An autumn rain fell, and it was already night, seeing that he couldn't move tonight, Yan Feiqing gave an order to let everyone rest in Baigu Town for the night, stay until the early morning of the next day, and set off immediately.

Because Beibi Mountain is the territory of the Soap Pavilion Sect, and this Baigu Town was once the territory of those tomb robbers, so Yan Feiqing did not dare to be careless, there should be hidden tunnels in the town, and I am afraid it will be difficult to find out for a while, in order to prevent the disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect from killing from the tunnel in the middle of the night, Yan Feiqing divided the more than 1,000 people into three parts, each with more than 300 people, divided into three nights.

Three hundred people held torches, illuminating the small town, unless the old man of Tibet came in person, it was the master of the True Realm, and under such a number of people, he would also return with a feather.

Originally, a few old people who were quite worried about it saw that Yan Feiqing acted in a very orderly manner, as if he was the leader of the alliance, and couldn't help but smile and feel very pleased.

At night, the autumn rain becomes more and more intense. Sure enough, at about three o'clock in the morning, a group of Soap Pavilion Sect disciples suddenly came out of the houses in the town and started a fierce battle with the righteous path people who were in charge of the night vigil.

In order to vent their anger, someone cut off the heads of these Soap Pavilion Sect disciples and hung them all on the archway of the town, all of them were pale and their eyes were closed, making several Jianghu women who saw such scenes for the first time pale and faintly disgusted.

Yan Feiqing asked people to collect the bodies of the dead, and sent people to settle the injured people, and the lightly injured ones followed the large army to continue to advance, and the seriously injured ones were sent back to Beiyang County.

At this time, the autumn rain has stopped, and the road into the mountain is muddy, which makes people have to suspect that yesterday's autumn leaves came strangely, Yan Feiqing and Su Yuncheng and others discussed, and sent the disciples of the Zhengyi Sect as the outpost, the powerful Wutong faction and the Mochizuki faction as the left and right guards, and the disciples of the Cihang Sect as the rear of the palace, and the rest of the people were all from the Chinese army brigade, and more than 20 people with good light skills were selected to form a separate team to be responsible for transmitting news back and forth. At the same time, he also sent four innate realm masters with "sub-talismans" to swim around, if there is a wind and grass, they will immediately burn the "sub-talisman" in their hands, and Su Yunming, who holds the "mother talisman", can know as soon as possible.

The heads of all factions saw that Yan Feiqing was arranged in an orderly manner, and they were all respectful. It is conceivable that if today's battle is successful, the prestige of the little heavenly master Yan Feiqing in the rivers and lakes will inevitably rise to a higher level.

What is the prestige of the rivers and lakes? This is the prestige of the rivers and lakes. It is not won by nothing, and it is not just by relying on mutual praise to be famous all over the world, but by winning it with its own actions.

At this time, that sentence can be said in reverse, the rivers and lakes are not only sophisticated, but also swords, swords, swords, and shadows, if their foundation is not strong, just relying on ingenuity to drill the camp, it will not be stable. To use the most obvious analogy, Wang Ying, who had known Li Xuandu before, learned Li Xuandu's true identity one day, and he was qualified to say that he was a friend of the Purple Mansion Sword Immortal. On the rivers and lakes, the most important thing is the reckless man who cares about the front and the back.

Therefore, these methods of drilling camps are not unusable, but they are all icing on the cake.

More than 1,000 people walked along the muddy road all the way into the Beibi Mountain, and just walked out of most of the hour, an outpost came back to spread the word, saying that there was someone blocking the road in front, and they did not dare to deal with it without authorization, so they came to ask for instructions to teach the real person.

Yan Feiqing asked Su Yunjiao and Wuzhen to sit in the Chinese army, and he and Li Xuandu and others went to check, and Su Yunjiao immediately followed behind Li Xuandu, wanting to fool the past. Su Yuncheng probably wanted her to see the world more, but she didn't stop her, but acquiesced.

When Yan Feiqing and Li Xuan both came to the roadblock, they found that the person blocking the road was actually an old man.

The old man looked very old, and lay on the back of a black donkey, whose fur was shiny and slippery, but the old man was dressed in rags full of pudding, and he could not stop coughing.

More than 1,000 people from the rivers and lakes moved forward with swords in their hands, and their momentum was so strong that even ordinary officials and soldiers had to retreat when they saw it, but this old man turned a blind eye and just blocked the middle of the road, and this is Beibi Mountain, where are the ordinary farmers, and there are demons when things go wrong, so the disciples of the Zhengyi Sect in charge of the outpost dare not move without permission, and they have to ask Yan Feiqing specifically.

Yan Feiqing came out of the crowd and arched his hand: "Didn't ask for advice?"

The old man lying on the back of a donkey opened one eye, glanced at Yan Feiqing, and said, "Little Taoist, what advice do you have?"

Yan Feiqing said: "Please let this old man get out of the way." ”

The old man sighed and said, "The road is facing the sky, each going to the other, why should I get out of the way, instead of you going around?"

"Bold!" Immediately, a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect who was as fierce as fire shouted.

Yan Feiqing raised his hand to stop the rebuke of the Zhengyi disciple who had not yet spoken, and said calmly: "Just be the old man to make it convenient." ”

The old man sat up from the donkey's back, deliberately did not look at Yan Feiqing, but looked at the disciple of the Zhengyi Sect, and said: "This is the boundary of Beibi Mountain, who are you who dare to play prestige here? ”

Li Xuandu, who had been looking at this person silently, looked at the old man's tiger mouth and five fingers, and suddenly asked, "Your Excellency can use a sword?"

The old man glanced at Li Xuandu: "What's so strange about making a sword? In this world, a three-year-old child can box, a five-year-old child can make a sword, and I have lived for more than 70 years, let alone make a sword, a knife, a gun, a sword, a halberd, an axe, a sword, a hook, a fork, a whip, a mace, a hammer, a grasp, a hammer, a stick, a crutch, a shooting star, all of them can't do it, all of them are fine." When I was a child, I learned swordsmanship for a few months, although I haven't practiced it for decades, and I have put it on hold, but as long as I learn it for a few months, you, a young junior, will not be an opponent. ””

This breath is simply swallowing the sky and spitting out the sun, and it is so big that it is boundless.

However, Li Xuandu was not angry, and said: "If the old man doesn't like it, can he show a few hands, so that he can open his eyes." ”

The surrounding Zhengyi Sect disciples wanted to speak, but seeing that Li Xuandu and Yan Feiqing came together, they were obviously not ordinary characters, so they all kept silent.

"Alas, since you have already said so in this later life, then I will practice a few hands to open your eyes, but the old man I don't have a sword on me, who will borrow a sword?"

Yan Feiqing said softly: "Give him a sword." ”

At that moment, a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect threw away a sheathed long sword.

The old man stretched out his hand to take it, drew the sword out of the sheath, first shook a sword flower, and then stabbed a sword in the east and a sword in the west, so that three or four times, suddenly forgot the follow-up moves, scratched his head and pondered for a moment, and made a few more moves, but it was a random stab, although the shot was extremely fast, but it was completely out of order, as if going crazy.

Several disciples of the Zhengyi Sect who were carrying swords behind them couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw this scene.

Yan Feiqing was also smiling and silent at first, but when he saw Li Xuandu's solemn expression, he couldn't help but feel surprised, and when he looked at it carefully, he only felt that this old man's sword moves were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but there were very few flaws in his swordsmanship, which was really rare. When I saw more than a dozen moves, this person's posture was extremely ugly, but the sword moves were simple and vigorous, and they seemed to be light and fluttering, but in fact, they were ready to wait and hide deeply.

At this moment, Li Xuandu stepped forward and arched his hand and said, "It's really an honor to be able to witness Your Excellency's great moves today, and you haven't asked Your Excellency for your name yet?"

The old man put away his long sword, glared and said, "You descendant, can you understand my swordsmanship?"

Li Xuandu smiled and said, "I understand a little." If you don't guess wrong, this should be the 'Taiyin Thirteen Swords' of the Yin and Yang Sect, and the name of the 'Taiyin Thirteen Swords' has been heard for a long time, and it is really breathtaking to see it today. ”

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xuandu: "What is your name?"

Li Xuandu said: "Muzi Li, the double name Xuandu, the Xuandu of Xuandu Purple Mansion." I have already reported my name and surname, and your Excellency has a big name, can you show it?"

The old man didn't appreciate it, and he didn't report his name, but spit thick phlegm into the ground and said, "Are you many people in a hurry to mourn?"