Half of February has passed, the soft spring breeze in the world has swept away, the scorching sun is high, and everyone has changed into thin clothes.

The wheat waves in the field are all harvested, and under the scorching heat, there is no longer a pleasure in sitting in the shade and digging and eating watermelon with a spoon.

In Shangde Academy in Tai'an City, the young man in white was eating melons with Mr. He Siqi.

Jiang Huai's eyes had a deep meaning, not only took off some immaturity, but also truly understood how big the world in front of him was.

Refining the bottom foot, passing the abdomen, knocking on the heart, contemplating the sun, one level is more dangerous than the other, and one is more difficult than the other.

After throwing sweat, tears, and muscle pain, the whole body is finally clean.

He Siqi took a bite of the melon, spit out a few melon kernels, and looked at the two people who were on the top of the wine, with a smug look on his face.

He is a little special in ordinary people eating melons, before cutting them first with wine, after cutting them with wine, the melon in the wine, also known as wine melon.

Jiang Huai and the gray-clothed boy both had ruddy faces and dizziness after eating them.

The boy had never drunk alcohol, but after this move, he felt so much that his worries seemed to float to the clouds, and his brain was as empty as white, like swimming in a stream, even if he was sitting.

No wonder Mr. is so good at drinking, no wonder someone says, "I'd rather buy wine if you have money, and the immortals are more free in wine!"

The gray-clothed boy ate happily, and after half a melon was lowered, he was even more faint on the wooden board, but he kept muttering in his mouth: "If you don't eat hot and sour noodles in the future, you will eat wine melon if you have money." ”

He Siqi laughed and said, "There are two more little drunkards in the world." ”

After most of the alcohol was gone, the young man in white shook his head, tried his best to sober himself, and asked the man: "Mr. He, since the day before yesterday, I have felt that Haoran Qi can no longer enter the body, has it reached the extreme of ascending to the realm?"

The handsome man nodded, and said with a gentle smile: "After the whole body is tempered, it is already at the end of the second realm, and if you want to climb up, you can only open the lower abdomen dantian cyclone, so as to hide the qi and contain the qi, and then you can write the talisman with the haoran qi in the body, and you can start to have some small magical powers, such as taking things from the air, and then using haoran to transform all things." ”

Saying this, the man stretched out his hand and pressed down, and a golden palm suddenly appeared in the courtyard and slowly slapped down from the sky, and the dust was gushing everywhere, and someone slapped a palm mark on the mud and stone.

He Siqi paused and said: "There are two ways to break the mirror, one is that even if you can't temper your physique, you can continue to forcibly temper it, and one day you can go straight to the three realms, and the other is to forcibly break it, but you need to have a special magic weapon to do it, both methods can be, and there is no advantage or disadvantage, but one is the most stupid method, which takes a long time, and the second is more convenient, but it is extremely difficult to find things that can break the mirror." ”

He Siqi shook the wine gourd and got up and said with a smile: "But what kind of place is our Shangde Academy, if there is not even a broken mirror, wouldn't it make people laugh off their big teeth." ”

Jiang Huai got up and followed the man outside.

He Siqi said as he walked: "Jiang Huai, it should have been almost three months since you condensed your physique, I don't feel strange about this, but have you ever thought about how to choose the things you cultivate in the future after stepping on the Three Realms." You must know that after your husband gave you that piece of peiyu, all contact has been cut off, and it is just a magic weapon for you, and that thread cannot be connected. ”

Jiang Huaiyan thought for a moment when he heard this, then raised his head and said, "It's best if you can find a sword, but if you can't find it, then I can't use silver." ”

The man who was drinking stumbled and almost fell, quipping: " As for the sword, it is not impossible, you now have a broken attack against the enemy, against the water, suppress the three symbols, run away to heal the wounds, rejuvenation two charms, plus a body that has been tempered by Haoran, if you have the courage, you can go to the Pingtian Sword Palace alone, there is a sword mountain, which is filled with thousands of flying swords, all of which are left after the death of the previous owner, or the flying sword flies there to contain the sword intent, which is considered an excellent object, and the sword palace is open to anyone, just ask for a fateful person, otherwise no matter how much money can not be bought。 ”

Jiang Huai's face was suddenly full of joy, and he smiled heartily: "Since you don't want money, you must go and see it." ”

The man pursed his lips and whispered a little money fan.

The two stopped in front of a courtyard gate, the man pushed the door directly without saying a word, looked at the old man who was fiddling with flowers and plants in the courtyard, bowed expressionlessly, and said, "Senior, I'll borrow the mountain map." ”

At the same time, he lowered his voice and turned his head to the young man and said, "This person is the first disciple of the courtyard master, named Ye Qing. ”

Jiang Huai hurriedly said, "Jiang Huai has seen Mr. Ye. ”

The elegant old man who was watering the flowers didn't pay attention to the former, but after the young man saluted, he hooked his hand and smiled gently: "Don't worry, you sit first, I'll make a cup of tea first." ”

The old man was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with white hair and white beard, giving people a sense of peace and indifference, as if his anger would quietly fade away when he saw this person.

In the scorching hot weather, the sun is blazing overhead, but there is neither a canopy nor a blowing wind in the courtyard, but as long as you are in the courtyard, it gives people a sense of coolness, which makes people feel strange.

He Siqi breathed a long sigh of relief and led the boy to sit down at the table.

He actually didn't want to come here, so he was either timid or felt a little uncomfortable every time he saw this Ye senior.

The old man in the Confucian shirt slowly returned from the house, brought a pot of tea, three quaint teacups, and said with a smile after pouring tea respectively: "Tea is planted by me when I have nothing to do. ”

Jiang Huai carefully picked up the teacup and took a sip, and was suddenly shocked, but in an instant, his mood calmed down, although the tea was hot at the entrance, it was cold after entering the throat, and it turned out that the courtyard would be so cool because of the planting of these tea herbs.

He Siqi waved his hand and said, "Senior Ye, you know that I only drink alcohol. ”

The old man shook his head, and instead of saying more, he took out a scroll of drawings directly from his cuff.

He didn't unfold it, slowly put it on the table, and pushed it to the man and said with a smile: "Although the wine can relieve the sorrow, the sorrow in the sorrow still has to be quietly wiped away by the tea." ”

The man hesitated, got up and picked up the scroll and said, "It's important to break through, then we'll go back first." ”

The young man was a little surprised why the man was in a hurry to leave, but he didn't say anything, and he also got up and saluted.

The old man in the Confucian shirt twisted the teacup, took a sip of himself, and smiled at the young man instead of looking at the person who spoke: "Your name is Jiang Huai, you can come here to drink tea if you have nothing to do." ”

The young man nodded and said, "Then thank Mr. Ye." ”

After the two walked out of the courtyard gate, the old man squinted, his eyes were full of melancholy, and he said to himself: "When I am old, I feel that every talented boy is like my apprentice, it's really... It makes people feel guilty. ”

Jiang Huai looked at the man who was hurrying, puzzled in his heart, and asked, "Mr. He, why are you in such a hurry, but what is the secret?"

The handsome man frowned, as if he remembered something, and then he didn't say angrily: "It has something to do with you?"

The boy was speechless and had to be silent.

It is said that decades ago, when this handsome man was still traveling in style, there was a person on his side who marched together, it was Ye Qing's disciple and the man's best friend, the two were friends and enemies, learning from each other, and making progress together.

One day, during the journey of the two of them, they happened to encounter a monster running rampant in the village, slaughtering the people.

But that monster is really powerful, and the two are far from being opponents.

Ye Qing's disciples advocated that they squat here first, and let He Siqi go back to the academy to call people, even if they went to the nearby mountains to call some people from the sect first.

But He Siqi was in the sky at that time, and his heart was extremely high, and he felt that he had just fallen into a small realm, and he still had to go back to call people? It is better to say that he is embarrassed to go back.

He didn't say a word before he stepped forward, the characters came out together, all kinds of magic weapons continued one after another, and the gourd was not irrigated by floods.

As everyone knows, the demon turned out to be a white python snake, like a fish in water when encountering rivers, the strength of the body resisted the bombardment of the two characters, and the body moved like the wind, and the two were defeated.

It's easy to stir up trouble, and it's easy to say a few fair words forward, but if you want to start and finish well, it depends on whether others agree or not.

The two fled in a hurry, but after all, the realm was poor, and only one person had to escape under various means.

Since that day, Shangde Academy has not lost one talented teenager, but two.

The young man who escaped back by luck was in a state of mind like dust, drinking heavily every day for a living, and he couldn't kneel down in front of that Ye Qing, only saying that he was ashamed.

Although after the smoothing of time, the man returned to his usual appearance again, and his realm continued to rise, but the face that smiled every day did not seem to be particularly happy, and the little gourd of the Kona River that he raised by him never filled the river again, only wine.

For decades, he had been looking for the white python demon uninterruptedly, and he made a vow with his soul that he would kill this demon in his life.

But after so long, the big demon was like ashes, and he couldn't find or inquire about it.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine, exhaled a long breath and muttered to the young man in front of him: "Jiang Huai, no matter how high your realm is and how good your talent is in the future, if you want to encounter something dangerous, you must remember to live first, the magic weapon, the reputation is gone, you can take it again, but if your life is gone, it will really be gone." ”

Jiang Huai nodded, "Got it." ”

He Siqi rubbed his eyebrows rarely, with a slightly melancholy look, his mind turned slightly, and he said in a low voice: "If you see a white-faced scholar in the future, and he has a folding fan engraved with the word Fengliu in his hand, remember to come back and tell me." “

His eyes suddenly became resolute, and he said in a deep voice: "I must take that fan back!"