Chapter Ninety-Three: Raising the Sword

The sun is getting stronger.

Gongsun Qianxue sat at the window of the pavilion where she could see the River of the Dead in the distance, and her heart became more and more irritable.

Looking at the dense crowd there, she finally couldn't hold it back, slapped the book in her hand on the shore, and said angrily: "How long will it take for me to go out." ”

Today's lesson was given to her by a man in his thirties, listening to her angry voice, the man smiled slightly, and before he could respond, Gongsun Qianxue couldn't help but say: "It's just an assassination, the Gongsun family is known as the first gate valve in Changling, so I'm afraid of being like this, and I'm not afraid of people laughing at it, can't I find out who is the mastermind behind it one day, so I can only stay in these places? Could it be that all the powerful cultivators of our Gongsun family are dead?"

"It seems to you to be just an assassination, but in the eyes of your father and mother, it is a real life. The man in his thirties had an excellent temper and was always smiling, "You don't want to think about it yourself, who would have thought that the young man in the Bashan Sword Field would be able to support that kind of cultivator for a moment?"

"Then I'm embarrassed to say, since you know that he saved me, but I haven't thanked you in person, isn't there a lack of courtesy?" Gongsun Qianxue gritted his teeth and said.

Listening to her childish words, the man in his thirties smiled a little stronger, "Actually, you yourself can understand why your father had to teach you to practice swords, no matter how many offerings your Gongsun family has and how many cultivators protect you, but if you are not strong enough to eventually have a hundred secrets, if you can be similar to the young man in this Bashan Sword Field now, your family may also be more relieved." To put it simply, if you concentrate on your studies and become stronger, your family will not protect you like this. ”

"Shouldn't I be allowed to watch the sword competition?"

Gongsun Qianxue was still not convinced, and said angrily: "You all know that Wang Jingmeng's understanding of the Sword Sutra is far beyond that of ordinary sword masters, and even Mo Ying is following him to learn swords, wouldn't it be more progress if I meet him more." ”

"Of course, you have a point. ”

The man became serious and said: "It's just that everything needs to take into account the overall situation, especially a person like you, Miss, now that he is too close to the Zhong family, there have been some big changes during this time, in order to avoid suspicion, you can't get too close to him, otherwise our Gongsun family may also become the target of public criticism." ”

"I don't understand what you mean. Gongsun Qianxue was stunned.

She usually doesn't care about those power struggles at all, but the few words she said as a teacher made her feel extraordinary.

......

"I don't understand what you mean. ”

The time was almost up, and when Zheng Sleeve walked to the carriage waiting outside the courtyard, the old man in yellow robe in front of the carriage suddenly said this in a deep voice.

Zheng Sleeve glanced at the yellow-robed old man with a calm face, and said, "Which thing?"

"Those elixirs are the accumulation of hundreds of years in my Jiaodong County, you should know better than me, in order to be able to obtain those elixirs from the hands of those natives on the overseas islands and in the deep sea, how much did our Jiaodong County pay, and the huge Jiaodong County, there are so many talented people among the children of those families, if they knew that you used many elixirs on these people in the Bashan Sword Field, what would they think?" The yellow-robed old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and although his voice was calm, a chill gradually appeared on his face.

Although he seems to be Zheng Sleeve's coachman, he is a teacher who is responsible for teaching and supervising.

Although Zheng Sleeve was young, many things he did in Changling also made him respectful, but this incident made him feel extremely inappropriate.

"Bashan Sword Field is like our sword. ”

Zheng Sleeve's complexion did not change in the slightest, she looked at the old man in yellow robe, and said indifferently: "To kill people with a sword, of course, you must use the fastest and sharpest sword, the sword of Bashan Sword Field is much faster and sharper than the sword of our Jiaodong County." After today's sword competition, you will know what kind of gap there is between those so-called talented and outstanding cultivators in our Jiaodong County and these people in Bashan Sword Field. ”

The yellow-robed old man frowned slightly.

He understood the meaning of Zheng Sleeve's words, and the chill on his face quickly disappeared.

"Your confidence in me is not enough, but your attitude will determine Jiaodong County's attitude towards me, so I hope you have more confidence in me. ”

Zheng Sleeve got into the carriage, but her cold voice continued to come out behind the curtain of the carriage door, reaching the ears of the yellow-robed old man, "Luck is an ethereal thing, but Yuan Wu is smarter than you think, and these people in the Bashan Sword Field are stronger than you think... I don't know how a sect like Bashan Sword Field has selected its disciples in the past ten years, but the current fact is that if it comes to cultivating swords, I can't only defeat Wang Jingmeng. If I fight the enemy alone, I may not even be able to defeat Yan Xinlan and Lin Boiled Wine. ”

The yellow-robed old man's body shook, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"After today, if you have seen the sword competition between Yan Xinlan and this Wen Guanyue, you will understand that what I said is true, and you will naturally understand my true thoughts and layout....There is nothing that can be achieved overnight in this world, what I want to do now is to raise a sword, as long as it drags on for a few years, then it will be the world of the Deba Mountain Sword Field. ”

Zheng Sleeve's voice carried a certain cold and unquestionable meaning, "In the years of raising swords, I don't care at all about the battles with these Changling magnates, the gains and losses of interests. ”

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