The Sword Dynasty walked around the West, and on the way, he kept wondering if those children who got his five cheats could really pass on his swordsmanship and carry forward his swordsmanship.

He took out his map and looked at the places he had passed yesterday, and knew that he had walked three-quarters of the way through the desert, and that he would be able to get out of the desert in less than a month.

The Sword King walked for a while and vaguely saw a small house on the left in front of him, and there was a small vegetable patch, that place did not have the appearance of the desert at all, the Sword King also felt strange, and was ready to come forward to take a look, and by the way, he took some plates and bought some wine and meat to eat, after all, he had not eaten enough food in this desert for more than three months, let alone wine and meat.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword"

"Frostblade hasn't tried."

"Show you today,"

"Who has grievances. ”

The old gentleman is a good poem, I don't know who created it? The sword king heard an old man chanting this poem, and felt that the other party must have been a martial artist when he was young, so he asked this old gentleman.

"Haha, I don't know who created it, I've just heard it, and I think this poem is in line with what I was in Middle-earth!" After saying that, the old gentleman picked up the crutch next to him and stood up.

The Sword King saw him describe him like this, he must have been a good person, but he didn't know how his right leg was lame, in order to enhance his impression and open his mouth to buy some rare wine and meat in the desert, the Sword King immediately walked up to help the old man.

"Haha, young man, why did you come to this desert alone?, it's so difficult to go through the desert to the west to find the true place to cultivate?"

"How does the old gentleman know?" asked the Sword King, puzzled.

"Haha! Because I've been here for almost thirty years, there are not 1,000 people who go to seek cultivation, but 800!"

"The old gentleman guessed right, I really went to the West to find the way to cultivate the truth," the Sword King replied with a smile.

The old gentleman seemed to notice something, and after looking at the Sword King's whole body, he said: "Young man, I have seen this desert come so far to come to me and the whole body is full of internal strength, at least among ordinary people, you already have other people's forty-year-old internal strength, do you have any magic weapon or top-level internal strength?"

"Yes, old man, I was called the Sword King in Middle-earth, a few months ago I swore with the seven masters at the top of the Forbidden City that I could only go out there alone, and then I didn't know that a person appeared there, he actually came up directly and stabbed one of the eight of us to death, and then fought the remaining seven of us alone, although later we relied on the consumption of physical strength to kill him, after a battle, we were all exhausted and postponed the battle of the Forbidden City for three years, although I am the Sword King, but after that battle, I feel that I am just a swordsman in front of that person, for a battle three years later, I am determined to break through the swordsmanship that mortals can bear, go to the West to find the cultivation sect, cultivate the true and become an immortal body!"

"Young man, are you ......" The old gentleman slowly moved away from the Sword King, and before the old gentleman finished speaking, the Sword King opened his mouth and said, "By the way, old man, do you have any wine and meat here, I haven't smelled oil for three or four months!"

"There is wine and meat in that one, but are you really the sword king?" The old gentleman spoke a little trembling, it is rumored that the sword king of Middle-earth sometimes acts chivalrous and sometimes kills innocents, I have heard a lot of stories about the sword king in this desert alone!, I am afraid that you will be cruel to me. ”

Sir, come up with the wine and meat first, and I'll explain to you as I speak, and now I can tell you that I'm not going to do anything to you.

"Okay. The old gentleman turned around and crooked his mouth and smiled, and then went into the house!

The Sword King looked at the twenty or thirty meters long and wide vegetable field outside and thought, "The old gentleman may have been a master when he was young, otherwise how could he see the level of my internal strength in two or three clicks?"

He took off the sword from his back, looked at the scabbard, sighed and said, "Sure enough, after more than three months, the scabbard has faded a lot,"

............

Half an hour later.

"Come on, come on, fragrant fried cabbage, fried potatoes,............" shouted the old gentleman in the room.

The Sword King wanted to go in and help, after all, the old gentleman had bad legs.

Without waiting for the Sword King to get up, a young man came out of the room, about eighteen years old, and he slowly brought all the dishes to the Sword King one by one.

"Big brother, I'm sorry! There is very little wood in this desert, we don't have a table, and it used to be hot after a month when we made a table! Come and eat in the vegetable field in our district, there is no sand there, and it is not so hot!" said the young man as he walked towards the vegetable field.

The Sword King walked to the vegetable field without saying a word, and the young man put the food on the ground and sat down himself.

"Do you want to eat together, little brother?" puzzled the Sword King.

"It's nothing, it's just that I heard my sixty-year-old grandfather say that eldest brother is the famous Sword King of the Central Plains, and I want to drink with you, so that I can say that I have talked with the Sword King in the future! Haha! Come, Sword King, these are the two bottles of fine wine I bought from a merchant passing by here two years ago! You have traveled all over Middle-earth, and I believe you have drunk a lot of good wine, I hope you don't mind!" the young man said with a smile, looking at the Sword King as if he were looking at an idol.

The Sword King rarely drank wine, and when he saw it, he immediately reached out and took it, and asked, "Ahh

Although there is no meat in this dish, the Sword King can be satisfied with wine.

"Sword King, what's your name? Everyone calls you Sword King, but they don't know your name!" the young man asked puzzled.

The Sword King was embarrassed to say his name, so he said casually: "My name is Yang Wenhua! What about you, what is your name, seeing that you have excellent bones all over your body, why don't you go and learn martial arts? Stay in the desert at such a young age!"

The young man sighed and said, "My mother will die if I don't give birth, and my father suddenly disappeared one night when I was two years old, so I can't leave my grandfather alone in this desert, and I can only live a year after a year." ”

Soon the Sword King drank the whole pot of wine, and the young man handed his bottle of wine to the Sword King and said, "Come, Sword King, I give you this bottle, I haven't drunk it, can I call you Brother Wen Hua?"

When the Sword King saw the pot of wine, he could manage so much, and said bluntly: "Okay, good!"

When he just wanted to reach out to get the wine, his body instantly became hot, dizzy, and his hands and feet couldn't be controlled, but he still tried his best to seal his eight veins of the strange meridians and prevent the poison from continuing to extend.

"You ...... What do you want to do?" the Sword King fainted after saying to the young man.

"I didn't do anything!hey!hey!hey!hey!" The young man didn't seem to know that the Sword King had been poisoned!