The roads were muddy, horses' hooves were falling, muddy water was splashing.

The rain dripped down the hat, and after an unexpected encounter with an autumn rain, the knight's black clothes were already soaked.

It was a middle-aged knight with a steel mask on his face, revealing only his eyes, a pair of ancient eyes without waves.

This person is none other than Ding Xiu, who has come down the mountain.

Ding Xiu's destination was Qingzhou Prefecture, the closest to Xijian Mountain.

Qingzhou has a large population, prosperous commerce, and a canal leading to the south of the Yangtze River in the territory, and the river transportation is developed, making it easy to earn money.

In this world, in addition to soldiers and bandits, there are two professions that exchange their lives for money.

One is a killer, taking people's money and eliminating disasters with people, and killers have been one of the fastest professions to make money since ancient times.

However, to be a killer, you have to be organized and well-known.

With organization, there is logistical support, and with logistical support, the killer does not need to deal with all kinds of miscellaneous chores, so that he can concentrate on killing people without any worries.

In the organization, there is a reputation, and with the popularity, people come to ask you to kill, and the killer has the capital to add money.

Ding Xiu was used to being free, and he didn't want to join any killer organization, and he didn't have the time to make any popularity, so he could only give up.

The other profession is a dartman.

Unlike the dart master, who has a dart game behind him, the dart man is a person, or a dart game with only one person.

The dart masters are in groups, like wolves, and the darts are single-handed, like tigers.

So if you want to be a dartman, you must be strong enough.

This was the first time Ding Xiu had seen the capital city of a state in this world.

The capital city of Qingzhou is very large, there are four wharves outside the city, and there are countless passenger and cargo ships.

The city is divided into four cities, southeast, northwest and northwest, there are nine streets and seventy-two squares, the houses are lined up one after another, restaurants, green buildings, inns, cloth shops, money villages are lined up, and there are more small stalls and hawkers.

The population of the city is about 300,000, this is still in troubled times, if it is a peaceful year, the population can still double.

After entering the city, Ding Xiu led the horse, there was no way, there were too many people in the city, and there was no way for you to ride a horse.

Ding Xiu observed all the way and found that except for the people in the rivers and lakes who carried swords and swords, the people in the city, regardless of men, women and children, nine out of nine also wore short swords and short swords.

In troubled times, only swords can protect themselves.

Dongcheng, Sunshine Fang.

Ding Xiu stopped in front of an inn.

It is a medium-sized inn with five floors and a flag on the door.

The flag is waving in the wind, and the flag is embroidered with four big characters: Dart Inn.

The Dart Inn in Qingzhou Mansion City, Ding Xiu heard about it when he was washing the sword mountain.

The founder was an old dart man, who was too old to move, so he opened an inn in the city for the dart man to stay.

The Dart Inn only entertains dart people, as long as you can survive ten moves under the hands of the old dart man disciples, you can enter for free.

On the third floor of the inn, by the window, a young man with his arm leaning on the railing, a pair of eyes scanning the woman on the street, the little lady, his eyes wandering between the target's waist and hips, and his mouth kept stinging, as if he was tasting.

"Sepi, don't look at it, a dart man has arrived, this time it's your turn to try the dart man's catties."

The young man touched the beaten head, looked at the woman who appeared in front of him, and said, "Sister, can you not hit the head, I am not smart, I am beaten like this by you all the time, and I will become more and more stupid." ”

"Your head is as hard as iron, it's weird that someone will beat you stupid."

"Hey, hey." The young man put his hand on the railing, turned over and jumped down the third floor, and landed lightly in front of Ding Xiu.

The young man looked at Ding Xiu and said, "Dartman? ”

Ding Xiu's head.

"Hey, you're also using a Miao knife, swordsman?"

Ding Xiu's head.

"Since you can find the Dart Inn, you must also know the rules of the inn, in Xia Fengliu, the old man's closed disciple, come on, the two of us have made a move, as long as you can survive ten moves in my hands, the guest room is free."

Feng Liu took out the Miao knife on his waist, toed a little, his figure rose from the ground, jumped to the third floor, and the toes were clicked again, and the person had reached the roof of the fifth floor of the inn.

What a handsome light work!

This Feng Liu already has quasi-second-rate strength at a young age, and he is extremely unfamiliar with the roots of martial arts.

"Guest officer, you can rest assured that this horse will be handed over to the small one."

Ding Xiu took off the two Miao knives that hung on the side of the horse's neck, handed the horse to the innkeeper, walked into the inn, and then walked to the fifth floor.

When Ding repaired the roof, there were already a lot of darts scattered around the roof.

Feng Liu held the knife in one hand and asked, "Dart man, your name!" ”

Ding Xiudao: "The surname is Dongfeng, the single name is lance, and the word must be reached!" ”

"The east wind must arrive, look at the knife!"

Feng Liu toe a little, the knife walked with him, and slashed at Ding Xiutian's spirit cover.

The knife flashed, Feng Liu's scalp was numb, and his movements froze in mid-air.

Ding Xiu withdrew the Miao knife against Feng Liu's throat, returned the knife into the sheath, and arched his hand: "Agreed." ”

Master basic knife technique!

The defeat is not unjust.

One move to defeat the stream!

Here comes a master! The strength is at least quasi-first-class, or even first-class!

The darts watching the battle said secretly in their hearts.

After a short fight, Ding Xiu successfully settled at the Dart Inn.

Knock Knock ——! After nightfall, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Brother Dongfeng, it's me who is blocking the stream!"

Ding Xiu got up and opened the door, looked at Feng Liu who was standing outside the door, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Feng Liuhan said with a smile: "Brother Dongfeng, I want to ask Brother Dongfeng for sword skills!" ”

"Excuse me? You want me to be your sparring partner! How do you count the money for sparring here? ”

Feng Liu's heart moved, it turned out to be a money fan, and it seemed that there was a play.

"Brother Dongfeng's knife skills have reached the master level, and if you sparring you, you can pay thirty pieces of incense."

Ding Xiushi opened his mouth and said: "One stick of incense is fifty wen, and I will be a sparring partner for you." ”

Feng Liu was stunned, "A stick of incense and fifty wen, why don't you go and grab the money!" ”

"Please ask me to be a sparring partner for this price, you can come to me again when you figure it out."

Bang! Ding Xiu closed the door.

Feng Liu touched his nose, this east wind must arrive, it is simply in his eyes.

But the master-level basic sword technique, even the master and his old man can't do it! And in the entire Qingzhou Mansion City, I haven't heard of any Jianghu people who know master-level basic sword techniques!

Master-level knife sparring, a stick of incense and thirty texts, belongs to the priceless market.

Feng Liu returned to the room, checked his home, gritted his teeth, came to the door of Ding Xiu's room again, and knocked on the door.

Crunch, the door was opened from the inside, Ding Xiu looked at the wronged head who went and returned, and said, "Figured it out?" ”

Feng Liudao: "A stick of incense and fifty texts, accompany me to practice for a quarter of an hour every day!" ”

Ding Xiu shook his head and said, "No." ”

Feng Liu was dumbfounded, thinking that Ding Xiu would continue to increase the price, so he hurriedly said: "Fifty wen for a stick of incense is already very high, you can't increase the price anymore!" ”

Ding Xiu said: "I don't want to increase the price, but I can't do it with you every day to practice the knife, I am a dart man, and I want to take darts." ”

Feng Liu was immediately relieved when he heard this, and said, "When you catch the dart, you don't need to accompany me to practice the knife." ”

"This is one hundred and fifty Wen, accompany me to practice the knife for a quarter of an hour tonight." Feng Liu took out a string of copper coins from the belt around his waist and handed it to Ding Xiu.

【Obtain 60 Quest Coins】

Ding Xiu sighed in his heart, when he was washing Sword Mountain, he would get twenty or thirty copy coins in one day of exhaustion.

Now, there are sixty copy coins in the account in a quarter of an hour, which is simply too good!

One person can get sixty copy coins, and if there are a few more, wouldn't it be ......

Of course, this situation can only be imagined, and it is unrealistic to realize it.

The cultivation of sword skills is also about talent, and without talent, even if a grandmaster who has mastered the basic sword technique at the grandmaster level is a sparring partner, it is in vain.

The reason why Feng Liu was willing to spend a lot of money to find Ding Xiu as a sparring partner was because he was really talented in sword techniques and had the confidence to cultivate master-level basic sword techniques.

The backyard of the inn, the martial arts training ground.

"Slowly, slowly, too slowly, hurry, faster!"

"Didn't you eat at night, hard, with all your might!"

Feng Liu held the knife in both hands, and attacked Ding Xiu like a storm, Ding Xiu held the knife with one hand to deal with it, and he kept complaining.

As soon as the incense was over, Feng Liu was physically exhausted, and he sat down on the ground completely, sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Can you still come?" Ding Xiu asked.

Feng Liu shook his head.

One stick of incense earns sixty copy coins, this feeling, thief run!

Feng Liu lay on the ground, looking up at the starry sky.

Although I only practiced one stick of incense, this kind of all-out onslaught, without worrying about the onslaught that the other party will be injured, is really cool, so exciting!

One hundred and fifty wen, it's worth the money!

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