The two were talking about the saint in the courtyard, and in the room, Feng Cheng was holding his own stalk, stunned.

This young man thought that one day he would be separated from Xu Baichuan, and it would be his turn to take that road, but what he didn't expect was that it would be so fast, which caught him a little off guard, and he was used to practicing swords under Xu Baichuan's guidance every day, and he would have to practice alone in the future, which should be very unaccustomed.

It's just that no matter how unaccustomed you are, you have to adapt, if you want to make a great achievement on the road of sword cultivation, you can't always be under the protection of your wings, you have to rely on yourself to walk a certain way, whether it is life or death, how much you can achieve in the future, you have to rely on your own hard work.

Now all he can rely on is the rivers and lakes in his hands, and nothing else.

Feng Cheng muttered to himself, "Brother Xu, I will definitely become a great sword cultivator in this heaven and earth, and I will definitely not lose your face." ”

As for why he said this, it was because of the overwhelming sword aura exuded by Xu Baichuan not long ago, during that period of time, there were many scenes in front of him, some people slashed the stars with one sword, slashed the big demon with one sword, and even saw thousands of swords crisscrossing between heaven and earth, like stars shining, and each star was a sword immortal.

Prosperous scene, a brilliant scene.

And this kind of brilliance also planted the seed in his heart, making him also yearn to reach that point, to be able to kill a saint demon with a sword.

This is not a fool's dream, but it may become a reality, after all, his qualifications are good, not only recognized by Xu Baichuan, but also seen by Lin Shugui, but his road is a little difficult to walk.

It's hard to walk, as long as you walk steadily, you can keep walking, slow down, slow down, and you can reach that peak.

Feng Cheng exhaled lightly, suppressed these chaotic thoughts, closed his eyes slightly, and looked inwardly at his heart lake.

I don't know when it began, it was a dry heart lake, and at this time, there was a trace of sword qi in it, although it was weak, but it was indeed a fact.

With this trace of sword qi, then he is a sword cultivator, and the sword qi is the proof of stepping into the sword qi realm.

The reason why he can roughly guess a few points, Xu Baichuan took out the sword, and the situation caused not only by killing those enemies, but also helping him cross that barrier and become a sword cultivator from the beginning of the swordsman.

It's fundamental, and I still don't worry about him.

Feng Cheng opened his eyes and wiped away the tears that flowed out of nowhere, not sad, but smiling.

And when he turned his head to look out the door, he was startled.

The master and Cheng Yuqing looked at him from outside the door, which made him a little embarrassed.

The master looked at the fire, and soon understood that Feng Cheng's identity had a lot to do with the Tianmen Sword Cultivator who left not long ago, it seemed that he should be a preacher to solve doubts, and he had the status of master and apprentice, but there was a little bit that the Master couldn't understand, since the Tianmen Sword Cultivator wanted to leave, why didn't he take Feng Cheng with him, but stayed here?

This is incompatible with both reason and reason.

During the period of conversation in the courtyard, Cheng Yuqing still did not tell the master Xu Baichuan's identity, so he had the conjecture in the master's heart.

The master smiled, very kind, so that Feng Cheng unconsciously remembered the husband who taught in his childhood, and he had a good impression in his heart, even if he knew that this good feeling was very wrong, but he couldn't do anything.

Fortunately, the master didn't want to do anything to him, after all, with the ability of this scholar, if he wants to kill someone, as long as the realm is not too high, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, it is a dead end.

Feng Cheng knew this, so he behaved very well-behaved.

The master stroked his beard lightly and said softly, "You have a good talent, why do you want to practice swords?"

Hearing the words in his ears, Feng Cheng was a little overwhelmed, held the rivers and lakes tightly, and replied after a long time: "Because sword practice is the strongest!"

There are only six short words, which can be solved categorically, full of affirmation.

The master smiled and said: "There are endless methods between heaven and earth, all of which are exquisite, with your qualifications, if you go to the orthodoxy of the three religions, it will only take a hundred years to reach the point of the old man, and if you want to practice the sword to reach the point of the old man, it will take two or three hundred years, which is stronger and which is weak, it is clear at a glance." ”

Feng Cheng took a deep breath and said unconvinced: "But sword cultivation is always the most lethal, with only one sword in his hand, the world can get it!"

The master smiled dumbly, this is indeed the truth, these sword cultivators rely on the sword in their hands to be sharp enough, and they are rampant and domineering here, and they can take a few swords if they are not convinced, and they can indeed go anywhere.

When you meet the mountains and open the mountains, you can really conquer the world with a sword in your hand.

The master squinted his eyes and said meaningfully: "You still have time to study, many things between heaven and earth cannot be solved by fighting, killing and killing, and learning is the right way." ”

A word fell.

Feng Cheng was still firm, but this time compared to before, he drew his sword more.

The young man has the courage to ask the gods of heaven and earth for a sword.

The sharp sword qi surrounded the rivers and lakes, leading to a sword roar, which was very crisp.

Cheng Yuqing tugged at the corners of his mouth on the side, he was speechless, his own master is good anywhere, he just likes to tease others, and his prestige in the Confucian Academy is not low, Feng Cheng is targeted, and the result should not be too good.

The master looked at the young man holding the sword in front of him, and was interested, "You just stepped into the sword qi realm roughly, why do you dare to draw the sword in front of the old man, you are not afraid that the old man will kill you with one blow?"

Feng Cheng said seriously: "Brother Xu said that no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, whether you can win or not, you have to make a sword, if you want to kill me, I will shoot a sword against you." ”

Brother Xu, surnamed Xu, sounds like a young man again, could it be Xu Baichuan?

The master glanced at Cheng Yuqing, slightly dissatisfied, thinking that I am your master, preaching and teaching to solve doubts, and you actually have something to hide from me, is there still me in my heart?

Cheng Yuqing took a few steps back and looked at him left and right.

"The moonlight is nice tonight......"

The master was neither light nor heavy, he snorted, but he didn't have any other thoughts, he just felt that Cheng Yuqing was wrong to hide himself.

The master waved his hand, "Forget it, the old man of your younger generation will not be involved, if you don't want to, you won't want to, and don't regret it in the future." ”

Cheng Yuqing suddenly asked, "Master, why do you say that the saints of the Three Sects want to exterminate Sword Cultivation? In my opinion, the Three Sects and Sword Cultivation can completely coexist. ”

This question came suddenly, the master was slightly stunned, and replied with a frown: "According to the knowledge passed down from ancient times, when the Three Emperors were still there, the Three Sects and Sword Cultivation have always been well water and do not interfere with river water, and do not provoke each other. ”

The master looked at Cheng Yuqing with a strange expression on his face, "Yuqing, you have always been a disciple of the Confucian Academy, and there are some rules, you know." ”

Cheng Yuqing smiled knowingly and nodded.

The master turned his head to look at Feng Cheng, "The way of the sword is difficult, there are many divergent paths, and there are many thorns, you can do it yourself." ”

Feng Cheng looked serious and did not speak.

The master whispered a word of amusement, then walked out of the room, and soon disappeared.

The two watched the master leave, with different thoughts.

There was silence for a long time.

Cheng Yuqing exited first, breaking the tranquility.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will move to the Taiping Inn. ”

Feng Yuan wanted to refuse, but Xu Baichuan's words were deeply rooted in his mind, so he couldn't refuse, so he could only nod in agreement.

Cheng Yuqing said softly: "Since this is the case, then rest early, late at night." ”

After saying that, the scholar left the room, and seemed to have gone to sleep.

Feng Cheng put away his sword qi and didn't feel sleepy, just sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly stroking the rivers and lakes in his hands, his mood was incomprehensible.

......

The sword light is horizontal, and the distance of thousands of miles is fleeting.

It didn't take long to leave Taiping City, and in just a quarter of an hour, he crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

For others, it may be a difficult journey, but for Xu Baichuan, who flies with Edgeworth, it is only in a blink of an eye.

It didn't take long to come to a huge city that had been weathered for a long time and depicted the mottled years.

This is the Great Zhou Tiandu.

Independent of other state capitals, but high above, it is a veritable capital of the Son of Heaven.

Although the rest of the cities are good, they each have a prosperous atmosphere, but compared to this big Zhou Tiandu, no matter how you look at it, it is small.

This is the center of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the Great Zhou Heavenly Son is in the city.

A certain young sword cultivator who came from afar came for exactly this.

Dropping the sword light into the sheath and walking in this ancient city of Tiandu, which has a history of thousands of years, Xu Baichuan's arrival did not surprise anyone.

At this time, it was night, and according to the law, there should be a curfew, but where is this place, this is the capital of the Great Zhoutian, with a population of 10 million, there are law-abiding people, and naturally there are people who ignore it.

The Great Zhou is big, and the Great Zhou is also big, there are always some places that can't be managed, plus there are people who are sheltered, so they come and go, and some places are outside the law, there is no need for curfew, the lights are bright day and night, and there is a prosperous scene.

That's exactly what this place is.

It's called the Qinhuai River.

This place is the best romantic realm in the Great Zhou Tiandu, whether it is a talented beauty, or calligraphy and painting antiques, rare treasures, or to do some other things, as long as the starting price is paid, it is omnipotent in ten miles of Qinhuai.

Even so, in these ten miles of Qin Huai, you can not know the rest of your deeds, and no one blames you, but if this most famous Merry Qinglou does not know, then it will be made fun of.

Everyone in the entire Great Zhou Tiandu knows that all of Qin Huai's sisters in Shili are excellent in kung fu and have wonderful postures, so they will teach you to linger.

Therefore, most Qinglou has never lacked customers, after all, those dignitaries, handsome sons, or romantic Confucian students, this is a favorite scene.

No, there is another sentence of the sage that is often chanted and called by them: There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book.

As for whether the sage meant this, there is nowhere to know, and they don't want to know, when they come to Shili Qinhuai and come to Qinglou, they only know one thing, hold these handsome sisters and rest for a night.

As for the night after, that is: a night of joy and warbler crying, and the morning chicken Sixiao is in the west and east.

All kinds of flavors, wonderful.

Ten miles of Qinhuai, still lively, there are graceful sisters everywhere in the green buildings to attract guests, the target is not those familiar customers, but the new customers who look at the face.

It's always for something, and new customers are easy to coax a lot, and besides, the taste will be different from regular customers.

When you get used to something, you will want to change it to a new one.

It's just that the new customers who come here are led by regular customers, and they are not very easy to deal with, and they are recruited here every day, just thinking about when they are lucky enough to meet once, if they are eye-catching, they can paste the silver money in the eyes of these sisters.

The candle shadow shook the red wave overnight, and the gold was not enough to envy.

Having said that, it's hard to say whether you've found a match for your eyes.

Qinglou was soliciting guests as always, the crowd was still bustling, all kinds of cheers were endless, and they looked hot, and in the midst of these crowds, there was a young man with a sword in a green shirt who entered their eyes.

Cultivators are different from the world, they eat the aura of heaven and earth, and perceive the truth of all parties, even if they are not usually exposed to the outside, they are almost full of unique charm, and when they are placed in the crowd of worldly people, they will stand out from the crowd, and it is difficult not to get people's attention.

Not to mention that this young man is really handsome and slender, so he is even more popular with these sisters.

So they no longer hesitated, they showed off, and greeted each other again and again, expecting the young man in green shirt to take a look.

It's just that although he worked hard, it didn't have much effect, Xu Baichuan, who was wearing a green shirt, ignored this, did not waver in any way, and still walked slowly.

This sword cultivator just wanted to find a quiet place to rest for the night, and he didn't want to get involved in anything else.

He went farther and farther under all kinds of temptations, not caring about the deep lost gaze.

Ten miles of Qinhuai, it is not long to say that it is long, and it is not short to say that it is short.

Two hundred years ago, it was just a remote river, and then it gradually became prosperous because of the gathering of some lawless people, but only these ten miles were counted as prosperous, and the rest of the land was the same as ever.

After leaving Shili Qinhuai, there was not so much noise around, although it was still brightly lit, but it was also a lot quieter, only some drunken drunkards wandered the streets, and in the end, they fell to the ground with a plop, and then there was the sound of dogs barking, as for whether they could get up tomorrow, or if they couldn't wake up for a long time, no one knew, and no one cared.

Each one sweeps the snow in front of his own door, and does not care about the frost on the tiles of others.

That's it.

If you don't make a good move, but you will complain, no matter how you look at it, it won't be worth it.

Therefore, when some half-drunk people surrounded Xu Baichuan, many people saw it, but no one said anything to help, just silently retreated, standing in the distance to watch, and there was still a faint look of excitement on their faces.

Most of them were thinking about what would happen to this young man in green shirts in the future, but in the end, they all pointed to two places, the beggar's nest and the green building in the north of the city.

If it is not good-looking, then it will be sold to the beggar leader by breaking his hands and feet, and if he is handsome, he can be sold to the Qinglou, as for what will be done after entering the Qinglou, no one will care, and the silver will be in hand.

Since the establishment of Shili Qinhuai, these things have been common, and it is not easy to survive here with all the tails and tails, relying on oneself alone.

Either there is power, or there is power, or there is power, and those who have no power and powerless can only be oppressed by others in this realm.

It's just that this is talking about worldly people, and there are cultivators outside of the world.

Coincidentally, Xu Baichuan, who was stopped by a drunkard, was a cultivator, and he killed an enlightened person not long ago, which one is not afraid?

And these drunkards are still giggling, spitting out the smell of alcohol, and shouting robbery in their mouths.

This should be called self-defeating.

But it's no wonder, after all, it's a person who doesn't know, and he can't blame anyone, but himself.

Xu Baichuan's expression was calm, and he didn't put these people in his eyes, but just opened his mouth and said a word.

And as soon as the word was spoken, the group of drunkards were even happier, and shouted loudly, and before the words fell, they rushed forward one after another, apparently thinking of winning with a large number of people.

Xu Baichuan didn't draw his sword, these people didn't deserve him to draw his sword, he just kicked out a kick and kicked a drunkard, and the drunkard's body couldn't help but fly upside down, and the drunkards who were fierce just now fell to the ground one after another, without moving at all.

It's not dead, but if you pass out, you must wake up tomorrow morning, and something very interesting will happen.

Interesting is interesting, Xu Baichuan doesn't want to watch it.

glanced at the many ill-intentioned figures not far away, did not make much movement, and soon turned his head and stopped paying attention, but casually entered an inn that was still welcoming guests.

And after he walked into the inn, the drunkard who fell to the ground suddenly disappeared, and many people knew where to go.

This inn is not big, there is no inn common running hall and small two, only a young man is dozing, sleeping soundly, it seems that if no one comes in, he must be able to sleep until dawn.

Xu Baichuan stretched out his hand and gently tapped the table, waking up the young man.

The young man yawned, sleepy-eyed, full of sleepiness, half-squinted at Xu Baichuan, his head little by little, and he was about to fall asleep soon.

Xu Baichuan said softly: "One upper room, I'll leave tomorrow." ”

Along with the words fell, there was also a silver tael.

The young man scratched his head, full of reluctance, and did not seem to want to move at all.

But it's also good to think about it, sleep soundly, and be woken up like this, and it's already good if you don't lose your temper.

But after all, it is an inn, and you have to smile and welcome guests from all over the world, no matter whether your temper is good or bad, silver can't deceive people after all, and it's best to have silver.

Receiving the piece of silver in his arms, a smile appeared on the young man's face, "The guest officer is really embarrassed, the small shop is small, there is only one upper room, it was set an hour before you, and the money has been paid, although the guest officer has not come yet, but the small shop is not easy to give to you, how about changing to a middle room?"

Xu Baichuan is not the kind of person who is unreasonable, besides, he just stayed for one night, so he nodded in agreement.

Then the young man led him to a room.

Although it is a medium room, it is not bad, all kinds of guys are available, and it is not worse than the upper rooms of the rest of the inns.

It's a joy for all.