There was a drizzle in the night sky, and Ma Liming carried the food box, walked out of the gate of the Wenjian Hall, and came to the temporary grass house.

He placed the food box in front of a gray-clothed young man and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, the young hall master is already on his way back. ”

With his long wet hair hiding a thin face, the young man slowly raised his eyes, nodded in an almost imperceptible arc, and closed his eyes again.

Ma Liming didn't mind, but smiled happily, and when he left, he was carrying the food box sent at noon.

Not surprisingly, just like two days ago, all the food boxes were never opened.

Inside the gate, in front of a second-floor window, the nobles of the General Association of Alchemists stood by the window, looking towards the grass house.

Zhang Yuanyi, the deputy envoy of the General Guild Mission, couldn't help but mutter: "This sword cultivator's shelf is also too big, and this person who asks the sword hall has no eyes at all, they are distinguished guests, aren't we distinguished guests?"

On the night of the iron flower, Zhang Yuanyi and Ye Changsheng had a quarrel, and they were humiliated by An Shi to ask the sword hall, and spent half the night in the carriage at the gate.

Coincidentally, the place where the carriage stopped at that time happened to be the location of the grass house.

They were snubbed by Ye Changsheng for three days, and when they saw that the people of the Sword Hall were so polite to a down-and-out sword cultivator, how could Zhang Yuanyi have no opinion?

Zhang Yuanyi's words resonated with several officials, and several people nodded in agreement, showing dissatisfaction.

They are members of the General Guild, and their level is not low, and they enjoy top-level treatment wherever they go.

But in Wenjiantang, they seemed to be ignored, except for the party that hit the iron flower that night, the next few days were really not good.

The Lord An Zhisu smiled indifferently and said slowly: "It's right that you have opinions, but from the perspective of asking the Sword Hall, there is nothing wrong with their approach. ”

Sword cultivators, an ancient and awesome group in the Tianxuan Continent.

Sword cultivators practice the way of the sword, and the belief of the sword cultivator is the sword.

Some people have worshiped the Buddha all their lives, and they may not know exactly what they are worshipping until they die, but sword cultivators know very well what they want from the moment they worship the sword.

Compared to those who participate in Buddhism, they are more religious and pure.

Because of piety, so a hundred deaths without regrets, because pure, so powerful!

Even if a sword cultivator becomes a killer and falls into the path of demons, in the eyes of the world, it is also an evil nobility.

All those who use swords can be called swordsmen, but sword cultivators are the real swordsmen.

Only a sword that is recognized by a true swordsman is a real sword!

In the past nine years, there has never been a real swordsman who has visited the Sword Hall and the earlier Sword Casting Hall.

The youth in the grass house was the first.

This is definitely a recognition and even an honor for the swordsmiths of the Sword Hall.

In their minds, the recognition of a true swordsman may be more meaningful than the sky-high orders brought to them by the Alchemist Guild.

The swordsmith longs to cast the sword in the hands of the sword cultivator, shining through the ages and writing a legend.

Sword cultivators, eager to get a sword from the swordsmith that will accompany you for the rest of your life until death.

Sword cultivators and swordsmiths are the people who know the most about swords in the world.

In the darkness, An Zhisu's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he continued: "That young man did not step into the door of the Wenjian Hall, it was a sign of respect for the master to go out, and Ma Liming sent someone to build a grass house for the young man, which was also a sign of respect for the distinguished guests, and the reason why they did this was because they recognized each other's identities. ”

Listening to Master An's deep voice, everyone couldn't help but be leisurely fascinated, and their cheeks were faintly hot.

They have been in high positions for too long, and they are used to the utilitarianism of reality, and they are also used to sneering at some legendary existences.

However, this scene really happened in front of their eyes, and they couldn't help but believe it.

The young man had been sitting cross-legged for three days, and his restrained aura and unfluctuating mood all showed that he was a powerful swordsman.

And Ma Liminggui is the chief manager of the Wenjian Hall, and his status is second only to Ye Changsheng, even they dare not slack off, but they play the role of a small servant, personally delivering food and water to the young man, and he is never tired of it.

Fang Daqi, who was standing in the back, asked curiously: "Master An, a swordsman, can he really cultivate a sword spirit with a trial-level long sword?"

Everyone looked at An Zhisu, who was selected as an apprentice in their early years because of their outstanding talents, and then followed the teacher to practice, and finally achieved a breakthrough and promotion, which is the so-called academic school.

There is no need for people in the academy to fight with others, so naturally they have less experience in traveling.

They rarely even encounter sword cultivators, let alone comprehend the sword cultivated by sword cultivators.

An Zhisu smiled, but did not speak, full of wise eyes, looking at the young swordsman who was cultivating in the grass house.

Everyone waited for a while, and when they saw that Master An didn't speak, they couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

However, when they found An Shi's meaningful smile and eyes, they suddenly thought of something, and their hearts were shocked.

Could it be that that young man's sword is a trial-level long sword, and it has cultivated a sword spirit?!

Everyone looked intently, but in the darkness, they could only see through the heavy rain curtain that the sword was placed across the young man's legs, revealing only a slender silhouette.

In the grass, the young man's lowered eyes moved, and a trace of impatience appeared on his indifferent face.

With a snort, the rain line that fell from the grass began to change its trajectory, crisscrossing and crisscrossing it.

In the blink of an eye, a dense water curtain formed, blocking everyone's sight.

Fang Daqi and the others couldn't help but be dumbfounded, this kind of strength can be regarded as a master in the capital!

An Zhisu smiled, retracted his gaze, and said to everyone: "No one likes to be spied on, don't provoke him!"

Everyone nodded in their hearts.

Zhang Yuanyi suddenly said: "Ye Changsheng is back!"

Outside the Sword Gate, a carriage stopped, Ye Changsheng jumped out of the carriage and strode towards the grass house.

At the thought of meeting the first swordsman he met in this life, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but be a little excited, and a little nervous.

In the world of swordsmiths, how can there be no sword cultivators, no real swordsmen?

If so, how sad should this swordsmith be?

The water curtain of the grass house dispersed, and the young man slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

When he looked at the young white-haired boy in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but flash with surprise, he was so young?

When he saw the sword hanging from Ye Changsheng's waist, he couldn't help but lose his mind a little, and only looked away for a moment.

Ye Changsheng stepped forward and bowed his head: "Ask the young hall master of the Sword Hall, Ye Changsheng." ”

The young man held his sword in both hands: "Swordsman, Qin Feng." ”