Qingyuan City is strictly guarded everywhere, every few steps there are sergeants wearing iron armor stationed here, this is almost a small city in the first line of the border, after all the residents in the city are evacuated, only the army remains, so when Xu Baichuan, who is wearing a linen belt and a long sword, appears in the barracks, it causes a burst of amazement, but soon it is hidden, military law is heavier than the sky, each soldier has his own thing to do, and the cycle is still not far away as a lesson from the past.

Standing in the military tent, the person he saw was not the kind of general Xu Baichuan thought in his heart, but an ordinary old man, not too tall, looking like a gust of wind could blow down, but in fact, the old man was not ordinary, he could lead the three armies with his old body to tightly press the border of Qingyuan State, and beat the enemy army on the border out of breath, and even a few times the lone army went straight to the border line of the siege of Qingyuan State, if it was not for Emperor Qingyuan to send troops to suppress it overnight, maybe the Qingyuan border would be included in the territory of Dali, so even if there is only one Qingyuan City on the border, but under the command of this old man, it can reach thousands of troops and horses。

The old man sat on a chair to deal with official documents, saw Xu Baichuan walk in, nodded to him, and then ignored it.

Xu Baichuan frowned, he couldn't figure out the old man's thoughts, since he had something to call himself over, why bother grinding like this, he was not his subordinate, there was no need to spend time here with him, he held down the autumn wind with his hand, and said calmly: "What's the matter with the general telling to come down again, if you drag it out like this, you will leave below." ”

Listening to Xu Baichuan's words, the old man glanced at him, put down the pen and paper in his hand, and said slowly: "The young man still can't hold his breath, and his temperament still needs to be polished, but he just waited for a little more time, so what's the matter?"

There is a hint of domineering in the words.

The old man commanded all the life and death of the three armies, and he held a high position for a long time, even the Emperor Dali had to treat him politely, so he developed this kind of character, whether he begged or people begged him, he would make this action, and it was called killing and killing arrogance.

Xu Baichuan shook his head and said calmly: "I've always been straightforward, if you have something to ask me to say directly, so I can bypass you and pass the test directly." ”

The old man sighed and asked, "What should you do if the old man doesn't let you go?"

Xu Baichuan's eyes were still calm, and he said softly: "There are injustices in the world, and I will kill them with the autumn wind." ”

The old man was stunned, stared at Xu Baichuan seriously for a long time, and then nodded: "I have that arrogance, but I am quite like an old friend of mine in the past, and he often yells like this." ”

Xu Baichuan didn't ask who that old friend was, he just came here to pass the customs and go to Qingyuan, as for the others, he didn't take it to heart, not to mention that what about that old friend, it wasn't him after all, it didn't have much effect.

There was a smile in the old man's eyes, maybe it was because of that old friend, in short, the conversation between the two was much easier, and he didn't hide it, and told Xu Baichuan what he wanted to do.

"Soon it will be the winter solstice, it is estimated that the Western Turks are also in this period of time, in the past they were a plate of loose sand is not to be afraid, but in recent years, somehow, the Turu tribe unified the Western Turks and established themselves as kings, if their respective small clans were okay in the past, the number of people could survive, and now the shelves are too big, the grass withers after the winter solstice, they will come out to loot everywhere in order to survive, Qingyuan is too big they dare not do it, and we Dali is a Qingyuan City, which is strong and which is weak. ”

Xu Baichuan didn't speak, but listened to the old man's speech and was a lot more careful, if he didn't guess wrong, what he wanted to do was related to the Western Turks.

The old man continued: "In fact, in the final analysis, it is just a small Western Turk, the Dali Iron Army is overpowering the four seas, they are actually nothing, what they really have to worry about is that Qingyuan will use this to interfere, and then it will be a troublesome matter." ”

Qingyuan is a big country, Dali is a small country, but even so, the old man is only talking about trouble when he mentions Qingyuan, not a crisis, this is the old man's self-confidence accumulated with victory since he sat on the border, and it is true, looking at the whole Dali, only he can do so.

The old man looked at Xu Baichuan, who was silent, sighed, walked in front of him, took out a portrait from his arms and handed it out, and said softly: "Although the Western Turks are nothing, but after all, they are troublesome, according to the informant, the little Turkic prince is a cultivator, and he is outside the Qingyuan City, if you kill him, the old man will allow you to enter Qingyuan." ”

Xu Baichuan looked indifferent, he guessed correctly, it was really the Western Turks to deal with, after thinking about it, he still took the portrait, looked at it, and was stunned, he thought that he would see a rough man, but he didn't expect that the painting on the portrait was a handsome scholar, except for those blue eyes, it was no different from ordinary students.

He looked up at the old man and asked a question: "What would you do if I just left without killing anyone?"

The old man smiled and said softly: "Then you can walk by yourself, but Qingyuan must be from Dali to enter the customs, and you are from Dali, so you don't have these, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the gate." ”

The emperor of Qingyuan country, since the first ancestor, has been abiding by an iron law, people-oriented, so every citizen is registered, whether it is a wild people in the mountains, or a beggar in the city, in the elected division will have a page of their own name, as for the none, even if you are lucky to enter the customs, you can only go through the years in the mountains and wilderness, Xu Baichuan went to Qingyuan Kingdom is to learn the sword, then naturally you must have a proper identity, if you have been hiding in the mountains, then you will go to even Qingyuan Kingdom.

Xu Baichuan sighed: "Where is the little prince, if it is too far, I'm afraid it won't be easy to find." ”

The old man smiled, he has been experienced for a long time, and he has a very accurate grasp of Xu Baichuan's thoughts, from the moment Xu Baichuan entered the city gate, he dared to conclude that this little sword cultivator who wanted to go to Qingyuan Country would definitely do something for him.

The old man thought for a while, called a personal guard, and spoke in dialect, and then said: "The little prince is stationed in a canyon thirty miles outside the Qingyuan City, and he has been thinking about coming over, and after being defeated by the Dali Iron Army, he has been there, and he still has no change. ”

Speaking of this, there was a smile in the old man's eyes, the city guarded by his own family was unbreakable, if the Dali Iron Army didn't care about Qingyuan Kingdom, what could the Western Turks be worth, even if it was a little prince who was a cultivator, he still had to die under the iron cavalry.

Originally, he was a little annoyed with the little insect of the little prince, but now that Xu Baichuan is willing to do things for himself, it would be better.

The old man even thought in his heart, if the little prince died under Xu Baichuan's sword, and the Western Turks were leaderless, should he send troops?

Xu Baichuan was silent for a moment, looked at the portrait carefully, and still couldn't believe it, Confucianism has always been the enemy of both the Chinese race, why is the little prince dressed like a Confucian student.

He asked the question to hear the old man's answer.

The old man didn't answer, this is also the reason why he can tolerate the little prince jumping under his nose, those cultivators on the mountain behave differently from outsiders, since the little prince has become a cultivator, he is also a person on the mountain, and a cultivator can only be killed by a cultivator, and it is also a matter for a cultivator to kill the sect, and ordinary people cannot interfere at will, the old man has lived for so long and understands this truth, so he can't tell Xu Baichuan.

Xu Baichuan smiled and said seemingly indifferently: "Then you have to tell me his cultivation realm, if he is too much stronger than me, it will be in vain for me to go." ”

The old man didn't hesitate this time, and responded very happily: "The little prince is practicing the Fa realm. ”

Xu Baichuan's eyes fluctuated slightly, he was just a sword cultivator of the Sword Qi Realm, although he could dominate in the first realm, but if he faced the Law Refining Realm, he was not too sure, and it could even be said to be extremely dangerous, the rest of the monks in the Law Refining Realm could already use some small magic weapons to kill the enemy for himself, and he only had one sword, no matter from any direction, it was not easy to deal with.

But now that he is standing in Qingyuan City, he can reach Qingyuan if he crosses this boundary line, and there is no reason to give up because his opponent is stronger than him, so he nodded and agreed.

What about the cultivators of the Law Refining Realm? After all, they are only flesh and blood, and if the long sword pierces into it, they can also be killed, and there is always some hope.

"I'm a sword cultivator, there's no reason to be afraid. ”

After saying a clueless word, Xu Baichuan's face suddenly smiled, what about the magic weapon drive, it is always a long sword that can kill, and what about the little prince, after all, he will die under his own sword.

Although the old man said that he had calculated Xu Baichuan and told a lot of lies, there was a true truth, Xu Baichuan was indeed like his old friend.

It's just that his old friend is dead.

Since Xu Baichuan had promised to kill the little prince, the old man didn't mind taking out some compensation first, and slowly walked back to the table in the flickering candlelight, and after rummaging for a long time, he took out a booklet, and the cover clearly wrote Qingyuan Zhimin Lu.

Xu Baichuan thought about it, he seemed to vaguely know something, it has always been rumored in Dali that Qingyuan and Dali are national enemies and family hatreds, and now it seems that something is wrong, if this is the case, there is no reason for Qingyuan Zhimin Lu to circulate in the hands of the old man.

These things are too complicated, and I don't know the ins and outs, I can't do it accurately just by guessing, Xu Baichuan didn't think about it, and instead looked at the roster opened in the old man's hand, he had all the identities and origins, and only one name was missing.

After killing the little prince, he will add his own name.

The old man closed the roster, put it in his arms, and said with a smile: "I can't give it to you now, I have to carry that person's head to change it, otherwise what if you run away, it won't be a big loss." ”

Xu Baichuan was silent.

The old man smiled, walked a few steps slowly, looked at the bright lights outside the tent, and said something irrelevant inexplicably: "The old man is from Dali, and you are also from Dali." ”

Xu Baichuan walked behind him, although he saw the same light, he didn't have the old man's sigh.

He just wanted to practice swords, but Dali's sword cultivation was scarce, so he wanted to change places to continue practicing swords, that's all.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the old man didn't take it to heart, and asked casually: "Dali sword cultivation is extremely rare, how did you learn the sword?"

Xu Baichuan said indifferently: "I want to learn the sword, I just want to learn, there is no way to learn it." ”

The old man was speechless, scratched his head, didn't know how to answer, and said after a long time: "It's late at night." ”

Xu Baichuan hummed and walked out by himself.

The youngster was waiting for him not far away.

He had already chosen a house when he entered the city, and when it was late at night, he went to sleep.