Li Zijin was dizzy, trying to keep his eyes open, trying to see the appearance of the mysterious sword cultivator.

It was found that the man was slender, white-clothed and snowy, carrying a pitch-black and narrow ancient sword.

"Dare to ask who the seniors are?" Li Zijin held the Cuiqu sword upside down and asked curiously.

The white-clothed sword cultivator also raised his hand and clenched his fist at the young swordsman in the green shirt, and said with a smile: "Blowing Snow Sword Sect, Ye Shixue." ”

The young man returned the salute with his fists, "The younger generation is a wild cultivator, Li Zijin." ”

Ye Shixue nodded, and asked the young man in green shirt who played a good sword with a smile: "Ye Moufang just took a sip of wine before watching Xiaoyou practice swords, if I am not mistaken, is it 'not drunk'?"

Li Zijin nodded, pointed to the wine gourd that was put aside by him, and said, "It's true that he is not drunk, and Senior Ye is also a person who understands wine?"

"A little bit of it, a little bit of it. The man laughed heartily, "In the past, I heard that there was a martial arts master, who fought after drinking, combining rigidity and softness, moving quickly and calmly, and having both form and spirit, and today I am fortunate to see Xiaoyou with a drunken sword in one hand. ”

Li Zijin touched the back of his head and sneered: "Senior Ye praised it falsely, and the younger generation deserved it, but it was just a whim, thinking about whether I could make the boring sword practice add a little fun, but I didn't think that I happened to be bumped into by the seniors, and the younger generations were ugly." ”

The white-clothed sword cultivator hurriedly said in a deep voice: "What kind of sacrifice is ugly, but you are not allowed to be arrogant, for sword cultivation, the most important thing is to have self-confidence when you take out the sword, if you are not confident enough, you will be timid before the sword, how can you fight with others? Since Xiaoyou can realize a set of drunken swords, it means that you are a prodigy in sword practice." What happened to Yamazawa Yexiu? If you want me to see, Xiaoyou's swordsmanship is much more powerful than those so-called kendo geniuses who claim to be famous in the Sword Sect. Let's ask a world, how many people can abandon the broad road paved by their predecessors, calm down and ponder sword moves, create their own swordsmanship, and cross this single-plank bridge?"

Originally, he Li Zijin was modest, but he didn't expect this senior to be such a serious person, and when he saw that he spoke a little tactfully, he taught himself a lesson on the spot. He knew that this senior was out of good intentions, so he would tell him so much.

This made Li Zijin even more embarrassed, so he could only nod and respond: "Senior Ye taught me a lesson." Then he patted his chest and said with a radiant expression: "The younger generation will be full of confidence when he comes out with a sword in the future, haha." ”

Ye Shixue smiled with satisfaction: "Eh, that's right, a young man should be full of vitality, a sword is handed out, it should be as dazzling as this sun." ”

Li Zijin felt that what Senior Ye said was somewhat similar to his own empathy for the landscape, refining the sword into one point and condensing it on the tip of the sword, which was both dazzling and deadly.

The white-clothed sword cultivator suddenly asked: "This drunken sword, Ye is also interested, I wonder if Ye can practice sword with Xiaoyou?"

Li Zijin just looked at this person's weather from a distance, and knew that his realm was not low, some of which were close to the female sword immortal Tang Yin, and when he was still in Yunxia Mountain, the scholar Liang Jing once said that Tang Yin was in the Nine Realms. So the man in front of him, the weather is so close to the female sword immortal, how can he say that he must have the strength of the eight realms upwards, right?

This kind of realm, not to mention that the other party definitely disdains the swordsmanship of "stealing" his own swordsmanship, let's just say that even if the other party wants to learn, he doesn't have to ask his own opinion at all. Therefore, there is such a question, it is really this senior Ye who is thoughtful and does not take advantage of the young man at all.

Li Zijin has no doubt that as long as he says a word, the other party will definitely turn around and leave.

The boy nodded, "Yes." ”

The white-clothed sword fairy smiled and picked up the young swordsman's wine gourd, raised his head, took a big sip of not getting drunk into his throat, and the wine was strong, and even this sword immortal was flushed.

It's not that the Nine Realms Sword Immortal can't resist the drunkenness, it's that he was going to learn from that young man, and he was not drunk when he pursued the sword in the drunkenness. The second is the matter of drinking, and I have always tried to get drunk and rest, but I want to be hearty and happy.

What's the point of forcibly using realm cultivation to stabilize the mind and resist drunkenness, or to force fine wine out of your fingertips?

Inside the Wind Listening Pavilion.

The white-clothed sword fairy Ye picks up the snow, and the green-shirted swordsman Li Zijin practices swords together.

When Ye Shixue practiced swords, he completely blocked his spiritual power, abandoning the identity of a qi refiner or even a sword immortal.

At this moment, in this situation, he is just a swordsman, just like the young man.

There is no glorious flowing sword qi, and there is no overwhelming spiritual power sweeping.

Just out of the sword, that's all.

Before the two knew it, they practiced until dark.

Li Zijin's clothes were already wet, and he was a little embarrassed, but the white-clothed sword fairy Ye Shixue was still calm and relaxed, calm, and quite chic.

Seeing that the young man secretly said to himself, it was indeed a hidden great sword immortal!

The two of them put the sword back into the sheath at the same time, Ye Shixue's fingers slightly touched the two acupuncture points on his shoulder, completely removed the drunkenness, shook his head and smiled: "Ye Mou only learned that your drunken sword is similar to three points, it is really not worth mentioning." It seems that Xiaoyou's drunken sword is difficult for others to imitate, even if it is a hard study, I am afraid it can only be like, not like God, and it has little effect. For Ye, it is a pity, but for Xiaoyou, it is a great joy, and Xiaoyou must carry forward this set of drunken swords in the future. ”

Li Zijin was groggy, his upper and lower eyelids were fighting wildly, and he couldn't stand on his feet in battle. He was almost about to pass out, but he didn't forget to nod, but he couldn't speak, and his voice was vague when he heard Ye Shixue.

Ye Shixue laughed, turned her head to look at the sky, it was time to leave, she was on the way to the sword, passing by this Kunpeng ferry, and suddenly smelled a smell of wine in the Tingfeng Pavilion, which appeared here, and she picked up a treasure without thinking about it, and saw the young man dancing with a sword drunk, scattered and distracted.

And what is even more commendable is that this young man in green shirt has a sword bone, although it is only a sword cultivation in the second realm, the kendo atmosphere is extremely amazing, even in the face of some kendo predecessors, in terms of swordsmanship, it is not much better, this kind of talent, and so hard, not only a sword practice is a day, but also can give up all kinds of kendo predecessors paved the road, and instead concentrate on pondering sword moves, study their own swordsmanship, and create their own swordsmanship.

That's the most precious thing.

Such a heart is extremely rare, and it is not easy, but he can generously let himself practice swords with him in the Tingfeng Pavilion, and he doesn't know how to hide his selfishness at all, and even "doesn't hesitate to teach".

The more the white-clothed sword cultivator thought about it, the more he felt that following the young man was like a friend at first sight, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was already drunk and unadult-looking, the two of them would have to listen to the breeze and bright moon in the wind pavilion, and worship as brothers with different surnames on the spot.

Ye Shixue suddenly said "Huh", and she sensed that outside the Tingfeng Pavilion, under the corridor, there was a young girl with a good face, wearing an emerald smoke pleated skirt, and had been waiting there for a long time.

He smiled, and with a finger of his hand, he threw the young swordsman in green shirt, along with the wine gourd next to him, to the girl over there.

The kite held Li Zijin who appeared out of thin air, and caught the wine gourd, and the girl opened her mouth in surprise, "Childe?"

Why are you drunk like this?

After calling softly to Li Zijin several times in vain. Kite did the most unfamiliar job of a ferry maid again, and helped a drunk young man in a green shirt who was already unsteady to stand all the way from the corridor to the room.

When the two returned to the room, she carried Li Zijin back to the bed, and Kite herself was so tired that she was sweating.

But fortunately, Li Zijin's wine is acceptable, and after getting drunk, at most he mutters something quietly, his voice is inaudible, and he won't go crazy or anything.

So along the way, except for him walking staggeringly, letting the girl desperately support him, causing both of them to stumble a little, there was actually nothing wrong.

The girl got up and closed the door, brought a basin of hot water for Li Zijin, wiped his face for him, helped him take off his cloth shoes, lifted his legs to the bed, and covered the quilt again, saving him from catching a cold at night.

Extremely considerate and meticulous.

It's just that when he was wiping Li Zijin's sweat, Kite saw the corners of his mouth move slightly, and heard the young man reading something intermittently, vaguely feeling as if it was someone's name.

So the girl in the green shirt and pleated skirt leaned down and put her ear to his mouth so that she could hear Li Zijin's words clearly.

After hearing the name that Li Zijin pronounced when he was drunk.

The girl got up silently and was about to go to the cot behind the curtain.

They had already walked to the side of the small bed, but they turned around again, and finally chose to bring a bench, sat on the bench, lay on the side of his bed with half a body, tilted their heads, turned their backs to his direction, folded their hands, pillowed on their hands, and slowly fell asleep.

Kite kept thinking about the name that Li Zijin shouted in his mouth in confusion.

"Knowing and doing······ Zhi Xing..."

She must be a girl who has captivated the country and the city, Kite thought.

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Yunxia Mountain.

Sect Master Tang Yin has been in retreat for several months. Except for Lu Zhixing, who was both an open door and a closed disciple before the retreat, there was no news.

No one dared to disturb the entire Yunxia Mountain.

The Patriarch Hall of Yunxia Mountain has been a little deserted recently, although the group of old people have held several meetings in the Patriarch Hall in private, but there are many key figures who have not been able to attend, either this one has something to go down the mountain, or that one has something to do and can't come.

Several discussions were dismissed.

That female sword immortal, her prestige in the sect is still quite high, if she is not present, more than half of the seats in the ancestral hall will be empty.

In the Seisen Garden.

A girl in white with a face that really captivates the country and the city, sitting upright in the study, grinding ink with no hands.

The girl rolled up her sleeves in one hand and held a pen in the other.

Take a deep breath, hold your breath and concentrate on the paper, and write your name repeatedly, which is neat and neat.

The words are like their people, and the eyebrows are clear.

The thin paper, which occupied almost the entire desk, was full of Lu Zhixing, Lu Zhixing, Lu Zhixing······

She has had this habit since she was a child, at first, under the supervision of her parents, she forced herself to practice calligraphy every day, and she didn't need to copy any sage articles, so she wrote her name well, and then talked about other things.

The girl's words are now superb.

His father's surname is Lu.

Naming the girl Zhixing, and letting her practice writing her name every day, is to remind the girl all the time.

Knowledge and action are one.

Lu Zhixing was suddenly a little upset, and floated out of the paper.

She stopped her movements, lost her mind for a moment, "looked" at the paper on the table, and wrote a poem in the space at the bottom of the paper.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.