After the end of spring, it is a little summer, and after a few months of spending it again, it is already early autumn.

At the end of spring, Xu Baichuan left the Sword Sect, after thinking about it, he decided to go to the mountains and rivers of the Great Zhou, so during this time most of the time was a one-man walk, occasionally encountered a field of cultivation that was not long-sighted, and wanted to take him as a reward, he took out the sword to end his life, although there were twists and turns, but the way was smooth, and the hard work paid off, in an autumn rain in early autumn, he stepped across the border between the two worlds, crossed the boundary set by the three religions, and officially stepped into the realm of mountains and rivers.

Still wearing that white robe, Xu Baichuan looked curiously at the scenery that belonged to the world of mountains and rivers, but soon felt that it was not unusual, the scenery was always like this, the grass, trees, flowers and trees were all the same, and the four seasons were also synchronized, perhaps the only difference was the name.

Xu Baichuan held a bamboo-handled oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly on the path that had become muddy due to the rain, because of the sword qi attached to his feet, even if the road was muddy, he did not touch the corners of his clothes.

After walking for half a day, he saw a small wine shop with a welcome flag standing next to the trail, Xu Baichuan looked up at the sky, estimating that this autumn rain will fall for a long time, at least in this hour will not stop, it is good to rest, this autumn rain is indeed irritable, so he stepped into this small wine shop, and just stepped in, he smelled a faint smell of blood, and looked, a middle-aged man with a knife wound was protecting a man who looked like a scholar behind him, holding a spear in his hand, was staring closely at the other three bandits with horizontal knives, and at the foot of the bandits, there was a boy who looked like a scholarAt this time, the corpse was already divided into two parts, and the blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and the smell of blood that Xu Baichuan smelled came from this.

Xu Baichuan frowned, a little unhappy, in his perception, this wine shop only has the breath of six people, plus the dead scholar just coincides, but this is a wine shop, it should have a shopkeeper, and now there is no shopkeeper, then there is only one possibility.

This liquor store is a black shop.

Xu Baichuan has seen a lot along the way, and he doesn't feel strange.

He has seen fights and robs, horse bandits, and green forests, and he usually uses a sword to eliminate harm for the people, so this time is no exception.

The three bandits had their backs to Xu Baichuan, so they didn't notice him, while the middle-aged man was desperately squeezing his eyebrows at him, changing his face, and trying to get him out of this place of right and wrong.

Xu Baichuan didn't leave, just patted the long sword on his waist, with a smile on his face, he had a lot of good feelings for the middle-aged man in his heart, all he saw in wanted him to save his life, and even did not hesitate to turn the attention of the bandits to him, like a middle-aged man, it is very rare.

The middle-aged man's abnormal expression was quickly noticed by one of the bandits, turned his head to look at Xu Baichuan, was stunned for a moment, and then said with a cruel smile: "I thought that there was only this one fat sheep caught today, but I didn't expect another one to be sent to the door, but it is a good business, hey, that boy, obediently hand over the money, the uncle can leave you with a whole corpse, otherwise, hum, chop you up and feed the wolf." ”

The other two bandits were laughing loudly, and their eyes were full of fierce light, full of eagerness.

Xu Baichuan shook his head, and didn't say anything about the bandits' way of taking death, but just shook off the rain on the paper umbrella in his hand with sword energy, and then used the umbrella as a sword to point at the bandits.

Seeing this, the bandits laughed even louder, and even felt that Xu Baichuan was a little stupid, and he didn't have to use an umbrella to look at the sword, this was not an obvious attempt to find death.

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal about this, but just pointed it out with an umbrella.

In an instant, a bright light appeared, like a strong wind, and all the horizontal knives in the hands of the bandits were broken, and only the hilt remained in their hands.

The bandits looked at the blades shattered into the ground in their feet, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva together, trembling all over, and couldn't stop being frightened in their eyes, they thought that Xu Baichuan was just an ordinary Jianghu person, and they would always have a chance of winning if they fought three or one, but they didn't expect that Xu Baichuan was not a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, but a sword cultivator, and he was different from them.

The bandit knelt down three times, touched the ground with his head, and said that he didn't have long eyes just now, and he collided with the immortal master, how to deserve death.

Xu Baichuan felt funny when he saw it, he was unstoppable just now, how could he kneel so fast now, he didn't have any backbone, he still looked like a bandit.

Ignoring the frightened bandits, there was sword qi left on his body, and he didn't dare to give birth to ideas, Xu Baichuan walked to the middle-aged man with an umbrella, and said with a smile: "How?"

How is this sentence a response, which is to respond to the previous middle-aged man's eyebrows.

The middle-aged man sighed: "It's wonderful. ”

Xu Baichuan smiled and asked, "Is this a black shop?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "The three of them pretended to be shopkeepers and buddies, doing the business of killing people and goods, watching the autumn rain continue, and it will not stop for a while and a half, and there is only this wine shop nearby, so I thought about coming in and resting, and waited for the rain to stop before leaving, but I didn't expect to be hit, fortunately, the son made a move, otherwise it is difficult to say whether he can step out of this wine shop." ”

Xu Baichuan snorted, turned his head to look at the three bandits who were still kneeling on the ground, thought for a while, and said softly: "What are you going to do with these three people?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned and said: "These three people are habitual offenders at first glance, and they don't know how many lives they have, so naturally they are innocent, and they should be killed." ”

When the bandits heard this, they kowtowed more and more diligently, begging their grandfather to tell their grandmother.

Xu Baichuan turned around in the wine shop, took out a jar of wine that had been sealed for a long time from the counter, opened the wine seal and smelled it, then showed a satisfied look, looked at the amber-colored wine in the wine jar, and said with a smile: "Good wine, people are not good, wine is indeed good wine." ”

took out the wine bottle hanging on his waist, drank all the remaining wine in it, and poured the wine in the wine jar into it, and when the wine bottle was full, there was still a small half left in the jar, Xu Baichuan took out three bowls from the counter, each placed them in front of the bandits, and said softly after pouring them all: "It's easy to go all the way." ”

The bandit was stunned for a moment, and was about to speak, but then he felt unbearable pain in his body, and a large bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and then a bloody mouth appeared inexplicably in his throat.

Xu Baichuan looked at the already empty wine jar with a calm expression.

Murderers are always killed, this is an eternal truth in the rivers and lakes.

They can't blame anyone when they die, everything is self-inflicted.

The middle-aged man looked at the bandits who suddenly fell, and once again raised Xu Baichuan's status in his heart, and at the same time put his vigilance on Xu Baichuan, for fear that this sword cultivator would have a bad temper, so he would kill them cleanly.

Xu Baichuan seemed to understand the middle-aged man's thoughts, and said softly: "It is also appropriate to pay attention when walking the rivers and lakes, this is a good thing, you can actually rest assured, I came in to hide from the rain, and when the rain stops, I will leave, and I will not kill you." ”

The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was right, he even had to deal with the bandits carefully, and Xu Baichuan was as simple as drinking water, and it should not be much worse to kill him, so he put the spear in his hand behind his back.

And the scholar who had been silent looked at Xu Baichuan and suddenly asked, "Childe shouldn't be from Da Zhou, Xiaosheng doesn't have a similar accent." ”

Xu Baichuan took a sip of the wine in the wine bottle, smacked his lips, and when he heard this, he smiled and said: "It's really not a Da Zhou person, but a Li person." ”

The scholar said calmly: "But in the realm of Liguo, where has Xiaosheng heard of it, it is said that it is thousands of miles away from the Great Zhou, and the son can come from there, and the cultivation of the realm should be extremely high." ”

Xu Baichuan thought about it and didn't answer quickly, he didn't know which realm this scholar defined was in, so he smiled and said: "Cultivation is okay, it's not a high realm, but it can protect itself to some extent." ”

Hearing these words in the ears of the reader, he paused and said softly: "Is Childe a sword cultivator, this is rare." ”

Xu Baichuan shook his head with a smile and said softly: "It's indeed a sword cultivator, but it's not uncommon, anyway, I've seen a lot of it along the way." ”

Xu Baichuan has indeed seen a lot, but most of them are swordsmen, the reason why he is called sword cultivation is because of the set of cultivation methods he has passed down, as long as he studies and practices hard every day, one day he will step into the way of the sword, and it is not too much to call for sword cultivation in advance.

The middle-aged man had already dragged the bodies of the three bandits out to deal with them while the two were talking, as for whether to bury or throw them away, Xu Baichuan didn't care, it all depended on the middle-aged man's thoughts.

And the body of the scholar was still lying on the ground, dry and blood-red.

Listening to the howl of the wolf not far away, Xu Baichuan took another sip of wine, looked at the autumn rain outside the door, and was stunned.

He has now arrived at the Great Zhou, which is expected to be a country, and where to go next, he doesn't know, the Great Zhou is too big, it takes half a month to walk from one state capital to another, and even the town can be compared to a small city, although he has a map of the whole territory of Dazhou in his head, and he is a little at a loss for a while.

The scholar moved a chair, walked to him and sat down, also looked at the autumn rain, and said softly: "Childe misses his hometown?"

Xu Baichuan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Where did you know?"

The reader said seriously: "From the book, we know that wanderers are always homesick, and listening to the rain is even more melancholy, which has not always been the case since ancient times. ”

Xu Baichuan was noncommittal, he said softly: "There are some homesickness, I won't be able to go back to that place for a while, some nostalgia is inevitable, but I don't miss it too much, and in a few years, I can go back if I go farther." ”

The reader nodded and didn't ask any more.

Xu Baichuan looked at the autumn rain while drinking the wine, and when the wine in his hand was drunk, the autumn rain also happened to stop.

It was noon.

He put the oil-paper umbrella he had been holding in his hand into a splendid bag, refilled the wine gourd he had drunk and hung it on his waist, took out a piece of silver from his body and put it on the counter, assuming that he had bought the wine, and after doing all this, he quickly stepped out of the wine shop.

The scholar looked at the oil-paper umbrella that disappeared out of thin air, and was slightly surprised, as far as he knew, sword cultivation should not use magic weapons.

He looked at Xu Baichuan, who had already re-embarked on the road, and said loudly: "In the next Zhou Xing, Guanzhou Mansion will raise the son, what is the name of the son!"

Xu Baichuan responded with a smile: "Sword cultivation, Xu Baichuan." ”