Su Qingye never knew that she had such an aunt.

He only knew that his aunt was from Yincheng, and his father said that his aunt had great skills, so let him learn more from his aunt, and his aunt would guide him to practice. Guiding him to cultivate? Su Qingye was a little unimpressed, he hadn't even completed half of the cultivation plan arranged for him by his master so far. Compared to Hua Xiaoyun and Zhou Wen, who went to the dojo together, his progress was already slow.

Hua Xiaoyun is a water cultivator, and her home is next door to Yunling City, so she will come over two days a week. Su Qingye felt that Hua Xiaoyun was the smartest of the three, and he had a bad stomach.

Zhou Wen is a stuffy gourd, and his cultivation is Jin Yuanli, and he asked the master that the sword can increase proficiency without leaving his hand, and this guy even sleeps holding the broken sword.

He was the worst of the three, because he was cultivating the Earth Yuan Force.

In these years, the earth and fire are difficult brothers, if it weren't for their own family background, they wouldn't be able to live. Among the three, his cultivation progress was the slowest, which was where he was most depressed.

It was rare for anyone to listen to him complain, and he poured it out.

Huaijun heard a little strangely: "Your master only teaches swords, so how do you three cultivate? Do you practice the same kind of swordsmanship?"

"Of course it's different, our Yuan Force is different. Su Qingye said as a matter of course: "I practice the sand puppet sword, Zhou Wen cultivates the heavy sword, and Hua Xiaoyun cultivates the Yunxia sword." ”

Huaijun was taken aback: "Three inheritances?"

Su Qingye shook his head: "The master said that it is not an inheritance, but a cultivation plan." ”

Huaijun breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said in his heart that he also liked to think too much. Although swordsmanship has gradually become popular in the past two years, and more and more people are learning it, there are still not many inheritances that can be named.

Su Qingye continued: "Master said, we are still young, so let's lay a good foundation first. When we have a solid foundation, we will be able to create our own swordsmanship inheritance. ”

Speaking of this, Su Qingye's eyes couldn't help but show a look of longing.

Huaijun couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Create your own sword art inheritance, is the inheritance so easy to create yourself, it's just nonsense!"

Su Qingye was unhappy: "Who are you talking about?"

"Isn't it?" Huaijun disagreed: "The current inheritance." Which one didn't go through several generations of continuous improvement before it finally took shape? Zhangkou is self-created inheritance, thinking who is it? Forget it, I originally thought it was a strange person, but when I look at it this way, it is a person who only knows how to boast and boast, and there is no need to go. Let's go, let's go back. ”

"You go back by yourself, I'm going to the dojo. Su Qingye was extremely angry in her heart, but her father told her to listen to her aunt. He said with a cold face.

"There is no need to go to such a dojo. Huaijun said patiently: "You are still young, you have never seen the outside world, you have not seen a real master, and you will believe it when you are coaxed by others." It is much better to follow my aunt and cultivate well than to be a deceitful master. ”

Su Qingye couldn't bear it: "I won't learn from you if I kill me!"

Dropping this sentence, Su Qing ran away without looking back at night.

Huaijun was impatient and impatient, and saw that Su Qing was stubborn at night. I just don't bother to take care of it. Although he promised Su Qingye's father to teach him skills, Su Qingye himself was unwilling, and she was still happy.

She took care of Ningcheng by herself, and bought five [see you later] yesterday. It also made her a little more interested in the border town.

Ten [See you later] had been boxed by her and sent to Yincheng with the caravan, and she also helped people buy them on her behalf. [See you later] is also the first time she has heard of such a strange name, it is said that it is only popular in a small circle, and Yincheng is often out of stock. It's hard to buy. A nobleman also heard that she was coming to Ningcheng, and specifically asked her to help buy a few.

Entrusted by the nobles, she did not dare to slack off. On the first day I came to Ningcheng, I went to the store to look for it.

Seeing that the caravans were so busy, she thought that she might be able to find something good. Moreover, if you want to stay in Ningcheng for a long time, it is also necessary to be familiar with the environment.

Yincheng and Ningcheng are two cities at the end of the Silver Mist River, but they have completely different customs and customs. She had a wealth of experience, traveled many places, saw many cities withering, and the impact of the three-year war was far-reaching. At a time when there was a desolate and depressed scene everywhere, she was also very cheerful when she saw such a thriving and vibrant city.

Suddenly, she noticed a group of people in front of her, a group of teenagers surrounding a dignified and feminine woman.

They also came.

She was slightly startled in her heart, and hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to be in a hurry, and passed by them.

“...... I didn't expect to meet the Evil Treasure, what a luck!"

"Yes, fortunately, the eldest sister wants to see the fishing treasure, otherwise she will miss out on the treasure!"

"The level of that king is not empty-handed is really ......"

The conversation and laughter of a group of people drilled into Huaijun's ears, and the word "Shabao" caught her attention. Before she could regain her senses, the group vanished.

When Su Qingye, who was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, rushed to the dojo at night, he heard the shouting sound coming from inside, and his anger suddenly disappeared.

He had spent almost three years of cultivation like this, and almost all of them had become a part of his life. All the anger and distractions vanished, and his mind was full of - Zhou Wen arrived before himself!

He was a little upset.

Walking into the dojo, his gaze was drawn to a thin figure. Zhou Wen was the worst of the three of them, his parents were dead, he was an orphan, and he couldn't afford to pay the tuition, so he had to sell himself to his master for ten years.

The Master is still too kind-hearted.

Su Qingye was born in a merchant family, and knew that in the troubled times, orphans like this who had nothing were everywhere. Zhou Wen is very withdrawn, difficult to get along with, and he is desperately cultivating every day, and he has always regarded others as air.

Su Qingye was unhappy that this guy was harder than him, and not at all. However, Zhou Wen's foundation is too poor, but he is the weakest of the three. The strongest is Hua Xiaoyun, whose grandmother is said to have served in the Yunni Ministry, but was later injured and retired.

"Good morning!"

Loulan's cheerful voice made Su Qingye's mood brighter, and he said hesitantly: "Good morning, Loulan!"

The three of them all like Loulan very much, and Su Qingye especially likes it, he is a soil cultivator, and his preference for sand puppets is simply instinctive.

Su Qingye asked, "Is the master here?" ”

"He's resting. Lou Lan said: "Qing night, your cultivation plan has been completed by fifty-four percent, and you have to work hard today!"

I don't know why, Su Qingye suddenly thought of her aunt's words, and couldn't help asking: "Loulan, is it difficult to create your own inheritance?"

"Yes, early night. Loulan nodded: "The creation of any kind of inheritance requires profound accumulation and the flash of talent. ”

Su Qingye was puzzled: "Then why did the master say that we should create our own inheritance in the future?"

"Because it's hard, don't we do it?" Loulan asked rhetorically, "We do something, not because it's our goal, but because it's easy?" ”

Su Qingye's face suddenly turned red.

Snort, a sneer sounded from the side, Zhou Wen stopped, stood with his sword in his hands, looked disdainful, and coldly spit out two words from his mouth: "Coward!"

Su Qingye was furious: "The surname is Zhou, are you looking for a beating?"

Zhou Wen's face was expressionless: "Don't cry and find your mother later." ”

"Oh, it seems that today's cultivation plan can be changed to a real combat confrontation. Loulan's eyes smiled like two crescents: "What do you think?"

"Good!" the two said in unison, but they didn't like each other.

"Where's the sand puppet in the early night?" Loulan asked.

Su Qingye was a little frustrated: "It was ruined yesterday." ”

"There are no sand puppets in the early night, for the sake of fairness, we will choose the sand for that venue, how about replacing Xiao Han's sword with a light and soft sword?" Lou Lan asked the two.

"No problem!" Su Qingye said loudly, his mind spinning quickly, calculating the pros and cons. Although there is no sand puppet, his strength has been greatly reduced, but the sand is conducive to his performance. And Zhou Wen usually practices heavy swords, and the light and soft sword guy definitely doesn't take advantage of it, which is also a place that can be used.

Zhou Wen spit out a word: "Okay." ”

Seeing that both of them agreed, Loulan's eyes were even more crooked: "Our confrontation this time will be counted as a result." ”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two suddenly became cautious.

Confrontation results, in their performance, account for a large weight, directly related to their final performance. If you perform well, you can get the master to open a small stove, you can get Loulan's sparring confrontation, and you can let the master tailor the equipment.

Zhou Wen's heavy sword was his reward.

"Let's go!"

The two figures collided suddenly.

The group walked through the alley, and a guy dressed in the costume of the Yongsheng Chamber of Commerce led the way.

Walking to the door of the dojo, the man said respectfully: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Wang Han's dojo. ”

"I'm tired. Fu Renxuan gave the reward, and the man left happily.

A group of people looked at the shabby-looking dojo, the door of the dojo was open, and there were shouts inside, but it sounded like there were few people.

"Sword Cultivation Dojo. ”

Fu Yonghao looked at the wooden sign, read it out loud, and immediately frowned: "This is a dojo? It's too shabby, right, just take a broken warehouse, hang a sign and open a dojo?"

Yesterday, I found the person in charge of the Chamber of Commerce, learned about Wang Han's situation, and learned that he also opened a dojo, and everyone was interested in coming and seeing. After all, Wang Han's performance on the Silver Mist River yesterday was really amazing.

When everyone rushed to Wang Han's dojo, they were immediately disappointed when they saw such a shabby scene.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the woman's eyes, but she quickly returned to normal, and said with a smile: "It's all here, you have to go in and have a look." ”

With that, he took the lead towards the gate, and when the others saw this, they had no choice but to follow behind.

Walking into the dojo, I saw two teenagers fighting fiercely, with a sand puppet on the side. The sand puppet glanced at them and did not speak, but continued to look at the two students.

There are only two students......

Fu Yonghao had a speechless expression on his face, this was the most broken dojo he had ever seen and had the fewest students. Think of the Longxing Dojo in Yincheng, gorgeous and majestic, like a small city.

The woman's gaze fell on the two students.

As if they hadn't seen them, the two students were unaffected and devoted themselves to fierce confrontation.

After looking at it for a while, the woman couldn't help but sigh softly. (To be continued.) )