General Yan Guofan?

Although he didn't know how big a general he was, Li Zijin also knew that such a person might not really care about this bit of silver.

He casually perfunctory a few words to the guy, and when he left, he saw a group of people who happened to be downstairs, three women and one man.

A girl in black with a beautiful face, with an expressionless face, tied in a ponytail, and two swords on her back, crossed behind her.

An old white-haired old woman, who looked like a servant, carried a cane in her hand, but never relied on crutches to borrow strength, and felt that the strange-looking crutches might not be used to help walking, but to kill enemies. When she went downstairs, Li Zijin could feel that her steps were light, and she didn't have the taste of an old dragon clock, but she had a vigorous and flexible spirit that was not inferior to her age. The white-haired old woman followed behind the girl in black, also looking at the young swordsman with the sword behind her.

A woman, wearing light pink pipa sleeves on her upper body, embroidered soft satin, ice silkworm collar, and her lower body is a colorful brocade embroidered brocade embroidered skirt, with her hair flying in a bun, and her face wearing tulle, covering her appearance for five or six points, it is difficult to get a glimpse of this woman's true appearance, but she can't hide her natural cold and glamorous temperament. She didn't squint as she passed the young swordsman, and neither did he.

The last one to walk downstairs was a noble boy with a crown of jade, wearing a red gold brocade robe, a white jade glass belt tied around his waist, and even stepping on his feet was a pair of gold-plated boots, wearing a sword at his waist, but there was no callus on his hand that made the sword all year round.

This person followed behind the cold woman with a thin veil on her face, one hand behind her back, and the other hand casually scattered on the hilt of the long sword at her waist, playing with the sword.

When the four of them passed by the young man, their expressions were different.

The black-clothed girl at the front had a slightly curious look in her eyes, but she was not looking at Li Zijin's delicate face, but paying attention to the verdant Cuiqu sword behind the young man, because she had been interested in all kinds of swords in the world since she was a child, and because she was born in a famous sword sect in the world, she had a deep understanding of swords, and her attainments were not shallow, and she learned how to "pick a sword" for herself early.

In the world of sword cultivation, it is very important to choose a sword, because most sword cultivation actually pursues the fit between people and swords, so it is extremely important to choose a sword that fits you.

The girl in black has seen a lot of swords, and she has naturally had excellent eyesight, and she can see at a glance that the Cuiqu sword behind Li Zijin is not suitable for teenagers.

The sword is thin and long, and the softness and hardness of the sword body are not enough, listening to the sound of the sword rubbing in the sheath, you can judge the softness and hardness of the sword body, if she is willing to listen more carefully, then even a sword is a few feet long, and the blade is a few millimeters thin, it can be clear and accurate. She was born to understand this kung fu.

This sword was too feminine for men to use, but she didn't immediately break through the mystery, just glanced at Li Zijin more, and walked past him and left the station.

When the white-haired old woman passed by the young man's side, she was a little wary, because Li Zijin was a person from the mountain at a glance, and she was not like the people from the Yan State Mansion, they were able to live in this wind and dust station, all by the man's identity under the mountain, but if compared with his identity on the mountain, the identity under the mountain is not worth mentioning.

It's just that when the white-haired old woman intended to use her spiritual power to spy on the realm of the young swordsman, she was very relieved, and walked quickly past the young man, and the sword cultivation of the second realm was not enough to threaten her, and even her own young lady, it was easy to beat a young man in the second realm.

So the white-haired old woman smiled indifferently, just nodded to the young man, and left quickly.

The woman with a thin veil and a splendid dress didn't even look at Li Zijin, and walked straight by, an ordinary man, not even worthy of appearing in her sight, just an ant. Even if it is some young Junyan of the Immortal Sect on the mountain, the so-called cultivation seeds and sword immortal embryos, in her eyes, they are just a bigger head and a decent looking ant, which is not much different from the former.

In the end, there was the man in brocade clothes and precious objects, and when he passed by Li Zijin, he smiled and joked, and he was speechless. If the woman with the tulle on her face is because she has a kind of arrogance in her bones and despises the world, then this man in brocade clothes seems to have been born in the environment that caused him to become like this, and he is not really noble with this mentality, but just pretending to be noble.

Others wear swords, he also wears swords, others chant poems, raise fish and walk birds, and he also learns.

However, what he learned and what he was born with are two realms after all, and it is difficult for him to fit in, so he has to work hard to be a noble son in front of those who are lower.

Li Zijin didn't go to fight them, the exit was narrow, so the young man turned sideways, stood aside and waited for them to go out first, and then followed him out of the station.

It's just that the black-clothed girl at the front has already walked out a lot, and suddenly turned around again and said to Li Zijin: "Your sword... Not so good. ”

Li Zijin was stunned on the spot, looked left and right, and after finding that there was no one else, he stretched out a finger, pointed at himself and asked, "Me?"

The girl in black nodded, in fact, she didn't want to do more, but she really couldn't help this kind of good teacher in the matter of the sword, although she also knew that her problem was wrong and had to be changed, but it was still often like this, which gave the white-haired old woman who was a servant a headache, but she couldn't say anything serious to her own young lady.

He felt a little funny, it was the first time someone said that the Cuiqu sword was not very good, even if it was the teacher Xie Yufeng, earlier in the bamboo forest of the Wuding River, he also praised the Cuiqu sword, saying that it was a rare good sword, about the origin of this sword, when the young man was "playing in the mountains and rivers" with Su Hu, he had heard her mention it, saying that it was an ancient sword, from a sale, from a well-known sword sect, a female sword cultivator bought from the hands of a woman's sword cultivator, and it was worth a lot of money.

The magic weapon rank on the mountain in the world is actually nothing more than four kinds:

Spiritual weapons, magic weapons, holy weapons, and immortal weapons.

There are also sayings that they are spiritual soldiers, magic soldiers, holy soldiers, and immortal soldiers.

Each rank is divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

It all depends on that magic weapon, whether it is used for attack, or a weapon for self-defense, or whether it contains the mystery of the formation.

There are only four kinds of magic weapons, but there are dozens of types, if you want to count the branches and derivatives of these dozens of magic weapons, then in fact, there are hundreds of types of magic weapons in the world.

The three sects of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are decent holy relics, and there are countless divine swords of the famous sword sect.

The eighteen weapons of the soldiers.

The doctor's exquisite box, the glazed tower, the farmer's grass mirror, the Yin-Yang family's heavenly machine umbrella, and the Mo's machine beast.

The three religions and hundreds of schools, each showing their magical powers, and there are countless magic weapons and holy relics.

In addition, not to mention the side door left way, three thousand Taoist techniques, ghost tricks, evil demon outer way, these can be called "not into the stream" of the small sect, and the magic weapons under them are also numerous, and there are many types.

And in the final analysis, these hundreds or thousands of types of magic weapons can be counted as three.

Attack, defend, and array.

Such as the Cuiqu sword, is the attack magic weapon is not brilliant, but in the word "guard", but the ancient sword with ease, the rank is a high-grade magic weapon, although there is still a lot of distance from the holy weapon, but it is also a treasure in the eyes of ordinary sword cultivation, for Li Zijin, who is now only a sword cultivator in the second realm, the Cuiqu sword will not insult the young man's swordsmanship at all, but the young man has to consider how he can maximize the power of the Cuiqu sword.

If the realm of a Qi Refiner is not enough, it will only affect the power of the magic weapon in his hand and greatly reduce it, so the same magic weapon will have different power in the hands of people in different realms.

I heard that the great monks above the earth immortals, even if they use ordinary spiritual weapons, can fight back and forth with the magic weapons of low-level monks.

This also includes an "application" of the magic weapon, which is a relatively obscure technique, and ordinary monks are not allowed to enter it.

But the girl in black's "use" of the sword, in fact, can already be called everyone, she said that "the sword is not very good", then it must be targeted.

Seeing Li Zijin's puzzled eyes, the girl in black blurted out: "It's not that your sword is not very good, but that you, using this sword, are not very good, can you understand?"

The white-haired old woman smiled bitterly and reminded: "Miss, we should go, there are not many Xianjia ferries in Yong'andu, if you miss it again today, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with the Chaoxue Festival." ”

It's really not that she is a subordinate who wants to point fingers at her own young lady, but that the master and servant have traveled this time, and it has come to the day of returning home, after the Chaoxue Festival, they will go back to the sect to resume their lives, and this Yan country will be Yong'an crossing, there will rarely be a fairy ferry docking, and the monks on the side of the Yan country are extremely rare, except for a Yunxia Mountain, there is no more immortal sect on the mountain, even if it is a sect that can't take it, it is not much.

Immortal Sect is hard to find, and the monks who want to ask for immortality will naturally not gather here, but go to those lands in other states that are all over the mountains of Immortal Sects, and one and a half will cause the mountain people in Canggeng Prefecture to become increasingly scarce.

Fortunately, there is also a Wind Thunder City that can not only produce sword immortals, but also cast swords, as well as a Yunxia Mountain with many fairies and everyone like a phoenix, which acts as the mountain façade of Canggeng Prefecture.

Otherwise, a Canggeng Prefecture will undoubtedly be at the bottom of Fuyao Kyushu, but even so, today's Canggeng Prefecture is still the second-to-last ranking in Fuyao Kyushu, only better than the Pujia Prefecture adjacent to Canggeng.

It is precisely because of this that the Xianjia ferry in the world, there are very few people who come to Yong'andu, as short as three months, and as long as one or two years without seeing one, it can really be said that the talent is withering, which will lead to no monks to take the Xianjia ferry.

There are not many monks, so naturally there are no immortal ferries willing to dock at Yong'andu and make a loss-making deal, unless it is some specific days, such as the morning snow festival in the mouth of the white-haired old woman, it is a good day for the monks on the mountain to gather together.

Every time before the Morning Snow Festival, even if it is like a pool of stagnant water in Canggengzhou, there will be one or two Xianjia ferries docked, in order to "accept the world's monks and gather in the sleepless mountain".

Regardless of the number of monks who take the Xianjia ferry, the round-trip expenses of the Xianjia ferry are all paid by Buyeshan, and its strong financial resources can be seen.