The cold wind was howling, Feng Cheng's face was pale and his clothes were thin, and he was even more helpless in this cold wind.

What the old man said was a heavy blow to him, his grandfather, who had raised him for seventeen years, was actually a revenge for killing his relatives, and this kind of situation would not be too uncomfortable for anyone.

Feng Cheng took a few steps back, bent over, stuck the wooden sword on the ground, and supported himself, if he didn't do this, the young man who had been hit hard would probably fall to the ground.

The old man looked at all this, sighing, not remorseful in his heart, but complaining that he didn't start earlier, he shouldn't have waited for adulthood and crown, if it was earlier, even if he got the physical qualifications, I am afraid that it is no longer Feng Cheng who chooses those two paths now, but him.

As for cultivation, he has already entered into a demonic state, and no matter what means he uses, it is acceptable in his opinion.

Feng Cheng held the wooden sword to calm the turbulent waves in his heart, and when he looked up again, he looked at the old man with no eagerness as before, but faintly with some hostility.

For some reason, he was a little grateful to Shi An now, if it weren't for the Black Tiger Gang Leader, I am afraid that the result would have changed a lot.

In the end, if people are not for themselves, heaven and earth will be destroyed.

Cheng Yuqing took out a fan out of nowhere, fanned the wind with a gentlemanly demeanor, looked at the grandparents and grandchildren whose situation had changed, and said, "How do you think he will choose?"

Xu Baichuan's expression was calm, he turned his head to look at Cheng Yuqing, and did not speak.

Judging from the things he has experienced now, the little good impression he has left for scholars has been exhausted, not to mention that Cheng Yuqing still came to trouble him, and he didn't want to respond.

Cheng Yuqing smiled, knowing that she was disgusted, she was not annoyed, she just closed her mouth, and the fan in her hand still kept moving.

And with the action of his fan, a certain momentum became more and more intense, and the old man floating on the coffin, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he felt that there was some kind of stone pressing on his heart, pressing on his back, and he couldn't breathe.

This is very strange, only living creatures need to breathe, and the old man is already dead, and it is incredible to the old man to be able to give birth to this feeling now.

The momentum is getting heavier and heavier, and the old man can only try his best to bow down in order to alleviate this feeling, but this momentum is invisible, how can he solve it because of his movements?

And the initiator of all this, the reader with a fan, always had a smile on his face.

After all, there are still some things that can't be seen, so since you can't see it, you have to use some means to punish one or two, and this scholar does it as a matter of course.

Xu Baichuan, the only one in the courtyard who could stop him, did not make any moves, in fact, if it wasn't for Cheng Yuqing's action, Xu Baichuan might have done something, but maybe he couldn't say.

The old man couldn't stand this kind of oppression, but he couldn't solve it, so he could only keep screaming miserably.

Feng Cheng looked at the old man's miserable appearance, and then turned his head to look at Cheng Yuqing, thoughtful. It's just that he didn't stop it, but treated it as invisible, maybe this is the best way.

Feng Cheng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were slightly red, and he asked with puzzlement: "Is cultivation really more important than relatives?

The old man gritted his teeth and suffered pain, and did not have time to answer the question.

Despite this, Feng Cheng still babbled a lot, but none of them were answered, but his heart was like a mirror.

I don't know when, the fan stopped fanning, the momentum disappeared abruptly, and the old man gasped, looking like a broken jar and a broken jar. You don't know how good your cultivation qualifications are, you look at the two people in this courtyard, they can practice to that point at a young age, they can't be called geniuses, their cultivation qualifications are definitely good, but you are better than the two of them, and I have cultivated all my life, but I have never been able to cross the threshold, since this is the case, then why can't I take you, you were born to your father, your father was born to me, in the final analysis, I created you, then I can do anything to you, this is what I think in my heart. ”

Speaking of the back, it has already brought a bit of madness.

Feng Cheng closed his mouth tightly, and the little persistence left in his heart was suddenly washed away.

The old man has no family affection in his eyes, only the desire for cultivation, in his heart, cultivation is really important, and the rest can be abandoned.

Feng Cheng was silent for a long time before he spoke: "After all, you have raised me for seventeen years, and I will find you a good cemetery." ”

The old man's expression was still crazy, and he said viciously: "Cemetery? No, I want your body!"

Feng Cheng no longer spoke, nor did he look at the old man, but turned to Cheng Yufang and saluted.

Go without saying.

Then, the paper attached to the coffin flew back into Cheng Yufang's hands, and the old man disappeared at this time.

Looking at the depressed Feng Cheng, Cheng Yuqing exclaimed: "Repaying him with righteousness is quite gentlemanly." ”

Feng Cheng kept his mouth shut, this young man felt that today's events were like a dream, which was very unreal.

Cheng Yuqing shook the fan in his hand, listened to the screams of weakness in the coffin, and said softly: "The world is like chess, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, life is between heaven and earth, it is helpless, only you can rely on yourself, now you have no worries, if you are in this world, but you have wasted your piece of jade, however, jade is not a weapon, how about you go to study with me?"

Feng Cheng pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Cheng Yuqing should really appreciate Feng Cheng's piece of jade, seeing that he didn't answer, he spoke again: "Feng Cheng, you have to know one thing, your qualifications are very good, this is a good thing, but also a bad thing, in addition to the three sect monks and not very pleasing sword cultivators in this world, there are also some miscellaneous sneaky and evil ways, if they meet you, they will inevitably be greedy, how can you resist them at that time? You can only be put on the chopping board, slaughtered by others, and walk in vain in this human world." ”

Cheng Yuqing is indeed right, in addition to the righteous path between heaven and earth, there are also some strange and ghost ways, all kinds of strange methods, although they have been suppressed by the three sects over the years, and they have declined a lot, but there is always that part of the capital, and the inheritance has not been broken, if those people really find Feng Cheng, the consequences are definitely more difficult to describe than words.

Feng Cheng's expression changed slightly, although he had not been exposed to cultivation, he knew that what Cheng Yuqing said was absolutely true.

Feng Cheng opened his mouth and said, "If I don't want to go with you......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Yuqing with a smile, "That's your choice, I'm just giving an opinion, how to choose, it's up to you whether you want to go or not, the road is your own way, as long as you don't regret it in the future, there is only so much you can say, you think about it yourself." ”

Feng Cheng nodded, "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to learn the sword." ”

Since he held the wooden sword, Feng Cheng had always held it in his hand and never let go, perhaps at the beginning, he had already made a choice.

Cheng Yuqing nodded, with some regret on her face, but in the end she didn't say anything, since the result has been obtained, there is no need to say more.

So, the scholar left the courtyard very happily.

There were only two people left in the courtyard.

Xu Baichuan has not spoken, Feng Cheng is acceptable to him whether he practices swords or not, and it seems reasonable to practice swords now.

Xu Baichuan slowly spoke, "After you choose it, you can't change it, it's too late for you to regret it now, that person hasn't gone far, you can catch up." ”

Feng Cheng shook his head and said firmly: "Don't change." ”

Xu Baichuan snorted, looked up at the noon sky, and said softly: "It's not early, you used a lot of strength before, you should go eat something, and change your clothes by the way, although the sword cultivation line doesn't care much about dressing, but you are not very elegant." ”

After the words were spoken, there was already a little smile.

Feng Cheng nodded and did not refuse.

The two of them stepped out of the courtyard door, first had a meal at the best restaurant in the neighborhood, and then went to the tailor's shop to buy a few suitable robes, and when these two things were done, all that was left was to dispose of the coffin.

Feng is a person from Taiping City, and his family has an ancestral cemetery, and after paying some money to ask a few people to bury the coffin in it, the matter is over.

And at night, Feng Cheng did not go back to the broken yard, but stayed in Xu Baichuan's yard.

When he got up on the second day, he was no longer the down-and-out appearance he had before, dressed in black, holding a sword in his hand, and he really had the demeanor of a chivalrous man.

And the fly in the ointment is that this charlatan is holding a wooden sword.

It's a little weird.

Xu Baichuan was wearing a green shirt, with a genuine sword hanging from his waist, looked at Feng Cheng, and said calmly: "I already told you about the situation of sword cultivation last night, you follow me to learn swords, not to worship me as a teacher, in the future, it is not too late for you to meet a sword cultivator with a high realm and then apprentice to a master, or you can walk a way out by yourself like me." ”

Feng Cheng hugged the wooden sword tightly and nodded a little blankly.

Xu Baichuan didn't care whether Feng Cheng understood the meaning or not, and continued: " If you are learning swords in the Sword Sect, you can go to the Tibetan Sword Building to choose a sword of your own, there are many swords in the Tibetan Sword Building, many of which are inherited by predecessors, if you choose one, the road will be much easier in the future, but this is the Great Zhou World, there is a long distance from the Sword Sect, you don't reach the heart fire before, or don't want to go, you will die inexplicably on the way, therefore, you can only find a sword in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the sooner the better, as for the wooden sword in your hand, it is not very suitable. ”

Although it is said that after the realm is profound, everything in heaven and earth can be a sword, and it will not be confined to one thing, but this step is a bit far away after all, and it is possible to think about these only when you reach enlightenment, and before enlightenment, you still honestly look for a suitable iron sword.

As for finding a sword so quickly, it is because of a habit of sword cultivation that has been inherited through ancient times, the longer you hold the sword in your hand, the more you can communicate with each other, even if you don't have sword energy, you can give birth to some mysteries.

In the rivers and lakes, this truth is also widely spread among swordsmen, and even gave birth to a swordsman called a sword raiser, who cannot practice by himself, so he can rely on the accumulation of time in his hands, relying on the mysterious sword sprouted by inheritance, and he can also deal with some cultivators.

Listening to the words in his ears, Feng Cheng thought for a while and said, "I know that there may be one place, but as for whether there is one, I have to go and see if there is." ”

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal, and asked, "Where?"

Feng Cheng smiled and said seriously: "Blacksmith shop!"