Under the falling leaves in the sky, the two stood by the stream, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Abbot Jiang's whole body was tense, and his two exposed arms were bruised by the clenching of his fists.

He took a rough breath and said in a deep voice, "Where is that old ghost named Fushanhe now!"

Ning Baifeng pondered for a moment and said, "This person should have gone to the Sword Forest, or possibly to Lizhou, or Qianzhou. ”

This kind of analysis is completely based on the remnant soul of Uncle Liu released by the Quarter Moon Fall in the Sword Pool, but it is still too general.

Abbot Jiang frowned and said, "I will verify these words of yours!" If they are true, I will remember your favor." ”

Ning Baifeng shook his head, "No need, Jiang Tianci became a sword servant of Fushanhe, and there is also my reason, it's just to repay the debt." ”

Abbot Jiang didn't speak, and looked down at the stone table that had been torn apart, and the wine that had long been drained.

"I'm sorry, but you're invited to drink...... I'll get it again. ”

As he went, the momentum in the forest was discharged, and the stream flowed happily again, rushing the fallen leaves downstream.

Ning Baifeng picked up a few intact spirit fruits, washed them in the stream, then sat on the gravel, took off his shoes, put his feet into the stream, stepped on the stones at the bottom of the water, and then took a bite of the spirit fruit, thinking about things slowly.

Abbot Jiang came over with two jars of wine, but he didn't take the bowl.

Ning Baifeng's action of biting the spirit fruit stopped.

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Abbot Jiang sat on a gravel next to him, threw one of the jars of wine to him, and said: "Since Jiazi, my brother and I have met every ten years, and these wines were originally left by me to him, since that wine worm entered your stomach, fortunately you drank it openly, and it doesn't make much sense for me to keep it any longer." ”

Ning Baifeng took the wine jar, took the last bite of the spirit fruit, threw the remaining few spirit fruits over, and said: "No wonder Jiang Tianci has a beard, looking like a middle-aged person, I can't imagine that you two brothers are already sixty or seventy years old. ”

When he first met Jiang Tianci outside the Heavenly Sword Gorge, Ning Baifeng even thought that he was some old-timer. After all, under the beard and weed-like hair, it is difficult to tell the real age. Perhaps because of this, he didn't see the reason why the two looked similar.

Abbot Jiang laughed at himself, "Jiazi practices qi, and the hundred-year-old sword cultivation is especially young, and the martial artist is already old." If you form a sword gall, you will have a lifespan of two hundred years, and sixty or seventy is already considered young, but compared to someone like you who has already formed a sword gall in less than ten years after entry, I am indeed old. ”

Ning Baifeng smiled and didn't explain. Pat open the mud seal and drink slowly with the jar.

Abbot Jiang looked at the stream quietly, his eyes were abrupt.

The two of them sat by the stream, letting the fallen leaves fall on their shoulders.

After being silent for a long time, Abbot Jiang suddenly lifted the jar and swallowed the cow to drink, drinking wine like drinking water.

After eating most of the wine, Abbot Jiang exhaled the smell of wine and said: "I have been trapped in the mountains for decades, but in the end, I ended up in this situation. After this sword fight, if you can survive, you should really go out for a walk. ”

Ning Baifeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

The matter of the sword dispute has been decided by the pavilion master, and it is not surprising that he, Abbot Jiang and Yue Hanyi will follow him south to face the Sword Pavilion.

As for Nan Qiuye and Qi Yu, the two of them were not considered disciples of the Sword Sect, so naturally they did not need to participate in the sword battle.

"According to the Great Elder of the Dossier Hall, the Taibai Sword Mansion and the Qinglian Sword Ping will be merged into the Upper Sect from the Lower Sect. ”

Abbot Jiang seemed to know what he was thinking, and opened his mouth to explain: "So Nan Qiuye and Qi Yu, if nothing else, will also participate in the sword fight. ”

Taibai Sword Mansion and Qinglian Jianping are the affairs of the lower sect of the mountain gate, and there are many people in Kunzhou who know about it, but the merger of the lower sect into the upper sect involves the problem of the ancestral hall of the sect, which is not a trivial matter.

Ning Baifeng thought for a moment and asked, "Is this what the Pavilion Master means?"

Abbot Jiang took a sip of wine, "These two families want to merge into the Shangzong, and they are already here

It's been a long-standing thing, their founding patriarch used to be a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, and now the establishment of the sect is imminent, and at this time, merging into the upper sect is both a happy event and a recognition of the ancestors and returning to the sect, which is a good thing for both parties. In fact, not only these two, but also a few want to merge into the sect, but because the qualifications are too low, the patriarch of the sect can't fight with the eight poles of the sect, and there is really no way. ”

After drinking, Abbot Jiang, a man who looked extremely calm, gradually said more.

Ning Baifeng smiled, and found that this matter had little to do with him, so he didn't think about it anymore.

On the contrary, before the pavilion master returned to the Sword Pavilion, he asked him to go up to the seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion within three months, which should be before the founding ceremony.

In this way, Ning Baifeng suddenly felt a little pressured.

He raised his head, looked through the gap between the forest leaves, looked at the misty Sword Pavilion, and said softly, "You have been to the Sword Pavilion, how is it inside?"

Abbot Jiang put the wine jar on his lap and said, "It's useless to ask, everyone's feelings are different, you have to go and see it yourself." ”

He paused, stretched out his finger and pointed to the slight purple light that came out of the clouds, and continued: "I checked the classics in the Sect Hall, and this sword should be the new Sword Pavilion Master Sword, so there should be a lot of changes in the Sword Pavilion, which is also the reason why the three people who went first have been wandering on the first and second floors so far." ”

Ning Baifeng looked at the purple light, and suddenly thought of many things in his heart.

Once Master Feng said that he would make his sword the main sword of the Sword Pavilion, he thought it was a lie at first, but he never thought that now it would come true.

The world has changed, and it's so amazing.

Ning Baifeng retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at Abbot Jiang, "When are you going to go to the Sword Pavilion?"

Abbot Jiang thought for a while and sighed: "There is such a big thing happening on the mountain, and I am a big disciple of the lineage, so I have to stay and do something." After the ceremony. ”

Ning Baifeng sighed slightly, didn't say much, and raised the wine jar towards Abbot Jiang.

Abbot Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then immediately came to his senses and raised the altar to touch.

There was a soft bang.

The two drank together, and after a few breaths, Abbot Jiang threw the empty wine jar into the stream and let it float downstream with the stream.

Ning Baifeng looked at the wine jar that was gradually drifting away, his eyes fell on the grass-headed blacksmith shop by the stream, and his heart suddenly moved.

He looked at Abbot Jiang and asked, "Can I ask you for a favor?"

Abbot Jiang looked down at the white-clothed young man sitting on a stone with his feet in the stream, "What's the matter?" ”

Ning Baifeng's left hand shook, and a long sword full of cracks appeared in his hand.

"I see that you have a refining furnace here, and you want to be proficient in sword training, can you help me repair this sword. ”

In the battle with Pei Qianshan, although he was killed, the loss was not small. The bridge was directly shattered in the rain, and the sword was also full of cracks, and if you wanted to repair it, you had to find a swordsmith to reforge it.

There is a place for casting swords in the mountain behind Zhenyue Peak, and some of the brothers of the same sect have no hope of breaking through the realm, so they turn to cast swords, and by the way, they repair the flying swords for the disciples of the mountain gate.

He came out today, although the main thing was to solve the problem of wine, but he didn't want to inquire about the sword-forging furnace.

At this time, it happens to happen, so it doesn't hurt to ask by the way.

Abbot Jiang took the sword and looked at it carefully.

The long and narrow body of the sword, with the tip of the sword as .asxs., is covered with several cracks, and it looks like it will shatter into several pieces at any time.

Abbot Jiang weighed it and said, "The damage is very serious, and it costs a lot to repair it. ”

Ning Baifeng immediately smiled bitterly.

Cultivation is a bottomless pit, and the mountains of gold and silver are also empty. Sword cultivation is even more so, once the flying sword is damaged, it is a business that has to be drained of the family's funds, but it is still refused.

Some people even joked that sword cultivation is fatal when fighting, and it is also fatal when cultivating swords.

Ning Baifeng reached out and took out a piece of wood from the mustard seed bag in his left sleeve

box, opened it and took out ten folded back coins, and handed the rest to Abbot Jiang along with the box.

"That's all there is to it, you can watch it......"

He didn't even want to look at the box, he saw too much flesh pain.

Abbot Jiang took the box and glanced at it, there was a lot of money in it, which was a lot of money for many Sword Billet Realm Great Cultivators.

Abbot Jiang pinched the box, raised the cracked sword in front of him, and asked, "Just trust it?"

Ning Baifeng stood up and put on his shoes.

He knew what Abbot Jiang meant by trust.

Compared to the fairy money in the box, the sword is the most important.

To refine the flying sword of this life, find a swordsmith to repair it, you must find a trustworthy person, otherwise once the swordsmith does something on the flying sword, the trouble is not ordinarily small, and it may endanger your life.

Therefore, many times, those extremely powerful sword cultivators are also famous sword forgers.

After cleaning up, Ning Baifeng lifted the wine jar and said with a smile: "It's better to say that I believe in your jar of wine." ”

Abbot Jiang smiled, "Come and get the sword before the Founding Ceremony." ”

Ning Baifeng took a sip of wine, raised the wine jar in his hand, turned around and walked out, "Thank you." ”

The mist gathered beneath his feet, and a sword cloud spawned underfoot.

The white clothes carried the wine and drove away in the clouds.

......

......

Back in the bamboo forest courtyard, Ning Baifeng found that there were three people sitting and drinking tea at the stone table in the courtyard.

Zhou Tian put down the teacup, looked at the wine jar in Ning Baifeng's hand, and said with a smile: "We drank half of the tea and bitter water here, you pour it well, the wine is good, it is very pleasant." ”

Ning Baifeng handed him the wine jar and said, "I'm also cheeky to rub against others, if you don't dislike it, you can taste it." ”

Zhou Tian waited for this sentence, took the wine jar, sniffed the wine, and then opened his mouth to drink.

Ning Baifeng turned his head to look at Gong Yang and Gong Qiaoshui next to him, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting for a long time, what's the matter?"

Gong Yang stood up and said, "The Yuntai sword discussion is over, we are going to return to Qingdu, and it is estimated that we will not see each other again after that, and the two of us and I have decided to go to the Lizhu Secret Realm." Three months later, it is estimated that the head of the family will come in person. ”

Ning Baifeng looked at the two of them in surprise.

Going to the Lizhu Secret Realm is equivalent to practicing from scratch, the benefits are not small, and the disadvantages are not small, if you accidentally sink into it, I am afraid that you will be very resistant to come out again.

But if you come out of it, it's really a step to the sky.

On the path of personal cultivation, Ning Baifeng didn't say much, so he had to nod and solemnly clasp his fists and say, "Treasure!"

The two also clasped their fists and saluted.

Zhou Tian drank the wine in the altar, put the jar on the stone table, and said with a smile: "The farewell wine has been drunk, it's time to leave." ”

Ning Baifeng asked, "Where are the seniors going to go?"

Zhou Tian said with a smile: "People are like their names, they travel all over the world, and they are counted wherever they go." ”

Ning Baifeng looked at this extremely handsome man, and was a little envious of his ease and ease.

When they first met, Zhou Tian was very cautious and indifferent, and after getting along a few times, he found that he really liked to be unrestrained.

When I first ascended here, I guess I wanted to break the world of the Lizhu Continent and find greater freedom.

Ning Baifeng said with a smile: "Then I wish the seniors a good time." ”

Zhou Tian laughed, took off a piece of jade pendant from his waist and slapped it on Ning Baifeng's palm, "Let's go." ”

In an instant, it turned into a ray of silver light and flew away.

Gong Yang and Gong Qiaoshui said goodbye with a smile, walked to the sword boat outside the courtyard, and left by boat.

As soon as the sword boat flew onto the bamboo tops, another sword boat carrying a few people passed by and landed at the gate of the small courtyard.