When he came to stand opposite Mr. Xie, He Zhi was slightly embarrassed, but he didn't feel ashamed.

The last time they met, they were each their own master. He Zhi can not care about this Mr. Xie stabbing himself, and Mr. Xie is not qualified to blame He Zhi for causing him to live on the streets.

"It's you!" Mr. Xie glanced at He Zhi, his expression seemed to change, but he quickly fell silent.

"Yo, are you friends with him?" Steward Lin didn't recognize He Zhi, and was quite happy to hear that he was willing to help Mr. Xie pay the bill.

"It's not. The corners of He Zhi's mouth twitched.

"Isn't it, then you're going to help him pay?" said Steward Lin, suspicious.

"You should think that I like to do a good deed every day. What, do you have an opinion?"

"Hey, no, not at all! You talk, you talk slowly. Steward Lin said, and the person kept retreating, and after a while, he disappeared.

"Hey!" He Zhi shook his head, looked back at Mr. Xie, who seemed to be disheartened, and still had nothing to say.

From He Zhi's point of view, Mr. Xie can be said to be completely to blame for his current field, and he is not to blame He Zhi. It's just that this Mr. Xie's sword in the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion left a deep impression on He Zhi. Hearing that he was driven out of the mansion by the Marquis of Zhenguo, and seeing him humiliated by Steward Lin, he subconsciously felt that it was not worth it for him, so he just helped him.

Two thousand taels of silver may be a lot of wealth for ordinary people, but it is nothing to He Zhi, who is backed by the Qi Palace. I don't know if it's because the business with Ding Lu is very profitable, Gongsun Wuji treats He Zhi and the others very generously. He Zhi himself had enough silver tickets to pay the bill.

took out the silver ticket to settle the account, He Zhi and Mr. Xie were relatively speechless after all. Mr. Xie did not thank He Zhi, and He Zhi did not say any words of comfort.

Both sides parted silently, and Mr. Xie soon disappeared into the crowded crowd of Jingshi.

Huo Wudao was grateful to He Zhi for helping to solve Doctor Fang's troubles, but he was very grateful and offered to continue the discussion. But He Zhi was disturbed by Mr. Xie, but he had no mood to compete.

After seven days of practice, He Zhi was basically introduced to martial arts practice. He knew that his state of mind had a great influence on his cultivation, and if he was not in the right state of mind but forced to cultivate, it would be unprofitable and harmful. So He Zhi declined Huo Wudao's invitation and went back to the Qi Palace.

But what He Zhi didn't expect was that the gatekeeper of the Qi Palace's gate came to him early the next morning.

"Mr. He, there is a Mr. Xie outside who wants to see you. ”

"Mr. Xie?" He Zhi was surprised. Didn't Mr. Xie leave silently yesterday? Came back to find himself so quickly, could it be that he got the money from somewhere, and came to repay the money?

"Alright, then ask him to come over. No matter what Mr. Xie meant, He Zhi felt that he was definitely not a person who would take revenge. In that case, let's just meet each other.

The porter left in response, and after a while, he brought Mr. Xie in.

Mr. Xie's appearance is still the same as when they last met, half like a Taoist priest and half like an old farmer, his face is full of weather, and his eyes are gloomy.

"Why do you want to help me?" Standing in front of He Zhi, Mr. Xie raised his head and asked.

"Nothing in particular. I just wanted to do it, so I did it. In addition, before in the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, your sword scared me into a cold sweat. With that sword, I don't think you should be driven out by the Marquis of Zhenguo. ”

"What's the matter with scaring you? I've been sharpening my sword for twenty years, and I haven't broken it with a single move. There was a hint of pain in Mr. Xie's eyes, "That's it." A bloodless person like me may not be suitable for the martial arts path. Even if he is full of genius, even if he concentrates on hard cultivation, he still can't wake up as easily as a bloodline powerhouse. ”

"You're not right. The decadence in Mr. Xie's words made He Zhi frown, "The person you lost was me, not Hua Mingshan." I'm not a bloodline martial artist, what does it have to do with bloodline awakening?"

"Hehe, what if it's a bloodline martial artist? It doesn't matter what. Mr. Xie looked dead, shook his head and said, "I'm not here today to debate with you. Now that my reputation is ruined, I will not be able to pay your two thousand taels of silver. But I Xie Xuan'an has never owed anyone all my life. After thinking about it, I only have twenty years left to sharpen this sword that is worth some silver taels. I will pass it on to you, and you and I will settle our grievances from now on. How?"

"What?" He Zhi looked at Mr. Xie blankly, almost wondering if his ears had misheard.

He Zhi never expected that Mr. Xie would make such a proposal! It's not that Mr. Xie's sword is not worth two thousand taels of silver, but it's too worthy! It's worth too much! It is a swordsmanship that contains a trace of the true intent of entering the Dao! And it can really be used in the early stage of the rebirth realm!

Such a move can be called a shocking swordsmanship, not to mention that it is placed in the Martial Saint Realm, even if it is placed in the Qiankun Realm, how much do you say it is worth? 10,000 taels? Of course! And you only accept gold and not silver, you don't want to be too expensive! Some people kneel on the ground with gold and silver in their hands and can't ask for it!

This old man is crazy, isn't he? Didn't he just lose a fight? He wasn't dead or hurt. Listening to what Doctor Fang said before, he didn't even have much damage to his cultivation! Why did he suddenly despair? The peerless swordsmanship that he had worked hard to study all his life was sold out as cabbage? He Zhi looked at Mr. Xie with a heart full of incomprehension.

Of course, in the Martial Saint Realm, where could He Zhi, who could only be regarded as a newcomer at most, understand Xie Xuan'an's despair? In the entire Martial Saint Realm, ordinary people who did not have a bloodline inheritance were considered to be the remnants of martial arts cultivation, and they were hopeless waste.

Xie Xuan'an has been in turmoil for half his life, and he doesn't know how much suffering he has experienced before he polishes a peerless sword. This sword is forged by Xie Xuan'an's lifelong belief. However, the first time he officially faced the enemy, he folded in He Zhi's hands. Such a blow directly destroyed most of Xie Xuanan's self-confidence. And the betrayal and ruthlessness of the Marquis of Zhenguo made Xie Xuanan suffer a blow.

Under the self-abandonment, Xie Xuan'an's confidence in his swordsmanship was already shaken. He had no idea how valuable his sword was. He even began to feel that the strength of this sword was just his own self-righteousness, and in the eyes of the real strong, it was just a futile laugh.

"What, you don't want to?" Seeing that He Zhi didn't agree for a long time, Mr. Xie's eyes became more and more gloomy.

"Yes, yes. Of course I do. When He Zhi heard this, where was there still a little hesitation, and he immediately hurriedly agreed. This is a real peerless swordsmanship, and if you miss it, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life!

What the hell does Mr. Xie think? Whatever it is, learn it first!