Stayed quietly in Qingyuan City for three days, during which no one came to disturb, as if the old man had forgotten that Xu Baichuan stayed in the city, not only that, not even the person who delivered the meal, fortunately Xu Baichuan chose this family is not bad, there are still many meters left in the rice tank, there are still a lot of bacon hanging on the beams, even behind the house, there are a few vegetable depressions, although autumn has passed, it is almost winter, but there are still a lot of vegetables left in the vegetable depression, Xu Baichuan has lived alone for a long time, cooking is just a trivial matter for him, even if no one comes to care about him to eat, these days are also good, it is much better than gnawing on the dry food of the hard state when he is in a hurry。

Therefore, he is very happy these days, he doesn't have to waste a lot of time on the road every day, go out to eat and rest, whether it is day or night, he is always with the sword in his hand, constantly honing his swordsmanship and sword qi, and even sleeping kung fu, he has to sit cross-legged and hang the sword in his body.

His qualifications are not very good, and sword cultivation is an extremely difficult road to take, if you want to go further on this road, in addition to the guidance of famous teachers, you can only rely on your own hard work, Xu Baichuan now has no famous teachers, so you can only rely on yourself.

On the tenth day of his sword practice, there was a lot of snow, almost in the blink of an eye, the black and red city walls were decorated with a piece of white, from the outside, it still looked like an iron-blooded castle, but a bit like a legendary fairyland.

Xu Baichuan moved a small table and put it under the eaves, and made a pot of hot tea, which was still found in the room, although it was not very good, but it was much better than the coarse tea he drank in the small shed.

Sitting opposite him was a young general named Li Yangbai, who was drinking tea reluctantly, although he couldn't wait to drink it, but his face was still that disgusted, and he frowned and said: "According to me, this tea is not comparable to wine, drink a mouthful of bitterness, how can there be a strong wine!"

Xu Baichuan slowly spoke: "Whether it's tea or wine, it's always for people to drink, it doesn't make a difference to me, if I find wine in this room, it's naturally wine, but unfortunately there is only tea here." ”

Li Yangbai rolled his eyes, what is in this house, he knows it clearly, there is wine hidden in the house next to it, and only this house has some tea, he thought that Xu Baichuan would go to another house, but he didn't expect to only toss in this house, he didn't come to Xu Baichuan these days, but he knows his whereabouts, and he practices sword and meditation every day, if it weren't for the heavy snow today, I'm afraid Xu Baichuan is still practicing sword.

Thanks to this heavy snowfall, he got a rare opportunity to rest, so he wanted to come to Xu Baichuan, whether it was drinking or drinking tea, it was usually difficult to drink, in Qingyuan City, this is all the property of civilians, the first military law that the defenders should learn is not to covet civilian property, even if the old man wants to drink, he has to endure it, here the military law is greater than the sky, he can drink tea today, and thank Xu Baichuan, after all, he is the only civilian in this city.

Li Yangbai opened his mouth and asked, "There is wine in the house next to it, why don't you go and get it?"

Xu Baichuan took a sip of tea, exhaled a white breath, and didn't answer why he didn't go to get the wine, but said softly: "Have you thought about the time to do it?"

This sentence has no beginning or end, if other people hear it, they may be blindfolded, Li Yangbai happened to be here for this sentence today.

Li Yangbai shrunk his neck, the wind and snow have gradually become very big, he is not wearing thick, just when he drinks tea, there are a lot of snowflakes falling into his neck, although he is a battlefield martial artist, even in the ice and snow, he can hold a weapon and fight with people, but now is not the time to fight, he can endure the cold, not afraid of the cold, so he said sincerely: "The wind and snow are big, I don't know how to go in and talk?"

Xu Baichuan looked at his shrunken neck, quickly understood, nodded, got up and entered the room, Li Yangbai smiled, and followed.

Xu Baichuan's house is really good, not only has meat and rice, but also a fire pond, and the only place that may not be beautiful is that according to Li Yangbai, there is no wine.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to drink.

So he went out again, and under the guidance of Li Yangbai, he came back with a jar of wine, Li Yangbai had already made a fire in the house, and even the kettle for warm wine was ready.

There is not much wine in this jar, all poured into it can be filled with kettles, set up on the fire pit, looking at the gurgling and bubbling kettle, Li Yangbai greedily took a sip of wine, sighed and said: "You should drink wine in winter, drinking tea is really boring." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and didn't say much.

Most of the men in the army are good at drinking, one is heroic, the other is to alleviate homesickness, the young and the old man who left home and returned, the country accent has not changed the sideburns, this sentence of poetry made by the sages, almost wrote the life of the soldier, guarding the border is easy to say, it is indeed difficult to do, and therefore, wine is the best thing to dispel sorrow.

Pouring out the warm wine, Li Yangbai couldn't wait to take a sip, sighed comfortably, closed his eyes and savored it, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes again, his face was a little ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If it weren't for the cycle of this bastard drinking and making trouble, so that the general issued a ban on alcohol, in the past, the wine would be sent with the grain convoy, but now it is good, I can only look at the wine in this house." ”

Xu Baichuan was stunned, it turned out that what the cycle said was really true, he was really expelled because he drank and misbehaved, it is indeed rare.

After sitting by the fire and chatting with Li Yangbai for a while, and drinking most of the wine, Li Yangbai finally talked about the purpose of his coming here today, and the Western Turks couldn't hold it anymore because of the heavy snow, and they wanted to gather troops to do the last siege.

The little prince has been leading the Western Turks, and it is time for Xu Baichuan to make a move.

Xu Baichuan nodded, hung the autumn wind on his waist, and said a word and left.

So he really left, leaving Li Yangbai alone in a daze at the wine jug.

After a long time, Li Yangbai sighed faintly, and finally held back his hand, got up with a tangled face, and followed Xu Baichuan, who had already gone away.

In the drifting snow, Xu Baichuan walked very slowly step by step, he used to walk in the snow, at that time he was just to live, but now he is going to kill.

But it's not different, it's just human life.

The street is not long, after Xu Baichuan saw the old man, Li Yangbai rushed over, the old man's face was a little unsightly, he smelled the smell of wine on Li Yangbai's body, and knew that he had drunk a lot of alcohol, and he had issued a ban on alcohol, so he couldn't drink.

Therefore, the old man kicked Li Yangbai hard.

Li Yangbai seemed to have known that this would be the case, so he didn't dodge this kick, came to the old man with a smile on his face, beat his back diligently, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I haven't drunk for a long time, I can't help it for a while, besides, this son invited me to drink, and I didn't steal it." ”

The old man snorted coldly, but his face looked a lot better, let Li Yangbai beat his back, turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan, and said calmly: "You should know everything." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded, stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, and said calmly: "When will you make a move?"

The old man didn't hesitate much, and said bluntly: "Tonight, the heavy snow should stop at that time." ”

Xu Baichuan said, I know.

And there is not much other much volatility in the rest.

He knew very well that he wanted to go to Qingyuan Kingdom to learn swords, and he couldn't get around the little prince, a cultivator of the Refining Realm, no matter what, the old man was sure of him, and he couldn't resist, after all, he also knew that Qingyuan Kingdom guarded the customs and checked the people, and he couldn't go in alone, unless he cultivated into a great monk who didn't go to the secular dynasty in the future, but unfortunately he was only in the Sword Qi Realm now, and he could only rely on that booklet.

What's more, he is a sword cultivator, and the exercises he practices are not adding a complete Qi Gong method.

Ordinary sword cultivators have been able to be the best in the same realm, he can't be worse than them, or even stronger, he has killed a lot of demons along the way, so that he has a lot of understanding of his own strength realm, the monks of the same realm will die when they meet him, if they are higher than him to a realm, as long as they enter his three-foot land, the long sword will also die.

Although the little prince of the Western Turks said that he learned the Confucian method and dressed himself as a scholar, this does not mean that the Confucian method he learned is orthodox, and the first saint of Confucianism once set the rule that orthodox Confucianism cannot be passed on to the enemy, this sentence is regarded as a treasure by Confucian scholars, even if it is thousands of years and tens of thousands of years, the orthodox method has been tightly held in the hands of China, and what has been passed out is only the path that descendants have noted according to their own understanding, which is not orthodox, and the little prince's blonde hair and blue eyes are undoubtedly enemies in the eyes of Confucian disciples, so Xu Baichuan dares to conclude that even if the little prince has learned Confucianism, he has become a monk in the realm of law refining, not necessarily better than him.

At most, it's five or five.

Xu Baichuan will not necessarily lose, and the little prince will not necessarily win.

The old man smiled, changed his posture and let Li Yang hammer his back, and said slowly: "After all, he is a cultivator of the Law Refining Realm, you do suffer a little from the above, but after all, this is a fight between your monks, and we can't help much, it is better to do this, the old man told you about the old friend that night, although he is no longer alive, but he gave me a sword before he died, and the old man is not a sword cultivator, it is useless to hold it, if you kill the little prince, the old man will give you the sword, what do you think?"

Xu Baichuan touched the autumn breeze and said with a smile: "My sword cultivator, having a sword in hand is enough, you don't have to be greedy too much." ”

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "You went to Qingyuan Kingdom to learn swords, to learn the principles of those swordsmen, and the sword he left behind also has a lot of truth, after all, it will be of a lot of benefits to you. ”

The old man said it very clearly, and Xu Baichuan also felt that what he said was right, so he didn't think too much, so he responded directly.

I thought in my heart, after learning the truth, I would find a suitable owner for this sword and pass it on, which can be regarded as doing my best.

The old man looked up at the sky and felt that this first heavy snow of the year was something special.

Even if it's for someone.

The snow in Xu Baichuan's hand had melted, so he stretched out his hand and picked up some again.

Raise your hand casually.

Just sprinkled on the old man.

The old man was stunned, and then laughed and said, "You are indeed very similar to him, they are all the same fun, but he likes to stuff snow directly into my neck." ”

Xu Baichuan shook his head and said calmly: "I am just me, not anyone else, he is also him, and no one is like him." ”

The old man nodded and sighed: "I heard that this kid Yangbai said that your sword is called Qiufeng, which is a good name, and the name of his sword is not bad, it is called honeysuckle. ”

Xu Baichuan was silent, for some reason, he always felt that the sword that was left behind had some unusual truth in it.