The next day, Feng Qingyang, who was sitting on the ground, opened his starry eyes, and his eyes pierced the silence of the morning like radio lightning.

Last night, Feng Qingyang tried to practice the internal skills learned in his previous life, "Ziwei Divine Sword Technique", "Ziwei Divine Sword Technique" was a top-level martial arts skill in the world in the previous life, and the difficulty of cultivation was extremely high, but once it was practiced, the first layer would be able to reach the mind and condense the sword heart;

In his previous life, Feng Qingyang was clear despite the resources of the sky, but the will of the world was limited, and he could no longer improve his internal strength when he cultivated to the seventh layer, let alone the ethereal ninth layer, so he had to devote all his energy to swordsmanship, and reached the realm of the Sword Saint who was one with one sword and ten thousand swords, but he didn't want him to be almost invincible in this world, and it was only the realm of gathering the sea when measured by the realm of the Tianwu Continent, and now he can't cultivate the so-called divine skill cheats before, I have to say that it is a pity.

After a night of fruitlessness, Feng Qingyang had to give up, and after planning to do something here, he went to the nine major sects to find another way to cultivate, although the original owner of the body himself had cultivated the internal qi heart method, but the upper limit was very low, and it was not suitable for long-term use, and it was not possible to learn a higher level of internal qi heart method as soon as possible, otherwise even if he had the attainment of a sword saint in swordsmanship, it would be difficult to survive in this world. The sword that was cast last night seemed to be infinitely powerful, but in fact it was a surprise, and it happened that the sword hidden under the horse was so sharp, and even implied sword intent, if Dong Bai chose to do his best to shake his sword at the beginning, maybe Dong Bai would still have a chance to escape, instead of being so attacked by Feng Qingyang and dying in the bamboo forest;

Think about it, get up with the sword, feel the sword body from the slightest sword intent, after the fierce battle last night, he began to try to practice, now he has the opportunity to check the sword in his hand, this sword is 2 feet 1 inch long, the sword body is cast and thinly engraved with dragon patterns, with a faint cold light, the hilt of the sword is a silver dragon carving case, it looks extremely majestic, the blade is extremely sharp when it is a real blade like autumn frost.

Looking around, I saw that the dart masters were already cleaning up the scene. Seeing Feng Qingyang get up, Wu Lei immediately walked over: "Little brother, you are awake, now that the sun is rising, the brothers' injuries are also healed, let's go on the road as soon as possible, so as not to have a rifle back to the Blood Hall." ”

Feng Qingyang nodded: "It's okay, but Brother Wu, I saw that you were poisoned a lot last night, have you ever cracked it?"

Wu Lei smiled roughly: "Little brother, don't worry, our dart master is originally a dry knife tip licking blood, this kind of attack has long been used to it, and there is naturally a good medicine to dispel poison and stop bleeding." After speaking, Wu Lei turned his head to look at the few dead dart masters who were flat on the dart cart and smiled bitterly: "It's just that I pity my sacrificial brothers, I promised them that if they die, I will send them back to their hometown for burial, who wouldn't be homesick if they die?"

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly after hearing this, and sighed in his heart, the original owner of this body is also homesick.

Feng Qingyang looked up at Wu Lei, and was about to ask how to go to the Nine Great Sects to learn the arts, but when he saw Wu Lei looking at him with a hesitant face, he wanted to stop talking, and immediately smiled: "What is the difficulty of Brother Wu? ”

Wu Lei saw that the wind was clear like this, and it was not easy to tuck it anymore, so he sighed: "Little brother, I wonder if you can do me a favor?"

Feng Qingyang made a gesture of please, and Wu Lei said: "This dart is to set off from Yuezhou from this place to the sword pool of the Taibai Sword Sect in Ningzhou, and the escort is the sword in the hands of the little brother - slaying the dragon!"

"It turns out that the name of this sword is called Dragon Slaying, and it is indeed a rare good sword! I wonder if what Brother Wu asked for can be related to this sword?" Feng Qingyang looked at the sword in his hand and smiled faintly.

Wu Lei nodded: "Exactly, this sword was hidden in the cold pool under the waterfall of the Tibetan Sword Valley, the water of this cold pool is cold and piercing, but it does not freeze all year round, it is very strange, a few days ago, the Taibai Sword Sect Elder Taishang was undefeated in this pool to find this sword, but he didn't want this sword to have a spirit, and non-human beings could pull it out, so he had to send it back to the Taibai Tibetan Sword Pool, but the reverse elder should have something important to do, and it was inconvenient to return to the sect, so he notified us that the Four Seas Dart Bureau came to escort him." Who wants the news to leak out, and was caught off guard by Dong Bai's fight, fortunately, the little brother can pull out this sword and frustrate the thief, otherwise I will not be able to save my life, but this time the casualties are too heavy, although I still have spare strength, but the dead brothers need to return home for burial, most of the brothers are still injured, and they are really unable to escort this sword, I see that this sword is related to the little brother, can I ask the little brother to help send this sword back to the Taibai Sword Sect. ”

"Brother Wu said with a smile, what is there between you and my brother, I just wanted to ask Brother Wu how to worship the nine major sects, although the closest sect to Yuezhou is the Linglong Sect, but I heard Brother Wu say that all of them are women, naturally not suitable for my generation to go, sending a sword to Taibai in front of me is just in line with my thoughts, little brother, I am naturally willing to help Brother Wu with this. ”

Wu Lei, the man, was immediately moved when he heard this, his eyes turned red, he bowed his head to Feng Qingyang and said, "Thank you, little brother Feng, if there is anything I can help in the future, I will definitely go all out!"

Seeing this, Feng Qingyang hurriedly helped Wu Lei up: "Brother Wu, you are too polite, along the way, Brother Wu, you have taught me a lot, how dare you accept this great gift." ”

Wu Lei responded movingly: "Brother Feng, let's go." ”

Feng Qingyang nodded, and when he saw it, Wu Hao turned his head and beckoned the various dart masters to immediately pack up their things and start their journey.

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At noon, a group of chariots and horses drove out of the valley, a small plain, clear and beautiful to them, the spring breeze caressed slightly, a building of red tiles and white walls, scattered scattered on the green as velvet grass, the end of the small plain is a bay of river water, the other side of the river can vaguely see a water pavilion.

"The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me?" Seeing the superb scenery here, the wind was clear and couldn't help but sigh. This time I fulfilled the dream of the original owner of this body, and I don't know when I will be able to return to that hometown?

But I didn't want Wu Lei to applaud immediately after hearing this, they were running around all the year round, and they often remembered their relatives at home: "Good poetry, little brother Feng, I can't imagine that you are not only exquisite in swordsmanship, but also in the poems you compose, wonderful, good, good!"

Feng Qingyang smiled embarrassedly after hearing this, this poem was originally Wang Anshi's "Docking Guazhou" in the Northern Song Dynasty, this time he sighed and read it, but it was mistaken for him to make it, yes, even if there is Wang Anshi in this different Great Song Dynasty, he is only a little kid about ten years old, how can he write poetry.

Feng Qingyang saw that Wu Lei was in high spirits, and he didn't explain his interest, so he had to hold back his embarrassment and ask, "Brother Wu, is there a water pavilion on the other side?"

"That's right, Brother Wind, you can cross the river by boat to your friend's house. I'm going to go north to Zhongzhou, and I'm not going to walk with you. Little brother, remember to come to Kaifeng Sihai Dart Bureau to find me for a drink, haha!"

"Naturally, there will be a period later!" the wind waved his hand.

Wu Lei immediately returned the salute and said boldly: "There will be a period later!"

With that, he commanded the dart team to go north.

After Wu Lei and the others left, the corners of Feng Qingyang's mouth pulled out a bitter smile with difficulty, only when Wu Lei mentioned drinking, he endured the bitterness and did not dare to show it, after coming to this world, he personally experienced the pain of drinking without strength, at that time it was really a headache, the original owner of this body also died because of excessive drinking, and he also came to this world inexplicably because he was unconscious.

Thinking about it, Feng Qingyang walked along the path into the small village on the edge of the plain, but saw that the village was inaccessible, but there was little cooking smoke at noon, it was really strange, the land here is fertile, by the mountains and rivers, why is it sparsely populated, although Feng Qingyang had doubts in his heart but did not care too much, and walked towards the old fishing man on the river embankment.

The old fisherman had a gray beard, shallow wrinkles, eyes that made people feel like they were forever smiling, and a pipe in his mouth, from which the smell of tobacco wafted out.

When Feng Qingyang walked into the old man's side, looking at the pipe he was holding in his mouth, Feng Qingyang suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, wasn't Ya's tobacco introduced to China in the Ming Dynasty, this place is really not the earth.

"Old man, where is the boat crossing the river?" Feng Qingyang didn't bother much about tobacco, he was almost accustomed to the extraordinary nature of this world, and asked the old man for the news of the ferry directly.

I saw that the old man turned his head and squinted his eyes, looked at him casually, and suddenly saw the sword in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he said slowly: "Young man, where are you going to cross the river?"

The old man's eyes looked at Feng Qingyang's eyes very strangely, obviously feeling like an ordinary old man, but it made Feng Qingyang feel a little jealous.

However, Feng Qingyang saw that the old man had no ill will towards him, and immediately replied: "Old man, my old friend once lived in the water pavilion opposite, and I promised him to go back and see it for him." ”

Seeing that his remembrance did not look like a fake, the old man turned to ask, "I can send you across the river, but you have to tell me how you got this sword?"

When Feng Qingyang heard this, he looked down at the sword in his hand, then at the old man, and saw that the old man's eyes were firm, so he asked, "The old man knows this sword?"

"I know, how can I not know? I personally brought this sword back to light. The old man was not in a hurry, his eyes were slightly closed, and he turned his head to continue fishing.

Feng Qingyang was shocked when he heard this: "Are you undefeated and anti-old-timers?"

After hearing this, his eyes narrowed, and he turned his head slightly: "Boy, do you know me?" Then you can tell me about this sword first. ”

In this way, Feng Qingyang told the story of last night and this morning, and of course, he made up the matter of killing Dong Bai with a sword to cooperate with Wu Lei to kill Dong Bai.

"You say, you pulled out that sword?hahaha, it's good, this group of gutless bandits in the Blood Hall, you should be killed, since you have a relationship with this sword, this sword will be given to you, but I have one condition, you need to get the first place in the Nine Sects Entrance Trial, otherwise I will take this sword back and put it back in the hidden sword pool." In a few months, it will be the day when my sect will accept disciples, you can cultivate well in these months, although you have now refined the eighth layer of the body, and you have not yet reached the level of condensation, but the entry trial of the nine sects is not child's play, I don't know how many young masters want to step into my nine major sects, there are countless realms of condensation, you need to work hard. By the way, you don't have to go to this pavilion!"