Di Xinchen asked about the matter, Di Xinjing squirmed and pinched it, struggled in his heart for a while, and said in the future: "They said that you don't have the blood of the Di family in your body, you are adopted, and you are not qualified to inherit the family business of the Di family, so... So I'm going to kill you on your way to Cloud City Xuanzong or when you come back. ”

"Them?" Jing'er doesn't say it, nine-year-old Di Xinchen can also guess who they are, it can be said that except for his adoptive father Di Fanghai, all the doors and rooms of the Di family clan are unwilling to watch Di Xinchen, a foreign bloodline, receive the huge family property in Di Fanghai's name, in fact, Di Fanghai has long been on guard against this hand, not only did everything possible to make Di Xinchen's name on the family tree of the Di family, but also hired a warrior with a high salary to protect him inch by inch in Ruzhou City, after all, Di Xinchen does not have the blood of the Di family, and between the Di family, there is a lack of compassion that belongs to family affection。

The reason why Di Xinjing can know such a secret thing is that she just overheard it from home, her father Di Fangcheng and the emperor Di Fanglin are brothers of the same mother, Di Fanglin has been staying in Beijing for many years, and most of the trivial matters in the clan are handed over to Di Fangcheng to take care of, Di Xinjing went home to change his clothes and passed through the study, overheard several uncles offering advice to his father, taking advantage of the opportunity for Di Xinchen to go north to participate in the selection of Xuanzong's disciples, and get rid of him on the way. When Di Xinjing heard this, he hurriedly went back to the house and packed up all his private money, left the maid and ran over the courtyard wall to inform Di Xinchen.

"Brother Xinchen, why don't you speak," Di Xinjing was also confused at the moment, on the one hand, she was doting on her father and family, and on the other hand, she helped her clean up the mess every time she got into trouble, and Di Xinchen, who loved her like a brother, she didn't know what to do at a young age, she only knew how to let Di Xinchen escape.

At the same time, in the backyard across the door, the Qin family was holding a plate of early-ripening fruits sold from the Southern Yunfeng Country, and just heard their conversation, and suddenly panicked A plate of fruits fell into the flower garden next to her, and she didn't care about tidying up, so she hurriedly trotted back and hurriedly sent three urgent letters to her husband.

Although Di Xinchen has always been calm and old, but after all, he is not even ten years old, although he is resentful for a while, he is helpless, seeing Jing'er's anxious crying face, he comforted: "Don't worry, the family will not let me go far away." ”

"Then what if Uncle insists on you going?" Jing'er's concern was overflowing.

Yes, this was the result that Di Xinchen was most willing to see before Jing'er came, or his only hope that he could go to Cloud City to participate in the disciple selection, but now, if what Jing'er said was true, his hope would be very likely to be stifled along the way.

"Even so, don't be afraid, have you forgotten who saved us from the swords of those two tigresses today?" In order to reassure Jing'er, Di Xinchen began to talk nonsense again after thinking about it.

"Ahh

"Shhh

Unexpectedly, Jing'er didn't follow, worried that her little heart would be filled with the good news of the day, "Where is he, take me quickly, I want to learn swords from him!"

Di Xinchen knew that she would come to such a sentence, not to mention Jing'er, who has been interested in martial arts since she was a child, even after he saw the black-clothed swordsman Jinghong's sword, he had the idea of apprenticeship, the question is, God knows who he is, why did he save him, and where is it hidden now.

"Look, here it is. Di Xinchen casually pointed to the south, Jing'er happily followed his gesture and looked at it, and suddenly the whole person was stunned, "You lie to me again, isn't that the one-eyed fortune teller." ”

Although Jing'er was frightened at the time, she firmly remembered the appearance of the black-clothed swordsman, who was more than five feet tall and had a divine jade tree in his eyes, no matter how she looked at it, it had nothing to do with this hunched over and one-eyed sloppy fortune teller.

"That's right, I'm just saying that the fortune teller is here, don't you want to hear the story? We don't go to school today, we can listen to it for most of the day!" Di Xinchen said this, and Di Xinjing, who was nervous, really became interested, and was pulled by Di Xinchen so three times and two times, completely forgetting why he came today.

The fortune teller was dressed as usual, and as usual, he saluted Di Xinchen first and called out, "Young Master!" Just as he continued yesterday's story, Di Xinchen suddenly stopped him.

"You have traveled to the north and south, obviously you have also heard about Xuanzong's selection of disciples, my Di family disciple, I will leave Ruzhou and go to Yuncheng Mountain to accept the selection of Yuncheng Xuanzong, I don't know if I can come back to listen to your story in the future. Di Xinchen said and took out a few dozen taels of silver on his body, and picked out a gold ingot from Jing'er's jewelry box, and put it in the fortune teller's hand together, "This money will probably make you comfortable for a few years, today you will tell me and Jing'er more time, let us listen to it once." ”

Di Xinjing also nodded again and again, unfazed by Di Xinchen's gift of her only gold ingot.

The fortune teller touched the gold and silver in his arms, without the slightest expression of joy, but asked in a serious tone: "Young master, have you really decided to go?"

"You know, although I've grown up a little bit and have some opinions and opinions of my own, there are a lot of things that I can't do if I don't want to. ”

The fortune teller nodded slightly, a glimmer of remembrance flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he took a step back from the cloth bag with the gold and silver in his hand, still bowing his waist but raising his head and said: "Today I will tell you another story, tell a story about the sword." ”

Di Xinchen and Di Xinjing nodded excitedly, the momentum of the appearance of the black-clothed swordsman today deeply stimulated them, and any sword-related stories were undoubtedly very suitable for them who still retained a trace of reverie.

"Heavenly Sword Continent, as the name suggests, is a world that respects the sword, speaking of which, first of all, let's explain the sect of sword cultivation, the sect is divided into five grades, from low to high for Huangzong, Xuanzong, Taizong, Jizong and Shenzong, Huangzong is the Jianghu sect that we often mention, only some superficial internal qigong and martial arts, most of the disciples are mixed in the world after learning, what dart guards of the academy of tricks to join the army and even take the crooked way to rob the horse bandits, are all disciples of the Huangzong, we call them warriors. ”

Xinchen was quiet, and the two little heads were connected with melon seeds, listening attentively.

"But only the disciples above Xuanzong are called monks, and they are qualified to practice with a sword, and only then can they have the opportunity to turn their internal qi into vitality, and then they can produce sword qi, melt sword souls, condense sword mang, divide sword hearts, swing sword arrays, gather sword gangs, and even sword qi can break mountains and rivers with a sword!"

The fortune teller spoke first and then sonorously, and the two children listened to it with a heartbeat and blood boiling, and Jing'er couldn't help but ask: "What about Taizong?"

"Whether it is Xuanzong, Taizong, Jizong or even the Divine Sect, the disciples under the sect have the opportunity to cultivate to the sword god realm of breaking mountains and rivers with a sword, but there is only a difference in probability, the difference between the level of the sect is mainly reflected in three aspects, the strong, the exercises and the weapons. A Divine Sect must have at least one Sword God level powerhouse in the sect, a God-level forbidden method, and a God-level sword weapon; while a Extreme Sect needs a Sword Emperor-level powerhouse to sit in charge, and also needs a heaven-level exercise and a heaven-level divine weapon, and so on, Taizong is a sword saint plus a ground-level exercise and a ground-level weapon, and Xuanzong is a sword master plus a Xuan-level skill and a Xuanbing. ”

The two children, who were still in high spirits just now, immediately dizzy, how could they know that the division of a sect is so complicated, it turns out that the exercises and sword weapons also have such a complex division, and they suddenly don't know how much they listened, anyway, their heads are big.

"The level of the exercises determines the speed of your cultivation and the realm of growth, and the strength of the sword represents the level of your lethality and..." ”

"It turns out that it's more of a headache than listening to an old pedant, Brother Xinchen, I don't want to go. Jing'er immediately retreated.

"Jing'er, what is your greatest wish?" Di Xinchen asked with a smile.

"There will be a hail tomorrow!" Jing'er is a very affordable person, how can she let Di Xinchen give her a birthday, thinking that Di Xinchen was smashed by the hail and ran to her house to give her a gift, Jing'er smirked in her heart.

"Fortune teller, will there be hail on Yuncheng Mountain?" Di Xinchen asked, Jing'er's two ears stood up, and her eyes looked at the fortune teller brightly.

"Yuncheng Xuanzong is located in the northwest, and there are four or five months of snow and hail in a year, and there are more than ten days!"

As soon as the fortune teller finished speaking, Jing'er immediately jumped up and shouted loudly: "I'm going, I'm going!"