Under Cuiyun Peak, on the shore of the Green Water Lake, Ziqin finally caught up with Yan Shisan.

He didn't know why he wanted to catch up with Yan Thirteen, but he still caught up and told Yan Thirteen about his existence.

At first glance, Yan Shisan was also extremely surprised.

He looked at Ziqin quietly for a long time, and was suddenly startled, and then looked at it for a long time, and there was a trace of shock and admiration in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be a swordsmanship wizard."

Yan Shisan's voice was extremely emotional, but beside him, the crow looked at Ziqin silently, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

As if noticing the crow's disdain, Yan Shisan suddenly turned his head and smiled at the crow.

"Do you know that it only took me a sword to defeat him at the beginning, and it is estimated that you defeated him similarly."

Yan Shisan said this sentence extremely indifferently, but the crow was shocked.

He is a swordsman, the best swordsman in the world, although he has never fought with Ziqin, but the crow is sure that he will never be able to defeat Ziqin with a sword, not only he can't be defeated, but Yan Thirteen can't be defeated either.

Because Ziqin's spirit and spirit seemed to be solidified into a ball, if any swordsman could condense his spirit and spirit into a ball, his swordsmanship would definitely not be bad, at least not worse than his Crow and Yan Thirteen.

"After failure, you can break through, there really are such people in this world."

The crow muttered, but the gaze he looked at Ziqin had changed from disdain to admiration.

There are not many people in this world who can stand up after failure, and even fewer people who can stand up after failure and get a breakthrough, and there are very few people like Ziqin who break through immediately after failure.

Such a person is not as good as Yan Shisan and Crow in swordsmanship, but he can definitely get the recognition of the two.

And the most direct expression of recognition between men is often wine. , so Yan Shisan, Crow, and Ziqin were already sitting in a tavern, and the name of the tavern was Xinghua Village.

Wet clothes want to wet apricot blossom rain, although the wine in this apricot blossom village is not made of apricot blossoms, but it is also a very high-quality wine, but after drinking two mouthfuls of Ziqin, he found that he had done a wrong thing, a big wrong thing.

Cao Bing is not good at drinking, and after two sips of wine, Ziqin's head has begun to feel a little dizzy.

Anyone who has ever drunk alcohol knows this feeling, you are still clear and can think, but you already feel that your head is heavy, your hands and feet are starting to numb, and you can't even feel the ground when you walk.

Ziqin is in this situation now.

Fortunately, he still has two friends he just met, Yan Thirteen and Crow.

One of these two people was holding Ziqin on one side, and next to them was a lake, a lake of green water.

Clipper, shopkeeper, this boat is very ordinary, but the shopkeeper is by no means ordinary, Ziqin actually noticed this shopkeeper at the beginning, in fact, if he didn't think about Xie Wangsun, I'm afraid Ziqin would first see this shopkeeper.

It's a pity that the shopkeeper is still talking to Yan Shisan at this moment, but Ziqin's head is already blurred.

The clipper docked, Ziqin was supported by Yan Shisan and the crow and walked ashore, the shopkeeper had already walked away, but there was a person here to greet them, and this person was naturally Xie Wangsun.

Xie Wangsun is indeed a very kind old man, more kind than written in the original book, seeing Ziqin drunk, this old man's first reaction was to help him come over to support Ziqin.

No matter who you are, I'm afraid you would never have imagined that this old man who helped support a drunkard was actually the most famous contemporary owner of Shenjian Mountain Villa on the rivers and lakes.

The old man's hand was very warm, but when the old man's hand held Ziqin, Ziqin's drunken eyes, which were about to open, suddenly showed a trace of sobriety.

"Very clean hands."

Ziqin looked at Xie Wangsun's hand with drunken eyes.

This is indeed a very clean hand, Xie Wangsun is middle-aged, his temples are gray, but his hands are still white and clean, and the nails on his ten fingers are neatly trimmed.

is a girl in her twenties, but she is afraid that she does not have such clean hands.

"You see that your hands are clean, just because your eyes are clean, and if you look at it by another person, it is just a pair of old man's hands."

Xie Wangsun smiled, his smile was very gentle, it looked like the smile of an old man who had nothing to worry about.

Ziqin thought of his first life, and thought of those old people who played Tai Chi in the park every morning and did morning exercises, and the smiles of those people were not the same as the smiles of Xie Wangsun at this time.

It's just that how can such an old man be the same as those old people.

"You know, I'm not here to see anyone, but to see a sword."

Ziqin continued to speak, his eyes seemed to be completely clear, but he seemed to be even more drunk, Yan Shisan and Crow could feel Ziqin's body trembling.

People with hangovers often wake up a little unwell, and shivering is just one of the most insignificant.

Yan Shisan and the crow didn't care about Ziqin's words, nor did they care about Ziqin's abnormality, but Xie Wangsun was slightly stunned, and his hand holding Ziqin seemed to stiffen suddenly.

It was just a moment, and then the old man laughed again.

His hand was still holding Ziqin.

"Everyone who comes here wants to see that sword, and everyone will not be disappointed, although that sword belongs to the Xie family, the Xie family will not stop fellow people in the rivers and lakes from watching this sword."

Xie Wangsun's smile was still humble.

Ziqin has been silent, the children of the Xie family, from two hundred years ago to the present, can there really be someone who can not bear the burden of the first sword in the world, and Xie Wangsun can be an exception.

This old man looks like the old people who do Tai Chi in the park, but is he really the same?

This old man's martial arts are definitely not bad, but Ziqin has never felt any breath from him, this old man seems to be just a mortal, but he has already merged with the surroundings.

Before he came, Ziqin wanted to see this old man countless times, but after seeing this old man, Ziqin knew that in fact, it was the same if he couldn't see him.

This old man and he are really no longer at the same level.

Behind the path is an old mansion with a large hall and several large houses.

Ziqin was supported by Yan Shisan and the crow, and followed behind the old man, and had already entered the big house next to the hall, which was an ancestral room, where countless tablets were placed.

Ziqin's gaze had already seen a huge square in the center of the room that was covered by cloth, and a sword frame in front of the square that was also covered by cloth.

This is naturally the Xie family's divine sword, as well as Xie Sanshao's coffin.

Ziqin already knew what Xie Wangsun was going to say next, and he also knew Yan Shisan's reaction, Ziqin didn't have much interest in this anymore, he just stood quietly aside.

It's like watching a play, watching this farce performance.

However, when the old man unveiled the final farce, Ziqin suddenly felt the fluctuation of the aura on Yan Shisan's body, which was a very strange fluctuation.

Ziqin couldn't explain what this fluctuation was, but Ziqin knew that Yan Thirteen at this time was no longer the previous Yan Thirteen.

Ziqin couldn't describe Yan Shisan at this time, but he vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped something.

At this time, Ziqin suddenly saw Yan Shisan's hand, his right hand, at this time his right hand was hanging on his waist, Ziqin's memory was very good, he remembered that Yan Shisan's right hand would never leave his sword hilt.

At this time, Yan Shisan's right hand had already left the hilt of his sword.

Ziqin's heart seemed to be filled with countless thunderbolts, he knew what Yan Shisan was starting to change, he had already put it down, put down the sword.

Maybe Yan Thirteen was still a person who was obsessed with moves a second ago, but from this second on, Yan Thirteen had already taken two steps in a row and put down his sword.

This may not be Xie Sanshao's kind of release, nor is it Xie Wangsun's kind of release, but Yan Shisan still put it down in the end.

Ziqin looked at his hand, he also thought about letting it go, but in the end he didn't put it down, that day in the woods, when Xie Sanshao appeared that day, his first reaction was still holding the sword.

If a swordsman wants to put down his sword, perhaps the first thing he has to put down is life and death.

Ziqin is far from coming to this point, but now, Yan Shisan has already let go, under the words of Xie Wangsun.

Suddenly, Zi Qin smiled bitterly, he tried his best, but it was useless after all, and Yan Shisan didn't do anything, but he had already put it down.

He, in the end, is not Yan Shisan, nor Xie Sanshao, he can't let go.

Ziqin suddenly pulled out the wooden sword at his waist, and then, with both hands, he broke the wooden sword fiercely.

Yan Thirteen and the crow looked over.

"A wooden sword can't kill, and naturally it can't protect itself."

Ziqin laughed, he smiled extremely gently, no longer as aggressive as when he talked to Xie Wangsun before, he had already figured it out and figured it out, he was not Yan Shisan, not Xie Wangsun, not Xie Sanshao.

Even, he is not Cao Bing, he has his own way, a unique way, he should not have followed the path of others.

The sword was taken out by Ziqin again, and this sword naturally did not rust because it was not used during this time, but when Ziqin held this sword again, everyone could feel a slight shock from this sword.

The sword seemed to be chirping.

Xie Wangsun's eyes finally showed surprise for the first time, he looked at Ziqin, looked at the sword, and suddenly, his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if he wanted to hold the divine sword next to him.

"It's time for me to leave."

Ziqin suddenly laughed, and his smile seemed to make this ancestral hall light up.

Yan Thirteen's release can no longer hide Ziqin's light, perhaps, at this time, Yan Thirteen has no light, and the moment Xie Sanshao's death is revealed by Xie Wangsun, Yan Thirteen's heart has already died.

Xie Sanshao's strength is not only strong in his swordsmanship, but also stronger in his prestige, everyone seems to think that losing to him is deserved, but winning him is a blasphemy and an offense.

"You, where to go, maybe we can be together."

The crow smiled and spoke, he looked at Ziqin's gaze at this time is also extremely interested, he likes swords, prefers kendo masters, if Ziqin, who broke through in defeat before, has aroused the crow's interest, then now the radiant Ziqin has made the crow feel that he can go along.

"I'm going to pick the seven major factions with a sword, and then from the south to the north, I will challenge all the swordsmen who are famous for their swords one by one, are you with me."

Ziqin laughed, his smile was still extremely gentle, but the crow couldn't laugh anymore, this kind of thing, this kind of madness, who would be interested in anyone except for neurosis.

Crows are not neurotics, and naturally they don't want to do such crazy things.

The old man's eyes were already lit up, as if it was the sun in the dark, he looked at Ziqin, and there was no trace of hiding his meaning.

After a long time, the old man suddenly sighed.

With this sigh, the sun also fell, after all, he was already in the twilight of the West Mountain, if he was ten years younger, when he met someone like Ziqin, maybe Xie Wangsun would not have this reaction.

Ziqin was still talking to the crow, but Yan Thirteen had already left, his heart was dead, and his people were already walking dead even though they were alive, so Yan Thirteen had already walked out.

Ziqin knew that this walk would bring out a swordsman who had no one before and no one who came after.

Ziqin also followed Yan Thirteen out, but when he left, he was the same as Yan Thirteen, but the crow and the old man felt different.

If Yan Shisan's walk is like a walking corpse, then Ziqin's walk is like a rising Xu, the former may bring eternal darkness and dead silence, but the latter is strong enough to tear the world apart.

Eventually, the crow was gone, but the old man was still standing sluggishly in the ancestral hall, looking at the coffin and the sword.

The old man's hand gently brushed the sword, his eyes were extremely sad, but extremely firm, his time had passed, whether it was dark and eternal, or radiant had nothing to do with him.

However, the era of the Sword Villa will never pass, as long as the sword is still there, then there is a story of the Sword Villa in this river and lake.

Outside Xinghua Village, in the woods, Zi ordered a bonfire, and he sat cross-legged by the bonfire, taking stock of the harvest of Xiaoao and the power he could obtain in this world.

It's the same as the original plan, I'll take stock of these after meeting Xie Wangsun, but it's different.

Ziqin originally planned to learn from Xie Wangsun's realm to try to reach a higher realm, but in the end, he found that neither Xie Wangsun's path nor Yan Shisan's path was not suitable for him, and he finally found his own way.

He doesn't need to let go of anything, what he needs is to pick up.

Everything in this world is opposite, there is a letting go, there is naturally picking up, just like life and death, so picking up is also a kind of realm.

Opening the system, countless messages appeared in front of Ziqin's eyes, and he began to open them one by one, first of all, the information in Xiaoao.

"Congratulations on completing the main quest of the world of Xiaoao, killing Dugu and seeking defeat, task reward, thirteen skill points, and the remnant of the Sunflower Treasure Book (obtained, self-assigned reward)."

"Congratulations on clearing the world, you can enter the customs clearance copy, you can postpone your entry, you can not enter, please choose whether to enter?"

"Enter the mood world, the sword of the third young master, automatically strip the basic swordsmanship, can be fused with any swordsmanship in the world to improve the level, find the point cang sword technique, can be integrated, find Xie Sanshao's sword moves, can be integrated, find the thirteen swords of death, can be integrated, find the fourteen swords of death, can be integrated."

"Entering the sword of the third young master, the effect of the True * Yi Jin Sutra is weakened."

"The continuation of the World Mission North Underworld, the internal force accumulation of the task is turned on, prompting, the internal force increase speed in the non-open state has been increased, and it will return to its normal state after it is opened."

After countless messages, Ziqin looked at them one by one, and couldn't help but show a wry smile when he saw the last one.

That world task, he finally knew how to calculate the increase in internal force, and it turned out that it could still be accumulated, but this was not a good thing, which means that no matter if he was in the main world or went to any other world, the internal force of the Northern Underworld would continue to be generated until he exploded.

And what makes Ziqin feel most comfortable is the true * Yi Jin Sutra, although this is an auxiliary martial art, but it is also a martial art, in the past, it is impossible to carry martial arts to other worlds, but this true * Yi Jin Jing can be carried with a weakening effect.

This is a good thing for Ziqin, which means that Ziqin only needs to learn enough so that the martial arts can be stronger.

After taking inventory, Ziqin began to fuse the Cang Sword Technique.

This sect can't be the protagonist most of the time, but this sect's swordsmanship is definitely very famous.

No matter which world the swordsmanship of the Cang Sect is known for its fierceness.

The swordsmanship of the Third Young Master's World Point Cang Sect is particularly ruthless, and Cao Bing's reputation as a ruthless boy comes not only from Cao Bing himself, but also from his swordsmanship.

The sword technique is extremely powerful, without the slightest rotation between shots, but it is also a first-class attack swordsmanship in the world.

Naturally, this sword technique is not as good as the Thirteen Swords.

Ziqin chose to fuse the Cangjian Sect.

Just like from the beginning, learning the Cang Sword Technique bit by bit, Ziqin's mind is constantly tumbling with the various mysteries of the Cang Sword Technique, those sword techniques created in the face of the natural precipitousness of heaven and earth when the mountain reaches the top and the water is at the end.

Every move, every style, has a fierce killing intent.

Ziqin felt over and over again that the bonfire had been slowly extinguished, but the long sword in Ziqin's hand had already been swayed.

The sky was extremely dark, but the sword light illuminated the surroundings, and I don't know how long it had passed, Ziqin stopped the sword, he sat down cross-legged again, and slowly realized the feeling of the sword dance just now.

Then, Ziqin fused the Thirteen Swords, the Fourteen Swords, and Xie Sanshao's Sword again.

These are the strongest swordsmanship in the world, and it takes a lot of time for Ziqin to fuse every time, but by the time the last sword is fused, the sky has begun to shine.

The day is already bright.

Ziqin opened his eyes from the realization, and a faint fierceness flashed in his eyes.

It's just that at this moment, if Yan Shisan and the crow were again, they couldn't help frowning, Ziqin's eyes seemed to be sharper than before, but in fact, his spirit was not as solid as before.

A clever swordsman should never lose his spirit.

"The sword, sure enough, needs the irrigation of blood."

Ziqin shook his head, fusing three sword techniques overnight, but he also felt that his momentum was far from keeping up with the improvement speed of sword techniques.

(To be continued)