Still with the autumn breeze hanging from his waist, this young sword cultivator walked on a big road called Chunshui Street, looking at the lively street because the New Year was approaching, and his mood was a lot more relaxed.

I said I didn't care, but how could I not care.

After half an hour of refusing to sell the hawkers and itinerant merchants, the street has come to an end, and at the end there is a temple towering, there are many pilgrims coming and going, and it is like a fairyland under the smoke and fireworks, even the statue of the Taoist god cast by the financial silver is also set off like a reincarnated immortal.

But how can there be immortals in the world? It's just some nonsense.

Even those saints who suppressed heaven and earth were far from reaching the realm of immortals.

Perhaps only the Sword Immortal can be counted as an immortal.

This is the consistent idea of sword cultivation, and Xu Baichuan is no exception.

He took a step and wanted to take a look at the whole picture, but just two steps away, a little Taoist priest blocked his way, staring at him menacingly, even if he gave way, he was still in front of him.

This is a strange thing, the world to see the temple wish there were pilgrims to come in to incense, even if there is no merit silver two, it is worth earning some incense money, this kind of Jiang people rush out of the temple, but it is the first time to see.

With the shouting of the little Taoist, Guanmiao hurriedly walked out of an older Taoist, and when he saw Xu Baichuan again, he was still complaining about the little Taoist's troubles, and when he saw the autumn wind hanging on his waist, his face changed slightly, and the smile he had just shown disappeared, and there was even some slight hostility.

This should be very undesirable, Xu Baichuan just walked around on a whim, and happened to see this temple, and there was no grudge against the people in the temple, and the hostile eyes of these two Taoist priests made him quite incomprehensible.

Xu Baichuan asked curiously, "Two Dao Masters, but is there something wrong?"

The little Taoist priest nodded and wanted to speak, but was preemptively said by another Taoist priest: "The master said that all those with swords are not allowed to enter the Pingyi Temple, and if you have a sword on you, we have to stop you." ”

When the words fell, the eyes of the surrounding pilgrims looking at Xu Baichuan suddenly changed.

The concept of peace is extremely sacred in the hearts of these pilgrims, and every Taoist priest in the view is an immortal master, so what they said is extremely reasonable, and now the two immortal masters stopped Xu Baichuan, no matter how things happened, they wanted to help one or two.

Xu Baichuan thought about it and took a step.

After seeing this, the two Taoist priests slowly took a few steps back, staring closely at Xu Baichuan's face and the sword at his waist, for fear that he would die in the next moment.

He had heard from his master that these sword-wielding people were all murderous without blinking, and that there were countless Taoist priests who died in their hands......

Thinking of this, his face turned pale.

Xu Baichuan couldn't help but smile dumbly as he looked at the Taoist priest who kept retreating and was extremely careful to block in front of him, how much he could guess the Taoist priest's thoughts, it was nothing more than the bad news about sword cultivation that circulated in the Three Sects, just like the same parents used ghosts to scare naughty children, the monks of the Three Sects would often use sword cultivation to make up stories, and in those stories, sword cultivation was usually not a good person.

Xu Baichuan retracted the step he had taken, looked around, many pilgrims had surrounded him tightly, he had no other emotions, but smiled, looked at the two Taoist priests who were still afraid, and said with a smile: "Since you are not welcome, then you don't need to go in, you don't need to be afraid, I am not the kind of monster that eats people." ”

The two Taoist priests looked at him and were silent, but their faces looked a lot better.

Seeing this, Xu Baichuan couldn't help but smile, turned to look at the many pilgrims blocking the way, and said calmly: "Everyone, if it's okay, you might as well let go, you guys are in the way." ”

At the moment when he spoke, the pilgrim had already made a way out of the way, since the two immortal masters didn't say anything, they couldn't make their own decisions, after all, this was a peaceful view, and the Taoist priest was the master, they were just some spectators, wantonly meddling to break the rules.

Xu Baichuan smiled, left the temple, and found a random road to wander, although the sun was already in the west, and the sky was visibly dimmed, but for a prodigal son like him, no matter which inn he stayed at night, it was feasible.

It was only that one man soon stopped his way.

He was a young painter, his crescent-white clothes were stained with ink, and he was carrying a wooden box in his hand, presumably all of which were filled with brushes and scrolls.

The young painter walked around Xu Baichuan twice, his red eyes staring at the sword at his waist, and he said happily: "You are a sword cultivator!"

Xu Baichuan calmly said: "How do you know?"

The young painter grinned, and didn't care if the two were familiar or not, he reached out to touch the autumn breeze, but before he touched it, he was pushed away by Xu Baichuan with skill, not only did he feel annoyed, but he was even happier, and said in a firm tone: "You are a sword cultivator, you have sword qi on your body!"

Xu Baichuan looked at the young painter in surprise.

The sword cultivation sword qi is deeply hidden, if the realm is really high, otherwise it will not be detected, and in his perception, the young painter is just an ordinary man, and there is no trace of cultivation on his body, how did he know that he is a sword cultivator.

Seeing that Xu Baichuan did not respond, the young painter was not annoyed, and said to himself: "Our Emperor His Majesty once issued an edict that only the sword cultivators who are allowed to enter the house are allowed to repair the sword, if they do not cultivate, they will be put in prison to eat in prison, I looked at the several officials passing by before and did not want to attack you, so I had a guess in my heart, and then there were those Taoist priests in the view of peace, and it can be concluded from their faces, and now it seems that you are indeed a sword cultivator." ”

Xu Baichuan looked at the young painter who had said a lot of words and didn't feel that he was scratchy, and said with a smile: "Sword cultivation is not in a good situation in Qingyuan, countless people hate it so much, you follow me so close that you are not afraid that you will be killed by someone after leaving?"

The young painter shook his head and quickly said: "Xiaosheng is a bad life, and it doesn't matter if he dies, only the paintings in the box are precious, so there is no need to care about anything else." ”

Xu Baichuan sighed and didn't say anything.

The young painter still looked at the autumn wind, his throat rolling, and soon said, "Xiao Sheng stopped you today to ask you for something. ”

Xu Baichuan was aroused, and said with a smile: "What does it require from me, I won't do much, the only thing that can be regarded as good is to kill people, you can't let me kill someone to show you, right?"

Although it was a joke, it had a bit of sincerity, and he killed a lot of people along the way, and it really happened now.

Hearing this, the young painter was frightened, waved his hand, and hurriedly said: "You don't have to kill, you don't have to kill, Xiaosheng just wants to draw a picture of what you look like when you take out the sword." ”

This rhetoric is extremely fresh, and it is clear that he wants to paint him when he stops a person, and he is afraid that he is already stunned, but looking at the ink everywhere on the young painter's body, it is understandable, maybe he is really a person who is enchanted by painting.

It's just that the sword of Jian Xiu can be a random sword because of a person's words, and besides, he doesn't know the young painter, since he wants to see it, then he can change people, and there is no need to look for him.

Xu Baichuan looked at the young painter and said seriously: "Recently, there has been nothing to do with the sword, so Your Excellency should ask another master." ”

After that, I was ready to go.

It shouldn't be, the monks I met in the past were all extremely easy to talk to, how to change to a sword cultivator is so unkind, the size is just a swing of a sword, there is no need to be so stingy.

Just as the two were talking, the sky was gradually darkening, and there was only a little bit of the heavenly crown left, and the lanterns had been hung in front of each house.

The young painter was still in front of Xu Baichuan, but he was holding a huge picture scroll in his hand, and the box was lying at his feet.

There are high-ranking monks who recite the longitude of the people, there are real people who treat the disease, there are fairies dancing, there are generals who fight on the battlefield, and there are even emperors who stand on the top of the imperial city and look down on all beings......

The characters in the painting are all lifelike, and anyone who comes has to be amazed.

Xu Baichuan is no exception.

He looked at the proud young painter and sighed, "After reading this painting, I really believe that you want to paint me." ”

The young painter pointed to a blank space under the scroll, and smiled: "That's natural, at the age of three years to follow my grandfather to learn painting, traveled all over the country, and saw many heroes appear on the stage, so I had the heart to paint them, and the effort paid off. ”

Xu Baichuan said with a smile: "There are so many people who hold swords in the world, let alone in Qingyuan, even if the country does not allow swordsmen to match swords, you can find a famous swordsman in another place and let him dance for you." ”

The young painter shook his head and said seriously: "Their swords are not real, so they can't be painted." ”

can't make a sword out of the sword, and the opponent is terrified, it doesn't seem to be true.

The painter kept pointing to the blank space when he spoke, and the meaning was self-evident.

Xu Baichuan smiled, removed his hand, and put the scroll back into the box.

Without words, I found an inn at random and stepped in.

The painter scratched his head, his eyes full of confusion.

What does this mean?

I thought quietly in place for a while, but I couldn't think of the slightest clue, so I simply didn't want to.

Pick up the box on the ground and step into the inn together.

As Xu Baichuan said, the situation of sword cultivation is not good, not to mention the recent undercurrent, he doesn't believe that Xu Baichuan will not be able to use the sword.

If he doesn't go out for a day, he will wait for a day, and if he doesn't go out for two days, he will wait for two days, and there will always be a chance.

In fact, he could have gone to find other people, although the sword cultivation of Qingyuan Kingdom was rare, there were always a few.

But he was born with Xu Baichuan's autumn wind.

I don't know why.

Maybe the sword has a spirit.