On the second day, Lu Guannan got up from the ground in pain, glanced at the room in a trance, and was shocked why he was in Zong Yang's room, got up and took a look, and found that Zong Yang was covered with a quilt, obviously still asleep.

"Uncle Junior?" Lu Guannan called softly.

Zong Yang didn't react, not as alert as usual.

Lu Guannan scratched his stamina and was about to turn around and leave the house, but he saw the blood stains on Zong Yang's mattress at a glance.

"Uncle Junior!"

Lu Guannan shouted, lifted the futon, and was surprised to see that Zong Yang was wearing a coat and pants, and the scars were vivid, especially the serious injury on his chest, which made him a little dizzy.

"What's going on!" Lu Guannan cried with a sad face, and shook Zong Yang's hand in a panic, for fear that his little uncle would ride the crane.

Zong Yang finally woke up from his deep sleep, and when he saw that it was Lu Guannan, who was alive and well, he smiled slightly after a while, and gently comforted: "I'm fine, I'll be fine after a sleep." ”

Lu Guannan was obviously relieved, he listened to Uncle Xiao's words the most, and Uncle Xiao's ability was not something he could figure out, since Uncle Xiao said so, he simply believed it, and he was worried about not being disturbed, so he turned around and tiptoed to leave, but suddenly thought of an extremely important thing, and hurriedly turned around and asked: "Uncle Xiaoshi, today is the day for you to compete with that Yue Xiaofeng, do you want me to say it, just postpone it for some time?" ”

"No, you don't." Zong Yang turned sideways and returned to Lu Guannan with his back.

"Huh?" Lu Guannan was puzzled.

"Let's just say I'm giving up." After Zong Yang said this, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

"Huh?" Lu Guannan was still puzzled.

The room was silent, Lu Guannan wanted to ask again, but he swallowed the words and walked out quietly.

……

At noon, after seeing off the Qingqiu female disciples who should be the last batch to come to confirm, Lu Guannan sighed again and again.

Today, the snow has stopped, the sun has opened, and the blue sky is dotted with a few white clouds.

At Zong Yang's request, Lu Guannan set up a pot in the yard to eat a hodgepodge, originally he had to slaughter an old hen and stew wild Ganoderma lucidum to replenish Zong Yang's body, but was persuaded by Zong Yang. These old hens are close friends who live together in his eyes, and they usually talk about each other, Zong Yang ate one on the day he went up the mountain, and later found out that he secretly did a ritual and burned a lot of yellow paper.

That's why Zong Yang advised the one in the ancient well in the back mountain not to worry about the old hen.

Zong Yang sandwiched a big mountain mushroom in Lu Guannan's bowl, and then picked up a small jar of wine next to him and poured a sip, the wine jar has been empty fast recently, Lu Guannan saw it in his eyes, but he didn't say a word, just restrained himself from drinking less, and when he was really greedy, he scooped some water into the empty jar, boiled it over a simmer, and drank it as a slight soju when it was boiled.

This is still due to the fact that Lu Guannan's money is too tight, because Jian Xiu is too unpopular in Qingqiu, and he has no other income, so he is self-sufficient by growing some vegetables and picking some game.

Every time Zong Yang thought of this, he regretted that he didn't ask his eldest brother for some gold ingots, thinking that the color sword immortal who had never only used money as a number should be able to throw out a big bag of gold ingots at will.

However, there are beautiful poor days, Zong Yang has been wandering the rivers and lakes for more than ten years with the old way of dice, although he has lived a hard life, but he can know more about cherishing and contentment.

"Alright, don't sigh." Zong Yang patted Lu Guannan's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

What happened this morning Lu Guannan had already told 1510, saying that he went to the martial arts hall at that time, and found that it was surrounded by a large number of disciples, but anyone who could sneak out came to watch the battle, and it was the most female disciples. He finally squeezed to the innermost, and saw Qingqiu Shijie standing there majestically, when he said that Zong Yang gave up the competition, because he had a careful thought, and specially added that Zong Yang was seriously injured, but the audience was still booing and deafening, who would believe that a named disciple staying in Qingqiu, which is harmless to people and animals, would be seriously injured for no reason? It's better to say that the diarrhea is out of force. Those who were defeated in his hands a while ago, and today they came to count his brothers who worked the hardest, and the name of Brother Qingqiu Nan was gone, and he didn't know how to come back after scolding men.

Later, a large number of female disciples still did not want to accept this fact, and they came to confirm it in a hurry, but they saw a large number of people in Zongyang feeding chickens in the yard and basking in the sun, and a senior sister who weighed more than 200 catties scolded the fiercest:

"Little junior brother, if you are a man, you should go to the martial arts hall, even if you are beaten to the end, the senior sisters respect you more, but you take the battle and dare not fight, it is really a worthless embroidered pillow, which is stuffed with straw bales! Phew! The sisters were really blinded. ”

Zong Yang saw it in his eyes and listened to it in his ears, but he just smiled.

Lu Guannan took a branch and drew circles under his feet, not understanding Zong Yang's silence, the wound he saw on Zong Yang's body in the early morning, even if it was the lightest one, if it rested on those pampered Qi cultivation disciples, he would be able to raise it for a month.

"Alright, eat." Zong Yang persuaded again.

Although Lu Guannan didn't understand a lot, although he had a lot of grievances, he was also interested, and he let out an "oh" sound, picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

"Last night, a strange person from the Spirit Realm came and stole all the sword books and seriously injured me." Zong Yang said calmly.

"What?!" Lu Guannan glared and bared his teeth, put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran into his room, ran out again after a while, and said in a panic: "It's really gone, it's over, what should I do!" After saying that, he spun in circles.

"Let's wait and see what happens." Zong Yang smiled confidently.

……

On the back mountain, Zong Yang walked to the ancient well.

"It's cold outside, come down." The old man's voice floated from the bottom of the well.

Zong Yang jumped down directly from the wellhead, landing steadily and lightly, it turned out that there was a lot of space inside, the stone wall was dry, there were many calligraphy and paintings on it, and there were more graffiti, but it was not as damp and dirty as originally thought.

The old fellow's bed was a boulder with some hay on it, then a mat, and other than that, an incense burner with a few wisps of sandalwood.

Zong Yang chose a clean place to sit down and asked, "Senior should know what happened last night, right?" ”

"Yes." The old guy lay on the mat, buttoned his toes, and continued: "I should be a person from the Demon Sect, but it's very unfamiliar, and it is estimated that it has only come out in recent years. ”

"He is a master of the realm, I almost died under his sword, and you don't come forward." Zong Yang has been with the old guy for a long time, and he is not as restrained as he was at the beginning.

"You're not alive right now." The old guy replied heartlessly.

Zong Yang smiled slightly, turned to a solemn expression, and said a well-thought-out point in his heart: "If the other party is a demon sect, I think Qingqiu has a traitor from the demon sect. ”

"Yes." The old guy's face turned cold, and he hated the Demon Sect, the previous generation like him, who had fought against the Demon Sect to the death.

"Steal the sword spectrum, then kill me, destroy the body, and blame me again, so as to keep the traitor from being exposed." Zong Yang spoke of an absolutely possible conspiracy.

The old guy nodded, and suddenly smiled obscenely: "Hehe, I finally understand this move of Han Ziniu, what this thing likes to do the most is to leave the back move after the move, and he has been virtuous since he was a child." ”

"Huh?" Zong Yang was a little puzzled.

The old guy glanced at the well, as if he was taboo for someone eavesdropping, sat up energetically, and whispered: "Tell you, that Hanzi Niu sent a box of the most precious sword books for sword cultivation for no reason, and his mind is dark." ”

"The predecessor said that the head of this box of sword books, one is to test me, and the other is to catch a traitor?" Zongyang can be understood at one point.

"Well, this old boy should have noticed something a long time ago." The old guy touched his chin and smiled.

"Then senior, you said that the head of the family still has some doubts about me now?" Zong Yang asked curiously.

"Well~" The old guy pondered for a while, shook his head and sighed: "This old boy is the most cautious person in the whole Qingqiu, if you are injured, he will suspect that you are a bitter trick, if you are not injured, then there is more reason to suspect you." It's a good thing that he didn't witness your life-and-death battle last night, otherwise a seriously injured person would be miraculously intact the next day, and based on this alone, I don't suspect you and I am afraid of you. In short, what the old boy thinks in his head, we normal people can't guess, so don't care too much, anyway, he is a qi cultivator, we are a sword cultivator, not a table of people, no matter what he thinks. ”

"Thank you seniors for their trust in me." Zong Yang's true feelings are revealed.

"Outside, aren't you?" The old guy waved his hand, his expression was serious, and he said: "I think that mushroom head is the only seedling of our sword cultivation, not to mention that his background is pitiful, he has suffered all the humiliation of qi cultivation on behalf of our sword cultivation in the past few decades, and those spiritual positions placed in the Hidden Sword Hall can't be seen, but I see it in my eyes every day." He's a poor kid, but fortunately, you're willing to teach him swordsmanship with your heart, so that he can raise his head in front of Qi Xiu, and for that alone, you should be trusted. ”

"It turns out that the seniors are quite concerned about Guannan." Zong Yang hadn't found out before.

The old guy frowned, and asked with a wicked smile: "Then do you want to discuss with the mushroom head and send an old hen first?" ”

"Then he'd rather not have a master." Zong Yang is telling the truth.

The old guy looked at him funny, as if he had suddenly become listless to the extreme, and lay down, not going to say anything, but one barefoot was still shaking leisurely.

"Senior, I have a peculiar perception recently, I can perceive the lines of every snowflake outside the house, the water droplets dripping from the ice candles in the eaves of the Qingxiao Palace, the big fish in the Lancang River under the mountain, and sometimes it can be farther away, I really don't know if what I perceive is reality, or just imagination in my head, but last night I did rely on this perception to lock on to the strange man's flying sword." Zong Yang finally said the key point of going to the back mountain this time.

"You are already standing on the threshold of the Awakening Spiritual Realm, and this perception is divine consciousness, which can help you perceive the aura of heaven and earth." The old guy didn't reply with mood swings, and there was a sour taste in his tone that was not easy to detect, and it seemed that not being able to eat the old hen would make him fall to a low point, which showed how strong this idea was.

Zong Yang was a little dazed and a little dazed.

Seeing that Zong Yang didn't move for a while, the old guy turned his head and asked flatly, "What color is the aura of heaven and earth you feel?" ”

The aura of heaven and earth, due to the different qualifications of cultivators, is recognized as divided into three colors: red, green and yellow, red is the highest, cyan is in the middle, and yellow is inferior, and the aura of heaven and earth perceived by the old guy is yellow.

Zong Yang closed his eyes and let that kind of perception go out, from the wall at the bottom of the well, to the ancient cypress outside the well, and then to Lu Guannan, who was practicing swords at the bottom of the mountain, the tip of the long sword in his hand ......

Zong Yang opened his eyes, frowned and hesitated: "I think what I perceive should be the aura of heaven and earth, covering all corners like water, flowing regularly but intricately, boundless, and wide like a big lake, or more like the sea, but it has no color." ”

The old guy was originally a little suffocated by the subtlety and scope of Zong Yang's perception, and when he heard Hai's description, he stopped breathing in complete shock, but when he finally heard that Zong Yang couldn't perceive the color of the aura of heaven and earth, his heart was obviously relieved, and he seemed to have regained the little self-esteem that remained, and he explained a little tiredly after his big emotions: "Maybe you haven't really mastered your divine sense, cultivate diligently, and you should be able to do it in a year and a half." ”

"Perhaps." Zong Yang was like a blank sheet of paper for cultivation, although he had asked Mu Tian a lot of questions about cultivation and realm at the top of Tiantai Mountain in the past, but nothing had come to an end, how could he ask so comprehensively.

"Senior, can you borrow a sword?" Zong Yang suddenly came back to his senses from a half-lost state, his eyes lit up, he should have realized something.

The old man's sword was stuck on the wall above his sleep, he raised one foot, and the big black toe and the second toe were skillfully separated like fingers, clamped the hilt of the sword, and with a strong pull, he sent the long sword towards Zong Yang.

Zong Yang stared at one place with his eyes, this was just an instinctive move when he lost his mind, as soon as he heard the sword coming, his spirit was lifted, he took the long sword and just danced twice, and suddenly slashed forward with the posture of entering the sword for no reason.

At the moment when Zong Yang entered the sword, the old guy had already opened his old mouth, he sensed something, the boss with eyeballs in his sunken eye sockets stared, saying that it was too late and that was fast, his thin body just began to move, and as soon as the voice in his throat came out, a domineering sword qi flew in!

Buzz –

The sword qi passed against the old guy, cut his wide sleeves, then under the ribs, and finally slashed into the wall with a "snap", and the rubble flew in an instant, leaving a deep white mark on the wall that was more than two feet long.

The old guy twisted his funny posture and hid to the side, if he had reacted slowly just now, he would have really died in this ancient well, and he would still have palpitations, and asked in a trembling voice: "How long have you been cultivating?" ”

"If you really start, it's about ten months." Zong Yang forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and replied seriously.

"You're ......!" The old guy's cultivation knowledge was completely subverted at this moment, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he had lost his ability to speak.

"I'm Qingqiu No. 1 waste." Zong Yang took the old guy's words, raising the corners of his mouth, extremely confident and proud.