"On the coast of the East China Sea, there is a fairy mountain and says: Luo Yun.

According to legend, there is a cultivator sect in the mountain that says: Luoyun Wonderland.

Its mountains have four peaks and thirteen valleys, and there are moral cultivators everywhere, and ordinary people under the mountain are very strange......"

Jiang Sibai muttered resentfully, but the expression on his face was full of fascination.

Yes, Luo Yun Wonderland, where he can find a place of immortality, can he not yearn for it?

In the sixteenth year of coming to this world, what Jiang Sibai expected was about the real fairy story in this world.

Jiang Sibai sat on the bank of the Jishui River with his chin propped up, and looked at the river with a fishing rod in his other hand, his eyes were blank, and he didn't even notice that the fish had bitten the hook.

"Young man, your fish has bitten."

There was a sudden sound next to him, which made Jiang Sibai wake up suddenly, and then the simple fishing rod made of green bamboo in his hand shook slightly, only to see that the fishing line of the thin hemp rope had turned three times in a row in the water and suddenly tightened with a shake of his wrist.

The next moment, no matter how much the fat fish in the water struggled, it was useless, and it had been dragged out of the water and landed on the shore of the river.

Jiang Sibai didn't look at the fat fish jumping around, just looked at the people around him.

I saw that this person's hair was messy and sloppy, just like an old farmer.

However, although the old man was sloppy in his clothes, he always gave people a feeling of extraordinary bearing, and the texture of the clothes was completely different from that of ordinary peasants, which could be regarded as a good fabric.

The old man looked like a pet walker, holding a rope in his hand, and at the other end of the rope was a very strong white fox.

Hey? It's a bit like the sledding of the three fools of Samoyed.

Jiang Sibai observed so much at once, and then politely clenched his fists and asked, "Uncle, may I ask who you are from, and how did you come to this wilderness?" ”

The old man said casually: "I am from this nearby village, and I took my baby Xiaobai out for a walk." ”

Jiang Sibai was a little embarrassed at that time, because his nickname was 'Xiaobai', and he was often called 'Gongzi Xiaobai'.

Jiang Sibai felt humiliated.

So he also said a little angrily: "There is only one Baiyi with one hundred and sixty families living within a radius of fifty miles in this place, and I recognize each of these hundred and sixty households." ”

The old man glanced at Jiang Sibai helplessly and said, "You just treat me as an old farmer who passes by here when he goes out to run errands." ”

That look seemed to blame him, why bother to expose something?

Jiang Sibai shook his head, and then ignored the guy who claimed to be an old farmer.

Then he picked up the fat fish and strung it with hemp rope, and then stuck his sword into his waist and prepared to go back.

The 'old farmer' glanced at the saber at his waist and didn't say anything, and the two of them briefly talked for a few words and then passed by like this, just as a meeting in the water, and then said goodbye.

But sometimes this world is so delicate, when the 'old farmer' silently said goodbye and continued to go downstream along the water, the upstream forest, that is, the direction from which the 'old farmer' came, suddenly drilled out a line of six big men.

Their eyes were fiercely fixed on the 'old peasant', or rather, at the white fox, which was as strong as a calf.

"Hand over the spirit fox and spare you from dying."

Among the six people, the first one stood with a sword in his hand and his chest in his arms, looking very arrogant.

This man must be a swordsman.

And in fact, these six people all have a sword, and they are all swordsmen?

It's just that the swordsman at the head of the group can still speak in a good voice, but the other person under him said lightly: "What can I say to this old man, the brothers just kill people and take away the spirit fox." ”

"This spirit fox is strong and healthy, maybe it can withstand a month of bloodletting without dying, and after bringing it back, the prince will definitely reward us greatly."

The swordsman who was the leader suddenly stretched out his sword-holding hand to stop his subordinates and said: "It is not right to punish without teaching after all, everything must always leave a line for people." ”

"Lao'er, this is the only chance, hand over the spirit fox and go by yourself, otherwise you will only be exposed to the wilderness."

Jiang Sibai was in a bad mood, and he suddenly felt very unhappy when he saw the six people in front of him showing off their might like this.

He didn't care whether he was meddling in his own affairs or not, he just came to the 'old farmer' and looked at the six people in front of him: "You are all people with swords? ”

A swordsman immediately said coldly: "Naturally, what are you going to do?" ”

Jiang Sibai looked at them and said lightly: "Being strong and bullying the weak, this is not the way to hold a sword, you are in vain as a sword-wielder!" ”

He blurted out this, and he only felt that the idea was quite understanding.

And the six swordsmen immediately changed color when they heard this.

In today's world, everyone values fame over life and death.

Jiang Sibai said this, it was a great shame for these self-proclaimed swordsmen.

"Boom! Boom! Qiang ......"

All six drew their swords.

The swordsman at the head looked at Jiang Sibai coldly and said, "No matter who you are, please draw your sword too." ”

"Today, our brothers will behead you to prove the advantage of the sword in our hands!"

Jiang Sibai looked at the dark brass swords about fifty centimeters long drawn out by the six people in front of him, and he felt quite bored.

He has been in this world for 16 years, and he has gradually become accustomed to the style of drawing his sword and then making a judgment of life and death when he disagrees with the way of this world.

So he calmly drew his sword.

What he has in his hand is a broken sword!

"Haha, how is it a broken sword? How dare you speak out in front of my brothers! ”

That's right, Jiang Sibai is holding a broken sword, but if you look closely, even if it is just a broken sword, it is actually about the same length as the bronze short sword held by the six brothers.

The 'old peasant' was a little surprised when he saw this, but he turned out to be in a good state of reassurance about the current situation.

Jiang Sibai didn't care about this old farmer, he was now full of wanting to vent his anger, after all, he had been working hard for ten years since he knew that there were cultivators when he was six years old!

In ten years, he failed a total of four times.

During this period, no matter how open his temperament was, he always held back an evil fire.

Especially the recent failure, he was eliminated in that way, and he was really unconvinced.

In the end, this evil fire was vented, and it was he who rushed into the crowd with this Baizhen sword that he had forged himself, and slashed fiercely.

Five of those swordsmen's 'junior brothers' immediately rose up to fight him.

It's just that Jiang Sibai looks like a handsome aristocratic boy in a white shirt and a light shirt, but in fact, who is a noble boy who would wear it like this in late autumn?

His body was much stronger than it looked from the outside, and the skills he had accumulated over the years were by no means imaginable for these ordinary swordsmen.

So he heard a burst of 'ding, ding, ding, ding, ding', and he actually directly cut off the bronze swords of five of the six swordsmen!

In the end, the head swordsman's face changed greatly when he saw this, and he snorted coldly: "The advantage of the weapon is the right one, and the victory is not martial!" ”

Jiang Sibai's face changed at that time, and the cold female voice seemed to sound in his ears again: "It's just that you got a sharp weapon by fighting for money, this is not the way to hold a sword!" ”

He gritted his teeth violently, and the sword in his hand suddenly 'disappeared', as if it had turned into a cloud of smoke.

In fact, this is not that it is not missing, but that the reality makes the other party unpredictable and unable to start.

The leader of the swordsmen suddenly broke into a cold sweat all over his body, and the moment the broken sword 'disappeared' in front of his eyes, he only felt infinite pressure coming.

This was much more terrifying than Jiang Sibai's slashing with the broken sword just now, which made him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire in an instant, and he only felt that life and death were not in his control from now on.

"Hey, hey!"

The old farmer next to him laughed, he recognized the subtlety of this swordsmanship, and couldn't help but show some movement.

When Jiang Sibai heard this strange laugh, he calmed down suddenly, and with a turn of his wrist, he casually picked up the swordsman's sword, and then turned to look at the old farmer and hesitated slightly.

He said: "It's getting late, if my husband doesn't give up, can he go back to Baiyi with me for a night and then go on the road?" ”

The 'old farmer' smiled again when he heard this, and he didn't say anything, just led his big white fox as strong as a calf and walked leisurely in the direction of Baiyi.

Looks like a yes.

Jiang Sibai breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that this was probably his last and best chance.