After stepping into Taiping City, no matter where he wants to go in the future, he will always stay in this prosperous city for a while, Xu Baichuan wants to see all kinds of swordsmanship that he has not seen before, and buy some good wine by the way.

And Wang Daguan, under the guidance of Fajing, went to visit various Buddhist temples in Taiping City.

If you want to spread the law, you naturally want to worship the dock when you come to a place, Wang Daguan doesn't understand, Fajing can be clear about this, and the three sects seem to be inclusive of all things, but in it, they are all unwelcome characters.

After all, there are so many incense beliefs, how can it be easy for people to meddle and divide a few percent?

Therefore, since stepping into Taiping City, Wang Daguan and Xu Baichuan have parted ways and have nothing to do with it, and they travel around Buddhist temples every day, but it is strange to say that although Wang Daguan is only a layman, he does not understand any Buddhism, but in the eyes of those famous monks, he is also a monk who sits on an equal footing with them.

The monks have their own set of principles, so Wang Daguan set up a temple in a place in Taiping City, called Pudu Temple, and the largest temple in Taiping City, Xiaoleiyin Temple, live next to each other, perhaps because of this, for a time the incense is at its peak, there were originally some people who moved their crooked thoughts, thinking that the newly erected temple was easy to bully, so they and a group of people went to fight the law, it was indeed a good calculation, but they were all drowned in the stomach under the manifestation of the Fajing.

Wang Daguan's Pudu Temple, in just five days, has already spread in Taiping City, it is a little famous, and the incense is continuous every day, therefore, the idea of Fajing is no different from a real person, and it can be displayed in front of people in the daytime, and even with the incense belief as a medium, it can be attached to Wang Daguan, temporarily reflecting some of its own cultivation realm.

The realm is not very high, it is just a fire in the heart, but for Wang Daguan, it is enough.

It can be described as a spring breeze, quite carried away.

As for his original mission to protect the bodyguard, he has left it behind, and what comes to mind again is not anything else, but he wants to find someone who can double cultivate.

What he wants to practice is Huanxi Zen, and Huanxi Zen can't practice alone, Yin and Yang are difficult to interact, even if they practice hard for a lifetime, they can't step in, but there is still a possibility that Yang Huo will die from dryness.

Therefore, finding a woman to practice Joy Meditation was a threshold in his heart, but he was now a high monk, and he couldn't act rashly, which made him very impatient.

In this regard, Fajing can't give a good answer, how can there be the best of both worlds in the world, now there are two or three big cats and kittens in Pudu Temple, and the cultivation will be talked about later.

On this side, Pudu Temple is in full swing, and on the other side, Xu Baichuan is sitting at the threshold of a small courtyard.

Looking at the frolicking of a few children in front of the courtyard gate, there was also a slight smile on his face.

After killing a lot, he was not short of possessions, and the troubles of the worldly people were no longer troubles for him, and then he bought a small courtyard in Taiping City.

It's not very big, it's not very luxurious, but the environment is quiet, and what makes him really like this yard is that there is a green pine planted in this yard.

For some reason, when he saw this green pine, a young man named Xie Qinghuan came to his mind, and then, this courtyard was his.

Whether it is snow on the ground, or smashing people's windows and tiles, in the eyes of these innocent children, they are all interesting, but if they do too many of these things, they will be a little boring.

There should be some changes.

And Xu Baichuan, who just moved in here not long ago, should be another kind of fun in the eyes of the child.

Even if their parents warned them not to approach Xu Baichuan, they didn't care.

A snowball whistled in, accompanied by a few babbling children's voices, interrupting the young man's thoughts.

The boy reached out to catch the snowball, not too angry, just looked at the group of children, thought about it, and then threw the snowball back in his hand.

It didn't hit people, but smashed on the ground, but the snowball touched the ground and scattered into many parts, but it caused a noise and scared a few people.

The children were a little stunned, but Xu Baichuan's actions were unexpected by them.

Xu Baichuan chuckled lightly and said to himself: "I'm also a teenager." ”

Yes, this young man who has been holding a sword for nearly four years, his appearance has not changed since he walked out of that Yizhuang, no matter who looks at him, he looks like a young man.

The young man is high-spirited, in his prime, and just right.

Xu Baichuan got up from the threshold, turned his head to the side, in his eyes, there was a figure flashing, ordinary people may just think it was an illusion, but he knew that it was real, someone was watching him, and some of his news should have reached the ears of some people.

He smiled, he didn't care very much, the road was already difficult to walk, it was nothing more than overcoming thorns and thorns, what to come, a sword to kill.

Not far away, the children rubbed out many snowballs again, and discussed them together for a while, very dissatisfied with the previous defeat, and then the snowballs in their hands were smashed out one after another.

Or Xu Baichuan.

This time he didn't take it, but waved his sleeves, and there was a sound of wind, blowing these snowballs back one after another, and whoever smashed them out fell on whomever they wanted, and none of the children were spared.

The children looked at each other, a little stunned, Xu Baichuan's way of coping was very magical in their eyes, very similar to the gods in the villain's book.

A child's idea is already whimsical and not confined to one place.

After they went back, a fairy came to Jingshui Alley and walked away.

It's just that they talk a lot of nonsense on weekdays, and not too many people believe it, and most of them laugh it off.

However, there are exceptions, such as the young man who is now standing in front of Xu Baichuan.

The young man was dressed thinly, covered with patches, and stood outside the door for a long time, and when Xu Baichuan opened the door in the early morning, the young man was covered with snowflakes, and the cold wind blew, and he was already shivering, and his face was even pale.

Xu Baichuan is not a person who rejects people and thousands of miles away, so he invited the young man into the room, and after sitting by the fire and drinking hot water, the young man's face looked a lot better.

The boy put the bowl down and whispered a thank you.

Xu Baichuan looked at the young man who had been standing in front of him early in the morning, and his expression was calm.

The young man is a mortal person, and there is no breath on his body, so it is naturally impossible to find him to seek revenge, or to covet his reward, that is another possibility, the young man has something to find him, or beg him.

He also heard what the child said, and thought that no one cared, but now it seems that it is a strange thing that someone believes it.

Xu Baichuan tapped his index finger on the wooden table, the sound was crisp, he was waiting, waiting for the uninvited young man to tell the reason.

The sword cultivation line often experiences in the rivers and lakes, so it is also contaminated with the temperament of many people in the rivers and lakes, and it is not enough to be jealous and hateful, but when he can, he will still help a bunch.

The young man didn't dare to look at Xu Baichuan, just stared at the empty bowl that had no hot water, and asked in a low voice, "Are you an immortal?"

These two words are extraordinary.

As far as Xu Baichuan knows, only those who can reach the realm of immortals in the world still exist thousands of years ago, and thousands of years later, there are only saints and sword immortals, and the immortals have long since dissipated.

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "No. ”

The young man's face was a lot more miserable, and he pursed his lips, a little distracted.

The young man raised his head, looked at the long sword on Xu Baichuan's waist, and asked again, "Are you a chivalrous man of the rivers and lakes?"

There were many expectations in his words, and it was obvious that he wanted to hear the answer he wanted in his heart, but Xu Baichuan was not a chivalrous man, so the reply was not.

The boy fell silent and said no more.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire.

Xu Baichuan closed his eyes and recuperated, he was still waiting, in the young man, he vaguely guessed something, and there was a lot of curiosity in his heart.

Half an hour later, the boy spoke again, only this time it was no longer a question, but an apology.

The teenager is leaving.

Xu Baichuan didn't stop it, looking at the young man stepping on the snow with one shallow foot, the cold wind blowing, and he couldn't help but shiver, and smiled.

The boy is somewhat familiar, and there is a shadow of someone in the boy.

When he was in Yunzhen, someone was like this, maybe even more miserable.

Retracting his thoughts, he closed the door, and the young man in white walked out of the courtyard gate and followed behind a poor young man, one after the other.

Each walks in the snow, each with a different artistic conception.

The young man's home was not far from the courtyard where Xu Baichuan was, and he only walked a distance before arriving at the place.

The boy's home is very dilapidated, only enough to cover himself, and compared with the surrounding people, it is much worse.

Watching the young man open the door and walk in, Xu Baichuan stopped, thought about it, took out a piece of broken silver and threw it to the vendor who sold some food, and got the news he wanted, and he also knew why the young man was looking for him.

The young man is called Feng Cheng, he has no father and mother since he was a child, and his grandfather is dependent on each other, he has lived a happy life, although he is not rich, but he is carefree, but there are unforeseen circumstances, people have good fortune and misfortune, in an accident, Feng Cheng's grandfather died, leaving him alone to survive in this world, if he endured it himself, life would not be so miserable, but after all, he was a young man, there was flesh and blood, and the death was a loved one, so he wanted to take revenge, but his arms were twisted over his thighs, so he came to this step.

After listening, Xu Baichuan's expression still didn't change much, but the footsteps he had stopped were moving again, and he soon walked into Feng Cheng's courtyard.

There was a coffin in the courtyard, and Feng Cheng was standing in front of it, muttering in a low voice.

Xu Baichuan looked at it for a while, and said loudly: "If you don't think about revenge, you will live much better." ”

Feng Cheng was surprised, suddenly turned his head, and looked at Xu Baichuan who was standing not far from him, his face was full of surprise and inexplicable, and the previous muttering disappeared, replaced by a firm word.

"This revenge is not shared, and there is no one who can do it if it is not revenge. ”

Xu Baichuan's expression was calm, and he spoke: "You must know that you are not a scholar, and you have no martial arts, even if what you are facing is not considered a row in Taiping City, but it is easy to deal with you, and you can't resist." ”

Feng Cheng turned around and said seriously: "If you don't try, how will you know." ”

Xu Baichuan smiled, Feng Cheng had a stubborn spirit, he liked it a little, he said: "There are many things in this world, they are not so simple, they can not be solved by taking it for granted, some places can be solved by strategy, but if you really count it, you have to rely on your own strength, your behavior is undoubtedly to hit the stone with an egg, and if you are not careful, you will be crushed, I am afraid it is difficult to keep a whole corpse." ”

Feng Cheng frowned, looked at the white-clothed young man who came with him, paused, and replied: "I should have died in the fire seventeen years ago, but I have lived until now, I have earned a lot, and if I die, I have nothing to be afraid of, I once heard a sentence called Although tens of millions of people go to me, I don't know the meaning of it, but I feel that I am not afraid of death." ”

Feng Cheng's answer was like a stream.

Xu Baichuan nodded, "It is true that there is that kind of bearing, but the person who said that sentence did not end well, you have to be prepared." ”

The voice fell, and before Feng Cheng could answer, he said again: "You asked me not long ago if I was an immortal, I said no, and then you asked me if I was a chivalrous man, still no, I know you are a little disappointed in your heart, but I responded correctly, I am indeed not these two, but sword cultivation." ”

The words are plain, like the willow wind blowing on the face.

Feng Cheng was silent for a long time before asking, "Sword Cultivation, what is it?"

This time it was Xu Baichuan's turn to be surprised, but he was not surprised for long, sword cultivation is famous among the three sects and mountain and wild cultivation, it can be said that everyone knows, no one knows, the deeds caused by the three-foot long sword make countless monks frightened, but in the world, the reputation is not very obvious, very few people know, most of them are regarded as swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, and it is inevitable that Feng Cheng does not know.

Without explaining what sword cultivation was, Xu Baichuan just asked Feng Cheng a sentence, "Do you want revenge?"

The question seemed a little redundant, but in Feng Cheng's ears, it had a different meaning.

Feng Cheng took a deep breath, his face turned red, he looked at Xu Baichuan tightly, and couldn't help nodding.

Since the death of his only relative, in the mind of the young Feng Cheng, he is thinking about revenge all the time, which is simply his only goal now.

Xu Baichuan said calmly: "You go and get a branch, wood and bamboo." ”

Feng Cheng nodded again, and soon took out a rolling pin in the courtyard and handed it to Xu Baichuan.

Holding the rolling pin in his hand, Xu Baichuan separated a wisp of sword qi from his body and placed it in it, and after getting the sword qi, the rolling pin changed its appearance.

The whole body exudes a sharp edge, which is no different from a wooden sword.

Holding the wooden sword in his hand, Feng Cheng's mouth opened wide, and he couldn't stop trembling, and an inexplicable thought arose in his heart, relying on this wooden sword made of rolling pin, he might really be able to take revenge.

Feng Cheng stopped his exaggerated appearance, and after calming down, he asked, "Childe is really not an immortal?"

Xu Baichuan smiled and didn't answer, maybe with his hand, in the eyes of secular people, it is indeed a fairy method, since Feng Cheng wants to think so, then let him go.

Xu Baichuan said softly: "You only have one hour, act quickly." ”

Feng Cheng took a deep breath and mumbled, and then, the young man with the wooden sword had already walked out of the door and stepped onto the street.

The cold wind that was still whistling and blowing on the young man seemed to be different from before, the young man did not feel cold, but his blood was boiling.

Xu Baichuan smiled, turned to look at the coffin placed in the courtyard, and said, "Come out and talk?"