Liu Yuchuan's death has nothing to do with Li Qinghe, but it is true that Qingcheng Mountain defeated the great master Luo Xinghe, so Songguoer naturally wants to be called a senior.

In order to avoid settling accounts after the autumn of the Sword Pavilion, Songguoer simply lived here, and the room was next door to Li Qinghe.

This made Li Qinghe have a black line in his head, but he couldn't blow away others, and he just took the brush in his own hand, which didn't live up to his name.

But it's casual to think about it, anyway, I won't stay for long, just leave after the New Year.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Qinghe went downstairs to drink porridge, and the atmosphere of the New Year was completely liberated on this day, and the atmosphere of Hanhai City and Jiangnan County City were the same.

A ring was set up spontaneously in the city, and many people from the rivers and lakes who came here could go up to meet their friends with martial arts.

And the City Defense Department not only did not stop it, but took on the responsibility of maintaining order.

There is no way, the emperor of Hanhai City is far away, and the Sword Pavilion is right under his nose, and even the chief official in the city has to visit the door with a salute on the first day of the new year.

As for the industries in the city, nearly seventy percent belong to the name of the Sword Pavilion, otherwise it would be a problem for such a large sect to eat and drink, and they are not like Taihe Mountain who can collect incense money.

"Senpai!"

Songguo'er sat aside, a smile on her indifferent face that was more ugly than crying.

He has been wandering alone since he left the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and he has learned two or three tricks, but it is not enough, not enough for him to fulfill his wish.

This time he came to Hanhai City to see if it was possible to enter the Sword Pavilion, originally Qingcheng Mountain was very close to the Sword Washing Pool, but he wanted to stay away from there.

However, after yesterday's incident, he has already given up the idea of entering the Sword Pavilion, but didn't this Senior Li send it to the door?

"Hmm. ”

Li Qinghe nodded, his face did not change, and he didn't mean to pay attention to him at all.

The two of them sat awkwardly, one wanted to ask for advice, and the other did not live up to the name.

After a long time, there were more and more people on the streets, and the warmth brought by the sun did not ward off the cold.

Li Qinghe gritted his teeth and took a sip of wine, suppressing the cold of the toxin in his chest with the power of wine.

After a while, a middle-aged man with an imposing face and a long sword walked into the inn, glanced at it, and stopped in the direction of Li Qinghe.

The pine cone on the side became nervous and couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword.

The middle-aged man smiled and walked over: "But Li Qinghe of Taihe Mountain?"

"It's me. Li Qinghe raised his head suspiciously.

"Sword Pavilion, Zhang San. ”

Li Qinghe was stunned for a moment, subconsciously resisted the urge to honor his seniors, and stretched out his hand to greet him.

"What?"

"Yesterday, my Sword Pavilion disciple was domineering, and the investigation in the Pavilion made it clear that it was indeed his father's fault first, and now he is thinking about it on the back mountain. ”

The middle-aged man's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, there was no intention of flattering, and there was apology in his words, but he did not say it directly.

One is to take care of one's own losses, and the other is that the rules of the Sword Pavilion are strict, and since they have been punished, they don't feel that they owe anything more.

Songguo snorted coldly, turned her head and drank her tea sullenly.

Li Qinghe nodded: "The sword is a gentleman's weapon, and the Sword Pavilion is like this, and it deserves to be the leader of the sword." ”

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, he only felt that this Li Qinghe was famous, but his temperament was unknown, and when he saw him today, he was still very easy to get along with.

But in an instant, Xiao Jiujiu started to fight in his heart again, this is the genius of Taihe Mountain, when Tanglin Sword Immortal fought the sword into Qingcheng, it was because the two families had a feud, which was naturally eye-catching.

But in fact, the Sword Washing Pool, the Sword Pavilion, and other major sects, which one of them was not broken through by Li Tanglin?

It's just that it's too embarrassing, and everyone tacitly doesn't say anything.

When he arrived here, the middle-aged man remembered what the head had just said to him: "Li Qinghe's victory over Luo Xinghe is too terrifying, and there are many rumors to boast about, but there is the death of Liu Yuchuan before, this person is extremely talented, and he may not be the next Li Tanglin." ”

"And the disciples of Taihe Mountain rarely go down the mountain to move around, since they have come to Hanhai City, my Sword Pavilion can't lose their hospitality, and this year's tide is also invited. ”

"That's right, Qinghe Xiaoyou. Zhang San cleared his throat, Li Qinghe's seniority is unknown, but he can be called a brother and brother to Li Changan, which is obviously not low, maybe he is still Cui Xianchang's new apprentice.

"There is a big tide in the East China Sea tonight, and the Sword Pavilion would like to invite you to go and watch the tide together......

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As soon as it was dark and the lights were on, Li Qinghe worshiped his father and mother in the room, saluted his ancestors, got up and walked out of the restaurant.

Songguo'er behind him kept staring at him, silently following behind, Li Qinghe glanced at it, and didn't say anything.

There is a big tide in the East China Sea every day, especially the most victorious in the year, it is rumored that the disciples of the Sword Pavilion are new, and the first test is to watch the tide on the city wall for three years before they are qualified.

Every year, when the old and the new alternate, the east city wall belongs exclusively to the Sword Pavilion, inviting the chief officials in the city, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and the people in the city to watch the scenery and watch the New Year.

After coming to the east city wall, Li Qinghe showed the invitation and climbed the city wall, and the pine cones behind him hesitated for a moment and followed, but no one stopped him.

On the city wall, Zhang San took the lead in getting up to greet him, although the scene was big, but the head of the Sword Pavilion would not come in person, so he presided over it here.

The people in the rivers and lakes on the side turned their heads one after another, wearing a Taoist robe, and they were qualified to come here, so their identities were naturally clear.

Li Qinghe awkwardly responded to the greetings of the people around him and sat next to Zhang San, while Songguoer sat behind him.

There are only four people in this Zhuo, Zhang San, Li Qinghe, and the two civil and military chiefs of Hanhai City, and their high status can be seen.

Everyone said hello and began to talk, talking about everything from all over the world, Li Qinghe thought about being silent at first, making others think that it was Taoist Qi cultivation kung fu, but he couldn't stand the enthusiasm of the chief official in the city.

Fortunately, when he and Cassia were in Jiangnan, they didn't listen to the story, and everyone was stunned as soon as the words came out, thinking that they were really not ordinary people.

Especially Zhang San, his evaluation of Li Qinghe in his heart was a little deeper.

Eating and drinking on the city wall, the time quickly reached midnight, the waves under the city wall were churning, and a strong wind suddenly blew, and the momentum was strong.

"Here, this is the tide of the East China Sea. ”

Li Qinghe and Songguo looked up into the distance, and the waves hit the city wall one after another, without the slightest tendency to weaken, and the strongest wave even had a little sea water surging onto the city wall.

Li Qinghe was a little excited in his heart, such a big scene, not to mention the words in the book, even if it was a picture, how could it be expressed.

The waves are monstrous, one after another, and the momentum of the vast sea of smoke is coming, making people feel small.

Just when everyone was immersed in the momentum of heaven and earth, Li Qinghe was suddenly stunned.

He saw that among the waves under the city wall, there was a deep ditch that was bottomless and about dozens of feet wide, and if it weren't for the bright lights here, he would almost have ignored it.

Zhang San on the side seemed to know what he had noticed, and said loudly: "That's a sword mark." ”

"Sword marks?" Li Qinghe was taken aback.

"Well, the sword marks that came out of the sword of the Xue Sword God back then. ”

Zhang San nodded, there was no embarrassment and embarrassment in his words, Gu Juchen's sword path was already very strong.

The Sword Pavilion used the sword as a soldier, the ancestor was born in the army, Li Tanglin was invincible in the blind pivot realm back then, and he was naturally embarrassed if he couldn't beat it.

But Gu Juchen, who is under Cui Lao Dao, is different, he is a strong man in the palace realm, and the sword washing pool is also a kendo sect, if he can't beat it, he can't beat it, his skills are not as good as others, and he is willing to bow to the wind, there is nothing to avoid.

On the contrary, the Sword Pavilion organizes disciples to come here every year to watch the tide and watch the sword, in order to ponder the true meaning of the sword.

Li Qinghe suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at the deep ditch under the city wall, and thought to himself that on Qingcheng Mountain, the senior in the sword washing pool was afraid that he was not modest.

With such a wide and deep sword mark, it is not an exaggeration to say that it can extend for more than ten miles.

The waves continued, and the shock in Li Qinghe's heart became more and more intense, his eyes stared at the sword marks, and he slowly became confused.

Zhang San on the side was stunned, but he glanced at others and asked others not to disturb.

Taoist perception is like a warrior breaking a mirror, and making trouble is a mortal enemy.

Li Qinghe didn't notice his change, and only that amazing sword mark was left in his sight.

The waves were surging, and a figure suddenly appeared in his sight, holding a three-foot long sword, looking at the waves silently.

Suddenly, without warning, the figure raised its hand and drew its sword, like an ant at the height of the waves.

A sword slashed, the sword qi condensed and did not disperse, the wave sounded like a firecracker, the sea water opened in half like tofu, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and a silver line rushed forward and disappeared from view.

The waves were supposed to be continuous, but they were slashed by this sword.

Li Qinghe didn't know the way of the sword, and he didn't understand what the Tao was after reading so many Taoist books, but now he only felt that his body and mind were transparent, and he was like the petrel, soaring above the waves.

Heaven and earth in the heart, relaxed, unhindered, free, at ease.

On the city wall, Zhang San frowned, seeing that Li Qinghe's eyes were confused, he raised his hand slightly.

The invisible qi was scattered, and everyone was stunned.

It was another wave as high as a city wall, and the corners of Li Qinghe's mouth were smiling, and his palms fell gently.

It was far from the power of Gu Juchen's sword back then, but the waves of the high sea were also divided into two and collapsed.