Now that Qingzhu has left, this crisis has been considered safe, Liu Baiyi is still the character who comes and goes like the wind, just reported an address to Xu Baichuan, and jumped out of the alley with Xia An in his arms, and walked farther and farther away in the uninterrupted exclamations.

There were only two people left in the alley.

Su Changjing was holding an unknown book in his hand, slightly stunned, he felt that what he had experienced before was like a dream, but the book in his hand and the faint imprint on his chest were undoubtedly not a reminder that he was really going to embark on the path of cultivation.

It's just a Confucian monk, and you can't learn swords.

Mr. Mu once told him in the illusion that the memories of the people in the alley have been modified, and they will not remember his past, let alone the picture scroll in his hand, but will only remember one thing, he broke in for no reason. In fact, it is good to cut off the fate with Xu Baichuan, a sword cultivator, if it appears in the eyes of the great monk in the future, it can also be regarded as a good seedling.

Although he thought so, he always felt a little sorry for Xu Baichuan.

Su Changjing, who stood in place and was stunned for a long time, came back to his senses, tightly held the wooden box that suddenly returned to his hand, thought about it, and still didn't open his mouth after all.

just nodded slightly to Xu Baichuan, and then left quickly.

Xu Baichuan stood in place and watched Su Changjing leave, without too much surprise, although the illusion arranged by the saint was powerful, he still had the mark left by the old Taoist priest, and it was not a problem to keep himself awake, so he had two memories.

The truth and the fake are naturally clear, so he is a little curious about why Su Changjing made this move, Su Changjing doesn't want to say, he won't ask with a dead face, it's not bad to be separated like this.

Putting the autumn breeze into the sheath and holding it in his arms, Xu Baichuan looked at the alley that had gradually brightened, and walked out without too much hesitation.

At this time, the sun is rising, which is the first day of the new year.

The street was already bustling, and the congratulatory voices were everywhere, even those who usually wanted to dig each other's ancestral graves were smiling at each other, and there was no grudge at all, only joy remained.

Walking through a small street, a stone bridge appeared not far away, and there was a small flowing river below, and by the river stood a middle-aged man dressed as a martial artist, who was fishing with a bamboo pole, and a wooden barrel at his feet, in which a cyan fish slowly swam.

Xu Baichuan walked to the river, thought about it, sat on the big bluestone on the side, and watched this fisherman.

The middle-aged man felt that someone was looking at him, slowly turned his head, and found that it was a swordsman he had never seen before, and he was very interested for a while, and looked at it carefully, and when he saw the autumn wind, his eyes shrank, and he was a little surprised, and soon asked, "Have you entered the house?"

Xu Baichuan didn't hide it, nodded generously and admitted, looked at the wooden barrel, and sighed: "I have been looking for a long time in the national capital, but I haven't found it, but I didn't expect to meet it casually today, this fate is quite amazing." ”

The middle-aged man took off the fish that had bitten the hook and put it in the bucket, re-hung the bait and threw it into the water, and then smiled: "Isn't there a saying about those poor sours, what is it called unintentionally inserting willows and willows, although they can't fight, but this is really good." ”

Xu Baichuan was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The senior should have found out about the things in the alley last night, why didn't he come?"

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, but he quickly sighed, with a sad face, put down the fishing rod, and sighed: "It's not that I don't want to go, but I don't dare to go, there are people in the sky, although I can't see clearly, but my sword tells me that if I go, I will die." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded when he heard this, and did not speak.

In the alley, he could vaguely see that there was indeed a person in the sky, exuding an extremely heavy coercion, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid, and it was understandable that others did not dare to step forward.

The atmosphere was silent.

The middle-aged man looked at the fishing rod and thought for a moment, and suddenly spoke: "The Sword Sect's foreign affairs are walking Chu Feng." ”

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "Xu Baichuan, seniors should know me." ”

Chu Feng turned his head to look at him and said in surprise: "Why do you say this? You and I don't know each other." ”

The look on his face did not seem to be fake.

Xu Baichuan chuckled, thought for a moment, pointed to Chu Feng's arms and closed his eyes to perceive for a while, and then said, "If the seniors don't know me, why do you want to release sword qi as a signpost to attract me here?"

Chu Feng simply threw away the fishing rod, stood up and circled around Xu Baichuan a few times, and said with a smile: "It is worthy of being the first person of the younger generation of sword cultivators who have become famous these days, and his brain is lively, much stronger than those stupid boys in the sect who only know how to practice swords, originally I still wanted to see what kind of powerful method you, the so-called first person, are, but now it seems that he is worthy of this name, and he can survive with the sword qi realm under the hands of Dong Xu, this reputation is really worthy of home." ”

Xu Baichuan sighed, he didn't really care about what Chu Feng said, he just killed more people, faintly spread some reputation, but those monks like to compare, and have self-esteem, so this kind of name came out, along the way Xu Baichuan killed a lot of mountain and wild cultivators, including many refining methods and heart light, I just want to say, this name is actually bearable, thinking of this, he actually felt a little headache for a while, he has heard a lot of stories, since ancient times, the first person will not live in peace, there will always be many people who want to take his name, so he can foresee, the trouble in the future will definitely be indispensable。

He didn't care, but everyone else did.

Especially sword cultivation.

This is also the reason why Chu Feng wants to see him, after all, the name of this first person is to be recognized by the monks of the world, and it is impossible for one person to admit it, plus the younger generation of sword cultivators often appear to walk outside, and they can do very few things, so this kind of reputation rarely falls on sword cultivators.

Looking at the young man with a calm face in front of him, Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh, Mount Tai collapsed, but he was not shocked, presumably this is what he said, he is indeed a seedling that is not bad.

At this moment, he moved his mind to accept apprentices, but if a genius disciple like Xu Baichuan dared to accept apprentices without reporting, after returning to the sect, he would definitely be taught a lesson by the sect master, and he would not be allowed to go out for at least ten years.

It's just that he felt a little unwilling to do this, so he quickly said, "How about you follow me here to practice swords?"

The sudden question made Xu Baichuan stunned, smiled bitterly, and did not answer.

Could it be that these seniors now have this kind of mentality? It is somewhat inappropriate to let people practice swords before they have known each other for long.

Xu Baichuan shook his head and did not agree.

If you have to say it, he actually has a master, the one-armed old man in Jade Perry, so he decided not to worship anyone as a teacher, and the reason why he went to the Sword Sect was very simple, that is, he wanted to see other people's swordsmanship and the various swordsmanship left in the Sword Sect.

How could he stay here just because of Chu Feng's words?

Even if you practice swordsmanship with him, what you learn in the end is his swordsmanship, and you will only be him again in the future.

Chu Feng quickly nodded clearly, not too disappointed, he also knew that his sword dao was not very strong, it was okay to give people a reference, if he really taught it, maybe he would harm a genius seedling, he said sincerely: "Then you still want to go to the Sword Sect!"

Xu Baichuan nodded and said yes.

Going to the Sword Sect is the goal he set for himself, otherwise he could follow the sword cultivation method in his mind to practice the sword alone, and he could grow to a good height, but that kind of life will never be as exciting as here, not to mention that the Sword Sect is said to still have Lin Jianxian's sword technique, which makes him even more concerned.

Chu Feng snorted, thought about it, and didn't know what to say, so he took out the cyan fish in the wooden barrel and stuffed it into Xu Baichuan's hand without saying anything.

Xu Baichuan felt a little puzzled, the weight of this fish was wrong, it should be said that it far exceeded the weight of the fish, it was more than 100 catties, and soon everything was clear.

He threw the fish on the ground.

Soon it emitted a cyan brilliance, and then suddenly transformed into a figure, with a Dao wound on its body, lying motionless on the ground.

He knew this man, and he had beaten him in the alley last night.

It's just that why have they become a fish now, aren't these sword cultivators using magic weapons and spells?

He turned his head to Chu Feng, his eyebrows full of doubt.

Chu Feng smiled and patiently explained: "Just like you used a brush to deal with him, you can use a magic weapon as a sword cultivator, why can't we use it? It's just that we use it less, and now in this year, improvisation is the most important thing, if you are really as stubborn as before, you will fall behind." ”

Having said that, there were still some things he didn't say that he was sent by the Sword Sect to walk because he used magic weapons to break the rules of sword cultivation, otherwise he wouldn't want to stay outside for a long time.

This is actually another reason why he admires Xu Baichuan, he is not informal, not limited to one place, whether it is a magic weapon or a rune paper, as long as it is beneficial to himself, he can take it out and use it, why be so conformist.

At this time, the Qingzhu Daoist who fell to the ground and was dying, suddenly cursed.

"Chu madman, you let me go......"

Before he could finish speaking, a sword flash flashed and cut off his tongue.

Chu Feng was levitating a three-foot small sword in his hand, he looked at the Qingzhu Daoist who was covering his mouth, and said disdainfully: "Scratchy, the dog of the defeated army dares to bark here?"

Hearing this, the Qingzhu Daoist struggled even more violently, the eyes in his eyes flashed with a trace of fire, and he suddenly forgot the pain in his mouth for a while.

Xu Baichuan looked at this Taoist who was still high-spirited last night, and asked for his life one by one, and sighed a little: "Senior, what does this mean?"

Chu Feng smiled, with a smug look on his face, and said with a smile: "You are more or less the façade of our sword cultivation, if you have been wronged, we naturally want to help you, not to mention that this old gang dish should not be face-faced first, and he will bully the small with the big and be too shameless, so I will sum it up and leave him behind with the sword, and now what he wants to do with it all depends on you, there is a saying, life and death are taken away, this is the truth." ”

After finishing speaking, Chu Feng kicked Qingzhu with the momentum, not caring about his thoughts at all.

Xu Baichuan, who heard these words, was silent, and only after a long time did he speak: "His life and death are not up to me, it is up to the seniors, and the seniors can do whatever they want to do to him, it really doesn't have much to do with me." ”

Chu Feng looked at this serious-looking young man, showing a bit of curiosity, and asked, "But he almost killed you, so you are not angry at all?" Not to mention that most of the incidents you have encountered along the way were caused by him, so there is no trace of anger?"

Xu Baichuan smiled when he heard this, and just said: "Someone practices swords, how can they still be angry, aren't they also dead?"

Chu Feng smacked his lips and felt that this was the truth, so he didn't care about Xu Baichuan's thoughts, and the short sword in his hand suddenly flew up, piercing the green bamboo to the heart.

"Boy, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, do you want to go to my house to pay a New Year's greeting?"

Xu Baichuan didn't hesitate too much and quickly agreed.

......

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After leaving the alley, Su Changjing walked quickly on the street with a wooden box, and after turning a few corners, he entered the back door of a mansion, followed the servant and walked a little more way, and a familiar figure jumped into his eyes.

Mr. Mu Hua looked at Su Changjing, who was standing aside with a suitcase, his eyes were gentle, and he invited him to sit down together.

Soon, the two maids brought refreshments and a box of black and white Go.

Dividing the chess pieces, Mr. Mu Hua picked up a pastry and put it into his mouth, and said softly, "Finished drawing?"

Before the words fell, he pinched a white child in his hand and put it in the position of Tianyuan, and the sound of the falling child was very crisp.

Su Changjing nodded at first, then suddenly remembered something, shook his head again, and did not speak.

Mr. Mu Hua smiled and motioned for him to drop off.

Su Changjing didn't look at the sunspot, put it in a random position, and then looked up at Mr. Mu Hua with some doubts in his eyes.

As he walked through the street, he suddenly remembered something, the gentleman in the fantasy world was called Mr. Mu, and this gentleman was called Mr. Muhua, and it was difficult not to connect the two.

"What is the relationship between Mr. and Mr. Mu?"

Mr. Mu Hua left a son again, drank a cup of tea by himself, and then said: "There is some relationship, but it is not big, it is just the same door, and there is also a wooden character in the characters." ”

After a little doubt, Su Changjing immediately dropped down and said again: "He asked me to come to you." ”

Mr. Mu Hua's expression did not change, but he just said that he would let him live here in the future.

Su Changjing stopped talking, but the doubts in his heart were still not solved, but he knew that it was not yet time, so he concentrated on playing chess.

In these times of traveling around the world, he has also learned the qin and chess books, so the chess game is not bad, but Mr. Mu Hua is a famous national player in Qingyuan, and the only person who can compare with him is the prime minister of the court, so this game of chess will be very difficult.

But no matter how difficult it is, there will always be a result, and Su Changjing lost unexpectedly.

Mr. Mu Hua put away the chess pieces, called the waiting girls on the side, and asked them to clean up the mess, while he looked at the hour and suddenly smiled.

It was early in the morning, and someone should be coming soon.

Soon after, there was indeed a person who came, wearing a splendid dragon robe embroidered with dragons, with a majestic bearing, followed by a eunuch who followed suit.

Mr. Mu Hua looked at the person who came, smiled, and didn't have the slightest intention of getting up, just arched his hand and said, "Mu Hua has seen His Majesty the Emperor. ”

Emperor Qingyuan looked at Mr. Mu Hua who was acting like this, and did not feel annoyed, but said seriously: "According to the report from the spies last night, there were monks fighting in Muren Lane, and the realm is not low, why did Mr. teach me?"

Mr. Mu Hua's mansion was actually not far from the palace, so it was not unusual for the emperor to come here, he looked at the emperor, did not answer, just asked the emperor to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

Soon after, the emperor really couldn't hold back, so he asked again, this is the first day of the Lunar New Year, according to the ancestral system, he should sit on the dragon chair to accept the celebration of the hundred officials, and now it is not far from the time of the hour, but he appeared in this mansion, and the anxiety in his heart can be imagined.

After barely taking a sip of tea, His Majesty the Emperor looked at Mr. Mu Hua quietly, waiting for his answer.

Mr. Mu Hua did not answer directly, but pointed at Su Changjing and said calmly: "If His Majesty the Emperor wants to know, you might as well ask him what happened in that alley, he knows it clearly." ”

His Majesty the Emperor noticed Su Changjing at this time, this look couldn't help but make his mind ripple, Su Changjing is still wearing that set of luxurious clothes, and in the eyes of the emperor, this set of clothes is extraordinary, after all, it was rewarded by his father, and each set is recorded in the history books, so he remembers it very clearly.

"Are you, a disciple of Su Fu?"

Su Changjing lowered his head, and there was an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Yes." ”

His Majesty the Emperor sighed, and then said, "What happened last night?"

Hearing this, Su Changjing suddenly raised his head, but quickly lowered his head, and tried his best to speak calmly: "Some monks are fighting, nothing new, His Majesty the Emperor is rich in the world, why care about this kind of thing." ”

Emperor Qingyuan smiled, a little bitter, he is indeed rich in the world, and there are countless people under his hands for him to drive, but despite this, he is only a mortal in the eyes of those monks, and he can't dissuade the fight between monks, otherwise why would he ask Mr. Muhua in such a low voice?

He laughed at himself: "The world is just a mundane world, and the mundane is not under my control, I don't care how to do it?"

It has been difficult to be an emperor since ancient times, not only to suppress the rebellion of his subordinates, but also to calm the disputes of enemy countries, but also to carefully serve those monks, in fact, to say a true truth, don't look at Qingyuan Kingdom in other countries known as prestige, worthy of the first-class country, but in fact, not really, but the monks of the three religions have no time to manage the people, so they each elected a total of one person to manage these people, so the emperor said that it was the emperor, in fact, it was a puppet, if those monks wanted to change the Qingyuan dynasty, it was just an order.

It's just that there are still some sword cultivators in Qingyuan as a barrier, so that those three sects who have different thoughts are not very easy to start, so this emperor can do something.

Thinking of this, the emperor suddenly glanced at Su Changjing, and an idea gradually came to his heart.

Su Changjing can appear in this mansion, the situation is very obvious, and this Mr. Mu Hua with a mysterious origin wants to teach him to practice, and maybe he will become a great monk in the future.

"Would you like to be an official in my court?"

Su Changjing was a little flustered when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Mr. Mu Hua, but found that he nodded slightly, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and agreed to the emperor's idea.