The north wind was cold, and outside a deserted post station in the west of Luobei City, Cao Xiyun and the pedestrians of Panlong School stood with their backs to the sunset.

In front of them, the two new tombs are next to each other, they are the Taoist couple who assassinated Helan Jian a few days ago, and on the flagpole behind several people, the bodies of the two brothers Helan Jian and Helan Palace are swinging in the wind, just like the men and women in the graves in the past two months.

Cao Xiyun looked rare and serious, and saluted silently to the tomb, in the just-concluded battle of Luobei, when Cao Xiyun stepped into the gate of Hefu, He Luming, who came in a hurry, took the two Zhiwei Realm worshippers without saying a word, knelt down in front of Cao Xiyun, and ordered all the sergeants to give up the interception and retreat to the side.

Such a scoundrel move did succeed in avoiding the tragedy of the He family since then, but Cao Xiyun still pulled Helan Jian and Helan Palace out of the inner courtyard, pulled them into the Yan Tower, and made the crimes of the two public one by one in front of the onlookers.

When the He brothers died in Yanlou, He Luming was on the side, gritting his teeth and watching his beloved son die, after several struggles, he still didn't order anyone to do it, but sent someone to send a group of people out of Luobei City.

After burying the Taoist couple, Cao Xiyun returned to his cynical appearance, sitting on the broken wall of the abandoned post station, lazily carrying a gourd and pouring wine, and his posture did not have the chic and downturn of a swordsman, but some homeless people were tired.

Zhao Xifeng walked over, leaned against the wall and stretched out his hand to Cao Xiyun, took the broken gourd, drank it slowly, and said after a while: "As soon as we leave, the two of the He family will be lowered from the flagpole and buried in a beautiful manner. ”

Cao Xiyun snatched the gourd distressedly, poured a few big mouthfuls, showed a satisfied look on his face, and said lightly: "Everyone is dead, is it important how the corpse is disposed of?"

Zhao Xifeng hesitated for a while, shook his head and smiled, and said, "It's not important." ”

"Some of them are not important, but the few people next to us today are meaningful," Cao Xiyun sat up straight and pointed to the new grave next to him, "The two people in the soil are not so much that I dug a grave for them, but that I erected a monument." ”

"We don't have a tombstone. Zhao Xifeng frowned puzzled.

Cao Xiyun said solemnly: "It's not a tombstone, it's a monument, a chivalrous person, whether an ordinary person or a swordsman, should be admired and respected, especially this one, knowing that he can't do it, he uses his body to make skin, flesh and bones, and set up a monument in the hearts of all the people here." ”

Zhao Xifeng was silent, thinking of the withered sea master who disappeared under the peach blossom tree, and he had mixed feelings for a while, and he didn't know how to respond.

"As for those two things," Cao Xiyun contemptuously pointed to the He brothers hanging on the flagpole, "It seems that I let them die without a place to be buried, but in fact, I also prepared a grave for them, I want to tell the bastards who help the He family to fight for the tiger here, find a place to bury those obscene and dirty evil thoughts in their hearts as soon as possible, otherwise when the next Cao Xiaojian passes by, maybe he will not have such a good temper as mine." ”

Zhao Xifeng nodded lightly, and suddenly asked, "When you were in the He family, the old man kneeling on the ground seemed to call you Cao Xiyun?"

Cao Xiyun laughed and replied: "When a swordsman walks the rivers and lakes, he always needs a poetic name, otherwise how to hook up with the big girls and little daughters-in-law." ”

Too lazy to argue with this guy who pretended to be confused, Zhao Xifeng glanced at Cao Xiyun, and secretly slandered himself in his heart, just this sloppy appearance, no matter how poetic the name is, it has a fart use, and the big girls and little daughters-in-law will retreat when they smell the smell of you.

"There's a question you didn't answer me when you were in the city today," Zhao Xifeng skipped the topic just now and continued to ask: "Why are Qingyuan and Fat Man both cultivating through Fu Dao, while I am learning swords?"

Cao Xiyun looked at Zhao Xifeng with a smile, and asked playfully, "What do you say?"

Zhao Xifeng sighed and said helplessly: "Don't say it, I was born with a clear bone, and I am a once-in-a-century kendo genius, and no one can inherit your peerless swordsmanship except me." ”

"Hahaha, it's not far away, that's pretty much what it means. After Cao Xiyun laughed for a while, he replied with a hippie smile.

Zhao Xifeng snorted coldly, turned around and left without saying a word, and was pulled by Cao Xiyun's hand.

"Brother Dongfeng, if I'm not mistaken, your method of cultivating qi is the Nine Changes of the Lingshan of the Imperial Family, right?" Cao Xiyun looked at Zhao Xifeng, his eyes flashing, full of indescribable meaning.

Zhao Xifeng looked at him for a long time, and finally nodded slowly, and said, "The predecessor who taught me this exercise is the name he said. ”

Cao Xiyun let go of his hand, lazily leaned back to the broken wall, looked at the sky with a long look, and asked Zhao Xifeng, "Do you know what is the biggest difference between sword cultivation and other monks?"

Zhao Xifeng shook his head silently.

"The biggest difference is that every sword cultivator must be unique," Cao Xiyun said with a smile, "Other cultivators, whether they are nurturing masters, sorcerers, or puppet masters, all rely on their perception of the aura of heaven and earth and the use of laws to defeat the enemy. ”

"Sword cultivation is the same, all we can rely on is the three-foot Qingfeng in our hands, although it is incomparably sharp, it is too easy to be caught by others, so if the sword has a fixed form, then the death of the swordsman is not far away. Cao Xiyun paused and said solemnly, "That's why since ancient times, swordsmen have swordsmanship, but they don't have sword moves. ”

Zhao Xifeng thought seriously for a moment, and then asked, "Then what does this have to do with my Nine Changes in the Spirit Mountain?"

Cao Xiyun smiled and said, "A swordsman, if you want to truly never use repeated sword moves, what is the biggest trick?"

"Perception and innovation?" replied Zhao Xifeng tentatively.

Hearing this, Cao Xiyun gave a big roll of his eyes, clapped his hands and said: "Of course it's copying! There is a big copy of the world's swordsmanship, see if you can copy it! How convenient it is to directly use other people's moves, how can you have so much spare time every day! And when it comes to plagiarism and imitation, Lingshan Jiuchang even imitates animals thoroughly, not to mention sword moves, you say yes!"