Funeral Sword (I)

When it was dawn, Ji Qiuyang took Zheng Dajun to the outside of the city.

They naturally knew what Xu Changan had done with Xiaobai, but if Cen Xuebai's mentality couldn't be reversed, then this competition would become boring.

For Ji Qiuyang, at the last moment of his life, if there is no commendable opponent, this is a big regret in life!

However, they could only wait, hoping that Xu Changan's method would really work.

The two of them had already arrived outside the city, although the surroundings were quiet, only a round of morning sun quietly showed a head, but both of them knew that looking at the calm and harmonious outside the city, there were many masters hidden.

Outside the city is an open field, if in the old days. At this time, there should be a lot of merchants walking here, and there are also many people picking up breakfast stalls and preparing to go into the city to start a new day's business.

As early as today, Mei Linkai asked people to go to several nearby villages to inform the people who enter and exit this gate on weekdays, and even before dawn, he sent a team of sergeants to stop some people who did not know it from a distance, so as not to be injured by mistake.

Not far from the city was a large tree, whose leaves had already withered and turned yellow at this time of year.

Zheng Dajun looked around to determine how many people were hiding around, and when he turned his head, he saw that Ji Qiuyang had already sat under the big tree. The old man looked up, and a leaf fell, right over his face. At this time, the rising sun finally climbed up from the sea level with difficulty. Cast a ray of sunshine on this withered old tree, and at the same time, it seems to cross a layer of gold for this old man who is about to die.

Zheng Dajun walked over gently, for fear of disturbing the time at this time.

Although Ji Qiuyang's foundation was damaged when he forcibly broke through, he still had this perception.

He took the leaf that covered his eyes, and then gently let it fall.

"It's been a long time since I've enjoyed such an early morning, when I was in the royal family before, at this hour, the royal brother had already started the morning dynasty, and the young prince had already gone to study in the Hanlin Academy, and he had never seen the morning sun well. I often hear people say, when I get up in the morning, the sun comes out, the cold on the ground is not dissipated, and the people who get up early are angry, wearing thick clothes and drinking a sip of steaming soybean milk under the morning sun, the taste is beautiful to the heart. ”

"It's a pity, I can't feel it. Even with such a beautiful sunrise, there is no chance. ”

Ji Qiuyang is particularly quiet, as quiet as a cat lying in the sunset in an ordinary person's home.

Zheng Dajun lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

......

The luxurious black robe looked a little messy at this time, and the long silver and black hair that was originally like a waterfall was now like dead grass. The whole person seemed a little depressed, but his state of mind was completely different from before.

Today's early stall came a little later than usual, but by this time the bluestone street was already overflowing with aroma.

He was going to go towards the south gate, but when he got here, he suddenly smelled a fragrance, a worldly fragrance.

He unconsciously walked to the noodle stall, his eyes shining a little.

"Guest, you have such a good nose! I only boiled this meat sauce yesterday, this meat is rare. ”

Cen Xuebai looked at the hot noodle soup, swallowed her saliva, and suddenly said, "I want to eat a bowl, but I don't have the money." ”

The stall owner was overjoyed when he heard the first half of the sentence, but his face suddenly collapsed when he heard the second half of the sentence.

Cen Xuebai knew that he couldn't eat without money, and no one had ever refused him.

If it was in the past, as long as he showed his identity, even if he wanted to eat what flew in the sky and swam in the sea, no one would dare to refuse.

He laughed at himself in his heart, it turned out that without the identity of the South China Sea Sword Saint, not only was he not as good as a cat in gambling, but it was still so difficult to even eat a bowl of noodles and let go of face.

"Alas!"

"Sit down, no one has passed yet. Someone will come later, and you will say that you have paid, and you will leave after eating, you know. ”

Cen Xuebai turned her head in surprise and saw that the stall owner was below.

After a while, a large bowl of bolognese noodles was served.

To be honest, I still ate this kind of stall when I was with Qi Fengjia, but I didn't expect that it would take so many years to sit on this kind of stall again.

He finally understood why Qi Fengjia liked this kind of life, and finally knew why Qi Fengjia seemed to be indisputable, but his cultivation never stopped.

A smile appeared on his face at the thought of the guy who used to take him to pay his debts.

"What's silly, it's just a bowl of noodles. The noodle stall owner tilted his head, glanced at Cen Xuebai, and then continued to greet the passing guests.

Cen Xuebai finished eating and left, leaving a token on the table before leaving.

"Hey, little brother, your things!" he picked up the token engraved with the word "Juggernaut", and before he wanted to give it away, he felt his shoulders sink.

The noodle stall owner immediately turned his head and saw a young man with a white kitten sitting on his shoulder and a middle-aged man in a green robe like a gentleman.

"You don't have to return it, you can keep that thing. You can open a stall here called the 'Juggernaut Stand', and you can use that token to save your life. ”

When he had said this, the young man smiled, and went with the gentleman towards the south gate.

"Hey, there are soldiers at the south gate, they are not allowed to enter or exit, they must go around!"

The noodle stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then remembered and said.

I saw that the young man did not turn around, but just stretched out his hand and shook it, as if he had said something.

For the rest of his life, the stall owner never saw those three people again, he honestly set up a stall for a lifetime, and he didn't use any gimmicks, although his life was poor, he was still stable.

It's just that later, when the war was in chaos, a storyteller who ate noodles passed by his noodle stall and chatted a few words, talking about what the little marquis was outside the bloody pass, the little master died generously, and the sword saint and the sword saint worked together to block the army, he would always listen very carefully. Although he knew that these things and these people were far away from him, he didn't know why, and sometimes he felt that these people who were guarding them were close by.

It wasn't until many years later that his descendants found the token and went to the Sword Saint Pavilion, which had long since been in ruins.

......

Cen Xuebai's hair was dry, his eyes were bloodshot, and his spotless black robe had some more dust. But Zheng Dajun knew that the sword god who had no obstacles in his heart had returned.

Cen Xuebai saw Ji Qiuyang under the tree and bowed respectfully to him.

Ji Qiuyang smiled, laughing from the bottom of his heart.

People who are always victorious and undefeated and those who have been in high positions for a long time will have a common disease, conceit or fear.

However, this kind of problem cannot even be discovered by themselves.

The more he wins, the more he is afraid of losing, and when the opponent he really thinks can match him appears, he will fall into panic, and even know that he is stronger than the opponent, but he still can't use it or will think of using other means to win.

From the moment Ji Qiuyang saw Cen Xuebai for the first time, he knew that this junior also had the same problem.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Ji Qiuyang shook his head and said, "You shouldn't thank me, thank yourself, or thank the person who brought you out." ”

Cen Xuebai turned his head and saw a young man with a little white cat sitting on his shoulder, and scratched his head embarrassedly. He didn't know what to say, just a smile in the sun.

"Alright, you're going to do your best to keep me entertained. In the same way, I will try to keep my cultivation on the same level as you. ”

When Cen Xuebai heard this, she smiled slightly, lowered her head and clenched her fists.

"Thank you, senior. ”

Ji Qiuyang stood up and patted his body, how could he look like he was dull just now.

"Since you're going to compete, let's start by clearing the field!" Ji Qiuyang glanced at both sides and immediately smiled.

As soon as the words fell, two sword qi went towards the left and right.

The people who were hiding a few hundred meters or even a few miles away and looked at it from a distance felt that they were being pushed out by a sword qi, and the sword qi was stirring ten miles away, so they stopped.

The most commendable thing is that although it is a sword qi, its momentum is unabated. In this process, no one was injured, for the two of them, the sword aura was domineering, and it was easiest to hurt people. It is extremely difficult to control to such a state.

Xu Changan looked at this scene and suddenly murmured, "I understand." He thought of the scene on Iron Sword Mountain, and thought of what Ji Qiuyang said to him.

"What?"

The little master and Zheng Dayan naturally didn't have to retreat, and the little master heard the little junior brother's muttering, so he asked.

"Nope. Xu Changan hurriedly came back to his senses and smiled at the little master.

"Alright, a battle in the sky!"

The two of them spoke at the same time, and the two Changhongs went straight to the sky!

...................................................................... There will be a short chapter later.