Outside the pavilion.

The side of the ancient road.

The grass is not even in the sky.

......

Luo Ning rode on a yellow horse, surrounded by the ancient road and the long pavilion.

I don't know who built it, and I don't know what year it was built, and there are faint traces of erosion of time on it.

On the carriage beside him, Yin Ziqing sat in the carriage and held the sword that Yin Hongdie gave him.

Hands trembling uncontrollably.

He raised his head and asked Luo Ning, "Brother Immortal, when will I be able to truly learn the sword?"

Luo Ning replied, "It's called Master." ”

"Immortals... Brother. ”

Luo Ning sighed helplessly, looking at Yin Ziqing's slightly trembling hands, it has been a day since he came out of the Fengwei camp, and Yin Ziqing has been practicing sword raising for a day.

But until this point, his hands were still shaking.

But even so, he never gave up, and he didn't have a moment of laziness.

This kind of spirit of his, even if Luo Ning saw it, he couldn't help but be slightly shocked.

But spirit is not directly proportional to talent, if you compare him with Li Fengliang, there are two extremes of extreme contrast between the two.

Luo Ning looked at him and said, "When, when the sword in your hand stops shaking, you can start learning." ”

Yin Ziqing sat on the bumpy carriage, his eyes were full of seriousness, but there was incomparable firmness in this serious look.

He may be a bit stupid, but this is the most obvious difference between a fool and a smart person.

He doesn't know how to be lazy, and he doesn't know how to be lazy.

Luo Ning asked him to raise his sword, and he raised his sword, even though his hands and shoulders were extremely sore, but he was still holding his sword.

It wasn't until the sky gradually darkened that Luo Ning's words came, "Put it down." ”

Yin Ziqing let out a long breath, and then the sword hung down weakly.

Luo Ning frowned, "In the future, remember that every time I finish practicing the sword, I will insert the sword back." ”

"Why?"

Luo Ning thought for a while and said, "This is the rule, the rule of those who use the sword." ”

Yin Ziqing was still very obedient, he took off the scabbard and inserted the long sword into the scabbard with great care.

He asked cautiously, "Brother Immortal, are you hungry?"

Luo Ning glanced at his carriage, "I don't like meat, I eat my own dry food." ”

Yin Ziqing walked to the side of the carriage, took out the jerky and kettle that Yin Hongdie had prepared for him, and began to eat dinner.

Luo Ning took out a few dried flatbreads from the package behind him and took a few bites.

In the distance, the aroma of jerky reached his nose.

Luo Ning frowned slightly, thinking that he still had this cake with him when he left the Sword Abyss.

Yin Ziqing walked over, holding a strip of jerky in his hand, "Brother Fairy, the mutton jerky is delicious." ”

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment, then took the jerky from his hand.

He took a bite hard, and then immediately understood what a lie this Qin Boyi had made up for himself when he said that his pancakes were delicious at the Thirteenth Mountain Gate that day.

Yin Ziqing asked cautiously, "Brother Fairy, is it delicious?"

Luo Ning snorted, "It's so fragrant." ”

......

It wasn't until the two of them finished eating that the moon had gradually risen.

The moonlight shone on the plain, and there was not a howl or two of wild wolves in the distance.

Not far from the two of them, there is a tree,

Yin Ziqing took down a set of mats from the carriage, spread them on the ground, looked at Luo Ning and said, "Brother Fairy, the two of us are going to sleep here tonight." ”

Luo Ning glanced up at the bright moon in the sky, and said lightly, "I sleep, you can't sleep yet." ”

Yin Ziqing was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why don't I sleep?"

Luo Ning looked at the tree and said, "Go cut down the tree." ”

Yin Ziqing didn't understand, "Fairy brother, don't you want to make a fire in the cold?"

Luo Ning turned around and lay down on the mat, turned his back, and an unmistakable voice came, "Take your sword, go cut down the tree, and cut a thousand times tonight." ”

Yin Ziqing just felt that he didn't understand, but he couldn't help but listen to what Luo Ning said.

He turned to draw his sword, and the sound of chopping trees continued to be heard over the wasteland.

I don't know how long it took, but Luo Ning listened to this voice a thousand times.

Yin Ziqing's wheezing gradually stopped.

Although the autumn nights were extremely cold, he still sweated profusely.

He looked up, and the moon in the sky had risen to the middle of the night.

Yin Ziqing lightly picked up a bundle of mats from the car and spread them on the ground.

He was very tired during the day, and at night he cut down a tree a thousand times, and as soon as he lay down, he fell into a deep sleep.

The cold air of this autumn could not disturb his sleep, and there was a layer of spiritual power around Luo Ning's body that faintly protected his body to isolate the cold outside.

I don't know how long I slept this night.

Luo Ning opened his eyes, and then saw the morning sun.

He stood up and walked to the tree, which had been cut down by Yin Ziqing and was a mess.

But Luo Ning was still very keen to distinguish the Dao Dao sword marks hidden in them.

He gently touched this sword mark with his hand, as if he had returned to the sword abyss and turned into the miscellaneous boy chopping wood again.

......

Then Yin Ziqing also woke up.

The two finished their breakfast and hit the road again.

It's a new day, and we're going to start raising our swords again.

It's a new day, and we're going to start cutting down trees again.

Luo Ning had no other instructions, and Yin Ziqing had no other questions.

Luo Ning said in his heart that it was too easy to learn the sword with a fool.

......

The third day was the same.

But as dusk approached, something went wrong.

This question does not come from Yin Ziqing, but from a person.

The man was impartial and stood right in front of the carriage.

The yellow huss screamed a few times, as if he wanted to raise his hooves to kick the man, but the man's eyes were unusually calm, without the slightest wave.

He had a knife in his hand.

The knife was new, with a cold glow on it.

The cold light is like a wash.

Ronin reined in his horse.

Yin Ziqing's carriage also stopped.

The man looked at Luo Ning and said, "The request given by my princess is to let him go to Nanjun alone. ”

Luo Ning replied calmly, "I'm just a servant. ”

The man said coldly, "Is it a servant or a bodyguard?"

Luo Ning thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe there will be." ”

The man let out a sigh, then the long knife in his hand flipped slightly, and he said very seriously, "Then do you know who I am now?"

Luo Ning looked up and down, and then suddenly smiled.

"How do I know that you are dressed like this, only when you are a pig killer?"

The man ignored Luo Ning's taunt, and he said calmly, "You have to go through a lot of trouble to go to Nanjun, and I am one of your troubles. ”