Although the idea of cultivation flashed in Zhang Xiaoan's heart more than once, in front of him, he still found the warm yang jade lost in the dart game, and went back to Anyang to wait for Uncle Duan. Song Qingkun said when he met that he should be in Anyang, and there was a gourd that had just been sent back to him, but these were far from enough to make him believe. After all, he had seen the gourd a long time ago, and it was not surprising that he recognized it.

"I knew you didn't believe it, but if I hadn't been personally instructed by my uncle, how could I have followed the gourd to find here?" Song Qingkun explained with a bitter face, this task must be completed for him.

Zhang Xiaowei couldn't hear it, walked to the corpse at the bottom of the mountain, and slowly looked for the legendary piece of warm sun jade. After turning over one carriage after another, as soon as Zhang Xiaoan raised his head, the Taoist priest in white stood in front of him again, not far away, gently lifted a corpse, reached in and groped for a moment.

"Are you looking for this?" Song Qingkun couldn't help but feel a little proud. This fire spirit stone is of good quality, and it is definitely the most valuable thing in this fleet.

The moment Zhang Xiaoan saw it, his heart couldn't help but be a little shaken. I didn't expect that after looking for so long, I was turned out by the monk in front of me. Zhang Xiaoan, who was very confident in swordsmanship, was a little jealous of cultivating immortals for the first time. Not only will they fight, they will do much more than themselves, and if it were not for a head-to-head fight, even a monk who was much weaker than himself would have an infinite possibility of killing himself.

What forbidden techniques, pills, poison pills, formations, and sword techniques, such as the exploration techniques used by Song Qingkun in front of him, are all countless times stronger than his own naked eye.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoan still didn't hide his excitement; "I want it, this thing is very important to me." ”

"Why don't you want to go to Shu Mountain?" Song Qingkun handed out the fire spirit stone, and it was inevitable that he would have doubts in his heart, after all, the identity of the disciple of Shu Mountain, ordinary people could not ask for it.

Zhang Xiao'an thought about the scene of the martial arts masters gathering outside the city gate, and then looked at the gourd in his hand that was stained with unknown blood, and suddenly remembered that it was clear that Uncle Duan was still clean before he went out that night. I don't know what happened in the meantime to make Uncle Duan's wine gourd stained with blood?

"Is Uncle Duan okay now?" After thinking about it for a long time, he still asked this most relevant question, maybe Uncle Duan didn't come to him and had already explained the problem, but Zhang Xiaoan didn't hear the answer, so he was always uneasy.

"It's been fine recently. ”

"Does that mean there will be danger in the future?" Zhang Xiaoan asked.

"Whoever is not in danger in the future, the rivers and lakes are like this, and no one can guarantee that they will be alive tomorrow. Song Qingkun looked at the persistent eyes of the person in front of him, and after all, he couldn't bear to tell the truth.

"That means that Uncle Duan is seriously injured, but it's okay for the time being, right?"

Song Qingkun was a little surprised by the boy's analytical ability.

"I also want to know, we are obviously looking for that Liu Immortal to invite the sword, why are there so many people all of a sudden? Why did you come to me and Uncle Duan?" Zhang Xiao'an said his biggest doubt. He knew that with so many people, how could it be the revenge of Liu Xianren's disciples.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you. Song Qingkun pondered for a moment, "The old land of the Northern Xinjiang Demon Clan, the treasure house of Hengyang Longlou, Shushan, I need the help of my uncle to be able to..." Speaking of this, Song Qingkun hesitated a little and just stopped.

"I need Uncle Duan's help to get the treasure, so in order to prevent Shushan from finding Uncle Duan, others killed Uncle Duan at the city gate?"

Is it really such a vulgar plot? It's not to watch Uncle Duan and I wander the rivers and lakes and be lonely, and invite the sword fairy back to the mountain, but to ask Uncle Duan, thinking of the friendship of the past, to fight.

It's here to fight for interests. It's here to bring death to Uncle Duan.

Hehe.

"Don't you know, why are you still asking me?" Song Qingkun finished speaking, but Zhang Xiaoan disdained to respond. Silence this rubbing the fire spirit stone in his hand, which is the warm yang jade that the city lord said.

"I won't go to Shushan. Zhang Xiaoan sighed.

"Uncle Shi said that he will find the sword for you, and you don't want it? Uncle Shi has explained, if you realize the sword intent, I will take you to Shu Mountain, if you can't realize it, let me give you this gold, and let you buy a house in Anyang." Song Qingkun said, and took out a bag of gold that was placed in the corner from the storage bag.

He really didn't expect that in this world, there would really be someone who would choose gold between a Shushan disciple and a bag of gold?

Zhang Xiaoan didn't think about it, and stepped forward to pick up this bag of gold, which was not small. These gold, not to mention buying a house in Anyang, I am afraid to buy a small half of Anyang. It's all in front of you, how can it be justified?

Uncle Duan really let himself go to Shu Mountain! If it was still false before, then this matter of finding a sword for himself could not be more true.

"What sword did Uncle Duan leave for me?" After loading the gold, Zhang Xiaoan asked curiously, not paying attention to Song Qingkun's face at all.

"Do you want gold, or go to Shu Mountain?"

"Didn't my Uncle Duan leave this gold for me?"

That's right.

But isn't that a bit excessive?

Song Qingkun frowned, as if he had encountered some unexpected mistake.

"Shushan, how far is it? Senior Brother Song, let's go to Anyang first, I'll return the fire spirit jade to the dart game, and then set off." Zhang Xiaoan breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Uncle Shi's sword, I'm afraid you may not be able to get it. Song Qingkun put down those details for the time being and calmed down.

The two talked and walked, and with Song Qingkun Yujian, the speed of the two of them increased more than doubled. Looking at the ground from the sky for the first time, Zhang Xiaoan also felt very novel.

It was only half a day to return to Anyang from the official road. Half a day later, the biggest news since the New Year came out from Anyang City. The object that was lost by the Wantong Dart Bureau unexpectedly appeared on Miss Wantong's mourning hall in the middle of the night, and at the same time, there were fifty taels of gold.

Shushan is a long way, but along the way, the two chatted about today's interesting things, and they were not very boring.

The more Song Qingkun talked, the more he felt that the young man in front of him had the chivalrous bones of a swordsman, but he would be greedy for life and afraid of death. will give up gold, but under the pressure of the wolf demon step by step, he will show the most timid side.

When negotiating with himself, he seemed mercenary and unreasonable, but later he was also commensurate with his senior brother, and spoke very politely, without the fear and awe that ordinary disciples have for monks.

All the images coincide with the young man in front of him, and there is indeed no sense of disobedience, and he is really a generation of chivalrous heroes.

When I was a child.

Zhang Xiao'an had already seen the method of the sword, and although he was standing behind Song Qingkun this time, he could also feel the cold wind hunting, and the sky was flawless. After chatting for a long time, Zhang Xiaoan finally had a better understanding of the legendary Hengyang Dragon Tower and the Great Immortal Gates that do not eat the fireworks in the world.

Among them, the most understood is Shushan.

As the number one sword sect in the world, Shushan is in the Bashu Jedi. It has seven cave heavens, eighteen blessed lands, ninety-seven high-grade spiritual veins, eight hundred and sixty-two high-grade spiritual veins, and countless other cultivation places.

There are eighty-seven kinds of spirit animals in captivity, including extinct species, different species, and there are seven kinds that are unique in the world. In a cave in Shushan, the light medicinal materials are full of a small world, and from countless years ago to the present, there are countless medicinal herbs in the medicine field for more than 1,000 years.

And the Shushan Sword Dao, which makes Shushan the best in the world, is inseparable from the support of the Shushan Sword Shrine. The countless unopened spirit blades cast by the Shushan Qi Practitioner and the Great Sword Master occupy a radius of dozens of miles, which is a great opportunity for the disciples of Shushan.

The rest of the avenues, formations, pills, refining weapons, prohibitions, puppets, and even extremely rare body refining techniques in the world, there are people who have cultivated to the level of a generation of grandmasters among the true people of Shushan. Under the hundreds of elders and deacons, not counting the outer sect medicine boys, Dantongs, and miscellaneous disciples, there are also more than 9,000 formal disciples.

After listening to so much, Zhang Xiaoan finally asked about the cultivation in this world. The realm of the monk is from practicing qi, to building a foundation, knotting Dan, Yuan Ying, pure yin and pure yang.

And the realm of kendo is different, the realm of kendo does not mean cultivation, but just an understanding of kendo. In the sword system of Shushan, the first realm is the sword realm, and then there are the three realms of the sword, the unity of the human sword, the unity of the heart sword, the unity of the dao sword, and the final realm of the sword immortal.

But just understanding, the promotion of the monk is not a little bit, just like himself, now he is just a kendo cultivator, and he can already be as powerful as an ordinary foundation building monk.

And Uncle Duan, with the sword intent of the Sword Immortal, has already reached the point where he can sweep the Pure Yang Immortals with the sword intent tightly.

Under Song Qingkun's journey day and night, half a month later, the magnificent mountain gate of Shushan finally had a trace of outline in Zhang Xiaoan's eyes. Originally, Zhang Xiaoan thought that Shushan was just a big mountain. It wasn't until he arrived in front of Shushan that the boy realized that the original mountain can also be a collective name for many mountains.

For example, in the Shushan faction, the light sword mound occupies as many as several peaks. Among them, the famous mountains, such as Emei, Qingcheng, and so on, are countless. Among them, the cranes flying around, the disciples who walk with the sword from time to time, accompanied by the green smoke of Miaomiao, the long sound of the bell, the scenery of the fairy family, the bottom of the eye.

After seeing the outline of Shu Mountain clearly, they flew for a whole day, and the two of them arrived at the towering main peak.

Seven elders and more than a dozen disciples, including the head of the sect, were seated in a dignified manner. When the two of them arrived at the palace, they got off the fairy sword and climbed up the steps step by step.

When Zhang Xiaoan finally walked in front of his own futon, he raised his head and was just about to see the scenery in front of him, when his neck was pressed down by Song Qingkun.

"Don't look at indecent things. Song Qingkun reminded in a low voice, lifted the front swing, and pulled Zhang Xiaoan to bow on one knee in front of all the real people.

"Disciples, meet the masters, meet the uncles. It took a lot of effort to make the sound reach the majestic hall.

Zhang Xiaoan wanted to follow and meet, but he didn't open his mouth for a long time. Two breaths passed so quietly, and the air was already full of embarrassment.

Song Qingkun, who was beside him, quietly pulled Zhang Xiao'an's sleeve. The Venerable Man seemed to be impatient.

"Disciple Zhang Xiao'an, don't see you yet!"

Zhang Xiaoan got up and looked up, listening to the voice, the speaker seemed to be a disciple, not the kind old man on the seat.

"I'm just a disciple of Uncle Duan, not a disciple of Shushan. ”

Now that Uncle Duan's life and death are unknown, when he sees a real person here, he bows his head and bows down, does it hurt Uncle Duan's face?