It's February.

The junction of Xianhu Prefecture and Qingping Mountain has been green.

It is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The countryside fields exude the fragrance of earth.

The people who have guarded the border for generations do not care much about the ravages of great demons and beasts.

Vegetables, fruits, seeds, and the scent of rice in a few months are their ambitions.

As for the cultivators who fly in the sky.

An immortal that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Or a demon slayer who guards one side.

It's too far away for mere mortals.

The old tea shed under the willow tree only sells thick bowls of bitter tea.

The old man who sells tea has wrinkles and crawls on his face, scars carved by the years, his clothes are patched with white wash, there are a few old wine gourds hanging in front of the tea shed, the tea shed is a little messy, and the only clean place is a wooden shelf, on which is placed a bookcase that travels far away, and a few books are placed in the bookbox.

On the official road between Qingping Prefecture and Xianhu Prefecture, there are occasional carriages flying.

Such a tea shop can't keep the knights of the rivers and lakes galloping on horseback.

Not to mention the cultivators who fly in the sky.

At dusk.

An old man with a sword came down the path leading to the teahouse, and he sat on a shabby wooden chair, took out a few pieces of broken silver, and placed them on the table.

"Let's have a bowl of Xianyun tea."

The tea seller had already picked up the hot iron kettle, but after hearing the words of the old man with the sword, he changed to another pot, took a large bowl with thick blood prints, walked to the place where the bookcase was kept, took out a few tea leaves from an inconspicuous hole in the wall, put them in a large bowl, and brewed tea with boiling water.

The old man with the sword took a sip of tea and sighed: "The peach blossom wine of Qingping Mountain, the fairy cloud tea of Xianhuzhou, one drink and one peck, time is always so fast." ”

The tea seller waited aside, leaning on the wooden pillar with the tea flag unfurled, his hands in his sleeves, and answered: "For the people here, a year is not a short time, Mr. Qin guards the safety of the two states, and I won't charge money for this bowl of tea." ”

The old man with the sword said seriously: "What should be collected should be collected, I am the most afraid of trouble, I owe a bowl of tea money, I am sad for me, I always have to pay it back, the scholar back then, it was a pot of wine, let me run for a year, and finally let the big demon escape, this square inch of land, I don't want to be trapped for a lifetime, money, you still have to accept it." ”

The tea seller looked in the direction of Qingping Mountain with a cloudy gaze, and said: "I don't charge you for tea, you also help me return my favor, I heard that the scholar died, and his name was engraved on a sword, the old man knew that he was not that kind of person, I had heard him say that it was difficult on the road to slaying demons, so after the scholar had a child, he gave a name called Yu Sheng, that is, I hope that the rest of my life will be safe, no disasters and no difficulties, he died, didn't he become an orphan." ”

When the old man with the sword heard this, he shook his head and said: "When I was in the world last year, I sent him one or two winds to Qingyunmen, he has his own way to go, Qingping Mountain, I don't want to go, this year, I killed the demon and was tired." ”

"Then teach him three moves and two styles."

The tea seller suddenly pulled his hand out of his sleeve and pointed to the sword box on the old man's back.

"In case you die one day, you won't break the inheritance, isn't it good to have a disciple?"

The old man with the sword was silent.

There was no promise, and there was no refusal.

The tea seller didn't get an answer, so he walked quickly to the table, stretched out his hand, buttoned the tea bowl, and directly covered the ground with the tea that the old man with the sword had not finished.

"Then don't drink my tea, you go!"

"I'll just go for it." The old man with the sword smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to teach well." ”

"It's your business to teach, and it's his business if he doesn't learn well."

"Understood."

The old man with the sword pointed his hand into the air, and his body drifted away.

……

Qingyun Gate.

Cold Cave.

Gu Yusheng, who had been refining his bones for more than two months, could finally try to meditate and practice on the stone in the middle of the cold pool.

But he still couldn't hold on for hours like the snow ape.

After all, the snow ape has the blood of the ancient god ape and is born with strong cold resistance.

Although you can only stick to one stick of incense at a time.

But for Gu Yusheng's cultivation, it is extremely helpful.

In two months, he has finished refining the bones of his limbs, and the periosteum is directly silver, that is to say, he can at least condense the second-grade silver bone, and when the other bones in his body are tempered, the whole can also get a qualitative leap.

More than two months of penance.

Only the snow apes are in company.

On this day, Gu Yusheng drank all the wine in the gourd, and when he walked out of the cold cave, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.

It was like a dream.

I didn't know that early spring had arrived.

"Whew."

Breathe in the faint scent of flowers and smell the smell of spring earth.

Gu Yusheng walked in the peach blossom forest.

The stream that flows out of the canyon is babbling, the spring is tinkling, the fish are swaying, and the butterflies are flying.

The bright and warm light shone on Gu Yusheng's face, and he came to the small courtyard in the woods, washed his face with a pool of sweet water, and looked at himself reflected in the water.

Time is in a hurry.

It has been a year since he entered Qingyunmen.

Gu Yusheng sighed in his heart.

Unconsciously pushed the door open.

In the lonely practice, only this small courtyard is the warmest place in his heart.

The peach blossoms in the small courtyard have not yet bloomed.

But under the peach tree, there was a straight back.

This back is so unfamiliar.

But it's so familiar.

Gu Yusheng rubbed his eyes unconsciously.

That figure turned around, the sword box on the back of the old man with the sword, the light reflected in Gu Yusheng's pupils, he twisted his beard and smiled, and a pair of eyes were also looking at Gu Yusheng.

"Sir!"

Gu Yusheng's eyes widened.

The joy on his face jumped over.

He stepped forward quickly and fell in front of the old man with the sword.

Kowtow and worship.

"I've been waiting for you for a year."

The old man with the sword bowed his head.

Gu Yusheng's eyes were bright, he bowed his hand, and bowed: "Sir, can you teach me to learn the sword?" ”

The old man with the sword only said slowly: "Don't worry, first have two pots of peach blossom wine with me, a pot of last year's hunger, and a pot of this year's new taste." ”

"Yes."

Gu Yusheng was overjoyed.

Hurriedly entered the side room, came out with a large jar of wine in both hands, and respectfully placed it in front of the old man with the sword.

"Mr. will drink last year's peach blossom wine first, and I will pick this year's peach blossom to make fine wine."

The boy is like the wind.

Shuttling through the peach blossom forest.

The old man with the sword was still a stereotypical image, but when he saw the young man picking peach blossoms in the forest and putting them in the bamboo basket, he put down his hand and showed a smile on his face.

"It's good to be young, when the old man was so old, he never experienced such beauty, the world of barren grass, this peach blossom forest, can be regarded as a rare pure land on earth."

Gu Yusheng picked a basket of peach blossoms.

Wash the peach blossoms and put them in a sake jug.

The old man with the sword sat on a wooden chair under the eaves, his hands on his laps, and sat upright.

Gu Yusheng picked up three bowls of wine.

Bowl by bowl of respect for the old man in front of him.

After the three bowls were drunk, the old man got up and helped Gu Yusheng up.

The old man with the sword used a branch to write his name on the ground - Qin wine.

"Master."

Gu Yusheng rubbed his hands together, his eyes bright.

"Call me Mr. Qin."

The old man with the sword straightened the folds of his clothes, and returned to his old-fashioned image, he casually picked up a bamboo stick as a crutch, looking not as tall and calm as before, but also much more approachable.

"You and I only have a one-year master-apprentice fate, if you study in Qingyun Town, a year of learning, you can only learn some words, a year, you can also learn some kendo fur with me at most, the name of this master, deserved, since you like to learn swords, then I will first see if you have a sword in your heart this year."

Qin Jiu casually threw a peach branch to Gu Yusheng.

"I'll take a look at the stab."

Gu Yusheng took the peach branch and stabbed forward with a sword as usual.

With this sword, Gu Yusheng felt that it had stabbed out the highest level and the best state in the year.

But the old gentleman standing under the eaves sighed slightly.

"Not really." Qin Jiu said, "You have some talent, but not much, let's start from scratch." ”

"Yes."

Gu Yusheng nodded and stood in place without any discouragement.