other party, although his skills are not as good as the other party, but he has a secret weapon to help, and the odds of winning are not small. ”

"Yo, that Confucian student has been hit again. ”

"The people of the Tang Sect won, if there is a fight of life and death, it is estimated that the young Confucian does not know how many times he has died. ”

“...........”

Under the thatched hut, people dressed in modern clothes are discussing the affairs of the rivers and lakes, talking about the rivers and lakes, if ordinary people see it, they will definitely feel that the painting style is strange, but this is a kind of epitome of cultivators under the changes of the world.

This is true both in terms of social structure and language and culture.

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, a young descendant of the Jianghu sect who was born from the Mo family is competing with a young Confucian student.

Not to mention, it's really a coincidence, this Confucian student Jiang Xiaobai knows, it is Wang Chengfeng, the son of Wang Qi's father and son.

Jiang Xiaobai sat under the thatched shed, watching the two of them fight on the Moon Cliff, and listening to the comments of everyone under the shed, this kind of taste of rivers and lakes made him feel quite interesting.

The fight seems to have been going on for a while, and the two people on both sides are fighting in close quarters.

The Confucian Wang Chengfeng's fists and feet are very upright, the fists and feet are tigery, the kind with the board and the eye, and the person of the Mo family is good at flexible positioning, his body is like a spiritual snake, moving left and right, sometimes when he can't deal with it, he suddenly throws out a steel ball from his sleeve and hits Wang Chengfeng's joints, so that his offensive slows down, and he saves the danger.

The two made a few more moves, and Wang Chengfeng suddenly stopped the offensive.

He simply threw in the towel.

"If this secret weapon of brother had been replaced with something else, I would have died hundreds of times. ”

He smiled helplessly, but he was willing to lose, a little free.

The other party was not arrogant, and even called "conceit" a few times.

Then the two of them walked down together and began to talk.

Obviously, the two are friends with martial arts, and they usually learn from each other.

As soon as the two of them came down, someone went up and began to call for battle, and then someone was eager to try the Moon Cliff and fight with it.

Although the Mochizuki Cliff was built to resolve disputes, it gradually became an excellent stage for practitioners from all over the world to learn from each other.

It also gathered a group of "people with lofty ideals" who were striding towards the rivers and lakes and gathering under the thatched hut to guide the country!

Who would have imagined that the outside world was full of lights, dogs and horses, ignorant and ignorant, and a large number of cultivators gathered in the snow-capped mountains, drinking tea and watching the fight under the thatched huts, studying and cultivating diligently on the edge of the cliffs, and preparing for the great world to come.

So, this world is really wonderful.

The mountains and the mountains have become two worlds.

Jiang Xiaobai sat under the thatched hut and thought like this in a trance, watching the competition between you and me on the Moon Cliff, watching the onlookers judge their heads and feet, and the bright color in their eyes when they pointed out the rivers and mountains, and couldn't help but feel a little reverberated in their hearts.

After the ripples were over, I couldn't help but smile.

He became a spectator and sat under the hut for an afternoon.

The Moon Cliff gathers talented people from all over the world and gathers hundreds of families, which is a good learning opportunity for him and can greatly broaden his horizons.

Although none of the people he saw were at the innate level, they were all in the stage of heavenly qi after tomorrow, and most of the methods used were hand-to-hand combat, and there were no Dao techniques and spells flying around, but all the laws were the same, and the small saw the big.

These things can be passed down for thousands of years, and they have not been lost in the time of faults, they must be the essence of time refinement, and they all have their strengths.

Jiang Xiaobai would not be so arrogant that he had advanced to the congenital, could fly to the heavens and the earth, and knew the Dao of heaven and earth, so he was proud of it.

He thought very clearly, innate is just the starting point of seeking the Tao, not to mention the changes in this unknown world, no one knows what will happen.

It is precisely because of the transparency of his heart that he thinks more long-term.

On the edge of the Moon Cliff, he was like a spectator, watching the battle of hundreds of schools on the stage, watching the laws of the hundred schools, and looking at the rules and regulations of each family, expanding his horizons, for example, some people can play the flute to drive away snakes and listen to people's instructions; some people are weak and weak in the competition, and they are defeated without a fight......

Although these things cannot have a direct effect on Jiang Xiaobai's cultivation, they can greatly expand his horizons and have an understanding of various family laws, which will benefit him without harm.

And so it was, and the afternoon passed.

At dusk, Jiang Xiaobai saw that the time was almost up, so he walked alone on the mountain path and disappeared into the snowy mountain.

In the next few days, Jiang Xiaobai went to the Snow Mountain after breakfast, and went to the Snow Mountain after lunch, and when he practiced at night, he would summarize and reminisce about the recent gains, and forcibly held down the sleepy little girl to guide her to cultivate.

Jiang Xiaobai's life is full and enjoyable.

Every time he went to the Snow Mountain, he only went to the Moon Cliff, and even the way to exchange the spirit stone for the Dharma was temporarily thrown aside, and he sat for a day, and he didn't know how many bowls of tea he drank under the thatched hut.

(PS: I recommend a good-looking fantasy - "Super God Plunder", the old driver departs.) Dirt Dirt Dirt... ）