For Zhao Xifeng and his party walking on the Huailuo Plain, this is the most ritualistic Fengfeng Festival they have experienced in their lives.

Dong Erfat, who had a camel tablet on his body, pulled the fine iron carriage that was also attached to the camel tablet charm, trotted away, and went straight forward.

On the roof of the carriage, Gu Qingyuan was sitting precariously, his eyes were closed, and dozens of stems of withered grass around him were connected into a circle, constantly rotating around him at a constant speed, this was Gu Qingyuan's own cultivation method, the purpose was to accurately control the operation and flow of the beautiful trace of the Yuan Spirit under the effect of the chaotic rune.

Zhao Xifeng's cultivation method is the most special, he holds the dragon tooth bi in his hand, and follows the carriage all the way forward, neither out of the sword nor in the sheath, his brows are furrowed, and he does not say a word.

According to Cao Xiyun, a swordsman has been two people since the first day of sword practice, so the first thing Zhao Xifeng has to do is to cut off the past self, as for the method, it is also very simple, as long as Zhao Xifeng can come up with a perfect sword move, one sword will kill the past self, it will represent a complete negation of the previous practice, so that the sword can be released.

In the past two days, Zhao Xifeng has rapidly evolved nearly a hundred swordsmanship in his mind, whether it is Cao Xiyun's use in the grassland and Luobei City, or his own new moves, he always fails to succeed, which is really a humiliation for him with a strong personality, because Cao Xiyun said that when he touched the sword for the first time, he easily passed the test.

Could it be that there is really such a big gap between himself and Cao Xiaojian's talent? Zhao Xifeng frowned, thinking to himself in his heart.

Since his practice, except for some small troubles when he first felt into the body, Zhao Xifeng's cultivation path has always been a smooth road, and as for his cultivation talent, he has always been praised by Zhou Zhe, Kuhai and Zhong Li, and now he suddenly lost to such a sloppy middle-aged man, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

In fact, what Cao Xiyun didn't tell Zhao Xifeng was that when he touched the sword for the first time, he was less than ten years old, and the realm had just begun to feel, and he could enter the Tao with a little enlightenment in his heart. Yunhai has been polished several times in life and death in the first battle, and the people who fight with him are either birds of prey or masters like Zhong Li, and what is even more rare is that when he was still possessed by the dragon, he had the teaching experience of a peak master like Mo Qiuyang, and his actual combat ability is far from comparable to that of ordinary monks in the congenial period, so that he can negate all the spells he practiced in the past with a sword at this moment, which is more than a hundred times more difficult than Cao Xiyun back then!

Of course, Cao Xiyun didn't know Zhao Xifeng's past experience, and he didn't mean to make things difficult.

In the past two days, Zhao Xifeng's mind was full of swordsmanship deduction, walking and swords, sitting and sitting, and even dreaming of all kinds of sword moves.

Because he has not studied swordsmanship orthodoxy, there are no certain rules for swordsmanship in Zhao Xifeng's heart, they are all improvisations in exchange for on-the-spot experience again and again between life and death, the advantage is that it is not constrained and restricted by traditional dogma, and the disadvantage is that all moves have no systematic rules.

"That's all for today," Zhong Li said to Dong Erpang, who was still running in the trailer, "There are ten days at most, and we should be able to reach Shengjing." ”

Dong Erpang slowly stopped, sat down on the spot, snorting and panting, as long as he took turns pulling the car in the past few days, he was in a breath for six consecutive hours, as long as Zhong Li didn't say stop, he would never stop, they were all young men, they were all competitive at an age, and no one wanted to lose to his companions around him.

Sun Wenzhen got out of the carriage, looked at Dong Erfat, who was collapsed, and Gu Qingyuan and Zhao Xifeng, who were still in the middle of the settlement, smiled slightly, and began to make dinner.

Sheng Jing is already in sight, everyone's mood is not bad, especially Cao Xiyun, keep talking about how many friends she has in the capital, as if the girl in the brothel of the Qinglou, the young lady of the famous family, the young woman in the deep boudoir of the house, all of them are fascinated by it, and they can't sleep at night, Dong Erfat and Sun Wenzhen don't believe it at all, they fake and ridicule, and the words are quite ruthless, only Zhong Li's expression is slightly different, she knows that what Cao Xiyun said is not an exaggeration at all, the spring wine in the hibiscus tent is warm, and the swordsman Cao Xiyun's romantic name in the capital can be described as a household name, women and children all know, only Zhou Beichen, the commander of Jinwu before going to Miyun Pass, can barely match it。

Later, for some reason, Cao Xiyun changed the image of the previous son, began to be unkempt, and even sloppy and obscene, and the name of this romance gradually faded, as for the reason, some people say that he loves swords, in order to climb the peak of kendo, so he concentrates on practicing not close to women, and some people say that he was swept out of the house by the head of the Cao family, and there is no income, which is why he fell into the rivers and lakes, and some people say that the hibiscus swordsman met the woman who was destined to be, but the other party was ruthless, and under the blow, he fell to the point where he is today, and what is even more exaggerated is that it is rumored that the woman in Zhong is not the mountain fairy of which sect, but a proprietress who opens a shop and sells wine in the market, which is really absurd。

Before meeting Cao Xiyun himself, Zhong Li always felt that the first rumor should be more credible, but along the way, this well-known swordsman in the domain never practiced swords, in addition to guiding a few juniors to practice, chatting and farting every day, and sleeping after eating, which completely subverted Miss Zhong's perception of swordsmen, and she did not cherish the sword in her hand.

As a result, Zhong Li had no choice but to understand Cao Xiyun's state and the changes after he became an adult, and he had a kind of indifferent poise about his appearance.

For today's dinner, Sun Wenzhen deliberately set up a pot, took out the cured meat brought from Panlong Town, supplemented by some wild vegetables picked all the way, and cooked a pot of broth.

is worthy of being born in a restaurant, and after a bunch of ordinary ingredients are simply processed, they are also full of fragrance, which is appetizing.

"Eat!" Sun Wenzhen looked at the pot, with a satisfied look on his face, compared to cultivation, he also likes to cook, if he didn't pass the first test of the illusion, maybe Panlong Town would have one more famous chef in the northwest.

Dong Erfat got up with a snort, rubbed his sore waist and legs, scolded and walked over slowly, and after asking about the smell of meat, the whole person was refreshed, and he suddenly felt half less tired.

Gu Qingyuan also opened his eyes silently and jumped off the roof of the car with a smile.

Only Zhao Xifeng was still frowning, deaf to Sun Wenzhen's call, with a solemn face and a completely forgetful face.