Su Qingming raised her eyebrows slightly, and opened her eyes again at some point.

Qingshan has not undergone special guidance and cultivation, but the swordsmanship at this moment is extremely elegant and smooth, not to mention superb, but it must be a lot stronger than the village master and even the sect disciples.

The young man waved the wooden sword without listening, and his steps were light, like a dragon shuttling.

The villagers in the village are too knowledgeable, and they will only think that the little guy is pleasing to the eye when he plays with a wooden sword, but if he lets the immortal cultivator sect outside know, he will definitely be cultivated as a genius.

A chickadee just flew by, and the young man's heart moved, and he slapped the wooden sword violently, and the ghost shouted like a god: "Go!" ”

The next moment, the wooden sword turned into a straight line in mid-air, and the tip of the sword instantly stabbed the flying chickadee, and then nailed it to the wooden door.

The little guy happily ran over and tucked the wooden sword back into his waist, with unconcealed joy on his face.

"Who taught you swordsmanship?"

Su Qingming asked.

Qingshan scratched his head shyly and said, "Uncle of the wine shop in the west of the village." ”

Su Qingming thought for a moment and said, "What's his name?" ”

Qingshan was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't know, the uncle is not from this village, and he has never said his name to anyone. ”

Su Qingming hummed softly.

Qingshan asked cautiously: "Sir, I see that you also have a sword, how do you think of my sword practice, do you have any talent for cultivation?" ”

Su Qingming said calmly: "The sword moves are full of bells and whistles, too complicated. ”

Qingshan was a little lost, and stood there sullenly.

Su Qing looked at the sky, was silent for a while, and said, "I'll teach you a few swords." ”

"Ahh

"Study carefully."

"Good!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

Time passed, and it was not until late at night that Aoyama left the wooden house with a wooden sword in his arms, full of joy, although he was a little tired, but his eyes were extremely excited.

Su Qing looked at the back of the leaving.

He didn't look at the boy, but his eyes fell on the wooden sword at the other man's waist.

There is sword intent on the sword, and hatred soars to the sky.

This sword had sword intent on it, which made Su Qingming feel a hint of familiarity.

Ye Zhijian, sure enough, is here.

...

In the wine shop in the west of the village, a down-and-out man was lying on a bamboo chair with a bored face.

The village is not big, and there are not many people who drink alcohol, so the business is very cold, but the man doesn't care about this, he often drinks enough for himself first, and then sells the leftovers, and then goes to Dahe City to gamble with people, and brings some back to the village.

No one in the whole village knew where he came from.

Perhaps only Aoyama, who comes to the liquor store every day, knows something about the down-and-out man.

For a long time, Aoyama thought that he was most likely an immortal.

Because he always felt that this down-and-out man was too mysterious, just like the nameless sword fairy in the script.

"Look at Lao Tzu's dry hair!"

The half-lying man looked at the young man in front of him and said impatiently.

Qingshan smiled, "Uncle, a few days ago, a gentleman came to the village, and he taught me a few swords yesterday." ”

The man was not in the slightest, and continued to close his eyes.

Qingshan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I accidentally told him that you taught me to practice swords." ”

The down-and-out man didn't have any eyelids, and said lightly: "Clean up the shop." ”

Qingshan smiled, and skillfully cleaned up the messy liquor store, anyway, he has basically done all the big and small things in the store over the years.

The down-and-out man was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked, "Why did he teach you to practice swords?" ”

Aoyama shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he said." ”

The boy looked cautiously at the man.

"If there's a fart, let it go!"

Qingshan frowned and said: "I don't understand either, he finally told me that the Sword Sect has thousands of swordsmanship, but the only one that can really survive the snow hatred is one sword." ”

The down-and-out man sneered, "I understand, this is said to me." ”

Qingshan's eyes widened, and he was puzzled: "He knows you at all, why did he say that." ”

The downcast man glanced at him and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Show me the sword he taught you."

...

"There is a disease, flowers and branches, this sword technique looks magnificent, but like the pavilion in the sky, the women's sword dance of the Golden Manlou in Dahe City is played like this."

"Oops, this sword is good, it's kind of interesting."

"It's really a big sword immortal, it's really a great big man."

The down-and-out man chattered in pieces.

Aoyama used the few swords he had learned.

The down-and-out man was silent, and in the end he pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "It's not enough, I've seen the swordsmanship of those guys in the Sword Sect, these swords are okay if they are compared with others, but they are not enough to hate, Lao Tzu has not found that kind of swordsmanship for so many years, he is the oldest." ”

Aoyama was puzzled, but did not speak.

The down-and-out man suddenly said, "I'll teach you a few tricks, and then I'll go to him to play tricks." ”

Aoyama was puzzled: "Why?" ”

The man smiled: "Look at him unpleasantly." ”

Qingshan looked at the down-and-out man who was drawing a sword in front of him, and there was only one word in his eyes to describe it.

That's amazing!

After the drunken and hazy man on weekdays held the wooden sword, it was like a wonderful pen, and the sword traveled to the dragon, and the green mountains were dumbfounded.

"This is the sword technique used by the sword immortal!"

Qingshan looked at the dazzling sword momentum and said worriedly: "Uncle, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn." ”

The down-and-out man said lazily: "It doesn't matter, just remember the moves, it's a bit like that." ”

...

Early in the morning of the second day.

As soon as Su Qingming walked out of the house, he saw Qingshan waiting outside the fence.

Then, the sound of a wooden sword breaking through the air sounded.

The villagers who came and went and got up early to do their work looked at it twice, but they didn't see any names.

Su Qingming sat casually on a small bench in the courtyard with a flat expression.

Qingshan was a little nervous, and some of the moves seemed to have forgotten, and he hurriedly used the sword moves he had just learned yesterday.

Su Qing watched quietly, without the slightest impatience on his face.

"He taught you?"

Aoyama nodded.

"Show him these formulas."

Su Qingming took the wooden sword, and then began to slowly unleash it in the courtyard.

The sword moves slowly, and the tip of the sword keeps drawing circles in the air.

In Aoyama's eyes, this young man has a somewhat different charm from the uncle of the liquor store.

One is elegant and chic, and the other is long, like winter sunshine.

Su Qingming threw the sword to the young man and said lightly: "Go back, show him, and remember to practice every morning and evening in the future." ”

Qingshan nodded subconsciously.

Su Qingming was silent for a while, and waved his hand to let him leave.

...

In the days that followed, Aoyama was like a messenger between the two, constantly running between the liquor shop and the wooden house, extremely busy.

Su Qingming taught him to practice swords in his spare time, and most of the time he spent his knees healing.

This place is far away from Big River City, and there are no people who can cultivate, so it is impossible to know the news from the outside world.

All Su Qingming is a little irritable these days.

That day, he confronted Yu Zhaosleeve in Dahe City, and then the woman ignored herself, but chose to break the realm, of course, not because Yu Zhaosleeve let him go.

Su Qingming killed her son in front of everyone, and Yu Zhaosleeve would not let herself live no matter what.

It's just that in her opinion, an ant in the Qi Condensation Realm can just send a few disciples of the clan to investigate at will, and if he dies, he will die, and he will not die with a sword.

But no one would have imagined that the place where Su Qingming fell was actually the place where he and Lu Qian hid three years ago.

Su Qingming looked at the sky and frowned, the Chen father and daughter of Dahe City were still there, and Zhou Zheng was still alive, what worried him even more.

Cave Origin.

This is the purpose of Su Qingming's coming down the mountain to Big River City this time.

"What are you thinking, sir?"

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Su Qingming turned his head and said, "There are new moves this time?" ”

Qingshan smiled: "No, the uncle said that he wanted to see you, please ask Mr. to drink." ”

Su Qingming was silent.

Qingshan was stunned and said uncertainly: "Mr. is unwilling?" ”

Su Qingming looked at the wooden sword on the other party's waist, shook his head and said, "No, take me over." ”