Su Yongqiu didn't leave immediately after leaving the Library Pavilion, he just swept his spiritual sense, and he could know Xu Changfeng's every move in the Library Pavilion.

"Leaving the Fire Sword Sutra?" Su Yongqiu's calm face suddenly showed a little surprise, and he sighed in his heart, "Being able to take a fancy to this Leaving the Fire Sword Sutra at a glance can also show that you have a bit of chance, but unfortunately, how can the Sword Sutra he created be so easy to understand?"

Su Yongqiu took back his spiritual sense, instructed the guards to teach, and left with peace of mind. Since Xu Changfeng can have a chance, I believe that the sword scripture he finally chooses will not be far behind.

Xu Changfeng was a little disappointed and put the Fire Sword Sutra back in its place, although he liked the Fire Sword Sutra, but it turned out that this Sword Sutra was not very suitable for him, the reason why he would take this Sword Sutra down directly was because there was a light in his body......

The light is yang, if it is combined with the Fire Sword Sutra, the strength will naturally be better, but if it comes like this, it will also accelerate the burning out of the lamp oil, and finally end up with the lights going out.

"The Yang Qi of the Fire Sword Sutra is vigorous, and it will only add fuel to the fire for me. What if I choose a sword scripture with feminine attributes?" Xu Changfeng muttered in a low voice, his gaze swept over the bookshelf, and finally his gaze stayed on a sword scripture placed in the corner......

Before you know it, half of the day has passed, and the boarding students of Qingzhu Sword Academy will provide three meals a day, and as for those who live in Chang'an, they can only prepare food boxes before going to school.

Wei Changting, as usual, took a lunch break in the bamboo forest at the gate of the Sword Courtyard after lunch. The young man standing behind him beating his back was named Huang Zixuan, and he was Wei Changting's little follower.

"Brother Wei, have you noticed that the fool who didn't wash the marrow seems to have left the Sword Academy. Huang Zixuan said while kneading his shoulders.

"I don't know the height of the sky, does he think he can learn swords if he is a pig?" Wei Changting said without cutting down, "It's a pity that he is too cowardly, if he stays for a day or two longer, see if I don't let him suffer a little." ”

Wei Changting said, his palms clenched into fists. Punished for copying the account of the court rules fifty times, he hasn't asked Xu Changfeng to calculate it properly.

Huang Zixuan sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and hurriedly changed the topic: "Brother Wei, there seems to be a new sachet shop in the West Market, do you want us to buy two sachets to give to Wei Xueying?"

Hearing Wei Xueying's words, Wei Changting's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded with satisfaction: "This is a good idea." ”

He closed his eyes, smiled all over his face, and said, "When I get that, your benefits will be indispensable." ”

Wei Xueying is the most beautiful girl in this class of freshmen, and Wei Changting has been thinking about tea and dinner since he saw her for the first time. But in the past six months, he has tried all kinds of methods, but he still hasn't been able to capture her heart. Wei Changting has crisscrossed the flowers and experienced countless Fengzi Yi girls, and Wei Xueying is the only one who may make him so haunted. He was convinced in his heart that such a girl was worth his time.

At this time, not only Wei Changting and Huang Zixuan, but also the students of the same class thought that Xu Changfeng couldn't withstand this setback and dropped out.

This farce was only talked about for a while, and soon everyone put Xu Changfeng's matter behind them and concentrated on cultivation. The afternoon is free practice time, and the Sword Academy does not arrange unified teaching, so if you have any questions, you can go to the teacher for advice.

"What did you say?"

In Su Yongqiu's room, the blue-robed instructor stood respectfully in front of him, looking at Su Yongqiu with a face full of surprise and worry.

"Are you sure that he has been holding the Cold Rain Sword Sutra since he put down the Fire Sword Sutra and seen it now?" asked Su Yongqiu. Before he left, he asked this instructor to help watch Xu Changfeng, and when he chose the Sword Sutra, he immediately came to inform him. But who would have thought, this Xu Changfeng should not have been, but chose this Cold Rain Sword Sutra.

"Yes. The blue-robed instructor nodded affirmatively.

"Go back, and if something goes wrong, stop him immediately. Su Yongqiu's forehead wrinkled with three black lines.

There are hundreds of sword scriptures in the library pavilion, although not every single one of them is known, but Su Yongqiu is extremely clear about the cold rain sword scripture.

The Cold Rain Sword Sutra, like the Fire Sword Sutra, both belong to the superior Sword Sutra, and it will naturally be more difficult to practice than the ordinary Sword Sutra. However, this is not the point, what worries Su Yongqiu is because this Cold Rain Sword Sutra was created by a madman.

As early as a few decades ago, when Su Yongqiu was just walking the rivers and lakes, he fought with that madman. His swordsmanship is infinitely strange and varied, and it is inscrutable. What scares him the most is that when he draws his sword, he often carries a terrifying chill. It wasn't until later that Su Yongqiu learned that it was not a cold air, but a kind of evil qi.

The madman lost his parents when he was a child, and was sold as a slave to work as a coolie in Jiangnan, where there was a lot of rain, especially in winter, when it was rainy, the weather was biting, even if he was wrapped in cotton clothes, he still felt shivering. Not to mention that he was just a slave, ragged.

That night, the wind and rain did not stop, and he was awakened in the middle of the night, racking his brains to think of how to keep warm. That night the steward was not there, so he sneaked into the steward's house, wrapped himself in the fur coat he had left behind, and returned to the grass hut, still cold and sleepless.

Tossing and turning, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a book in his fur coat, and he thought about burning it to keep warm. It was actually a practice book, but because there was a prohibition on it, the steward couldn't open it to enlighten, so he kept it in his coat.

He lit a fire and burned the books, who would have thought that the books not only could not be lit, but burst out with powerful spiritual power fluctuations, and he also got a blessing in disguise, and accidentally obtained the inheritance left in the book, and successfully washed the marrow.

He knew that he was in trouble, so he hurriedly put his coat back in the steward's room, and secretly devoted himself to cultivation, and then he was out of control, and his strength continued to improve. A few years later, he had already stepped into the fifth-order cultivation, and finally used a dagger to assassinate the butler who had a fourth-order cultivation that had been abusing him.

Then he began to walk the rivers and lakes, killing those who had hurt him, and created his own set of swordsmanship, that is, the Cold Rain Sword Sutra. Because he has been living in the shadows since childhood, this set of swordsmanship contains an incomparably strong evil aura. Therefore, the people of the rivers and lakes are called: Rakshasa madman.

It is said that he once had a duel with someone, because the evil qi on his body was too heavy, as soon as the sword came out, the surrounding passers-by fell to the ground unconscious, and was mistaken for an evil cultivator who went mad, so he was chased and killed by the major martial arts sects, and finally disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know whether he is dead or alive now, but the cold rain sword scripture he created is spread all over the rivers and lakes, and everyone in the rivers and lakes knows it.

This sword scripture is not an evil scripture, but the path of the sword scripture is too weird, and many cultivators who came to study this sword scripture ended up dying with a strange evil aura, so they gave up halfway, and so far no one has reached the level of the Rakshasa madman back then.

This library is built by the imperial court, and the sword scripture inside is also included by the court staff......

At this time, Xu Changfeng was obsessively looking at the sword scripture in his hand, although it was only autumn at this time, the sword scripture felt as cold as a stone in the snow.

And in Xu Changfeng's body, a warm current kept swimming, and it was this warm current that allowed him not to be afraid of the chill emitted by the Sword Sutra.

After the blue-robed sect left Su Yongqiu's house, he immediately rushed back to the library pavilion, for fear that something would go wrong with Xu Changfeng.

However, when he came back and saw Xu Changfeng's ruddy face, natural demeanor, and gentle breath, he was even more puzzled in his heart, could it be that Xu Changfeng was born a monster?

Even though he hasn't washed the marrow yet, he can look at this sword scripture so intently, and his heart has not been contaminated by a trace of evil qi, it's amazing!

After all, paper can't contain the fire, and Xu Changfeng's understanding of the Cold Rain Sword Sutra soon spread among the academy's teachings.

Some people are curious and some people are worried, if this Xu Changfeng really comprehends the Cold Rain Sword Sutra, will he also be infected with a bad qi? Even if a long time has passed, the shadow of the Rakshasa madman still permeates the hearts of some people......

It's just that many people ignore one point, Xu Changfeng is just an ordinary person who has not washed the marrow, and it is difficult to say whether he can understand this sword scripture.