Song Qing'a still handed the sword in his hand to Dai Yunong.

Dai Yunong still waved his hand and explained: "Recently, there have been a lot of strangers here, your things are too precious, I can't afford to pay them back if they are robbed by others." Thinking of the previous scene on the edge of the lake, Dai Yunong actually still has palpitations, and then he is a little indignant.

It seems that there is no royal law in this world, and good things always belong to the stronger.

Song Qing'a no longer insisted on it, and watched Dai Yunong walk out of the yard with a bamboo basket on his back and cloth shoes.

Outside the courtyard wall, Dai Yunong looked at the girl who was holding the door column to see him off, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and then shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

I am all in my thirties, why do I still think about a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl?

Walking to the entrance of the village, the head and tail of Caotou Village formed a sharp contrast, there are a few houses scattered at the end of the village, only Dai Yunong's family still has people living in it, the same is true at the head of the village, Liu Daqian's small house guards the entrance of the village, but it is much more lively in comparison.

A group of people, standing on the side of the road in two separate groups, and several stubbles on the left and right sides.

"What are the little rabbit cubs doing in the city again? Not afraid of being beaten up?" Liu Daqing threw two melon seeds into Dai Yunong's collar.

Dai Yunong just glared at him, Dai Yunong didn't mind Liu Daqing throwing melon seeds at him, but minded that this ruffian exposed his shortcomings like this!

Outside the fence, the young man in the Jade Ding Water Pavilion stared at Dai Yunong with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Dai Yunong turned a blind eye, whether it was on the earth or in the world, Dai Yunong knew a rule, and if he couldn't be provoked, he would hide.

These pretentious gentlemen are like evil spirits, don't look into their eyes, and you will be targeted at a glance.

Dai Yunong lowered his head and shrunk his neck, looking like he was willing to be inferior.

This has nothing to do with backbone, this world is far more realistic and cruel than the original earth, and the poor and rich on the earth are at least human beings.

And this fishing platform is a world of immortals and mortals who can fly against the wind like dogs.

He is not as dead as Liu Daqing, he is not afraid of boiling water, and dares to be arrogant in front of these foreigners, he just wants to live well, and it would be better if he could return to the earth.

"It just so happens that I'm going to the city to buy some pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, let's go together. Dai Yunong was patted on the back, and he subconsciously straightened his waist.

When he was on Earth, he served for two years when he officially participated in archaeological research work, and the matter of being patted on the waist was sensitive, otherwise the old saying on Earth "Regret two years when you are a soldier, and regret it for a while if you are not a soldier." ”

The appearance of Zhan Yancheng instantly quieted down the people on both sides of the road, and at the same time, the eyes of some people looking at Dai Yunong also changed, looking at Dai Yunong who was walking side by side with Zhan Yancheng.

For example, the young man in the Jade Ding Water Pavilion went from contemptuous to gloomy and ruthless.

There is also Qi Maoying, who has turned a blind eye from the beginning, and now at least a glance.

Others feel that it is better to follow fate than to climb.

Zhan Xiaocheng turned a blind eye to these gazes, and Dai Yunong had no choice but to do so.

After the two walked silently for a mile, Zhan Xiaocheng took the lead in breaking the silence and asked: "This river is a branch of the Li River, named Fushui River, from Zhaoyao Mountain down from the north and south to the north, this is the saying that Caotou Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, then this river is called Fushui River, and do you know what road is called this road under your feet?"

Dai Yunong shook his head, he really hadn't thought about it all these years.

Dai Yunong is only fourteen years old now, and Zhan Xiaocheng is still a little shorter, he raised his head to look at Zhan Xiaocheng and asked, "Is there anything important?"

Zhan Xiaocheng stopped, looked down at him and said with a smile: "There is indeed a saying on this road that the first ten miles of the road are called Tongpi, the middle ten miles are called Iron Bone, and the last ten miles are called Jinjin Jingjing. ”

Dai Yunong was a little puzzled, not because a thirty-mile road had three names, but because he had heard of these three names when Liu Daqing was talking about Huang Kan Mountain.

Liu Daqing said that if a mortal wants to cultivate immortals, his qualifications are very important, and his foundation is also very important. If the qualifications are not good, the foundation is good, so that's fine.

Therefore, if you want to practice, you must take the three steps of copper skin, iron bones, and golden tendons.

Cultivation is like climbing a mountain, it is also building a building, and only when the foundation is well laid can the building be built high and strong.

This kind of simple and easy-to-understand truth, Dai Yunong can understand it without Zhan Xiaocheng elaborating.

"I led you a mile just now, just when I knocked on the door for you and asked, the next twenty-nine miles, you can rest assured, go boldly, don't look back!"

Dai Yunong looked very excited, just like a fishing boat saw the lighthouse in the sea of fog, the joy in his heart was too much to write, and Dai Yunong couldn't find a way to express it, so that he was trembling all over, and practice? That is the cultivation of immortals.

Even in the end, Dai Yunong didn't dare to think about what his future path would be.

"Don't be nervous, take a step and give it a try. Zhan Yancheng's voice was very ethereal, which made Dai Yunong can't help but feel a spirit, and his voice seemed to come into Dai Yunong's ears and heart lake from all directions.

It was as if Dai Yunong's mind had been re-detained from all directions.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to take the first step.

Suddenly, a burning sensation hit him.

He let out a heart-rending roar, but he kept his eyes closed, not because he didn't want to open them to see what was going on, but because he couldn't do it at all.

He could hear the sound of fire burning in his ears, and he could hear the crackling of the fire all over his body.

In the end, Dai Yunong was almost lying on the ground and squirming forward, his body was burned black and inhuman, looking horrified, like a thin corpse walking forward in a sea of fire.

Nor did he see that there was a fist-sized, red-hot building suspended above his head.

"What should the people of Heaven do?" Zhan Yancheng's voice was not ethereal, but seemed like a slap in the head, like the bell of the temple and the edict of the heavenly immortals.

"He must first suffer his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty his body, and act chaotically, so he is tempted to endure and benefit what he cannot. In fact, Dai Yunong himself couldn't hear what he was saying, but he knew what he was saying!

"The road is long!" As Zhan Yancheng's voice fell, layers of frost gradually appeared on Dai Yunong's body, and the burning pain all over his body slowly disappeared, and there was more of a sense of coolness all over his body.

Dai Yunong slowly got up and staggered on.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at his arms, I don't know if it was because of blurred vision or hallucinations, he only felt that his arms were now as clear as white jade, and the water seemed to be blown.

He didn't feel pain, but from the initial frost to snow, his body was covered with a thick layer of snow, making him feel like carrying a mountain, struggling to walk, his rickety body, the bones of his whole body creaked, as if he would be crushed by the thick snow at any time!

Above him, the fist-sized building was already twisted and covered with snow, as if it would be suppressed back into Dai Yunong's body in the next moment!

What's even more torturous is that curses sounded in Dai Yunong's mind, and insulting pictures slipped through his mind.

There are many people, from relatives, friends, classmates, and teachers on the earth in the first life, to their biological parents in this life, Liao Ge, Du Yufu, Liu Daqing, the old village chief, and Song Qing'a and even Mr. Zhan, whom he respects the most.

"What is anger control, what is forbearance?" asked again and again, so that Dai Yunong was really exhausted.

Dai Yunong knelt on his knees, his arms firmly supporting the ground, and his whole body was trembling, as if the whole person would be plunged into the snow in the next second.

He pondered the answers, and the thoughts calmed him, and the images of swearing and insults were flipped over like a book.

"What is anger control, what is forbearance?" These two questions are all knowledge from books, but Dai Yunong doesn't want to answer with the answers in books at this time, first, because he got up from the snow at the end of his savings, but it is too early to answer these two questions at this time!

Dai Yunong silently recited the answer in his heart, and he slowly got up and took the first step again.

A gust of wind blew, Dai Yunong was light, because the pressure went too fast and too abruptly, he was unstable and actually fell directly and ate.

He lay on the ground, tilted his head and watched the clouds on the horizon instantly turn ink and surging towards him, like a tide crashing on the shore.

Raindrops the size of soybeans slapped on his face, faintly tingling.

He picked up his strength and got up again, and a gust of wind struck him, more fierce than the immortal spell he had encountered with the young man on the banks of the Fushui River before, like countless whips slashing at his body, like a knife cutting through his skin.

Above him, the inky black bronze building had now turned turquoise, but the original patina was now covered with scratches.

The black clouds pressed on the top, Dai Yunong's body was incomplete, and he was covered in blood, and the wind blew across his body like a crumbling rod on a ruined wall.

A thunderclap sounded, followed by countless streams, each as thick as a mulberry tree at the entrance of Caotou Village.

With each lightning strike, Dai Yunong's body felt as if it had been smashed by a heavy hammer.

He was coughing up blood, and the small building above his head was getting clearer and clearer.

In the end, the fire was burning again, the goose feather snow wanted to crush him again, the wind seemed to want to completely weathered his body into sand, and the thunder tried to hammer him into pulp.

It's just that under Xiaolou, Dai Yunong's body is recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, which also makes him constantly tortured.

As long as Zhan Xiaocheng doesn't make a move, Dai Yunong may continue to suffer like this for the rest of his life, and his body will be constantly tempered......

The small building suddenly grew larger, enveloping Dai Yunong's whole body in it.

It was like a furnace followed by fire, heavy snow, wind, and thunder scorching Dai Yunong's body.

The sound of banging resounded between heaven and earth, just like the sound of the blacksmith shop striking iron in the Ape Wing Mountain.

In Dai Yunong's forehead, a Yuan Dan was condensed, and here was the foundation of all Qi practitioners and wrestlers.

Whether it is a qi practitioner or a wrestler, or a sword cultivator, it all depends on the evolution of a Yuan Dan.

Still on that road, Dai Yunong actually didn't take a single step, he leaned forward, and fell weakly on Zhan Chengcheng's back, he raised his right hand with difficulty and made a gesture of knocking on the door, and muttered: "Knock, climb the mountain......"

Zhan Yancheng smiled slightly, and lifted Dai Yunong upwards on his back.

"Knock, climb. Zhan Xiaocheng knew that Liu Daqing said this sentence when he was bragging with the group of children before, Dai Yunong was not in this group of children at that time, but eavesdropping from afar, after all, Liu Daqing is famous for his big voice.

When he speaks, he speaks big, and when he scolds, it is even bigger, but Liu Daqing's reckless speech is the same as scolding.

Ape Wing Mountain, Dai Yunong rarely goes, and sometimes he doesn't even take a look, every time he looks at this mountain, he will be creepy.

However, Liao Ge would always run to this mountain, go early in the morning, and return in the middle of the night.

The reason is very simple, because Liao Ge's blacksmith master lives on the mountain, and the blacksmith shop is on the mountain.

Song Qing'a was really slowly climbing the mountain at this time, and I don't know if he responded to the sentence that ghosts are afraid of evil people.

Song Qing'a, who was mixed in Chaoge City, was born with a very murderous aura and a very high evil spirit, which is a characteristic that every citizen of Chaoge City is either born with or acquired.

For Chaoge City, there is only a wall between life and death.

There was no yin wind blowing on the back of Song Qingzhao's neck, but the tips of Song Qing'a's hair brought gusts of breeze to blow the weeds on both sides of the road.

When the wind is stronger, you can still see some raised graves and broken tombstones.

When Song Qing'a climbed to the top of the mountain, Liao Ge was naked, hanging heavy black iron with both hands, picking up the hammer and pounding the sword embryo vigorously.

The blacksmith stood proudly on the top of the mountain, staring through the clouds and mist at Zhan Yancheng, who was carrying Dai Yunong on his back and slowly walking towards the Flying Ascension City.

One old and one young, they didn't pay attention to Song Qing'a who came to climb the mountain, the young ones had no strength, and the old ones didn't have the heart.

Song Qing'a saluted the blacksmith and said, "The junior Song Qing'a came to ask for a sword. ”

The blacksmith turned his head and glanced at Song Qing'a, and asked suspiciously, "Can't cry like this in your eyes?"

Sky crying is the name of Song Qing'a carrying a long sword behind him. The sword embryo is excellent, according to the Song family's ancestors, this Heavenly Cry has great potential and will be promoted to one of the new Twelve Immortal Swords.

Song Qing'a was silent, and the blacksmith had no choice but to pull up a mountain taboo to isolate the two from the outside world.

Liao Ge caught a glimpse of his master being shrouded in smoke and water, and immediately wanted to take a break, but he didn't expect the dark iron on his arm to suddenly increase, and the whole person almost fell to the ground.

Song Qing'a then said: "For me, there is no best, only better, if Tian Wai can be among the new twelve immortal swords, then I will do my best to make it the first of the new twelve immortal swords." ”

The blacksmith squinted his eyes and re-examined Song Qing'a, it was really a Nizi whose heart was higher than heaven and whose fate was thinner than paper.

"Heaven cry, this name is unlucky, the evil spirit is too heavy, although you are very murderous at a young age, but you may not be able to surrender it in the future, and it may even backfire to make your future road confused and difficult to improve, if it is good, it may become the pass for you to enter the immortal realm in the Yupu realm, and if it is not good, it will become the life and death threshold for your immortal to enter the ascending realm. ”

Seeing that Song Qing'a's expression did not change, the blacksmith added: "This is still the case when the old man has not refined the Heavenly Cry, and the Heavenly Cry after refining will not only become your realm pass, but even one day it will take you as an opportunity for it to promote the quality and rank of the Immortal Sword." ”

Song Qing'a said lightly: "At that time, the shaking light of the old sword immortal of Pu Weizong will unsheath me once, and if it doesn't work, my old ancestor will also take action for me once." ”

"Oh?" the blacksmith looked a little yin and yang.

Such a picture is actually rare, and even the blacksmith has not said so much to other people in these years.

The blacksmith asked, "What if the two seniors have nothing to do?"

Song Qing'a said categorically without hesitation: "Then I will go to find the person surnamed Lu, or go to the palace to find Her Majesty the Empress, and bother her to invite the one in the martial temple!"

The blacksmith laughed, looked down at Song Qing'a a little, and he quipped: "Who do you think you are? Who is your Song family?"

Song Qing'a was not annoyed by the blacksmith's ridicule, it was true that in the eyes of the Wumiao, the Song family was nothing, and even the entire Chaoge City was nothing!

Song Qing'a took down the sky and cried out of the sheath, the cold light flashed, the sword intent was brilliant, and the sword qi was horizontal.

"If, as you said, on that day, if I were in the Jade Pu Realm, I would hand out a sword in the Immortal Realm to the south. If I am in the realm of immortals, I will hand a sword to the south in a flying posture. ”

The blacksmith laughed again, I don't know if he was amused by Song Qing's letter or laughed angrily by her, the blacksmith quipped: "If there were more people like you in the world back then, we would go to the god's hometown!"

Saying that, he took the sky and cried, threw it into the iron shop and shouted: "Give Lao Tzu a hammer, when will it be hammered to cry or hammered out of the first Lao Tzu of the Five Realms will let you climb the mountain!"

At this time, Song Qing'a also remembered something, and asked humbly: "What's different about that Dai Yunong?"

The blacksmith hesitated for a moment and gave an answer that was not an answer: "It's no different, it's just that Mr. Zhan fell in love." ”

That's very different!

After entering the city, Dai Yunong had already woken up slowly, and he hurriedly looked at the parts he could see, relieved and disappointed.

Nothing has changed, it was like a dream before.

Zhan Xiaocheng swallowed a mouthful of wonton, put down the spoon and said: "Mountaineering cultivation also needs to eat, not to mention that now you are only equivalent to a foundation building period, and you have not yet reached the realm of the Immortal Bigu drinking the northwest wind." ”

Dai Yunong suddenly cheered up again and asked softly, "Mr. Zhan, can I really practice?" Dai Yunong was incredulous.

Zhan Xiaocheng nodded slightly, picked up the spoon and continued to eat wonton, chewing slowly.

Dai Yunong also quickly calmed down, he didn't say anything, he learned this truth on the earth, and now that he is here, this Mr. Zhan in front of him has taught it again.

However, Dai Yunong ate relatively quickly, and when Zhan Xiaocheng drank another pot of tea, Dai Yunong continued to ask: "Is there anything very important that Mr. Zhan needs me to go to, and what should I do next?"

Zhan Xiaocheng waved his hand and said, "Yes, but not now, it can also be said that you have already started to do it, don't worry." ”

Saying that, Zhan Xiaocheng pointed to the empty bowl in front of the two of them and said, "It's like we eat wonton, in fact, we've been eating since the wonton was put in the pot, haven't we?

Dai Yunong nodded as if he didn't understand, as if it was such a reason.

Zhan Xiaocheng continued: "As for what to do later, the master leads the way into the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual. ”

At this time, the proprietress came out from behind and threw the rag heavily on the table, splashing dust and water stains on the faces of the two of them.

The bloated woman shouted, "Mr. Zhan, do you talk like that, what do you mean that our wontons smell better than they taste? ”

The woman's face changed, and as she spoke, she scooped up three wontons from the pot and put them into the bowls of Dai Yunong and Zhan Chengcheng respectively, Zhan Xiaocheng did not refuse, and the woman did not say anything more, and left to entertain the guests at another table.

Zhan Yancheng took one of the two wontons in the bowl and put it into Dai Yunong's bowl, and Dai Yunong did not refuse.

Zhan Xiaocheng said earnestly: "Some people seem to be fierce and evil and difficult to get along with, but in fact, they are very kind-hearted, for these small favors and small favors, we can remember these small favors clearly in our hearts, there is no need to refuse." ”

Zhan Xiaocheng's tone suddenly became serious, and then said: "But for some people, we have to do it without taking a penny, not getting a drop of water, not eating oil and rice, and not eating soft and hard. Once you take it, it's not just about taking people's hands softly, eating people's mouths soft. ”

Zhan Xiaocheng didn't wait for Dai Yunong to speak, and asked himself again: "How to weigh it?"

He pointed to his heart and said: "Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people! Everyone has a rod and scale in their hearts!"

Zhan Xiaocheng got up and threw a few copper plates on the table, and said to Dai Yunong: "I'll buy the four treasures of the study first, the newly opened pharmacy is just on the opposite side, let's not say it, I'll leave first, and you will go early and return early." ”

The boy got up and nodded, picked up the bamboo basket and turned to leave.

Zhan Xiaocheng turned around with a smile.

Dai Yunong didn't leave the two infantry and turned around, as if he was more dependent on Mr. Zhan in his heart.

Zhan Yancheng turned around one step earlier before Dai Yunong, saw Dai Yunong turn his head, beckoned to him with a smile and said, "It's all in the same village, I don't see you on the road, see you in the village." ”