Li Zijin Zhen has never been willing to drink the last cup of Jiannan Burning Spring, as if after drinking this cup of wine, he can no longer smell the mellow fragrance of his familiar hometown.

He casually took out a pale paper figure from his baggage, which was given to him by the beautiful woman in the Kunpeng Ferry Treasure Building.

As soon as the pale paper man came out, he was gently pushed to the wine table by the young man, and began to put his hands on his waist and look at Li Zijin over there, but unfortunately he had no eyes, otherwise he really looked like a resentful woman at this moment, there should be a complaint in his eyes, and his tone should be complaining, blaming the young man in green shirts, why didn't he get it out for a stroll these days, it stayed alone in the baggage, and it was about to be suffocated!

Li Zijin looked happy, those sorrows, suddenly disappeared, one hand supported his chin, smiled from ear to ear, and over there with the pale paper figure with his hands on his hips and a "resentful" head on his head, his eyes were facing each other.

Wide-eyed staring.

People will be lonely, and I can't imagine that pale paper people will too!

Li Zijin couldn't help but think of a question, those immortals who were already above the golden pill could resist the wind and sword and swim in the clouds, wouldn't that be even more ungrounded? Wouldn't that be the higher the realm of cultivation, the more lonely they were?

Floating in the sky all day long, overlooking the earth with the wind, all of them are guests in the clouds, all of them are people in the sky, busy practicing swords, busy asking about longevity, will there be leisure and leisure, can calm down, accompany three or five friends, sit in the restaurant, and taste a pot of wine?

Even if the qi refiners in the Immortal Sect on a mountain have already taken root in the sect, most of them will still only concentrate on cultivation, and if it is not a major event of the sect, they will hardly show their faces.

The roots of the people under the mountain are often in their hometowns, in small towns, in an old yard full of peach blossoms and locust trees, under the locust trees, there will be old people, reclining on a chair that is also old, and enjoying the shade under the shade.

There may be a child on the street corner, holding a paper kite, chasing and playing, frolicking in the market, being caught by his parents, and being beaten again, but he will smile and wave goodbye to his partner, and his eyes are full of writing tomorrow.

Such a root, even if a person travels far away, even if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, he can still drive slowly and return slowly.

But the roots of the people on the mountain, in the previous decades, may also be like the people under the mountain, when they want to return to their roots, they will return to their roots, but after decades, or even a hundred years, that town, the old courtyard is still full of peach blossoms, and the annual rings of the locust tree have dozens or hundreds of circles, and the old man is also sitting under the tree, but he is no longer his relatives.

It is difficult to cultivate immortals, and it is difficult for ten thousand people to cultivate the Tao, and it is difficult to become one.

There are thousands of cities and towns in the world, how many immortals can there be in a city?

The vast majority of people, even if they are pretentious when they are young, and when they reach middle age, they have to accept their mediocrity and accept the fact that they are just ordinary people.

And those so-called proud sons of the sky, the seeds of cultivation that are one out of ten thousand, on the Changsheng Bridge where thousands of troops and horses have crossed the single-plank bridge, they have overcome thorns and thorns, braved the wind and waves, and become among the Jindan, among the Yuanying, prolong their lives, and live forever for a hundred years and thousands of years.

Looking back, how many people are behind you?

A hundred years later, former friends and relatives are just a handful of loess, a name on the tombstone, a drop of sea water in the sea of memory, and a grain of sand under your feet.

Small and distant, like a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.

The years will dilute the sea, bury the grains of dust, and slowly erase the past of a celestial pride, erasing it without revealing a trace, just like the roots of a mountain man have never appeared.

After that, those mountain immortal masters, the earth immortals of Jindan Yuanying, omnipotent in the eyes of mortals, and the clouds with vast magical powers, could only move the "root" to the sect.

Can the root at this time still be called a root?

This is still the Qi Refiner who can leave his name on the spectrum among those mountain immortal sects, the so-called "famous and upright", and there are still some who are destined to be like rootless duckweed, wandering in the mountains and forests.

That's the real solitude, standing alone.

The people under the mountain, the carriages and horses travel slowly, and they can still slowly return to their hometowns.

The people on the mountain leap over the mountains and seas, but they can only be rootless duckweed.

The gods on the mountain are amazing, the wind and the sword, shrinking the ground into inches, the magic weapon talisman, the teleportation array, the fairy ferry, there are many means, and you can travel thousands of miles a day.

But after all, there are some places where you can't go back no matter how fast you fly.

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The three days of summer, passed in the blink of an eye, today is the last day of the sword line, and it is also the last day of the "four days of summer" in the "spring, summer, autumn and winter" of the mountain morning snow festival in the sleepless mountain.

After asking the sword line, Jiang Xiang should have been the shortlist, but the "outer disciple of the farmer's family" had already said goodbye.

This makes Buyeshan quite a headache, it is impossible to let Li Zijin and Jiang Xiang compete with each other in vain, right?

Therefore, after discussing with several old people who are relatively high in the seats of the Patriarch Hall, Yuan Tiancheng decided to tentatively designate Li Zijin as the shortlisted person to make up for Jiang Xiang's vacancy.

Of course, in order to convince the public and avoid those who watched the battle, there were some rumors about a person who obviously lost and why he was shortlisted, so Yuan Tiancheng just said "tentative".

If anyone thinks they can defeat Li Zijin, then go on stage and try.

Most people don't really care if Li Zijin breaks the rules, they just feel that if only others can break the rules, but they can't break them, that's what annoys them.

Therefore, Yuan Tiancheng's move is equivalent to breaking the rules for Li Zijin at the same time, as well as those sword cultivators who are dissatisfied and feel that Li Zijin should not be shortlisted.

When you taste the sweetness, shut up naturally.

Originally, Li Zijin refused, thinking that rules are rules, and no matter who they are, they should not exceed the rules.

It's just that not only Buye Mountain, but even those Qi Refiners who have watched the young man compete with Jiang Xiang have a lot of support for him to be shortlisted.

Because the swordsmanship of the young man in the green shirt is so wonderful, it can be said to be wonderful, although he lost to that Jiang Xiang, it did not affect Li Zijin's status in this group of sword cultivators, and it was reasonable to say that although he was defeated, he was still glorious.

Even the young sect master of Yanyu Building, who defeated the genius sword cultivation of Zhenwu Mountain with one sword, the girl in black admitted that even if she faced that Jiang Xiang, she didn't dare to say that she was nine out of ten, and the two of them might be between five and five, and even that Jiang Xiang would have a better chance of winning.

The rest of the sword cultivators who were shortlisted for the last day of the sword shop also nodded their heads to admit Li Zijin's strength, agreed that he would be shortlisted, and conduct the final round of sword questioning with this group of sword cultivators, and elect the top three in this year's Chaoxue Festival.

In this way, after soliciting the opinions of several elders of the Immortal Mountain Patriarch Hall, the rest of the shortlisted sword cultivators, and the vast number of Fuyao Kyushu Qi Refiners who had watched Li Zijin's swordsmanship and wanted to continue to watch the young man fight.

Only then did Yuan Tiancheng cross out the word "tentative" on Li Zijin's head, so that he was officially shortlisted for the final competition with the remaining three sword cultivators, including Ming Ye.

Li Zijin stood under the sword platform, there were many sword cultivators on the left and right, but they didn't get too close to him, and the young man scratched his head.

Am I going to eat people or what?

On the Asking Sword Stage, it was Ming Ye and another young man who was unknown, but he was able to defeat several Sleepless Mountain Sword Cultivators in a row and enter the final round of the Asking Sword Practice, but it seemed that he should be the oldest of the four Sword Cultivators.

That Cangyun Sword Sect Ding Yu is only twelve years old this year.

And Li Zijin is not yet sixteen.

The girl will only be fifteen years old tomorrow night.

Therefore, the young man who was on the sword platform at the moment and wanted to compete with Tomorrow Night naturally became the eldest of the four.

Li Zijin was bored, listening to the chat between the two qi refiners behind him, and in his words, it seemed that he was talking about the young sword cultivator on the stage, and he quickly pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what kind of divine this guy was.

"Eh, have you heard, the one on the right, is a fairy with a lot of money and can't run out, and his swordsmanship is sparse, but every time he buys the opponent in advance, so that he can be shortlisted all the way to this round. ”

"Oh, how come I don't know, where did you get the news?"

"Yesterday, I lost to his disciple Zhao Shisan, who was a disciple of the Sleepless Mountain, and secretly told me that he swept the floor in the Sleepless Mountain Square at night, and I happened to pass by, and chatted with him for a while, and talked about the rise, and the kid saw that I was holding a pot of drunken spring breeze in my hand, and immediately drank it with me, and after a few glasses of wine, he quietly told me that this person bought a shortlisted one for ten small full money. Zhao Shisan also said that he thought about it for a while at that time, and found a Li Zijin, a Jiang Xiang, a Ming Ye, and a Ding Yu, and he knew that he would definitely not be able to enter the top three and go to the library, so he agreed to come down and use the opportunity to be shortlisted in exchange for ten small full coins. ”

Li Zijin was surprised: "This is okay?!"

The young man turned his head to look at the sword platform, and found that the incense had been lit, and before he could make a move tomorrow night, he found that the young sword cultivator pulled out his sword, which turned out to be a gold-plated and jade-inlaid sword.

It is full of fairy money, Li Zijin roughly estimated, there are dozens of frost coins on the hilt of the sword alone, and the sword body is almost piled up with hundreds of small full coins, gilded at the bottom, inlaid with fairy money outside, the tip of the sword is especially golden, and there is actually a stunning money on it!

Even the young sect master of the Yanyu Building was startled tomorrow night, looking at the posture of the young man drawing his sword, he thought it was some kind of great half-immortal soldier, as for the immortal soldier, there was no need to think about it, the whole world was swaying, there were only a handful, and it was not something that could be bought with money alone.

As long as it is a magic weapon that is on the rank of immortal soldiers, it is the magic weapon of the immortal sects on the major mountains in the world, and it is not for sale, and no amount of immortal money can buy it.

As for the immortal soldiers, those attacking magic weapons, especially the immortal sword, are even rarer.

The magic weapon of the immortal family on the mountain of the world is the magic weapon of the four realms, which are spiritual weapons, magic weapons, holy weapons, and immortal weapons, and each realm is nothing more than the upper, middle and lower three levels.

In fact, even the holy weapons are already extremely rare, and only the bearers of the Immortal Sect on Yizhou Mountain will have the magic weapon of the Immortal Family in the Holy Weapon Realm.

As for the fairy sword, there is no need to say more.

In ancient times, there were only ten fairy swords, and there are only seven or eight left, and there are still two or three fairy swords, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Moreover, the fairy sword is not something that ordinary monks can control, even in the Jindan Realm, it cannot exert the power of the fairy sword.

The reason why the fairy sword is called the fairy sword is because it has almost no upper limit, and after the fairy sword recognizes the master, it will improve with the realm of the person holding the sword, and improve with the master.

What's even more amazing is that every fairy sword will give birth to a sword spirit.

The starting point of the realm is the golden pill, and it will also improve with the improvement of the master's realm, but the improvement of the sword spirit is closer to the cultivation of the qi refiner, and it also needs to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and absorb the aura of heaven and earth into the body.

Therefore, it is completely possible to look at a sword spirit as a qi refiner.

And he is also the kind of Qi Refiner who has no bottleneck, and he breaks through the realm extremely quickly.

It's just that the young sword cultivator from Baihua Prefecture in front of him, although he is rich, the one in his hand is not a fairy sword, but an inferior magic weapon.

Although it was covered in gold and jade, and inlaid with fairy money, it couldn't change the fact that it was just an inferior magic weapon.

Ming Ye's face was expressionless, and after only a glance, he knew that the root of the sword in the young sword cultivator's hand, the inferior magic weapon, and the two high-grade holy weapons on her back were completely incomparable.

And this young sword cultivator is in the realm of paper paste at first glance.

It's just that for some reason, every time he fights with those opponents, they are always full of flaws, as if they deliberately let him win.

The girl couldn't figure it out, but in the face of such a papier-mâché sword cultivator, even the long sword in her hand was full of bells and whistles, and she didn't bother to use the sword at all.

The person in front of him is outside the gold and jade, and he is ruined.

The man smiled: "The girl's swordsmanship is superb, Qian thinks that she is not an opponent, and she doesn't dare to hope that she can defeat the girl, I only hope that the girl will show mercy under the sword, so that Qian will not lose too ugly, and Qian will ······ afterwards"

Before the words "there must be heavy thanks" were spoken, Qian Wansan was rushed over by the girl in black, raised her hand and slapped it, stretched out her leg and kicked it, and directly gave Qian Wansan, who was holding the golden jade sword, flew out, flew out of the sword platform in an instant, and fell under the sword platform.

This time, he fell solidly, and several guys who looked like guards came one after another, helped Qian Wansan up, and said, "Young master, are you okay?"

I didn't bother to watch it tomorrow night, so I stepped down directly.

Yuan Tiancheng also grew his mouth, and looked at that Qian Wansan with his own eyes, in an arc, and was kicked out of the sword platform. The old man then coughed and said, "Ask the sword in this field, and win tomorrow night." ”

Li Zijin looked around and found that many people were looking at him, their eyes full of anticipation, all waiting for him to come to the stage and duel with Ding Yu of the Cangyun Sword Sect.

The winner of the two will go to face the young sect master of Yanyu Building.

The words are few, the sword is fast, like a girl walking out of a painting, tomorrow night.

Yuan Tiancheng looked at Li Zijin motionless, hesitating in place, and the old man laughed angrily: "Li Zijin, everyone is waiting for you to go up to the sword platform, what are you still rubbing there?"

As soon as the old man said this, he asked many upright sword cultivators under the sword stage to laugh, not to laugh at the young man's hesitation, but to laugh good-naturedly, laughing at him for being too shy, he should take advantage of the opportunity, so grinding and chirping is not cool, and he is not a girl.

"Go!"

"Li Zijin, come on, my net worth and life are all bet on you to win!"

"Rush Rush!"

Youjian Xiu smiled and encouraged the young man to hurry up, he won the money early!

There is no doubt that there is also a sword cultivator sitting in the village today, but the dealer has changed people. The previous one, a few days ago, because Li Zijin actually defeated Xu Tianyu, a genius sword cultivator in the Sleepless Mountain, caused him to lose 200 frost money from Yunmeng and Jiang Xiang, and he lost a lot of money.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man raised his hand and hugged his fist to everyone, then jumped and flew onto the sword platform.

On the sword platform, a green shirt fluttered in the wind, even in the magic circle enchantment, there was no spiritual power flowing in his body, and the young man in green shirt with the sword behind him looked more and more immortal.

Qi Changsheng of the Cangyun Sword Sect patted the shoulder of his junior brother Ding Yu, smiled and nodded, without saying much.

A thousand words, all in words.

What should be taught, his senior brother has taught it, and what should be said has been said in the past few days.

As for being able to comprehend how many percent and whether there is progress, it all depends on the comprehension of the little junior brother Ding Yu, after working hard enough, there is no need to pay too much attention to whether he has improved his realm, and when he should come to break through the realm, he will naturally come.

Although the master called this "doing one's best and obeying the destiny of heaven."

But Qi Changsheng prefers another way of saying it.

But don't ask about the harvest.