Xu Baichuan, who was wearing the autumn breeze, looked at the majestic Guanzhou Mansion City not far away, and his eyes were a little amazed, he had seen many cities in the past, there were mountains and rivers, and there were Qingyuan national capitals, although they were also huge, but they were much worse than this Guanzhou Mansion City, and according to Xu Baichuan from the book, there were fourteen similar mansions in the Great Zhou, and each state capital could rival a country, and fifteen state capitals were fifteen countries.

Xu Baichuan walked on the stone street that could accommodate eight carriages and horses in parallel, strolling slowly, looking at the bustling and prosperous scenery, with a smile on his face, these days, he has been walking in the mountains, and what he has encountered is only a dozen families, and he has been away from this prosperous scenery for a long time, and it is inevitable to be a little excited to see it for a while.

The wine stall selling alcohol on the roadside handed out a dime of broken silver and beat a bottle of wine, and after taking it, he didn't cover it, so he walked all the way, drinking it slowly all the way.

The wine is not a good wine, and the temperament is not strong, but it has a bit of mixed water, Xu Baichuan doesn't care much, drinking is just to relieve his sorrow and boredom, let's find something to do for himself.

After all, walking alone, some loneliness is inevitable.

After he had drunk half of his wine, he walked around a long street and was suddenly stopped by two people.

It was a swordsman, with a long sword behind him, wearing a black robe, with golden lines on his chest, and a sword character was ticked.

It wasn't sword cultivation, Xu Baichuan didn't feel the sword qi on these two people.

So this is a group of charlatans.

So why stop him?

When these two swordsmen stopped Xu Baichuan, the pedestrians on the long street all avoided one after another, for fear that they would be provoked, but some were not afraid of death, so they just took a few steps back, stood in a place where they thought they were safe, stretched out their necks and looked at the scene here, their eyes were full of watching the play, it was obvious that they knew these two people, and they should also know what they had done.

Xu Baichuan didn't know, but looking at the arrogance of these two people, it shouldn't be a good thing.

He frowned, looked at the two people blocking the way, did not speak, and the look of displeasure jumped on his face.

He didn't hate it, after all, he didn't know what the two of them had done, but he didn't like it either, even though they also had swords.

The taller swordsman of the two looked at the autumn wind hanging from Xu Baichuan's waist, nodded, greed flashed in his eyes, and then said as if he was a saint in the clouds: "Do you want to die or do you want to live?"

When Xu Baichuan heard this, his brows furrowed even deeper, he really didn't like this swordsman very much now, and the one standing next to him didn't say anything either, and he even hated it a little.

This kind of similar words were also said to him by others, there were monks of the three sects, and there were mountain and wild cultivators, but in the end, everyone who said this sentence died under his sword.

Without exception.

Xu Baichuan was still speechless, his gaze became more and more cold, if there were cultivators who looked carefully, they could even see a sword in each of these two black eyes, which was the same as the autumn wind.

It's just that these two swordsmen who show off their martial arts don't know how to practice, so they don't know that there is a killing machine entangled in them.

Seeing that Xu Baichuan was still silent, the tall swordsman snorted coldly, repeating what he said not long ago, and at the same time, the greed that looked at Qiu Feng was already undisguised.

Xu Baichuan's face was already gloomy like water at this time, and at this time he had secretly decided in his heart that even if these two people were both swordsman seekers, they would definitely not be pleased, at most they would not hurt their lives, but only cut off their meridians and let them be wasted for the rest of their lives.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the swordsman with a greedy face, and gently pressed the hilt of Qiu Feng's sword.

In the eyes of the two swordsmen, this action is just pretending, so they are tricky, and the only ones who can be deceived are those hairy boys who have just come out of the rivers and lakes, they are disciples of the Blood Sword Society, so they are naturally not afraid of these.

The two of them pulled out their swords one after another, and said with a cruel smile: "But it's just a hairy boy, you dare to pretend in front of the uncle, if you answered well before, give your sword to the uncle, maybe you can still be left to run errands, as for now, there is no chance to ...... anymore."

Before the words fell, Qiu Feng had already pulled out an inch, and before the two could react, they fell to the ground struggling with their necks covered, and the iron sword in their hands also clanged and fell to the ground.

It looks a little hideous and terrifying, but Xu Baichuan knows that these two people are actually not much of a deal, but now that the meridians have been completely broken, I am afraid that they will have to be taken care of for the rest of their lives.

It's just that looking at the way these two people hate dogs, I don't think anyone will take care of them.

Then it will be left to fend for itself, and in such a situation, the sin deserves it.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and the onlookers didn't see anything yet, and the matter ended abruptly, and most of them felt ignorant for a while.

But one thing they know is that this young man can defeat these two people without much effort, and he is not bad at martial arts, he is so young and has such martial arts, why haven't he heard the name before?

They think that Xu Baichuan is a swordsman and a martial artist in the rivers and lakes, but in fact, how do they know that sword cultivation also uses swords, but it is much stronger than the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

The martial arts of the rivers and lakes hold the sword and fight with ten people, it is the limit, when they are young and middle-aged, they are strong, and when they are middle-aged and old, they are injured and miserable.

And sword cultivation is different, a long sword, the world can go, into the sea to cut the dragon, the sky to appreciate the laurel, just a thought, not to mention a long life, enough to sit and watch the vicissitudes of the world.

After Xu Baichuan solved the two people blocking the way, he wanted to leave here and find an inn to stay, but before he could leave, he was called to stay.

"Fellow Daoists stay. ”

In the distance, a middle-aged scribe in an official robe stepped forward, seemingly walking very slowly, but in fact, the speed was not slow, just a moment, and he had already reached Xu Baichuan's side.

Without looking at the two people who fell to the ground and kept moaning, the middle-aged scribe first arched his hand to Xu Baichuan before saying, "Daoyou, are you a sword cultivator? ”

As soon as these words came out, Xu Baichuan couldn't help frowning, and the blessing of the monks of the three sects besieging kendo, Xu Baichuan, who originally had a good impression of scholars, now disliked it, so he didn't like to contact with readers, and this question sounded to him with a deep meaning.

Xu Baichuan's right hand is still on the autumn wind, holding it gently, as long as there is a slight mistake, he will brazenly take out the sword, after experiencing dozens of life and death battles, he will also develop this serious habit, the person who comes is not an acquaintance, nor is it a sword cultivator, so it is always right to be careful.

The rivers and lakes are intricate, and the shady methods are inexhaustible, but there are not many cultivators.

Xu Baichuan said softly: "What kind of rules have been violated, please tell me what kind of rules you have violated." ”

The answer was polite and polite, so that people could not find the slightest fault.

I have read so many books in the Tibetan Sword Building, although most of them are kendo classics, but there are also Confucian sayings, it is not an exaggeration to say that Xu Baichuan runs through the three religions, and he should also develop this kind of bearing.

The middle-aged scribe could naturally detect this kind of bearing, so he couldn't help but glance at Xu Baichuan, he knew that Xu Baichuan was a sword cultivator, a thorn in the side of the monks of the three sects, but he still inevitably had some good feelings, although most of them were because of the two words Mr., but if he wanted to call him Mr., he should have read a few Confucian books, and he should be considered half a Confucian disciple.

After all, didn't the sage say that there is no class in teaching?

He was a Confucian, but he didn't like to fight with people like the other two religions.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said softly: "The lord of Guanzhou once set a rule, in the capital city, the monks should not disturb the people, if their own monks fight, that can be at their own convenience, just find a quiet place, do not disturb the people." ”

Xu Baichuan nodded and said calmly: "Then I will do it this time?"

The middle-aged scribe glanced at the two swordsmen lying on the ground and groaning, his eyes showed disgust, he also hated this kind of domineering person, but because of the forces behind them, he was afraid of getting into trouble, so he could only sit and not see, and now Xu Baichuan has a sword lesson, which is in line with his heart.

The middle-aged scribe said softly: "It's okay this time, Daoist friends have just arrived, and it is inevitable that you don't know, you just need to be careful in the future, but this kind of dregs of the Blood Sword Gate, it must not be a big deal to kill." ”

Xu Baichuan didn't ask the middle-aged scribe why he knew that he had just arrived, this was obviously a stupid question, and there was no need to say anything else, just by his Qingyuan official dialect, and the people around him were all Great Zhou official dialects, the difference can be imagined.

He smiled casually: "I don't know about the crimes of these two people, so I didn't have many killers, just a few bad words are not dead, after all, this is the capital city of Guanzhou, and it is not good to kill people." ”

The middle-aged scribe praised: "The governor is reasonable, knows good and evil, punishes big and small precepts, and is the style of a gentleman." ”

Xu Baichuan was speechless, he looked at the middle-aged scribe with a sincere face, a little surprised, since he hurried, except for a few scholars he met at the beginning, the rest were not friendly to him, he was a vulgar martial artist at every turn, maybe he had to spit on the ground, today's middle-aged scribe seems to be an alternative.

Seeing that Xu Baichuan was silent, the middle-aged scribe chuckled a few times, waved his hand to the officers and soldiers who were watching not far away, and asked him to send back the swordsman lying on the ground, and fell to the ground to obstruct the view.

After doing this, the middle-aged scribe looked at Xu Baichuan, who was dressed in white and had a handsome face, and asked softly, "Daoyou Zun's surname?"

Xu Baichuan frowned and hesitated for a moment before saying his name.

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he looked at Xu Baichuan in surprise and was very surprised.

Xu Baichuan's name has actually spread in the three sects, after all, he is the first person of the younger generation of sword cultivators, and he has killed many monks of the three sects along the way, although he has been silent for three years, and during this time of hurrying, the long sword in his hand has added a lot of lives, after all, it is inevitable to cross Qingyuan, and it is inevitable to fight and kill people, and the monk is greedy for his bounty, and he can't blame anyone for his death.

Therefore, the reputation spread more and more widely, at first it was only the human world, but as time went by, even the Demon Domain Buddha Land knew that the Sword Sect had a sword cultivator named Xu Baichuan.

After killing so many monks, it's hard not to be famous.

The middle-aged scribe was silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "The name of Xu Gongzi has already been heard of in the next morning, he can go against the general trend, and he can fight with a sword in the crisis-ridden human world, I admire it very much, the first person of the younger generation of sword cultivation, and it really deserves its reputation." ”

You can really hear the approval in it.

Xu Baichuan glanced at the slowly gathered crowd and said with a smile: "It's just a false name, and it doesn't have much practical effect, but it will attract a group of snakes, insects, rats and ants, which is annoying. ”

The middle-aged scribe chuckled and said, "If someone really wants to take it off, what should Xu Gongzi do?"

Xu Baichuan said seriously: "If it is sword cultivation, it is a sword competition, and success or failure is judged by victory or defeat, and if it is the rest, life and death are divided." ”

Since he came down from the mountain, this head is no longer all his, and the Sword Sect also has a share, although he is not a disciple of the Sword Sect, but in the eyes of the rest, there is no difference between him and the disciple of the Sword Sect.

If you want to take it off, you can, let's fight!