Li Zijin didn't bother his little junior sister who suddenly started to practice swords seriously, just glanced at Hong Shao's back a little more, and then left in a hurry.

Leaning over and passing through the corridor quickly, his steps are light and unobtrusive.

Unconsciously, the young man was already like a spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently, and quietly used the body method taught to him by the elder of the pavilion.

It is used in every ordinary moment, and it is practiced all the time.

ran a long way, and deliberately went out of the sight of the little junior sister Hong Shao, lest she see herself, so she refused to practice swordsmanship again.

Li Zijin came to the bottom of the upside-down waterfall to look for the teleportation circle that could teleport to the city that never sleeps.

The young man stepped into the teleportation circle, and then went to the long street of the restaurant, and loaded ten catties of sword south to burn the spring.

Naturally, it was not the ordinary wine gourd that his mentor Xie Yufeng had, but the bright red Tibetan sword gourd that the elder temporarily lent to the young man that could warm the flying sword.

The restaurant on the long street of the restaurant that sells Jiannan Burning Spring, I have seen many mountain refiners coming and going, and I am naturally no stranger to the Tibetan sword gourd.

So Li Zijin has been waiting for the sentence "Wow, Childe, your wine gourd, it's a bit powerful." "Didn't show up.

The boy touched the back of his head, laughed at his unintentional childlike innocence, and said to himself: "Why are you so adult, and you are still so naïve." ”

Suddenly, I couldn't laugh again.

After turning over this year, he will only be sixteen years old at the beginning of spring next year.

When you think about it this way, you're not that big.

Can a teenager grow a teenager?

So in those fleeting teenage years.

Actually, it's okay to be naïve.

Boy.

Go on a rampage, go high-spirited, go sharp.

Go and hit yourself on the head and break the blood, and then quietly lick the wound in a no-man's land.

To fight against oneself, to do whatever it takes.

To chase a ridiculous dream that is out of reach.

Go and meet a person who misses the mountains and seas.

Do the things that you can't do after this age.

That's what a young man should go through.

In addition to reading, walking in the world, you must always break some constraints.

Because the rules and constraints of youth are the lightest and most weightless.

With the youth no longer young, with the years continue to change.

The worldly restraints will become heavier and heavier, so heavy that they will bend the boy's backbone, and then smooth the boy's edges and corners, and finally the boy's face will be stained with wind and frost, and the thin body will have to shoulder the weight of a mountain.

Let those dreams when I was young, I don't even dare to think about it anymore.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Zijin felt terrible.

He came back to his senses and carefully hung the bright red Tibetan sword glove containing a full ten catties of Jiannan Burning Spring on his waist, and felt a sinking pressure all over his body.

It's a little heavy, but it's fine.

Li Zijin, who has both the foundation of sword cultivation in the Soul Building Realm and has just refined a mouthful of martial arts true qi, has a lot of hard bones.

Yesterday, I still felt hot on my forehead and a little dizzy, but I didn't want to recover after a good night's sleep. He stretched out his fists and kicks, and he was bouncing around.

It's that there are some places on my body that have experienced last night's battle, and it is inevitable that I will be sore.

I drank on the long street of the restaurant.

When passing by an overcrowded restaurant, he couldn't help but slow down and set his eyes on the table sitting at the entrance of the restaurant's lobby.

A family of three, happy and happy.

The pace picked up in an instant.

As if there was no ten-pound Jiannan Burning Spring hanging on his body, Li Zijin's footsteps were still a lot faster.

Some scenery, some women, no matter how beautiful they are, they should not be seen for a long time.

After watching it for a long time, it is inevitable that you can't take your eyes off it and fall into it.

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In the library building.

The old man and the swordsman sat together on the bookshelf.

The two of them also dangled back and forth with their legs dangling in the air.

The young swordsman secretly glanced at the old man beside him, probably the elder also has a childlike heart, right?

After all, the old man holding the bright red Tibetan sword gourd beside him at this moment is slurding and drinking Jiannan Burning Spring, and he can drink the usual ten-day amount in one day. He was so happy that he laughed like a child.

Therefore, when Li Zijin came to the third floor of the library today, the old man didn't even punch, but with that unpredictable figure, he instantly flashed to the young man's side, and unknowingly touched the bright red wine gourd on Li Zijin's waist, and then uncorked and looked up for a heavy drink.

Li Zijin watched the old man drinking up close, and felt something.

I learned that the reason why Ge Lao didn't leak a drop of wine was because he went in countless directions in an instant, took all the wine droplets that kept spilling back into the wine gourd, and then continued to drink.

The young man thought to himself, if he practiced that mysterious body method to the fullest, he must be able to have this incredible speed.

It's almost like one place in the mind, and one place in the body.

And according to Li Zijin's observation, the old man is even close to the point where he won't even appear in the afterimage.

If this body method can be practiced to the realm of the elder pavilion, it can also confuse the opponent, and it is extremely mysterious.

"Is there any snow outside?" the barefoot old man in ragged clothes suddenly said this sentence in his hometown dialect with a smile in his eyes.

Li Zijin was struck by lightning.

How could he not understand this?

Taiping County dialect.

Or rather······ That is the Yangui County dialect today.

Could it be that the old man in front of him is the same as himself, he is a citizen of Yangui County?!

"Not yet, today is the first day of morning snow. Li Zijin also changed to his hometown dialect, which he hadn't spoken for a long time, and said to the old man.

"The little baby is really my fellow villager. Ge Lao squinted and smiled, and gently patted Li Zijin's back with a broad and powerful palm.

didn't use much force, but it made the boy feel like he had been hammered, and he almost didn't cough up blood······

Compared to the young man, in fact, this elder has not spoken the dialect of his hometown for a longer time.

However, what is commendable is that after so many years, the old man's native accent has not changed.

Li Zijin felt a little sorry for the old man in front of him, and felt that he had no children to serve by his side, so he often sat alone at night, talking to himself in the dialect of his hometown. In this way, after 50 years, the local accent has not changed.

As soon as he had this thought in his heart, the young man was hammered by the old man with a chestnut on the back of the head, but this chestnut, the old man gave it quite lightly, and it would not hurt him at all.

It's just a little painful.

Li Zijin shrank back, pointed to the old man beside him and said, "You really know what I think!"

The elder of the pavilion with his hair scattered was too lazy to think about his actions for a few years, but just glanced at him and spit out two words, "Nonsense." ”

The dignified Ten Realm Martial Immortals, close at hand, if you can't even grasp the mind of a One Realm Martial Artist, old man, I have been fooling for so many years?

The young man next to him, with a strange face, jumped straight off the bookshelf, a little away from the barefoot old man, thought for a moment, traced it back, thought about whether he had any more private thoughts in this library in the past, and also showed it to the old man.

The one on the bookshelf didn't bother him, just hummed a little song from his hometown, and it was very comfortable.

The old man coldly raised the bright red Tibetan sword gourd, sighed and said, "Why is it that ten catties of sword south burns in the spring, I don't feel it at all······"

Thinking that this can't work, I have to temper and temper the muscles and bones of that stinky boy again, and let him bring some Jiannan Burning Spring back next time, and drink enough at one time.

Thinking of this, the old man's figure flashed slightly, and he instantly appeared in front of the young swordsman, squinting his eyes with a smile, and raising his hand is a punch.

Li Zijin reacted suddenly and dodged a punch.

Ge Lao's punch missed, it didn't matter, it was another punch, and it still missed.

Before Li Zijin could be proud, the old man sneered, suddenly sped up, and punched Li Zijin from an unbelievable angle, instantly knocking him out.

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When Li Zijin woke up from the outside of the library, it was getting late, and the sun was about to go west.

"Senior brother, you're awake. ”

The girl Hongshao, holding a long sword from nowhere, looked at Li Zijin lying on the ground with a smile.

He rolled his eyes and scolded with a smile: "It's really hard wings, now I don't know how to care about my senior brother, and I still laugh so happily when I see my senior brother being beaten?!"

Previously, whenever Li Zijin was fed by the elder pavilion, and then kicked the young man out of the Buyeshan Library, when he opened his eyes, he could always see the little junior sister Hong Shao's extremely concerned expression.

The girl bit her lip and helped him sit up in a worried tone.

It's good now, he didn't help Li Zijin get up, and he didn't have that concerned look, but he still looked gloating.

Hong Shao pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the place beside him, the female Sword Immortal Yunmeng was wearing a thin veil and was standing not far away, also holding a long sword upside down, nodding at Li Zijin.

Li Zijin stiffened up with a carp, stood up, and clasped his fists towards the senior who didn't like to call her senior, "Thank you Yunmeng Fairy for your guidance." ”

The young man obviously saw that the long sword in the hand of the little junior sister Hong Shao at this time was temporarily borrowed from the female sword fairy Yunmeng.

And Yun Meng is holding the long sword upside down at the moment, and Hong Shao is also holding the long sword upside down.

The sword postures of the two are almost the same, and it is not difficult to analyze that it was the female sword fairy Yunmeng who put down her body and was instructing Hongshao's swordsmanship.

Regarding Yunmeng's strength, Li Zijin had witnessed it with his own eyes, and that night, the sky of the entire sleepless mountain was illuminated by the sky-piercing sword qi of the female sword immortal.

The sword qi rushed into the sky, and even set off gusts of wind, breaking countless branches around the jade small building.

However, that night, Li Zijin also had a harvest, and through Guanyun Meng's sword, he comprehended the sword intent to enhance the lethality of the sword, which was of great benefit to the young man's kendo.

Therefore, such a female sword immortal who can teach the world to change color with a sword in her hand, and being willing to guide her little junior sister is really a blessing for Hong Shao.

Yun Meng waved his hand and smiled at Hong Shao: "Since your senior brother is awake, I won't bother you." ”

The figure of the female sword fairy flashed, and she disappeared on the Partridge Peak in an instant.

Leave a fragrant fragrance for a while, rich and deep.

The senior brother and the little junior sister jumped together and stepped over the teleportation circle on Partridge Peak.

And the barefoot old man sitting on the third floor of the library building, with a smile in his eyes, watched the young girl leave, and glanced at the gradually disappearing sunset in the sky.

The old man was a little sad, reminiscing about the taste of Jiannan's burning spring, and said to himself: "The sunset is infinitely good, but it's just near dusk." ”