Some people go into the mountains, and some people go out of the mountains.

In the smoke and rain, some purple evening primrose bloomed in the town, and the sound of the wheels of the carriage crushing the uneven stones sounded in the mountains and forests.

In the mountain gate of Bashan Sword Field, a teenager walked out.

The young man was wearing a yellow shirt, his complexion was very white, he seemed to rarely bask in the sun, and the expression on his face was not as sharp and bookish as many young people.

He was also holding a thick book with a black cover in his arms, and it seemed that he still had some questions in this book that he had never been able to understand, so he had been holding the book and refusing to let it go.

The trail is slippery, but the tall pine forests are relatively dry, and the cascading canopy of the trees keeps most of the rain out, and the raindrops that fall in the forest are sucked by the dry bark and a thick layer of pine needles on the ground.

There were three people in the depths of the pine forest.

Lin boiled wine, Yan Xinlan and Ye Xinhe.

There are two or three sheds with different shapes made of bark, which are not clean, but miraculously there are no traces of insects, and there is water in the water tank and rice in the rice tank.

Lin Boiled Wine is really cooking wine.

It's good wine, the wine he snatched from the hands of the nest of horse thieves in Yunmeng Mountain. Those horse thieves know that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't compare to today's sunset, and they all know very well that there may not be tomorrow with today, so it must be excellent to be kept by these drunk horse thieves, and even reluctant to drink.

The wine is emerald green, with some strange floral notes, and it is neither strong nor light.

Wine is good wine, but not everyone is good wine.

Yan Xinlan would rather drink sweet soup.

Ye Xinhe has a maximum of one cup.

Although I brought a lot of snacks from the town, it was always a little unrefreshing to drink on my own.

Suddenly, seeing such a young man holding a book appear in his sight, Lin Zhujiu was stunned at first, and then the next sentence was, "Can you drink?"

The bookish boy bowed slightly politely, then smiled and said, "One cup." ”

Lin Zhujiu was suddenly a little disappointed, and he suddenly missed Mao Qijie a little.

"You know us?"

Ye Xinhe didn't care about whether he could drink or not, he looked at the young man who came forward, just looking at the young man's demeanor, he felt that this young man was no stranger to here, so his eyebrows unconsciously raised slightly, "It's us from the Bashan Sword Field?"

"Lin boiled wine, Ye Xinhe, Yan Xinlan. ”

The young man nodded delicately, picked a stone with the book in his hand and kicked it to the campfire, sat down, and then continued: "According to the entry time, I am your junior brother. ”

"What's your name?" Yan Xinlan was a little strange, it was normal for her to not see this teenager alone, but Lin Zhuanjiu and Ye Xinhe had both stayed in the Bashan Sword Field for a long time, especially Lin Zhuanjiu.

They haven't even seen it, which is kind of incredible.

"My name is Shi Changluo. ”

The young man smiled slightly, and when he raised his head to look at Yan Xinlan, there was more indescribable arrogance in his demeanor, "I usually read books in the sword tower, so I haven't seen it." ”

"Are you the nerd in the sword tower who can't get out of retreat?" Lin Zhujiu suddenly reacted and looked at the young man called Shi Changluo in surprise.

Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan also glanced at each other, and their eyes were a little complicated.

If it were that person, it would have been only a year shorter than theirs.

I have long heard that this person was brought back from Guanzhong by Yu Zuochi, but when he arrived at the Bashan Sword Field, it was said that he did not follow Yu Zuochi to practice, but asked to observe the scriptures by himself in the sword tower.

And then....and then it was a long time.

At first, everyone thought he was an anomaly, but then after too long, even this idea faded, and they even forgot that such a person existed.

People who are too unique tend to be unsociable, but fortunately, these people in Bashan Sword Field are unique.

"It's true that you haven't been practicing with Uncle Yu?" Lin Zhujiu looked at this junior disciple and couldn't help but ask.

The division commander nodded, "There really isn't." ”

Lin Zhujiu frowned slightly, and said kindly: "Then have you heard that Senior Uncle Yu went to the Mirror Lake Sword Society?"

"I know. ”

Shi Changluo laughed, smiling like a cunning little fox: "Of course I know that he is powerful, I thought he was powerful back then, so I followed him to Bashan." ”

Yan Xinlan couldn't help but ask, "Then why is it just self-study?"

"Because it's faster to read. ”

The division commander said: "And there are a lot of sword scriptures accumulated in the sword tower, I can choose at will, and I can't pick at will when I practice sword with him." ”

There are also a lot of swords in the sword tower in the Bashan Sword Field, and there are indeed a lot of sword scriptures.

However, this is the same as all sects that have been established for a long time, and generations of practitioners have stored their understanding of sword moves, as well as some of the cultivation classics they have obtained in the course of their own practice, in the sect for later generations to see.

These are the precious assets of a sect, and they are also one of the foundations of a sect.

However, many of the cultivators who had obtained the Sword Sutra at that time did not study it, because the cultivation exercises in the cultivator world were as vast as a sea of stars, and in the past hundreds or even thousands of years, how many cultivators had emerged and how many cultivation methods had been dispersed, that was really an unusually large number.

What some practitioners think is a fallacy for others, and it is a real problem to pick a useful one out of the thousands of stars.

What's more, many of the cultivation scriptures are not passed on to the outside world, and there are many obstacles set up inside, and some secrets that are not passed on are not thoroughly taught by the teacher, and the records in the text and catalogue are actually incorrect.

Among the classics of Bashan Sword Field, there are many very powerful, but they are remnants and not complete at all.

Only people who have the kind of confidence, or are crazy to a certain extent, would say that it is better to study with a cultivator like Yu Zuochi than to observe the mountains of sword scriptures by himself?

A cultivator like Yu Zuochi, who was already at the highest peak of the cultivator world, already had a discernment that ordinary people did not have, and if he taught his disciples, in anyone's opinion, he would naturally be able to avoid many detours for his disciples. Even if he walked into the Sword Sutra and randomly selected a few copies and threw them to Shi Changluo, it was very simple to say that those True Yuan Exercises were desirable and which sword moves were very useful, which could save a person more than ten years of hard work.

Ye Xinhe originally felt that he was arrogant among the group of people in the Bashan Sword Field, and among the young cultivators of this generation in the entire Bashan Sword Field, there were not many people in his eyes.

However, he also felt that if he followed Yu Zuochi, even if Yu Zuochi only used the simplest method, he could save many years of penance.

He looked at this very bookish junior brother, and he felt that the other party was telling a serious joke about arrogance and ignorance.

"Even if I only read a lot of sword scriptures, I can only read them once, but I won't say such things like you. Ye Xinhe felt unpleasant in his heart, he looked at Shi Changluo sarcastically, and sneered: "What gives you such confidence?"

"It was very clean here before, but it was too lively for ten days, so I was curious about what happened, and then when I got out of the sword tower, I asked a division commander, and I learned that it was Uncle Gu who wanted to accept apprentices. ”

Shi Changluo saw the mockery in Ye Xinhe's eyes, but he was not angry, and he didn't answer Ye Xinhe's words for the first time, he just said slowly to himself: "It just so happened that I had read some books, so I simply came out of the sword tower, but I came out of the sword tower, not because I wanted to become a disciple of Uncle Gu and get his careful training, but I wanted to see what kind of disciple Uncle Gu would choose in the end, I wanted to see if he was really powerful." ”

Lin Zhuojiu laughed, he understood what this junior brother meant, and felt that this junior brother was really the most confident and arrogant person he had ever seen over the years, even if he seemed to be the most amiable among these people in the Bashan Sword Field.

Ye Xinhe sneered unceremoniously: "So what you mean is that you think that no matter what disciple Gu Liren finally accepts, maybe that person is not as strong as you, at least you have to compare with that person and give it a try." ”

The division commander nodded seriously, "That's natural." ”

"When a weigher wants to weigh something else, he must first have his own weight. Ye Xinhe's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became indifferent, "I want to try your sword first." ”

No one was surprised.

At least Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan, who were very familiar with Ye Xinhe's temper, were not surprised at all.

"Then please ask my senior brother for advice. ”

The division commander bowed to Ye Xinhe.

He didn't get up, and he was still holding the old book in his left hand, but a sword intent had already formed above the campfire.

He pointed at the sword and pointed at Ye Xinhe's chest with a volley.