Before Aotian stepped into the sect, a gust of wind struck, he was dizzy for a while, and the sky was spinning, and when he opened his eyes again, it was a person from the Cloud Viewing Dao in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The little guy is not tall, but he makes a lot of noise. But you can't just enter the sect like this, you don't have enough strength to protect yourself now. I will register your name, but you have to remember that your current status is that of an outer disciple who has long since entered the sect. "The people of Guanyun Dao are quite satisfied with this seemingly immature young man.

"The disciple remembers the teachings of the master. Aotian leaned over and bowed, and was held by the people of Guanyun Dao.

"Welcome to Avalokiteshvara. ”

For some reason, Aotian had an urge to cry.

Ao Tian did not cry when he was beaten and bruised all over and almost died; his arm was swollen when he practiced the exercises, and he was dizzy and hungry after not being able to eat for three days, but Ao Tian did not cry; the old man's life and death were unknown, and Ao Tian was so anxious that he could not do anything about it, but he did not shed a single tear. The oppression of life, the hardships of swordsmanship, and the changes in the world did not bend his waist, but made him stronger.

But why is this feeling of relying on so intoxicating and moving, Aotian Fang knows that what he wants most is just a home.

There is a place where you are very confused when you are in it, and once you leave for a long time, you will feel like you are breathing air with the smell of seawater, and it is full of sourness. Aotian's kendo has another momentum, looking for his parents, and finding the home that only belongs to him.

The residences of the outer disciples are on the periphery of the sect, and they are all stone houses, and you can't see the edge at a glance. Usually everyone is busy cultivating, and there is a new face among tens of thousands of people, but they will not notice it, Aotian thought to himself. Know that for the lazy to socialize, if there is not enough interest in a person, then no matter what face he faces, it will be new.

After staying for a while, Aotian found an unmanned stone room with good lighting, cleaned it, and prepared to sit down and meditate.

"Why did you steal my wine again? I don't think you should be called Tuoba Godless, it is most appropriate to call Tuoba Wujiu. Hearing a noise outside, Aotian got up and walked outside. I only saw a big burly man being scolded by a thin teenager pointing at his nose, the big man had a simple face, just smirked, and let the young man's saliva splash on his face.

Both of them had the name tags of the outer disciples pinned to their chests, and the thin young man was a little embarrassed to see Aotian watching from the sidelines. After saying "Remember, there is no next time", he went back to his room.

"He's a good guy, and every time he scolds me, he still puts the wine in the most prominent position. The big man smiled like a child, and it was impossible to believe that he had such a domineering name.

"He loves to make wine and he loves to save people. There are many people in this world who pursue their own way of being strong, but only a few people are willing to stay and use their own way to save the world. He belongs to this very small group. "The outrageous appearance is matched with such an adoring expression, but there is no unnaturalness in the slightest.

"What is your way?" Aotian took out a jug of wine and handed it to Tuoba Wushen. Before leaving, Guanshiyu gave him a Qiankun bag, which did not contain any treasures, but there were not a few things like wine and food.

Big people drink differently than ordinary people.

He first took off a knife on his back, the knife was full of bandages, and gently untied one bandage after another, and Aotian saw the dignity of this knife. Where is this knife, it is simply a piece of scrap metal. The sound of the knife is unusually wide, and when it is wielded, it affects the speed, and the blade is full of destroyed ravines, and the lethality is almost zero. Such a knife, but the big man cherishes it like a treasure.

When the lid of the wine was opened, a stream of liquid filled with the aroma of peach blossoms poured on the knife.

In an amazing scene, the liquid did not slip off the blade, but simply disappeared, as if the knife was drinking. After pouring half of it, the big man handed the wine to Aotian and said, "You are the first person to see this scene, this half pot of wine is considered to be my invitation to you"

After saying this, the big man did not feel the slightest embarrassment, and his expression naturally embarrassed Aotian. Still, he took half a jug of wine and drank it all.

"Swordsman, Guanshi is proud of the sky. Aotian looked at the big man with a determined look.

"This is an era of abundant sword sects, and all over the world, cultivators love swords. Everyone knows that the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, but they don't know that the sword is the emperor of a hundred soldiers. I walk in the way of the world, but it is the way of my heart. The outer door, Tuoba has no god. ”

Listening to the answer that he already knew, the prince had a new feeling. Because today he didn't just know someone, he made a friend.

The sun was just right, shining on the two of them, just the right time, just the warmth.

"Your knife is quite strange, what is the name of it?" Aotian couldn't help but ask.

At this time, the big man was slowly wrapping a bandage on the blade, and the blade groaned softly, as if hearing its satisfaction after drinking heartily. "Do you know why I didn't give this knife a scabbard?"

Before the prince could reply, he said to himself, "Because I don't think it's a knife, it's a man, it's my companion for life." He had his breath, and it shouldn't be locked in a gloomy scabbard. I dress it, feed it wine, live with it. Together, they overcome hardships and obstacles and get through the long journey. ”

At this time, the big man only had this broken big knife in his eyes. He carried the knife on his back very naturally, step by step, and gradually moved away.

"Is it such an interesting person even to the outer gate?" Aotian muttered.

The two of them didn't know what important questions they had just missed, such as the name of the knife. However, the name of the knife has not long given the answer. The knife that slept on the back of the big man, wrapped in bandages and infinitely warm, had an extremely domineering name like that of the big man—godless.