The middle-aged scribe looked at Xu Baichuan's face, a little strange, this unexpected remark, he didn't expect it, he thought that Xu Baichuan was the kind of gentle son's character, his words and deeds were all polite, but now it seems that he is still like those monks, who can fight to the death for a name.

He doesn't understand, although he himself is also a cultivator, the realm is not low, has reached the heart fire, originally it stands to reason that his cultivation is the realm, in Confucianism is also good, go out to be a scholar master, open a sect of schools is also successful, although he is quite old, but he can practice this road, never by age, it is possible that you look at a person is a hairy boy, maybe he has lived for hundreds of years, the road of cultivation is the road to immortality, and longevity as the name suggests is to extend life, otherwise there will not be so many people who want to practice, even if it is just to step into the first realm, it is enough to extend the life span of more than ten years, if it is to the gate of heaven or Tianque, that is even more incredible, the years are hundreds of thousands, or even nearly 10,000 is not impossible, and in the long practice, most of them will see through the worldly red dust, and they are completely disdainful of the official positions of the human dynasty, so under the influence of this, there are very few monks of the three religions who are officials, even if they want to assist the king, they wear Confucian robes, and those who wear official robes like middle-aged scribes are also another kind of outliers.

Maybe that's why he doesn't care about Xu Baichuan's identity as a sword cultivator.

Maybe it should be?

Maybe.

Xu Baichuan looked at the crowd that had gathered together, and he didn't want to be here anymore, so he said goodbye to the middle-aged scribe and went to find a quiet place alone.

The middle-aged scribe thought about it, then readily agreed, looking at Xu Baichuan's figure far away, his face changed from a smile to calm, and when he came to a no-man's land, he saw the officers and soldiers dragging the swordsman, he called an officer and soldier, and said softly: "Have those two people been sent back?"

The officer and soldier replied without hesitation: "Lord Hui, I didn't show much expression after seeing the two of them, but I just crushed a wine glass in my hand, which looked quite normal." ”

The middle-aged scribe sighed, just crushed a jade light wine glass, it seems that Zheng Ying has not yet reached the point of getting dizzy, it should be that the two people were just injured and did not die, walked back and forth two steps, and said softly: "Spread the matter of those two people in this market, the sooner the better, the more people know about it, the better, it is better to make a fuss." ”

The officers and soldiers asked: "My lord, why should this not be pressed in private?"

The middle-aged scribe didn't answer quickly, just glanced at the officer and soldier, and soon his face turned pale with fright, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, and he kept falling.

The officers and soldiers only remembered now, this adult is known as an old poison, and there are definitely a lot of people who died in his hands, just now I asked like this, it was simply a death, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and my body couldn't stop trembling, just when I was about to kneel, the middle-aged scribe suddenly spoke: "Rules are rules, the court is clear from top to bottom, how can I do it and you need to talk more?"

The officers and soldiers didn't dare to speak, so they knelt on the ground with a plop, their limbs propped up on the ground, the sweat on their foreheads kept falling, and their eyes were soon blurred, and behind him stood several officers and soldiers, all of whom looked at him with a happy face, laughing in their hearts.

The middle-aged scribe didn't mean to let him get up, his expression was flat, "It's just this time, I won't take it as an example, what I want to do will naturally have my reasoning, and I don't need others to say more." ”

The officers and soldiers raised their red and swollen foreheads, and said loudly, waiting for the middle-aged scribe to let him get up, he dared to wipe the sweat on his face, and at this time his clothes were already warm, although it was already early autumn, but the weather was still as hot as ever, not to mention that he was wearing an iron armor, I am afraid that he would not even have the strength to stand up after kneeling for some time.

After showing some of his deterrence, the middle-aged scribe quickly left with his officers and soldiers.

What he didn't know was that Xu Baichuan saw all this clearly.

Xu Baichuan emerged from the shadow of a corner in the alley, looked at the departing people, and sighed, this middle-aged scribe appeared too cleverly, just after the two swordsmen were taught by themselves, how to think about it is a little weird, and even he felt that the two swordsmen and the middle-aged scribe were in the same stream, but this was just his guess, and he didn't know whether it was true or not, but he didn't guess wrong, this middle-aged scribe should really not have any good intentions, although he didn't know the purpose, but looking at what he did just now, he shouldn't be a good person。

Since you're not a good person, you don't have to communicate much.

Xu Baichuan shook his head, slowly walked out of this small alley, and stepped into another one, the roads in the city of Guanzhou are intricate, and all kinds of alleys and roads are connected together, even locals will often get lost, but Xu Baichuan walked exceptionally smoothly, without the slightest drag of mud and water, as if he should have walked like this, as if he was born and raised in Guanzhou City.

However, he is a reasonable person, this is the first time to come to Da Zhou, the reason why he is so familiar is that he is all entrusted with the work of the sword building, which has thousands of books, there are righteous ways and practices and customs, he also saw the map of Da Zhou in it, and asked the landlord Liu Shirt before deciding to come to Da Zhou.

Compared with Qingyuan, Da Zhou's situation is much better, and the most intuitive embodiment is that the place where Xu Baichuan is going next is a sword cultivation place.

Twisting and turning through three or four streets, a green courtyard, suddenly in front of you, look not big, but extraordinarily exquisite, the small courtyard is full of bamboo, all kinds of postures, and so on, and on the left side of the courtyard gate, there is a plaque, written with three vigorous characters.

'Bamboo leaf house. ’

Xu Baichuan looked at the scene under the plaque for a moment, and recalled in his mind what Yang Yi had said to him when he went down the mountain, saying that there was a kendo predecessor in Guanzhou Mansion City, who was also a disciple of the Sword Sect, but it was not a Qingyuan person, nor a human world, but a person of the Great Zhou, and for this reason, he also abandoned his own champion identity, which was a sensation at the time, and the champion of the Great Zhou, as long as he did not provoke the Great Zhou Tianzi and the Confucian people to be unhappy, after a few years, no one was lower than the four-grade official, and it was not impossible to even be in charge of a state capital.

And this senior did not want to be an official, so he decided to abandon the pen to learn the sword, after leaving a manuscript of poetry, he left the Great Zhou with a few retinues, and slept in the wind along the way, and when he walked to the Sword Sect, he was left alone, the shape was withered, only a gust of wind could blow down, and the rest of the entourage was not left, so he was included in the Sword Sect to learn the sword, and Yang Yi and others were the same generation, and when he returned home after learning, it was not as hard as when he came, and the sword was lost in a blink of an eye.

Xu Baichuan thought about the situation when he was in the sword, and his face showed a look of yearning, "The sword is flying, I don't know how long it will take me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a warm voice responded: "I used it for twenty years, Yang also used it for twenty-five years, and Liu Shan, who has the highest talent, only used it for seventeen years. ”

Xu Baichuan looked at the young sword cultivator wearing ink bamboo sleeves who came out of the courtyard, and realized in his heart that this must be the kendo senior, he said seriously: "Sword cultivator Xu Baichuan, I have seen Yi Qingzhu's senior. ”

Yi Qingzhu chuckled: "Liu Shan has already told me about you, saying that you are the most outstanding young descendant in the past few decades, let me take care of you, now it seems that it is true, the first person." ”

After Xu Baichuan decided to go down the mountain to Da Zhou, the landlord Liu Shan remembered Yi Qingzhu, so he contacted him with the secret method of kendo and asked him to keep Xu Baichuan safe.

Yi Qingzhu did not refuse, he was a disciple of the Sword Sect, and he had already firmly laid the brand of the Sword Sect on his body, and it was natural to take care of the people who came after him, and he also wanted to see how Xu Baichuan, who could be entrusted with so many wishes and walked alone to the Great Zhou, had a brilliant place.

Xu Baichuan said softly: "Senior Yi is going to let me stand outside?"

Yi Qingzhu smiled, did not feel rude, sideways to open a gap, and invited Xu Baichuan to sit in the courtyard, while he himself went to pluck a few leaves from the bamboo and went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea, and when he poured it into the cup, the bamboo leaves were still green.

Xu Baichuan raised the teacup, first put it under the tip of his nose and smelled it, a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves poured into his nose, refreshing people's spleen, and when he drank it, he felt comfortable in his limbs, as if he was soaking in a bucket of hot water.

Putting down the teacup with only one bamboo leaf left, he exhaled a breath and said softly: "Good tea, I heard the sect master say that the good bamboo leaf tea brewed by Yi senior, the drinkers are all amazed, and it is really extraordinary." ”

Yi Qingzhu smiled suddenly, and said with a smile: "In addition to practicing swords, there is only this hobby, soaked for hundreds of years, and there should be some achievements, as for Yang Yi said that my tea is good, that is, who in the Sword Sect does not know that he Yang Yi likes to drink, and he is disdainful of tea, and the only one who can say this can only be Liu Shan." ”

Xu Baichuan was speechless, what he said was true, Yang Yi did say that Yi Qingzhu bamboo leaf tea is the best drink in the world, but Yi Qingzhu didn't believe it, and he had no way, as for Liu Shan, he didn't talk to him.

Xu Baichuan looked at the bamboos scattered in the courtyard, and suddenly said, "Senior Yi likes Wenzhu very much?"

Yi Qingzhu nodded and said: "I used to read a lot of books before practicing swords, although most of what I learned was, but there is still some truth that can be seen, and the sentence that I appreciate the most is,' Bamboo, gentlemen, the world can not be exclusive', this is secondly, really let me like bamboo, or from the Great Zhou left to learn the sword of the road, I thought it would be very fast, but I didn't expect it to be thousands of miles away, which also met a lot of robbers of the house, so the gold and silver brought to spend quickly, when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, I met a bamboo forest, and it happened to be the beginning of spring, there were many bamboo shoots, so it was saved by the bamboo shoots to save a life, and the time after the real like of bamboo, so even the name has been changed. ”

Xu Baichuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, he was shocked by the actions of this senior, how could he change his name so casually, so he asked suspiciously: "The senior's family has no opinion?"

Yi Qingzhu swallowed a sip of bamboo leaf tea, swallowed the bamboo leaf by the way, and after putting down the teacup, he replied: "I entered the Sword Sect to learn swords when I was twenty years old, and I was already one hundred and thirty years old when I went down the mountain, and I stayed in the Sword Sect for one hundred and ten years, how can ordinary people have such a long life expectancy as mine, when I go home, my parents Gao Tang at home have already gone to the immortals, and now so many years have passed, now I am the one with the largest generation, I want to do something, who dares to have an opinion." ”

Xu Baichuan was speechless for a while, this senior is really casual.