Evening.

Chen Ping carried a pot of wine and a bag of marinated demon beast meat to visit He Xianxiang. It's been so long since I moved here, and I haven't really sat down to drink with He Xianxiang.

"You kid, you're finally willing to come out of the house? I don't know, I thought you were hiding in the golden house. Seeing Chen Ping coming, He Xianxiang quipped.

Chen Ping grinned:

"Where do you say from my predecessors, I just don't like to fight with others by nature, so I just stay at home and ask for comfort."

He Xianxiang snorted twice.

Timid is timid, saying that he doesn't like to fight with others by nature.

I hadn't noticed that this kid was so afraid of death before.

The two didn't pick a place, so they set up a wooden table in the courtyard of He Xianxiang's house, and sat next to them chatting and drinking.

"Huh? Where did you buy this monster meat? Tastes good. He Xianxiang took a piece and tasted it carefully.

This is Chen Ping's own food.

'Skilled' level cooking skills, combined with the culinary concepts of later generations, plus the deliciousness of monster meat, are three-pronged, and it is difficult to think of it or not.

The ingredients in this world are delicious, but the cooking skills are slightly simpler.

I can't compare it with the next generation.

Chen Ping was indifferent:

"Do it yourself. You have to like to eat enough. ”

He Xianxiang tasted it carefully again, and really felt that the taste was very unique, and it was a practice he had never tasted.

This meat, the strength of the monster meat itself has not been destroyed, but it is more meaty and fragrant than the daily monster meat, and the aftertaste is full.

... There's something about this kid.

Didn't you work as a chef in Ningfu for a few years? I can cut meat and cook...

Still, it's so fragrant.

"I heard that the senior went out some time ago?" Chen Ping chatted.

"yes, I'm going to hunt beasts."

Chen Ping was surprised:

"Aren't you not hunting beasts?"

In my impression, He Xianxiang has always been a meat seller, and he sits on the job of a middleman.

He rarely hunts animals himself.

"You don't know. Recently, there have been more first-order demon beasts in the forest than before, and it has become a lot easier to hunt beasts, and there is no need to go deep into the depths of the endless forest. Why not do such a lucrative and less dangerous job? He Xianxiang said disapprerovingly.

Chen Ping's heart froze for a moment.

More monsters?

What is the meaning?

Chen Ping knew something about this, because there were many beast hunters in Lianyun City, so the surrounding demon beasts had already been wiped out, and he had to go deep into the forest for more than a hundred miles to have a chance to hunt valuable first-order demon beasts.

Now listening to He Xianxiang's meaning, it seems that the demon beast has migrated out of the core area?

"What does it mean that there are more monsters?" Chen Ping asked if he didn't understand.

He Xianxiang shook his head:

"It's just that there are more demon beasts, and there is no need to go deep into the inner area of the forest, and it is easier to hunt beasts. As for why there were so many, there was no clue, and the group of beast hunters did not know. ”

"So I also went to participate in the hunting of beasts, anyway, it's a good thing, it's easier to make money."

Chen Ping frowned slightly.

No wonder beast meat has become cheaper.

But then I thought about it... It's a good thing that meat is cheaper. As for the demon beast, what does this have to do with me, I won't hunt beasts.

Outside the city.

Whatever.

"What? Interested? If you want to go, you can come with me next time. He Xianxiang saw Chen Ping thinking about it, and smashed his mouth while chewing the meat of the demon beast.

"No, no." Chen Ping hurriedly refused:

"I'm lowly in cultivation, so I won't go to join in the fun, so as not to drag you back."

Hehe, look at your life... He Xianxiang did not mention this stubble again.

The two continued to drink for a while.

Chen Ping took the opportunity to ask during the chat:

"Senior He, remember that you also practiced the Breeze Nine Swords before?"

"It's practiced, what's wrong?" He Xianxiang took a sip of wine and turned his head to look at Chen Ping.

Chen Ping beats the snake on the stick:

"That's really good, I've been cultivating the Breeze Nine Swords recently, and I've read the entire sword book, but the introduction to the nine moves is not clearly written, can the seniors help explain one or two?"

"Breeze Nine Swords." He Xianxiang sat upright, chewed the demon beast meat a few times, and said seriously: "Many people know this swordsmanship, and the moves and experience are not secrets, and I also know some of them." What kind of insight would you like to hear? ”

"Listen to it all." Chen Ping said cheekily.

He didn't want anyone else to know how his Breeze Nine Swords were progressing.

Therefore, when asking for advice, you should only be interested in the entire sword spectrum, and avoid talking about your own sword skill cultivation.

He Xianxiang nodded and didn't ask much.

Since Chen Ping was interested, he drank vigorously and talked about the mystery of the Breeze Nine Swords and his cultivation experience.

Some of his experiences are his, and some of them are passed down from a lot of loose practices.

There are many monks who practice, so naturally they can't keep many secrets.

He Xianxiang talked about the fifth form in one breath from the first form, and then stopped abruptly.

"Gone?" Chen Ping asked.

Do I care about the first few forms? I'm concerned about the seventh form.

"It's gone."

"What's next?"

"The latter formulas, few people have learned, and I won't know how to know?"

Chen Ping was disappointed.

This...

Bai asked.

"Who's going to be behind?" Chen Ping asked quietly.

"Sixth style, there are still a few people who will, Qi Feiyan in the north of the city, Zhang Yuanqing in the east of the city, by the way, there are also a few people in the western district."

"As for the seventh form, tsk tsk, it is an immortal spell, swordsmanship and spell are integrated, supreme and exquisite, and the entire Lianyun City currently knows only Yu Qingyihui. Although this old thing is not a good person, his cultivation is the ninth level of qi training, and he is the top qi practitioner in Lianyun City, and he still has a set. ”

"As for the eighth and ninth forms, no one has learned them."

No one has learned the eighth and ninth forms, but this Chen Ping knows it.

What I don't know is that only Yu Qingyi can breeze the seventh style of the Nine Swords.

It's hard to see a breakthrough in a short period of time.

Yu Qingyi has not appeared so far, and he doesn't know when he will appear.

When you come back, you may not be willing to give me some advice.

... It seems that I can only continue to think about it myself.

"But I heard Yu Qingyi's old thing mention it once, if you want to practice the seventh form, you have to forget all the first six forms to do something, that old thing is chattering, you can't believe it." He Xianxiang added.

Is this He Xianxiang and Yu Qingyi not very compatible?

Talking about old stuff.

Obviously myself... Nor young.

And isn't Yu Qingyi chivalrous and generous? Why aren't you a good person?

Chen Ping smiled and didn't say anything.

Time passes in a wine glass.

Half an hour later, He Xianxiang obviously drank it, and became chattering, and talked about some of them.

"Look, it's good that you've moved here, at least someone to drink with the old man and me, I haven't had such a comfortable drink in many years." He Xianxiang is sad in autumn and sad in spring.

Chen Ping poured him a glass:

"So, life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"Hey, you're still a scholar?"

"Ahh Before cultivating immortals, I had read books for a few years. Chen Ping nonsense: "Where we are, everyone is proud of studying, and reading is also the only way out for many poor children." ”

This sentence seems to evoke He Xianxiang's memories.

The old man looked up at the moon, his eyes moistened, and he muttered to himself through the strength of wine.

"Yes, it's not bad to be proud of your studies and keep to yourself. Now that I think about it, I don't know if it's right or wrong for me to go down this path, I haven't seen my family for decades. ”

But at the end of the day, what did you get? In the later stage of cultivating for Qiang Qiang Qi and cultivating qi, there is no hope of building a foundation, how can there be any road to immortality? ”

“... Hey, old man. ”

"More than ten years ago, my son wrote to me that he had given birth to a lovely little granddaughter. Later, when the city where I was in turmoil, I came to Lianyun City, and since then I have cut off contact with my family. ”

"When I left, my son was only six years old, and I never thought that now I have a granddaughter."

"I don't know if they're doing well or not."

Chen Ping paused for a moment, he had never heard He Xianxiang mention his past before, and he didn't know how to comfort him.

What is right or wrong?

It's just a matter of asking for a favorite.

This is true in this day and age.

The same is true for future generations.

However, seeing that the atmosphere was a little low, Chen Ping intended to be active, so he quipped:

"This is the senior, you are wrong, why don't you go back home and bring your granddaughter over, just so that you can marry the younger me, so that you and I can drink together every day?"

"Go, go, you kid has taken advantage of the old man." He Xianxiang kicked Chen Ping's buttocks, and he was also quite emotional in his heart, if his granddaughter grew up healthy, she would be a few years younger than Chen Ping.

Chen Ping asked indifferently:

"Why don't you go back?"

He Xianxiang paused.

Get back?

His gaze was dilated, countless past events gathered in his eyes, and he sighed long before he half a sound:

"I can't go back."

Can't go back...

This sentence made Chen Ping unable to answer.

He used to live in a certain first-tier city, and he had seen too many kinds of floats, and while they were doing the hardest work in the big city, they sighed that 'the city can't accommodate the soul, and the hometown can't let go of the body'. Whenever I was asked why I didn't go back, it was the long sentence of 'I can't go back'. Chen Ping is actually one of them.

I am deeply touched by this.

The arrogance of the heart when he left is in stark contrast to the humble life in the city.

But that pride and dignity made them never go back.

Chen Ping didn't know the reason behind He Xianxiang's emotion, but at this moment, he comforted him.

"Maybe, I mean maybe."

"Maybe they don't expect you to become an immortal, maybe your granddaughter just wants to see her grandfather, and your son just wants to see your father."

Hearing this, He Xianxiang couldn't help but turn his head to look at Chen Ping.

Bai Huahua's beard trembled, the wine glass in his hand trembled, and the wine was dried.

Half-ringing, he stabilized his emotions:

"That's it, that's it, don't talk about these sad things."

"Well, you should be happy to drink tonight, you kid is. Come, the reader will say a few more nice sentences. ”

Chen Ping smiled:

"This, you let me think about it, there really is, it's all mortal things."

"The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and I never know that I have to do it."

"Hahaha, you're not honest either. But the truth is that there is more? ”

"The concubine guards the empty room, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon."

"This..., it's so shameless. Hahahaha. ”

“......”