Under the leadership of Zheng Feng, Tiangangwei traveled through various places, and in just three days, he killed hundreds of mountain and wild cultivators, and his prestige was unparalleled for a while.

During the period, there were many people who resisted, but they were not systematic, and the only siege was in vain, and later, there were so many lives as a lesson from the past, no one dared to touch their tiger whiskers, and this time the chaos was calmed down.

Cultivation is a chance, it is difficult to find one in ten thousand, if you die for no reason, it is not worth it.

Because, Tiangangwei is all over the sky and is full of spirit.

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Wen Fu picked up a bench and leaned against the door, holding a warm pot in his arms, just squinting his eyes and chatting with the innkeeper next to him,

He doesn't go out often, he spends most of his time in the inn every day, and he knows the news and things that he gets from chatting with his neighbors, according to him, why go out like this, and he can still know about current affairs while sitting at home.

Xiucai doesn't go out, he can know the world, why can't I?

The two talked about some parents, and when they got to the back, the topic unconsciously talked about Tiangangwei.

Wen Fu didn't know anything about this, but the innkeeper next to him seemed to know a lot, and when he saw Wen Fu like this, he mysteriously leaned over and whispered to him for a while.

After listening to the words, Wen Fu couldn't help but lose his mind.

In the description of the innkeeper, Tiangangwei is the heavenly soldier and heavenly general who went up and down that day, specializing in catching demons and monsters who make trouble, saying that it is to restore peace in the world.

As for whether the words are true or false, not many people care.

Anyway, in the eyes of the secular people, the monk who can master the magic spell to call the wind and rain is the immortal and the heavenly soldier and the general, and he wants to set up an immortal tablet.

Wen Fu couldn't help but think of the two in the inn, if it was said that Xu Gongzi and Miss Mo were also immortals?

But they clearly said that they were just ordinary practitioners.

Wen Fu was stunned and was seen by the innkeeper, and he was very happy in his heart, after all, when others told him, he was also like this, and now he said it with this thought, and the inn said a lot to himself, and when the words in his heart were finished, he was satisfied and carried the stool back.

It's not early, it's time to make dinner.

Wen Fu didn't really listen much to those words, he knew that they were the innkeeper's complaints.

On this street, there are inns with only one person, and there are not few.

Winter days are always darker early, and it didn't take long for the two to finish their conversation before the sky became a little dark, and then Wen Fu woke up like a dream, suddenly got up from the stool, turned around and rushed into the kitchen.

His kitchen has stewed an old hen since he was middle-aged, and now after such a long time, God knows what it will be like.

When he hurriedly went to check, on the street outside the inn, Xu Baichuan was walking towards the inn with a lot of things, followed by Mo Tianyu, who was also holding a lot of things.

This is to prepare for Chinese New Year's Eve.

Even if it's thousands of miles away from home, the festival is always on the same day, so it's very good.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve should be the most special one.

The two of them were not slow, so it didn't take long for them to arrive at the inn.

Putting things on the table, just after drinking half a cup of tea, Wen Fu pinched the stewed chicken and brought it up, and the smell of meat was overflowing.

Wen Fu's cooking skills have always been good, and he has a reputation in this street, and in the past few days, many innkeepers and restaurant stewards want to invite Wen Fu to be the chef, and they also put down their words, and the price is open casually.

But every time Wen Fu politely refused, according to his words, this is very good, guarding a small inn of his own, it is best to have guests, and it is okay if there are no guests, so he lives a life in peace and stability, which is his pursuit.

After settling the dinner, Wen Fu still took the initiative to wash the dishes in the back kitchen, while Mo Tianyu was sitting at the window watching the lights of thousands of homes, and Xu Baichuan was wiping the autumn breeze with water.

Over and over again, until everyone was sleepy, it still didn't stop.

Mo Tianyu looked at Xu Baichuan with his chin propped up, and asked boredly, "Xu Baichuan, what are you doing here?"

"Rub the sword. ”

Two words, concise and to the point.

Mo Tianyu stuck out his tongue, "I know you're wiping your sword, but now that you've been doing this for a whole hour, don't you feel bored?"

Xu Baichuan kept moving, still wiping the blade of the sword, and it seemed that he was not ready to answer this question.

Mo Tianyu didn't care, snorted lightly, and said to himself: "You sword cultivators, you like to do these things in the clouds, don't say it if you don't say it, I don't listen to it yet." ”

She lost her temper a little.

If she had just met, she would never have revealed herself like an outsider, and now, she has known Xu Baichuan for almost a month, and they are already familiar with each other, so it doesn't hurt to say this.

Besides, Xu Baichuan's action really made her unable to understand.

Mo Tianyu continued to turn his head out of the window, looking at the cold street, lost his mind for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he sighed without warning.

She has something on her mind, but it's not easy to talk to others, so she can only keep it in her heart alone.

Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve.

It was supposed to be a day of family reunion, but she could only wander in this inn.

Some are not so appropriate.

Wiping away the tears that flowed unconsciously, Mo Tianyu returned to his previous indifferent appearance, got up and went upstairs, and decided to go to sleep.

It's all lonely, and it's useless to think about so many things that you don't have.

After she went upstairs, only Xu Baichuan and Wen Fu were left in the hall.

Wen Fu was counting the accounts by the light of the oil lamp, checking how much money he had spent a year, and by the time he had finished settling the accounts, the night was already very dark.

It's time to go to bed.

Wen Fu closed the ledger, stretched, and prepared to go to bed, but you didn't think it was appropriate to leave Xu Baichuan here like this, so you asked, "Young Master Xu, when are you going to bed?"

Xu Baichuan said softly: "I don't sleep tonight." ”

Wen Fu yawned and asked casually, "Are you going to polish your sword here overnight?"

Xu Baichuan stretched out his hand and flicked the scorching autumn wind, listened to the crisp sword sound, and nodded.

I don't know if I'm nodding to Qiu Feng or nodding to Wen Fu.

Or both.

Wen Fu smacked his lips, but he didn't say much, since he understood that Xu Baichuan was a monk, he was not surprised by this kind of thing.

Pick up the oil lamp and bring it back to the room, and only Xu Baichuan was left in the hall.

Strange to say, there was no moonlight tonight, the light was very dim, and it was very dark after the oil lamp was taken away on weekdays, but now there was still light in this church.

The light is clear and sprinkled all over the inn.

Fortunately, everyone fell asleep at this time, and no one saw it, otherwise there would be news of the appearance of the gods the next day.

At midnight, Xu Baichuan stroked the autumn wind that had been wiped hundreds of times, and his expression was inexplicable.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the inn, and under the clear light, a figure with a sword slowly appeared.

There is no hostility.

Xu Baichuan was stunned and asked with some uncertainty: "Why are you here?"

The figure laughed and said, "Why can't I come?"

There are now two sword cultivators in the inn, one is called Xu Baichuan, and the other is Zuo Siyao.

The person who came was none other than Zuo Siyao, a disciple of the Sword Sect!

Xu Baichuan thought about it and felt that it was very right, with a sword in hand, he could go to all the world, he could come to Da Zhou Tiandu, and Zuo Siyao could naturally come.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet here, and it was a little unexpected and unexpected.

Zuo Siyao looked at Xu Baichuan and sighed: "When I first met you, you were the first realm, and it has only been a few years, and you have reached the fire of your heart, and your talent is really unusual!"

Xu Baichuan didn't know how to answer, his talent has never been very good, and in his opinion, he really can't afford this compliment.

Zuo Siyao smiled, sat on the stool on the side, and said softly: "There have always been very few sword cultivators in this world, and it is even rarer to dare to show sword qi blatantly like you. ”

Xu Baichuan felt the coldness in his hands, and said softly: "I didn't expect it to be you...... coming."

Before the words fell, another sentence was added.

"The Sword Sect has closed the mountain. ”

There is a reason for saying such a sentence, when Zuo Siyao went down the mountain with a sword, the Sword Sect had not yet closed the mountain, and the disciples could still enter and exit, Xu Baichuan was afraid that Zuo Siyao would not know, so he added such a sentence.

Zuo Siyao was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "I know, I can't go back, I can't go back in this hundred years." ”

Zuo Siyao was originally a member of the Sword Sect, he grew up there since he was a child, and he had already regarded the Sword Sect as his hometown, and now he was not allowed to go back within a hundred years, and he felt a little melancholy and helpless.

He knew the predicament of the Sword Sect, and he also wanted to solve the siege, but his realm was only average, and there was still a long way to go before he stood at the top.

In the final analysis, the strength is still insufficient, if you can achieve a sword immortal, then you will still be affected by these bird qi, and you will be killed with a sword!

He scratched his hair, and suddenly asked, "Putting this aside, what are you doing here sharpening your sword in the middle of the night? Could it be that you have met some mortal enemy? You might as well say it, and I will help you cut it off." ”

The first half of the sentence is okay and the tone is calm, while the second half of the sentence is murderous.

Listen to it in your ears and shudder.

Regarding the matter of sword practice, this sword master uncle actually sees it very thoroughly, in the eyes of others, Xu Baichuan is just polishing the sword, and he can't see the subtlety, but in his eyes, it is very unusual.

This is sharpening the sword with sword energy, and it is communicating to stimulate the sword spirit, and there are many people who have done this in the past, and the goal is to fight with people.

That's why he asked.

Now I am waiting for Xu Baichuan's answer, after all, this is a foreign acquaintance, and he is still a junior he is optimistic about, so he is bullied, how can there be any reason not to help.