Autumn is strong, the golden ears of wheat in the fields are naturally eye-catching, and the cool autumn wind wafting from the depths of the mountains in the extreme north of the North Sea, I don't know if it is an illusion, I always feel that there is the moisture of the North Sea water, very comfortable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Some of the old farmers were harvesting crops such as rice and corn, and this year's harvest was very good, probably the best in the past few years, except for some taxes to be paid to the city lord, and the rest was enough for them to survive the winter and leave a lot of money for silver.

There were geese flying in the sky, and a young man riding a bull on the official road.

The young man carried a wooden sword on his waist, the blade of the wooden sword was very blunt, and it was not lethal just by looking at it, and in addition to that, there was a long strip that looked like a sword that was wrapped in cloth, and hung on the horns of the old green ox with a rope, and dangled with the old green ox's steps.

The young man's face was very handsome and delicate, in his own words, a proper little white face potential, but it was obvious that he did not feel embarrassed by these words, and was vaguely complacent.

Probably in his opinion, the so-called handsome appearance that the suave man should have is like this.

Li Molan came to the north gate of Xunyang City, and did not take away the Beihai Dragon Elephant wrapped in cloth and hung on the horns of the ox, but jumped down with an ordinary wooden sword, and then the old green cow turned around and left, probably waiting for him at the south gate of the city when he left the city.

The wooden sword on his body is what he has used to practice swords for three years, although it is just a very ordinary wooden sword, but the material is the heart of a thousand-year-old wood, and it was cut to him by an old guy himself, how to say that it is also emotional, not to mention how many beasts and monsters this hard as iron wooden sword has accompanied him in the past three years, just the reason why the dry wine poem was made by himself is enough for him to cherish.

Three years ago, on the cliff on the coast of the North Sea, the first year's cultivation was a complete polishing foundation, cultivating true qi, the old sword immortal said that he was an innate spirit body, and it was not just a word that could be seen in any ancient book and scripture, anyway, it was the meaning of his outstanding talent, Li Molan also practiced peacefully and steadily, although he was unwilling to endure hardships, but he also had to eat, after all, this kind of hardship could not be saved, lazy as he was, and he also knew the truth of hard work and harvest.

The second year is mainly to hone his combat experience, and he fights the withered old man head-on or something, I have to say that his comprehension is so terrifying, far beyond the expectations of the old sword immortal, it is worthy of being an outstanding talent that is seen once in a thousand years.

As for the third year, it was mainly to observe those swordsmanship, and Kujiu Shi listed the swordsmanship he knew by category and asked Li Molan to learn it, so in order to understand these swordsmanship with its own merits, he watched it for a year and a half before he mastered it slightly.

Martial arts, now Li Molan has completely entered the hall, the so-called peak, is the limit of mortal martial arts in the real sense, and then back to the basics, it is a kind of realm involving the simplicity of the avenue, and it is also a realm of martial arts and martial arts, martial arts and Taoism are integrated with each other, as for the later martial arts, it is the real sense of martial arts integration, you can spy on the end of the avenue, these things are mysterious and mysterious, and it is not easy to understand, Li Molan feels that this thing is too much of a headache, and she doesn't want to think about it, just practice like this。

If he only used the wooden sword to resist the enemy, with the quality of this thousand-year-old wooden sword, he could withstand his true qi, Li Molan guessed that he was about the same as dealing with the ordinary three realms, and if he encountered a more powerful gifted cultivator, he might be evenly divided, and if he was holding the North Sea Dragon Elephant that was in line with his heart, it might not be a problem to deal with the dragon eye realm.

It's just that he has only just reached the peak, and it is too long before he returns to the basics, and now he doesn't have much to think about in terms of cultivation.

Because the three words of Qingcheng faction are enough to attract all his mind.

Xunyang City has not changed much from three and a half years ago, and it is still not even a soil embryo wall to erect a wall, Li Molan walked with a sword and walked into Xunyang City, this time those soldiers guarding the door did not stop him and let him hand over the sword, it is estimated that he really looks down on this wooden sword.

The autumn sun shines on the ground, like a golden carpet paving the road, and there are market vendors and shops on the left and right, as well as leisure old people wandering around, enjoying this leisurely afternoon.

The Qingcheng faction was not in Xunyang City, Li Molan asked a few older people for a little inquiry, and learned some information about the Qingcheng faction.

After all, the Qingcheng faction has been a local snake in a remote and small place like Xunyang City for so many years, and the old people in the city are naturally very familiar with it, not to mention its location, but the names of some powerful people in it, they are all familiar with it.

Li Molan smiled and thanked him, just like many young men these old men had seen in his life, he wanted to worship the Qingcheng faction and become a cultivator, transcendent from the world, but after a few years, he was either exposed to the wilderness, or became a member of those tiger and wolf immortals.

But the old men did not persuade them.

Because for mortals, any possibility of entering the sect of cultivation is an incomparable opportunity, and it may even be a blessing from the ancestors.

The young man left the chattering old man and the old woman, walked down an alley, and then crossed a street to the front of a small inn. It's getting late today, and it's not suitable for many things, so Li Molan, who doesn't have much left, decided to stay here for another night, and drink some wine and eat some meat by the way.

The reason why he used "stay for another night" is because on that night three years ago, he also stayed in this small inn for one night, and met a wonderful person named He Xingge, and learned a lot about cultivation.

After three years, the boss is still the boss, and the cold picture has not changed at all, and the boy is very suspicious of how this small inn has been supported in the past three years.

The boss has naturally forgotten the old-fashioned teenager who stayed alone in the inn three years ago, and now when he sees him again, he doesn't react much, but the shopkeeper warmly comes up to greet him and asks the guest officer what he needs.

"One room, I stayed one night. Li Molan said calmly, "By the way, let's have some rice wine and some cooked beef." ”

He hadn't eaten this combination for a long time, and he couldn't help but miss it a little.

"Okay!" said the shopkeeper enthusiastically.

Li Molan will not reward some broken silver or something because he is very enthusiastic, he is poor, and the coil on his body is only two hundred taels, this trip has solved the problem of his henchmen, and it is thousands of miles to travel again, and the amount of two hundred taels of silver seems to be not small, and it is not enough for him to spend at all.

didn't get a tip, and Xiao Er was not disappointed, he didn't expect this young man to have the same spare money as those high rollers, just because he had no guests for a long time, and his excessive enthusiasm needed to be vented.

The sky is getting dark, and it is already night when the wine and meat come up, although Li Molan did wait for a while, he didn't mind, the empty inn had no guests as it did back then, and the picture of the moon and stars was sparse, but it was easy to make people sigh.

The old boy poured the rice wine into the bowl, but it was no longer a sip, but a small sip, it felt good, the taste was very spicy, and it was like a flame rising in the stomach.

Li Molan is not ready to kill people with a sword on a moonlit night, but he does want to cut people, and he is naturally a little nervous about cutting people for the first time in his life, so he needs to drink, and he is drunk to strengthen people's courage, it is difficult to maintain a hatred for a long time in three years, and the years can dilute everything, including emotions, but this is not so much hatred as a kind of obsession, an obsession that will not stop until the Qingcheng faction is completely slaughtered.

Through drunkenness, the young man's eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, the girl who was wearing a big red dress and looking at him from afar with a sword.

At that time, Tang Xi smiled like a flower, just like a mountain flower red over fire.

Just like the fiery red kapok.

His drunkenness seemed to be gone suddenly, but it seemed to be even more drunk.

"Sister Tang Xi. Li Molan's mouth muttered these three words.

Then drink the wine from the bowl in one gulp.