The branches rustled, and a handsome young man in white stood in front of the north gate of Tai'an City, facing north.

He sometimes turned around, sometimes took out a jar of loose wine he had just bought in the empty bag at his waist, held the bottom of the altar and just took a sip, grinning and a smile appeared at the same time.

The young man was Jiang Huai, he took a long time, retracted his gaze and stepped on a leisurely step across the tall city gate, walking on the mountain road, his sleeves fluttering like streamers, on this hot summer day, bringing a cool breeze.

It's just that Jiang Huai doesn't seem to be wearing the invincible Shangde hospital uniform, and there is one less gray-clothed boy who likes wine melons by his side.

for he was only here to get a sword.

And not to mention that only five taels of silver on his body are enough to eat with two mouths, in case he encounters some sinister and insidious things, the young man does not feel that he can protect 100% of the time.

Although the air house has been opened, and it has been possible to draw cyan rice paper.

But some things are a little worse, and it may be 10,000 in the end.

Besides, the cyan rice paper is a little distressing to use, according to his inner thoughts, this thing is very expensive, okay.

Out of the city gate, there is a section of bluestone road that spreads out, and there is a dirt road 180 meters away.

The trees along the way are tall, the green leaves are lush, and the shade is everywhere, but I don't feel so irritable.

But the young man knew that this journey would be difficult, and the distance needed to cross two large states to the northernmost border, not to mention, and according to what Mr. He said, the sword mountain only seeks fate, otherwise no matter how much money you want, you can't ask for it, so it is possible that this trip will also be a lying down and a false line, and nothing to gain is just to increase some steps.

But if you can't lift the sword, you retreat and ask for a second or a second retreat, it will really be a waste of talent.

Yes or no, you can't get it, you have to go on a trip to talk about it.

Jiang Huai thought of this, and his steps were a little faster, step by step, striding forward.

At noon, the boy rested in a stream, biting on the prepared dry bread and steamed buns, and staring at the stream.

If there are one or two fish and shrimp that happen to swim by, the boy doesn't mind taking off his shoes and going into the water to be a roadblocker.

But it backfired, the fish didn't wait, but came here first with beads of sweat.

The boy swallowed the dry cake in his hand, raised his head and drank a sip of wine to smooth his stomach, picked up the stream water, washed his face, and prepared to set off again.

Unexpectedly, there was a rumbling sound in my ears.

He turned his head and saw that there was a black carriage not far away, and a man with his arms bared was walking on a horse, and it seemed that a faint voice could still be heard in the black shed.

The boy stood up, lightly brushed his face with his cuffs, and was ready to try if he could act as another kind of roadblock.

Without waiting for the young man to speak, the man wearing a cloth clip and the muscles of his arms were bulging first tightened the horse rope, "whew", and said with a hearty smile: "Little brother, what's wrong." ”

The young man's already brewed wording didn't say a word, and after twisting for a long time, he stupidly raised the wine jar and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

The man was stunned, it was the first time he had encountered this situation after walking for many years, he saw a person coming from a stream, and thought that it might be those people who licked blood at the tip of the knife and spilled blood to block the way.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "I still have to hurry, I can't drink, but in this wild place, what is the little brother doing." ”

The curtain on the car was lifted by a jade hand, revealing an apricot-eyed woman looking around, and asked softly, "Uncle Li, what's wrong." ”

The man grinned, turned around and said, "Miss, I just met someone who asked for directions, so don't worry." ”

The woman glanced at the young man, and when she saw that there was nothing unusual, she said to the man in a deep voice: "Since there is nothing to do, let's hurry up, otherwise my father will be in a hurry at home, and he will definitely reprimand me." ”

The man nodded and smiled at the young man, "Little brother wants to be fine, why don't you ask for a word first?"

Jiang Huai arched his hand and took a step back, the man tightened the horse rope and "drove", and the carriage sped away, kicking up dust all over the ground.

Jiang Huai sighed to himself, and had to continue to walk with his head down.

But after a stick of incense, the sound of the wheel of the car sounded again behind him, and it was even louder, and he turned his head to see that it was not one, but there were three carriages.

They are all tall horses with a lot of foot strength.

The girl didn't care about face, stood on the side of the road, and made a gesture of clenching her fists.

The reason for this is because the boy has read some wild books and learned the most practical and simple truth, such as asking for help, he should hold his fist first.

After the first carriage stopped, the two cars behind stopped one after another, and then there was a shout, "Lao Wang, what's going on ahead?" ”

The emaciated old man who had just tightened the horse rope did not respond, but stared at the young man with his eyes, seemed to see some doorways, and asked, "The young man wants to hitchhike?"

Jiang Huai hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Under the old man's eyebrows, a pair of eyes were bright, and when he heard this, he leaned to the side, vacated a place, and said with a smile: "If you don't dislike it, then come up." ”

Jiang Huai hugged his fists again and thanked him, boarded the carriage, and sat down next to him.

The old man tightened his horse's rope and "drove", and the carriage began to run rapidly.

The thin old man, dressed in simple cloth clothes, looked at the road ahead and asked, "I don't know where the young man is going." ”

The young man sitting on the side, holding the frame with both hands, smiled slightly and replied, "Go to Quanzhou." ”

The old man showed a little vigilance, squinted his eyes and asked, "How did Shaoxia know that we were just going back to Quanzhou." ”

Jiang Huai was a little happy when he heard this, shook his head and said: "I don't know, I just think about how far this barren mountain can go, if the old man is going to Quanzhou, then I have to thank you again." ”

The old man waved his hand and shut his mouth to say no more.

I never thought that there were really some bandits on the way, as many as seven or eight people, holding sharp knives in their hands, all of them looked fierce and vicious, and without saying a word, they cut with knives.

Jiang Huaigang remembered that his hand was pressed on the shoulder by the old man with one hand, and his toes kicked forward, his fists were like iron steel, and a punch smashed into the thief's chest, and the latter immediately spurted blood and fell to the ground, and seven or eight people only threw seven or eight punches.

After killing people like chickens and dogs, the thin old man just clapped his hands and turned over again and sat back in the carriage, as if nothing happened, and continued to drive the horse.

Jiang Huai's heart fluctuated, and he was a little uncomfortable with the old man being so fierce.

The lean old man who was called Lao Wang still looked indifferent, pulled up a water bag on his waist and poured saliva, raised his eyebrows and said: "Why, is it because the other party just wanted to hurt people and didn't hurt anyone, but I directly beat them to death, thinking that I am more sinister than a bandit." ”

The boy tilted his head and took a sip of wine, but did not speak.

The old man snorted coldly and scolded: "Then have you ever thought that since they dare to commit murder in broad daylight, how much blood is stained on their hands, or how many young heads are cut off by the tip of a knife, and how many women they have bullied? ”

The old man showed a smile and asked the frowning young man: "If you just met someone who is either me and others who have some ability, or some ordinary people who are traveling by water, and finally end up with a car full of blood for no reason, the wanderer can't return to his hometown, and the good wife can't do good, who will pour this bitter water to?"

Jiang Huai pondered for a while, stared at the grass and trees and woods hurried by the car, muttered these hidden words again, and said indifferently: "People are not sages, who can be without fault, small mistakes are small changes, big mistakes are big changes, and human lives should be repaid with human lives." ”

But the young man paused and said, "There seems to be something missing here, I have to think about it again." ”

The old man listened to the preface and gave birth to some joy, but for a moment he was a little impatient, and said angrily: "I know that these words have a bad impact on you Confucian students, and may even decide the direction of the road, this move is not good enough, I originally wanted to get some driving oil and water from your kid, but now forget it, but in the end, you and I are really not all the way, and it is impatient to forcibly sit in a car. ”

The young man in white showed an embarrassed look and asked with a smile, "The old-timer is so temperamental?"

The thin old man stared ahead, and said to himself: "There is a Jingyue Villa in Quanzhou Sifang City, which was originally just to earn silver taels by transporting goods, but later there were a few highly talented cultivators, and in the past few years, it can be regarded as a mixed wind and water, but it can do some unsightly tricks, and it should not be to stretch out his hand to our Sifang City Wang family, just recently the owner of Jingyue Villa celebrated his 100th birthday, and those of us who are outside the dart naturally want to go back to give a big gift with the master of the family." ”

The young man remembered something and asked, "The carriage in front of you just now is also your Wang family?"

The old man nodded, but his face wrinkled again in an instant, with some rush intentions, "Why don't you get off here, the road behind is easier, there are no twists and turns." ”

The young man was noncommittal, but said with a smile: "I don't know how high the talent of the old-timers is." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "You little baby is so young, how can you not understand people's words?" ”

But he was really a little uncomfortable being stared at by the young man, and he waved his hand and sighed: "A master like me who has cultivated the second realm of the god and demon refining body in the Sifang City is already a few masters, but compared with the most powerful person in the mountain villa, it should be a lot worse, according to what you say, that person should be in the Qi cultivation four realms to open the realm, and at least half of the one hundred and eight apertures are opened." ”

The old man shook his head and continued: "Although there are rumors that someone has killed a Qi Cultivation Four Realm with his fists in the Second Realm of Gods and Demons, but after all, the rumors are just rumors, how can they be true." ”

Hearing this, the young man muttered, "The Four Realms of Qi Cultivation should be in the same realm as our Cultivation Realm, which is indeed a bit good. ”

But the young man is not only open now, but even Ding Xiu, Mr. is flying in the sky, and he has seen a sword to open the river.

A hundred-year-old Four Realms cultivator really didn't have much brilliance, and even after hearing it, there wasn't even a ripple in the heart lake.

But the vigilance has not disappeared, after all, Mr. is Mr. and them, and I am only just entering the three realms.

The young man pondered for a while, then said with a smile: "The old-timers should give me a little more, if you really go to Quanzhou in this ghost weather, you will be tired to death." ”

The old man thought that what he said was too subtle, so that the man did not understand the meaning, and was about to say more, but he saw that the young man had already fallen asleep with his eyes squinted on his side on the gauntlet, and said, "I'm just taking a ride." ”