The eighth day of the lunar month.

Light snow overhead.

Qin Younian went down the mountain to Aunt Li's house and put two bowls of Laba porridge, and went home to take a look, the old man hurriedly went up the mountain last night, and talked with the old fairy in the Lianshan Sword Tomb for nearly an hour, and gave Qin Younian a wooden waist card before leaving, and hurriedly went down the mountain, even this year's Laba Festival has not been at home.

Qin Younian's eyebrows were a little low, and when he returned to the Lianshan Sword Tomb, the old immortal was roasting a rabbit on the fire at the door of the wooden house, and the smell of meat was overflowing for a while.

This is the second time that Qin Younian has eaten the hare roasted by the old fairy himself, the first time is when Qin Younian just picked up the demon scale sword and knelt on the three main tombstones, because the old fairy's craftsmanship was so good, Qin Younian almost swallowed his tongue at that time.

Looking at the hare that was bubbling out of the gas, Qin Younian subconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, hurriedly sat down by the fire, rubbed his hands, and the climate was so cold not long after entering the wax moon, and he had to freeze the cow to death and the turtle to death in the first month.

The old man who swept the tomb raised his head, shook the falling snow on his hat and said: "The weather is getting colder and colder, usually wear more clothes, and when the blood forged sword fetus is finished, you will go down the mountain to Baiyan City, and according to what the old beggar said, I will get an errand in the Imperial God Machine." ”

Qin Younian nodded, the Imperial God Machine is another institution set up by the Su Dynasty on top of Jinyiwei, and it takes the road of rivers and lakes to the outside world, and does things in the rivers and lakes. It is also a royal concession, which can be cut first and then played, pacifying the chaos of the rivers and lakes, and stabilizing the peace of the rivers and lakes.

This winter, whether it is the rivers and lakes or the temples, it is obviously not peaceful, the snow presses the eaves and hangs the icicles, in the eyes of some people, it is a sword hanging above the head, which will fall down at any time and ask for his head.

A month ago, the barbarians outside the country gathered 100,000 wolf horsemen to storm the border pass city, the drums and horns sounded in unison, the momentum was like a bamboo, and the horse and foot joint camp even broke through the border pass heavy armor and iron cavalry several enemy phalanxes in a row.

The war in the eighteen cities of Cangzhou suddenly became tense, so he asked the Su dynasty for more than ten times overnight, but the Su dynasty only recruited troops in various important cities, and a month later, he did not see the imperial court waving his army to the north.

And the move of the dynasty surnamed Su completely lost the territory outside the first city of the border pass.

The generals of the garrison are all hot-tempered, and they are not used to looking down on those sweet-mouthed and sword-bellied ministers in the temple. No, Helian City, one of the eighteen cities in Cangzhou, was furious, and personally led 30,000 heavy armor in his hand to abandon the city and go straight to the capital, fortunately he was stopped by the people of the seventeen cities, otherwise the city would be broken, and the wolf riders of the wild people outside the country would enter the customs in a big way, holding up the butcher's knife, and the people in the border pass would be ruined and reduced to purgatory on earth.

The imperial court did not send troops to the north, and the eighteen cities of Cangzhou could only resist hard, which could be described as a stir, and even more so, the family moved directly from the north, forming a flow of tens of thousands of refugees, so that the Su dynasty had to move north to stabilize the situation and re-settle the people's hearts.

After the border war was stabilized, the old guys from the eighteen cities of Cangzhou joined forces to enter Beijing, and killed nine generals defending the city in ten cities, and returned to the court color.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yushenji sent dozens of masters to infiltrate the eighteen cities of Cangzhou, intending to bring disaster to the east, and obviously received the will.

Guanyin Mountain is immovable, and the old master of the half-step True Martial Arts Realm will go to the Eighteen Cities of Cangzhou to play chess with those old guys in his spare time, and when he returns to the capital and goes on a pilgrimage to taste tea and discuss things, he does not hide it at all, and he is really generous.

Playing with yang conspiracy and talking about means, it is like going to the Qinglou to have fun, the clothes under the pearl round and jade are gradually receding, knowing that there is a little red lip and ten thousand people to taste, a pair of lotus arms and thousands of pillows, but you know my mind, I will give you two silver.

It is precisely because the Imperial Divine Machine has sent a large number of masters out, and there is currently a shortage of manpower, Qin Younian does not want to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, besides, the Imperial Divine Machine has always been independent, but it is a good errand to make oil and water.

Qin Younian ate a bite of rabbit meat, the crispy rabbit meat on the outside and tender on the inside made him almost swallow his tongue again, and quickly licked his lips and said: "Old fairy, it looks like the New Year is coming, ten miles of silver and ten miles of love, and the wanderers from afar will also go home and gather with their families, do you say we should go to buy some New Year's goods and put some artillery battles to celebrate and celebrate?" ”

The old man who swept the tomb quietly ate the rabbit leg and said lightly: "Do you want to celebrate at the grave?" Or do you want to pull out the dead people in the mountain sword tomb to celebrate the New Year together? ”

Qin Younian slapped his forehead, glanced sideways at the Lianshan Sword Tomb, and hurriedly said, "Don't blame, don't blame." ”

Qin Younian smiled, did not answer, just quietly ate rabbit meat and laba porridge with the old fairy, when the fire burned out, he patted the falling snow on his shoulders and legs, Qin Younian, who stood up, looked solemn, opened the five fingers of his right hand and shook it again, suddenly, a touch of red cut through the sky, and the demon scale sword was held in his hand.

When the blood-cast sword fetus was halfway through, the old fairy seemed to have figured it out, and taught Qin Younian the sword duel in the twelve odd words, after a period of hard practice, Qin Younian only practiced the first three words, but listening to the old fairy's bragging, the killing, shock, and breaking the three words in the twelve odd words, if it is practiced to the extreme, even the immortals in the sky have to avoid its edge, and dare not come to this world, as for the real martial arts realm, the sword in his hand falls as a cabbage and is chopped.

The old immortal said it with emotion, Qin Younian listened to it with enthusiasm, and he said another thing if he believed it or not.

The old immortal moved back ten steps to make room for Qin Younian, and then took out a chair like a trick and opened the oil-paper umbrella to prevent the snow from falling on him. The old immortal who was already wearing a hat and a cloak was redundant, as long as he was happy.

When a few snowflakes fell from Qin Younian's eyes, he immediately pulled away slightly sideways and under his feet, put on a posture, and the demon scale sword in his hand was quickly pulled out, forming a sword domain of about one meter with him as the center, and the air was smeared red like a blood-colored demon lotus budding to be released.

The word of war was decided, the demon scale sword shook, and then the sword body expanded suddenly, and Qin Younian came out with a sword, like a sword pawn crossing the river, mighty.

Then, Qin Younian pressed down and moved, and in an instant, countless winds and snows followed him, moving with only one person, forming a spectacular scene. Immediately afterwards, Qin Younian's feet were lightly tapped, and the stones flew into the trees, and a series of afterimages were dazzling, and the movements in his hands were natural.

The demon scale sword is not red, and Qin Younian is not visible, this is a decision.

On the edge of the cliff, the wind and snow are much heavier.

Qin Younian stood still, the demon scales were erected in front of his chest, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly slashed out a sword, breaking through the wind and snow, it was rare for one side to be clean, this was a fighting duel.

The old fairy strolled over and said softly: "Exercises, sword moves complement each other, you can master the three words in a short time, you Nian, three sword tires for you to eat, old man, I didn't look away." ”

Qin Younian stuck the demon scales on the ground, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, took a few breaths, and said, "If you want to perform the three-character sword duel in one breath continuously, it's still a little reluctant." If I can't defeat the enemy with one move, I will become a fish on the board and be slaughtered by others. ”

The old immortal patted Qin Younian on the shoulder and said, "If you fight, you can fight, if you can't fight, you can run, there is no need to die." If it weren't for those old guys, how could the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect die at the beginning, and there would be no one left in the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect, and the forged sword would have to escape when it encountered high temperature and fierce fire, let alone the flesh and blood people. ”

Qin Younian nodded, turned his head and said, "The old man also said that if the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect had declined back then, it would still be the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect, and it would not have fallen to this point. As for face, if you have strength, others will give you face, if you don't have strength, face is worth a few pennies, and in the final analysis, life is the most important thing. ”

The Demon Scale Sword did not have a scabbard, and Qin Younian only had his backhand behind him, and then put it in the wooden box after he went back.

An old man and a young man looked at each other and smiled, the scenery on the edge of the cliff was picturesque, the old fairy was an elder, and he was also a teacher and a friend, Qin Younian asked the old immortal, whether he was a member of the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect, the old fairy just shook his head, and sighed lonely, "My roots are good, and I have been kneeling in front of the gate of the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect for more than half a month, and in the end I didn't get what I wanted." As for why I am guarding the Lianshan Sword Tomb, it's very simple, because of one person. ”

Qin Younian looked at the Lianshan Sword Tomb with a lot of tombstones, and it was hard to imagine how the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect should have been at its peak and glory twenty years ago. There are tens of thousands of disciples, twenty-one sword pavilions are overcrowded, eight sword casting furnaces have never stopped, and a ten thousand sword pillar is what all sword cultivators in the world yearn for, if you can leave your name on the ten thousand sword pillars to take the sword, it will be a great honor.

Qin Younian put down the demon scale sword, closed the wooden box, and gnawed wildly at the remaining half of the blood-cast sword fetus, unlike the ink-cast sword fetus, the taste of the blood-cast sword fetus was like a pastry, soft and smooth, and it melted in the mouth.

Qin Younian looked up at the wooden house where the old immortal lived, in terms of the taste of the sword fetus, the old immortal had really put a lot of effort into it, if he changed his career to become a cook, he would definitely be a hit with this craft.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the stars shift.

As Qin Younian threw the last small piece of blood forging sword tire into his mouth, patted his round belly, he quickly got up and walked to the three main tombstones and sat cross-legged, pinching the seal with both hands and began to refine the blood forging sword fetus.

Streams of white smoke suddenly came out of Qin Younian's Sendai, his complexion was red and white, red as blood, white as paper, if it weren't for the smile on his lips all the time, people who didn't know would have thought that the practice had gone mad.

An hour later,

When Qin Younian opened his eyes again, there was no suspense to break through the second-rate master realm, and when he finished gnawing the last coffin board, he would be able to rank among the first-class masters, and the old immortal would sweep the tomb for twenty years, in order to make a master.

A big game of chess, the old man and the old fairy have been playing for 20 years.

The old fairy gave a sword to a river and lake, generously tight.

The old man left home with only one letter, which he picked and searched.

The old man who swept the tomb brought a hot meal, sat cross-legged beside Qin Younian, and said: "There is a rule in the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect, if outsiders can insist on burning incense for the Sword Sect for eighteen years and do not practice any exercises, they can become the core disciples of the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect. You Nian, the old beggar and I let you meet this condition, so the three sword fetuses bred by the Lianshan Sword Tomb will naturally become your help, as for what you can make a name for yourself in the rivers and lakes in the future, it is your own creation. ”

Qin Younian devoured a few mouthfuls of food and asked, "Old Immortal, is the burden on my body to avenge the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect?" ”

The old immortal shook his head and said: "There is no Hanging Mountain Sword Sect in the world, there is no point in saying revenge, the burden on your body is given by the old beggar, and the old man will put a straw at most." ”

Qin Younian rolled his eyes, the last straw that crushed the camel was put on, it seems that the old immortal is also bad.

Qin Younian finished eating the meal, put down the dishes and chopsticks, propped his hands back, looked up at a crescent moon in the sky, and suddenly appeared in front of him The appearance of the village chief's girl suddenly appeared, and he thought to himself:

"Hopefully you've made the right choice."

Qin Younian turned his head and smiled, and said, "I took the benefits of the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect, but I didn't do anything for the Hanging Mountain Sword Sect, and I was happy to be at ease." ”

Looking at the villain's triumphant appearance, the old man who swept the tomb didn't say much, but just told Qin Younian to go down the mountain early tomorrow and go to the Imperial God Machine to get a good errand.

When leaving, the old man who swept the tomb left a bag of silver coins, Qin Younian took it in his hand and turned it upside down, there were as many as a hundred taels, the old man was right, the old fairy was really a rich man, he had been up the mountain for so long, and he finally saw the silver of the white flowers.

Qin Younian has learned from the old man since he was a child, he is a little money fan, and he is also a buckle brick joint, if he can not spend it, he will not spend it, and he will make up for another year.

The next morning, there was no snow, but there was a golden day.

Qin Younian tied the wooden box behind him, put some silver in his arms on his cuffs, this is what the old man often said, eggs can't be put in one basket at the same time, even if the silver in his arms is lost, the silver in his sleeves is still there, then he can't be hungry or cold.

Qin Younian walked to the wooden house of the old man who swept the tomb, bowed down and said: "Old immortal, Younian will definitely get a good errand in the Imperial God Machine, earn more silver taels, and in the future, I will be able to provide for the old fairy and the old man of my family to the end." ”

After Qin Younian turned around and left, the old man who swept the tomb slowly walked out of the wooden house, suddenly chuckled, looked down the mountain, watched Qin Younian leave, and said to himself: "Before the old beggar left, he borrowed five hundred taels of gold from me, Younian, you borrowed one hundred taels of silver from me when you went down the mountain, how do you two father and son plan to repay this debt?" ”

The old man of the tomb sweeper slowly smiled and bent over, a few tears fell from his face under the hat, and his voice no longer seemed to be hoarse............

Official complaint: (Pay back?) Why should I pay back the money I borrowed with my ability? ）