Li Qing also knew what he was like, and when he heard it, he sighed, "We are a small martial arts sect, and we don't have great skills. If you want to serve the country, you don't have the ability to assassinate the generals of Zheng Guo, so you can't do anything, you can only sit and watch the situation change. Although he was disheartened, he couldn't do anything to endanger the Wei State. Today, Chen Fuhao asked someone to say that the sect owed him a lot of kindness, but he couldn't agree to help him in his trouble. Some disciples in the sect were very dissatisfied, thinking that the sect was a little pedantic. What does Li Shaoxia think?"

"It's not pedantic, it's stupid. I think that such a country is benevolent to the people if Zheng Guo occupies it as soon as possible. Faithfulness is a curse to the innocent. ”

Li Yijian's casual words touched Li Qing and unconsciously fell into self-reflection...... Li Yijian saw that she was distracted and thought she was thinking about something important, so he said, "Don't disturb the sect master, I'll go to visit Wang Daxia in the pastoral residence and ask for advice on swordsmanship." ”

Li Qing hurriedly got up to see him off, and when he saw him walking away, he couldn't help but sigh to himself.

Wang Daxia is only in his thirties, and he is not famous in the remote city, but Li Qing's father has always respected him very much when he was alive. Li Yijian is very close to Wang Daxia, and he always visits after meeting once.

The friendship between men, Li Qing knew that it was inconvenient to accompany him, and seeing that Li Yijian was in a very good mood every time he came back, he let him go.

When Li Yijian rode to the countryside, he saw Wang Daxia sitting outside the house.

It was winter, and although the snow was not heavy on this day, it was still cold and sporadic falling from the sky.

The men sitting in the courtyard were covered with a layer of snow, and their long hair was not tied up like an ordinary person, but was casually draped, straight over the stone bench under the seat, and it was like touching the ice and snow.

The man was in his early thirties, but he looked to be in his twenties, with a delicate and quiet face and a calm expression.

In snowy weather, he was not in the house to bake the fire, but he was frozen in the courtyard.

Li Yijian clenched his fists in greeting, swung his sword on the snow-covered stone table, and sat down uninvited. Since fighting Wu Fei, Li Yijian has thought hard and found that his own sword is nothing commendable except for being fast. has always relied on light skills and skill, and the opponents he encounters can be defeated and killed.

When the Shenwu was defeated, he was not too hit, because a god like Beijun was rare in the world, and he had nine lives and divine skills. However, after losing to Wu Fei, he realized that if he encountered an enemy who was more skilled than him, his sword would be of no use at all, and no matter how fast he struck, he would not be able to get close.

Knowing Li Qing in the remote city, and coincidentally getting acquainted with this Wang Daxia, Li Yijian felt the profound cultivation hidden under Wang Daxia's silence when they met, and felt the breath of the sword that could not be concretized in words. Immediately worship as a superior person, and often come to ask for advice.

"Senior, I comprehended a few tricks last night, and I asked my seniors for advice. ”

"I have said that if in doubt, I will not hide what I know. However, how can I instruct you even though I am still practicing? The martial arts of the Poison Dragon Swordsman are unique, and they are not the same as what I have practiced, and they cannot instruct you at all. Wang Daxia's response was bland, his words seemed like shirk, but his tone was not like shirk.

"Okay, then ask the seniors to take a look at these tricks, and then talk about ideas!"

Li Yijian picked up the sword on the table and used it in the courtyard.

The scattered snow fell, the sword light flickered, and the snowflakes within a zhang around Li Yijian were all cut into four pieces by his long sword. In a moment, the sword qi flew vertically and horizontally, and the courtyard was full of black light, like a demon and a demon.

Li Yijian put his sword into the sheath and asked with anticipation: "What do you think of these tricks, can you restrain the master of the inner family who is light and skillful?"

"The sword of assassination is forced to be cultivated as the sword of duel, and if it is not sharp, it will not be powerful. ”

Li Yijian actually knew that these tricks were inappropriate, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Please take the seniors as apprentices and teach the duel sword!"

"I can't take you as a disciple. ”

Wang Daxia was indifferent to his kneeling salute and responded coldly.

Li Yijian was puzzled and said, "Could it be that the seniors look down on the qualifications of the subordinates?"

"You're very rare. ”

"Why is that?"

"I don't hide it, and I advise you to die of this heart, and my martial arts will never be passed on to the degenerate. ”

Li Yijian's eyes widened, and he looked Wang Daxia up and down in disbelief, and muttered, "Seniors are ...... in the Immortal Divine Soul?" For a while, his heart was like ashes, knowing that the people in the Immortal Soul were all stubborn, and they regarded the degenerate as aliens from their hearts, and no matter how much he pleaded, it was absolutely impossible for the person in front of him to change his attitude.

Wang Daxia looked at the despair on Li Yijian's face, and two points of pity gradually added to his calm eyes.

"The martial arts of the Poison Dragon Swordsman are unique in the world, why do you abandon it and ask for it?"

"The swordsmanship to be learned in the next place is not for plotting and killing, but the sword path to be able to stand in the Shenwu Ring and win the martial arts!" Li Yijian was adopted by the Poison Dragon Swordsman since he was a child, and he never heard the master talk about much of the past, and he didn't know that the Poison Dragon Swordsman's martial arts were first-class assassination. At this moment, thinking of this hard-working martial arts is contrary to his dream, he is sad and desperate. Suddenly, he had an idea, kowtowed and asked, "Please guide me, and I am willing to become an immortal soul in the future!"

"Let it be, the name of the immortal soul in order to learn martial arts is not a person in my Dao. ”

Li Yijian was anxious and helpless for a while.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the courtyard, and it soon stopped outside the courtyard gate.

I saw a thin man leading a group of men and women with disheveled hair and shabby clothes to walk in, and in an instant filled most of the yard.

"Go back. ”

Li Yijian got up helplessly, clasped his fists at the group of people, and said goodbye and left.

After he left, Wang Daxia looked at Chen Shuiyu with an unkind face and asked, "What are you doing here!"

"Please come out of the mountain. "The person who came was Chen Shui, and all the people who came with him were immortal souls.

"Hmph!" Wang Daxia snorted disdainfully. "Although you have done a lot of things over the years, and you have never lived luxuriously, it is true that you have completely lost your soul will, but it does not mean that I am willing to be with you. ”

"I have come for the kingdom of the will of the Divine Soul, for the magnification of the will of the Divine Soul, and for the people of the world to be able to see a clear direction for realizing the will of the Divine Soul. ”

"Oh? Wang Daxia put away his expulsion slightly, listened to Chen Shui's explanation, and at the end, fell into deep thought.

Chen Shui said, seeing that he couldn't decide for a while, he said goodbye, "The will of the Divine Soul needs the power of you, the Sword Saint in the Immortal Soul, and the instructions of the Divine Soul Great Immortal need to be practiced, and this qualified leader has appeared now, how to decide that we can't force you, but I believe that the same heart and the same belief we have will definitely make you make the same decision as us." ”

Chen Shui and his entourage left for a long time before Wang Daxia came back to his senses from his contemplation. He gently pressed on the stone table, and the next moment, when the cold wind blew, the stone table flew up powdered particles, which drifted more and more with the wind, and the stone table gradually became out of shape with the dust flying away. It turned out that he shattered the stone table with a light palm, and in a moment the entire stone table turned into powder and drifted away in the wind.

(To be continued)