One month of entry. The students have already figured out the temperament of Lingxi Academy. Now more and more people don't come to morning class. Because except for the mountain chief and the two stern immortal chiefs, most teachers would not probe the students' jade slips at all.

There are not many students who come to the main hall today, less than two hundred. After a cursory glance, Zhao Jian didn't find any trace of Lin Shuiyao, and he didn't know where he went.

After the morning class was over, the teacher who was teaching stopped everyone and said, "The master of the hall and the mountain chief asked me to convey the news to the students. Seven days later, there is the Lingxi Sect's triennial Fang Market Event, originally all students can only go out of the mountain to participate after one year of cultivation, but this time an exception is made, and each student can go with the master Dharma Boat to see if there are any cultivation tools and pill exercises they need, which is of great benefit to cultivation......

When the students heard the news, they were overjoyed, and the elated and excited appearance made the immortal master smile-the first time I heard about going to Fang Market, I was probably so excited, it's good to be young.

Zhao was overjoyed, he really wanted to doze off, so someone sent a pillow.

was worried about how to deal with the elixir, the price of the instrument hall was too low, and Zhao Qian was reluctant to cheapen those bearded Dan masters.

The trip to Fang City seven days later just gave Zhao Tan a chance. Moreover, there is a chance that the thing I have always wanted can be made of materials.

After eating at noon, Zhao Qian and the other students dispersed and came to the bamboo forest five miles behind the Yangxin Palace alone.

The smell of sake lees came to my nose, and the smell of grain brewing mixed with the smell of Adu.

The man lying in the bamboo forest could not see his face clearly, his dark robe was tattered and had not been sewn for a long time, his hair was scattered and draped over his shoulders, and his body was thin but not thin.

Long hair shawl, black robe with big sleeves, arrogance and unruliness, and a murderous sword with a sharp edge, this is the most impressive sword demon Xie Ting'an hundreds of years ago.

The bad old man in front of him, who exuded the smell of wine and stench, and whose white hair was as messy as grass, no one could think of him and Xie Ting'an, who was famous all over the world.

The hero's shortness of breath and the twilight of the beauty are probably the most regrettable endings in the world.

"Coming?"

The drunken man lying down asked sleepily.

"It's coming. ”

"Breakthrough?"

"Broke through. ”

Zhao Cheng respectfully bowed to Xie Ting'an and thanked him. This bamboo forest is the place where the two agreed to meet four days ago, and Zhao Qian once asked Xie Ting'an if meeting here would reveal his identity.

Xie Ting'an said disdainfully, even if Liang Shi returned from wandering, if he didn't let him in, he wouldn't have the ability to step into this bamboo forest for half a step.

What is a peerless master?

Xie Ting'an said: "That's your own chance, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

As he spoke, he stood up slowly, sleepy-eyed as if he was about to fall.

Xie Tingan said in a hoarse voice: "I am going to teach you to practice swords." ”

Zhao was stunned for a moment, but didn't react.

"Would you like to inherit my kendo?" Xie Ting'an said with a frown.

What? Xie Ting'an took the initiative to teach himself to practice swords? Zhao Qian was stunned when he heard this, and thought that he had heard it wrong.

"Yes! Of course I do!"

Zhao was overjoyed, and was about to perform three bows and nine bows.

Didn't you say that you don't accept apprentices?

Isn't it said that the style of a good master is good?

Why did you decide so hastily to teach yourself peerless swordsmanship? I thought I was going to hug your old man's thigh and beg for a while.

Xie Ting'an seemed to see through Zhao Yuan's thoughts, and said, "I taught you to practice swords because you are suitable." ”

Zhao Qian was happy in his heart, gold will always shine, and Maxima finally met Bole, it seems that he is a rare martial arts wizard in the legend.

"Your talent is not very good, it is much worse than when I was back then, originally I didn't want to teach you swordsmanship......"

Zhao Zhi felt that he had been slapped twice in the face and touched his nose, this old man really didn't give a little face when he spoke.

"But I've seen you with a knife. ”

Xie Ting'an stared at Zhao Jian with burning eyes and said, "Your movements are very clean." ”

When Zhao Zhi was trained in his previous life, he practiced countless chopping movements with a saber, and the dagger tied to his leg alone practiced tens of thousands of times in order to pursue the speed of unsheathing, and the action naturally would not drag the mud and water.

"If the action is clean, it means that there is no distraction, the sword will be hidden but not revealed, and the starting point will be directed at the opponent......"

Xie Ting'an said slowly, if it weren't for the experience of his previous life, otherwise Zhao Qian would have believed it.

"That's one of them. ”

Xie Ting'an said lonely: "Also, in a hurry, a hundred years ago, my time is running out......"

Listening to An Tianzong's genius, with the body of a mortal, the middle-aged Yumen Tianchong entered the Tao on his own, and reached the peak of the cultivation realm in less than a hundred years.

Although he is a benchmark for Huaxia sword cultivation, in fact, he only has the peak cultivation of Jindan, but as a battle cultivation in battle cultivation, ordinary primordial old monsters are simply not enough for his murderous sword to slash.

However, the Jindan realm is the Jindan realm, and no matter how strong the combat power is, it can't stop the passage of Shouyuan.

Generally speaking, disciples in the Qi Refining Realm only have a lifespan of more than 100 years, and a disciple like Zhang Ziruo who has eaten the Longevity Pill can live for more than 160 years if he has no dark diseases; after the foundation is built and the mortal is removed, the lifespan will be doubled, and the longevity of the Foundation Realm ranges from 200 to 400; and when he becomes a Jindan monk, the Linghai holds the Yuan Shouyi, and the spiritual body is complete, and the lifespan is at least 500 years, and there are even Jindan monks who live to be more than 1,000 years old; while the Yuan infant period is often more than 1,000 years old, and the old cultivator with the longest life span in the cultivation realm is said to be more than 3,000 years old.

As a monk at the peak of Jindan, Xie Ting'an has at least seven or eight hundred years of life, and when Cangnan City was massacred more than two hundred years ago, Xie Ting'an was two hundred years old, and he was upright and prosperous.

After this battle, Xie Ting'an was exhausted, slumped, soaked in the lees dung pit all day long, and the erosion of the years on him was even more violent, and the original young Xie Ting'an was full of white hair and became a bad old man.

The sword light and sword shadow have been spanning for hundreds of years, and they actually ended up like this, and Xie Ting'an couldn't help but sigh that creation made people.

Since the disciple betrayed him, resulting in the tragedy of his life's fate, Xie Ting'an no longer had the idea of accepting an apprentice. But his sword path has no one to inherit, which is the biggest regret for the rest of his life.

Until Xie Ting'an met Zhao Yuan, this Lingxi faction boy who was resolute and refused to give up even if the Jade Gate turned around. Xie Ting'an could see at a glance that Zhao Yuan's qualifications were not good, his roots were strong and his qi was closed, and he was top-heavy, which was very weird.

But Zhao Qian's persistence for several days and nights also touched Xie Ting'an's scarred Dao heart, and finally decided to help him break through.

Give Zhao Cheng a chance, why not give himself a chance for a hundred years of decadence?

That's not enough, although Xie Ting'an was lying in the room, his spiritual sense kept looking at Zhao Jiao, and saw Zhao Jiao practicing knives in the bamboo forest. Chop, chop, tease, and sharpen, each knife can cut the bamboo with precision without any lag.

He's a lot like himself!

Like when he killed the bandits with the young man of Hedong, he was neat!

Like when I was young, I swung my sword when I was happy!

Xie Ting'an suddenly became a love for talents, he was already a waste, but the killing sword of the Huaxia Sword Demon was not a waste sword.

So without waiting for Zhao Yuan's request, he took the initiative to say to Zhao Yuan: "I want to teach you to practice swords."

What, fuck, called surprise?

Xie Ting'an sighed: "I may have a few decades to live, and I have no intention of revenge for the revenge of two hundred years ago, but the murderous sword cannot be without a successor......

Zhao Cheng bowed and swore: "The apprentice will not insult the master's murderous sword!"

But Ting'an shook his head and said, "You are not my apprentice, and I am not your master, my disciple died two hundred years ago......

Mo Liuxian, the only disciple of the year, gave him a blow in the back, which broke the heart of Ting'an.

After Cangnan City, Xie Ting'an swore not to accept apprentices again, and the two swords were also hidden, and one of them was hidden under the noses of the Lingxi faction, the enclosure behind the Lingxi Chaoyang Palace.

No one would have thought that Xie Ting'an, who was obsessed with swords, would put the sword he carried with him into the toilet and be in the company of the mud at the bottom of the manure pit. If the sword had a spirit, he would also complain that he had treated himself badly.

Zhao Qian said: "It's too much to call yourself a senior, is it okay for the disciple to call you Uncle Xie?"

Xie Ting'an muttered, "Uncle Xie...... It's up to you. ”

A sip of wine poured into his mouth, swallowing countless shames and bitterness,

Xie Ting'an waved his hand: "Come to me again tomorrow afternoon." ”

Xie Ting'an's body was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed, and he didn't move, and he actually snored for a while.