Reasonable?

Xu Baichuan's expression still didn't change much, but he just pressed his hand on his waist, there is a sword in this place, called the autumn wind, and he has killed many people, but the most killed is a scholar.

Scholars learn the righteousness of Confucius and Mencius, the principles of sages, and reasoning with others is usually quoted from the scriptures, although most of them rely on their tongues to dominate the world, but the scholars can stand in the three religions, and naturally they are not bad at other means, in addition to reasoning with their mouths, they can also use their fists.

It makes sense who has the biggest fist in this world, and the fist is an eternal truth.

This white-clothed young man who pressed the sword, he had been holding a sword for four years, and when he was bigger than a fist, he had never lost, as he thought, he couldn't lose in this life.

No matter what the scholar in front of him wants to say, but in his heart, he is the most reasonable one, and the sword in his hand is the reason.

What's more, he himself is in charge.

Xu Baichuan asked silently, "Do you want to fight?"

This kind of situation is already accustomed to him, and he doesn't feel too much, anyway, in the end, he is always the one who wins.

The scholar nodded, quickly shook his head, and said seriously: "You are a sword cultivator, and your reputation is very great, I can't beat you, and it is very likely that you will die under your sword, that is not cost-effective, there are many books in the academy, which contain the Heavenly University Question, I only read a small half, and the rest is not in my eyes, so I have to save this life to read it." ”

After saying a few words, the reader said it confidently and bluntly said that he was afraid of death, but he didn't seem to be ashamed.

When this scholar came, he thought that the courtyard was an ordinary sword cultivator, but after seeing Xu Baichuan, his mind changed, Xu Baichuan became famous at a young age, and the portrait had long entered the eyes of some people, he had seen and heard it, so he naturally knew that this sword cultivator was not easy to mess with, if it was only about the strength of the realm, he was not afraid, after all, he asked for a calligraphy treasure from Mr. when he came out, which was enough to deal with most troubles, and even if he was defeated, he could escape his life, but he knew that there should be some big people on this sword cultivator who left the means, and he could go all the way safe and sound, and he came here without danger, which was considered to confirm his conjecture。

A reader deserves to be a reader, and his ideas are really not bad.

Xu Baichuan looked at someone who was changing his hexagram on the spot, and frowned, but for the sake of insurance, he did not disperse the sword qi in his body.

There are countless means in the world, and the words are also half-truths and half-truths, and there is no shortage of people who are planted in this kind of words.

Xu Baichuan said indifferently: "When I was walking in the world, I once heard such a sentence, called every time you slaughter dogs, you are all readers, why are you afraid of death. Whether it's accurate or not, you scholars are not so good in this world. ”

The voice fell.

The scholar standing opposite nodded approvingly, as if he couldn't hear the sarcasm in his words, in this person's opinion, a woman's heart is the most precious thing in the world, if it is negative, it is really not as good as a pig and a dog.

Reading suddenly said: "My name is Cheng Yuqing." ”

It was his name, and he felt that he should say it, not why, but that he felt that it should be.

After saying the name, he spoke again: "I know that your name is Xu Baichuan, the sword in your hand is called Qiu Feng, and ......"

The words chattered a lot, and many of Xu Baichuan's deeds were said, which shows that he has done a lot of homework.

There is such a truth in the book, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

In the heart of this reader, it has always been cited as a classic.

The two of them were confronting each other here, and the voice was not low, and there was no concealment, and it spread clearly in the courtyard, falling into the ears of a young man who was holding a wooden sword and was at a loss.

The young Feng Cheng did not interject, but leaned on the coffin, carefully listening to the words of the two in his ears, and the more he listened, the more panicked he felt.

This young man who grew up in the dark for seventeen years in the burrow, after holding the wooden sword, saw Xintiandi, and was very yearning for a while, to put it in his heart, he didn't want the two to fight, for Jia Yuqing, I don't know why he has a good impression in his heart, and for Xu Baichuan, he is grateful to Dade.

But there's nothing he can do.

You can only watch.

And the two who can do it, in the cranky thoughts of a teenager, have discussed a compromise.

Each has one move, not counting the rest, relying on their own strength alone, with this trick to determine the winner, from now on no longer entangled, if they meet again in the future, then it is another matter.

I have to say that if Cheng Yuqing's temperament is kept all the time, he will definitely go far in the future, and he will be very careful about his life, then he will live longer than others, and no one in the same period will live longer than you, so he will naturally be regarded as surviving.

Cheng Yuqing took out a brush and carved it with white jade, which flashed with a faint light, and listened carefully, and there were faint words echoing in his ears.

People in the Confucian Academy, reciting all kinds of sage truths, the magic tools used are also related to sages, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and so on.

Xu Baichuan looked at Cheng Yuqing, did not draw his sword, but just pressed his hand on the autumn wind, as if this was enough.

Whether it's contempt, or something else, if you can do this, you have a dependence in your heart.

In the courtyard, the brush shines brightly, the invisible air waves swing out, and the already dilapidated courtyard is becoming more and more unsupportable, making a continuous tooth-sour sound, which is also mixed with a ghost scream.

Not only that, but the light also blocks out something.

There were three people in the yard, and one other thing, and the other thing, for the brush, was very afraid.

Confucian disciples Xi Sage's words, his chest is full of Haoran righteousness, and its lethality to ghosts is no less than that of Taoism, even if this light is not aimed at the coffin now, it is enough to make him suffer.

The next moment, the light condensed into a brushstroke, and with the stroke of a stroke, the momentum was magnificent, and it had reached its peak.

This blow can be regarded as using ninety percent of the force, although Cheng Yuqing is afraid of death, but he still has the heart of victory and defeat, and he inevitably wants to see if the legendary sword cultivation is really so powerful, is it really possible to break all kinds of spells in the world with just one sword in his hand?

The book is shallow, and when I learn about it, I have to do it.

Xu Baichuan looked at the pen blade that was slowly moving towards him, and the sword qi that had been accumulated for a long time was instantly unsheathed, and the strong edge was like cutting through the sky, and he met the pen blade with the momentum of not giving in.

The two collided, and the sound of gold and iron was endless, and a strong wind was born in it, blowing the two of them in their clothes and hunting.

Ordinary people have long been unable to stand in this strong wind, but these two people are like green pines and iron bamboos, and they are not moving.

The wind was constantly howling in the courtyard, Feng Cheng had never seen this kind of situation, for a while, he was blown back by the wind and walked back a few steps, fortunately there was a coffin behind, otherwise it would have been an upside-down onion.

The wind and waves lasted for about half an hour, and they calmed down with the defeat of one person, Jia Yuqing's robe was missing a corner, and it was drifting with the remaining wind and waves, as for the brush, although it was still held in his hand, the hand trembled.

Xu Baichuan was still pressing on the autumn wind, not even moving, he said calmly: "I could have killed you just now." ”

Cheng Yuqing nodded, put the brush away, and then said with emotion: "I thought that there was only one character like that one in the sword cultivation lineage, but now it seems that I am lonely and unheard, and I am not as good as you." ”

These words are sincere, and if you can't beat them, you can't beat them, and there is no other reason to find them.

Cheng Yuqing paused, and said again: "In the academy, there are many disciples and grandchildren, I am only one of them who is slightly outstanding, and there are even more brilliant than me, you will not be so easy to deal with them." ”

Yes, compared with the rest of the monks, the most dominant thing about the three religions is not the others, but the large number of people, every year can recruit many genius disciples, even if many have fallen, but as long as there is one, the effort is not in vain, the Great Zhou world is under the control of Confucianism, there are no less than hundreds of thousands of people who go to study every year, even if it is one in ten thousand, there should be several powerful people.

Xu Baichuan was stunned, and then smiled: "But in the end, I was standing." ”

Just this one sentence is enough, he Xu Baichuan, not afraid of anyone, maybe now even if it is a saint in front of him, he dares to make a sword, life and death for the time being, this is called brave!

Courage in the heart, along the way to overcome obstacles, you can reach the peak.

Cheng Yuqing immediately laughed and said: "If it weren't for the wrong position, I would like to be friends with you, it should be very interesting." ”

Xu Baichuan didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Feng Cheng and said softly: "What did you see with that sword just now?"

Feng Cheng thought about it, but couldn't answer, so he shook his head.

Xu Baichuan's expression was still the same, "Do you want to learn?"

When the words came into his ears, Feng Cheng was a little at a loss, and it was clear that Xu Baichuan was not much older than him from the top of his face, but he was just flustered, and he didn't dare to speak.

Xu Baichuan was not in a hurry, he looked at Feng Cheng patiently, and waited quietly for a reply.

As for why he asked this, there is a reason, a cultivator, qualification is the most important, no matter what your heart and future chances are, your qualifications are higher than others, you should always go further, Feng Cheng's qualifications are not bad, according to him, to go with the three sects is a bit condescending, sword practice is orthodox, if you don't die in the future, maybe you can become a great sword cultivator in two hundred years, maybe you can stand in front of that door and wonder if you can step in.

If he Xu Baichuan's qualifications are middle-class, Feng Cheng is superior, even if it was placed thousands of years ago when sword cultivation was prosperous, he could be regarded as a genius, and the major sword sects would rush to ask for it, let alone now.

And this kind of superior qualification, Xu Baichuan has only seen two, one is the owner of the building sitting in the Tibetan Sword Building, and the other is Feng Cheng.

As for why he knew Feng Cheng's qualifications, it was inseparable from the wooden sword, and the sound caused by Feng Cheng when he held the wooden sword told him everything.

Originally, it was just a compassionate heart on his part, but now it seems that there is quite a bit of karma reincarnation, and it is really a coincidence.

Feng Cheng didn't speak, but the wooden sword in his hand never let go, and he didn't know how to answer.

This young man has a yearning for cultivation, but he is afraid, Cheng Yuqing said the situation of sword cultivation before, and he also heard it in his ears, and he can vaguely guess what the situation will be like if he agrees.

Xu Baichuan smiled and said softly: "Don't worry, I'll stay here for a while, you can tell me if you figure it out." ”

Feng Cheng nodded vigorously, his expression was much lighter.

At this time, Cheng Yuqing suddenly spoke, "The road of sword cultivation is difficult to walk on, only one person has reached the top so far, and the rest of the others are all dead on the road, if you choose this road, you may not be able to walk steadily, and my Confucianism is not, there are countless predecessors who have opened up the road, it is already a towering avenue, you will walk very steadily, and if you follow me back to the school, I can tell the master, let you choose Mr. alone, no matter what you want to learn, you can go to learn." ”

Feng Cheng was silent, he couldn't understand the scholar in front of him.

The conditions thrown out by Cheng Yuqing are very tempting, and in front of anyone who understands the cultivation of the three religions, there is a good chance that he will get an accurate agreement.

And the reason why he put forward these conditions may be that he is really optimistic about Feng Cheng, or maybe he wants to beat Xu Baichuan somewhere.

Everyone has a competitive spirit, and not everyone can willingly accept winning or losing.

Xu Baichuan did not say anything about someone interfering in his hand, which path he wanted to take was to choose by himself, and the results obtained were all caused by himself, willing is willing, unwilling is unwilling, and there is no force.

Feng Cheng was still silent, and he was very hesitant in the face of his choice.

Cheng Yuqing looked at the young man and said again: "I can let your grandfather open his eyes to see the world again, and you can see him too." ”

As soon as the words were thrown, Feng Cheng's brain buzzed, and the scale in his heart suddenly shifted.

And beside him, Xu Baichuan listened to these words, his expression was strange, Feng Cheng's grandfather had bad intentions, he had no family affection for Feng Cheng, and he was full of thoughts about how to take away his body, if he appeared in front of Feng Cheng, there would be a good show.

Xu Baichuan, who originally wanted to leave, had the intention of staying.

Feng Cheng walked towards Cheng Yuqing, saluted solemnly, and said some words, which were a little chaotic because of his excitement, but the whole meaning was still clear, and he wanted to see it.

Cheng Yuqing took out a piece of paper full of articles and pasted it on the coffin, so the old man who had been hiding in the coffin was forcibly pulled out, and the soul body, which was originally invisible to ordinary people, was also revealed because of the article.

The old man was a little stunned, but he was helpless, he was helpless to find that except for Feng Cheng, the other two could easily pinch him to death.

Feng Cheng burst into tears and said a lot to the old man, most of them were trivial matters in life, which could have been unnecessary, but he had been in his heart for a long time, he always wanted to say it, and then he said it.

The old man just listened, but did not answer, and looked at his grandson, who was complaining to him, with a complicated expression.

Cheng Yuqing said softly: "It's time for you to talk about what you think." ”

Although the words are mild, the meaning in them is unquestionable, like the decree of heaven and man, which cannot be violated.

The old man's expression became more and more complicated, and under the pressure of a certain momentum, he finally revealed all the secrets that had been sealed in his heart for a long time.

Feng Cheng's face was pale, and he said many times that it was impossible for him not to believe it, but he knew that it was true.

It's no wonder that every time I ask my parents, I get vague words, which is the case.

This young man felt very confused.