In the few days since he returned to the Sword Forge with Lijingjing, Azule was basically distracted. When www.biquge.info asked from a distance, Azule only said that he was unwell. Li Jingjing probably guessed the reason for this, probably related to what she saw and heard in the "Yipin Tea" a few days ago, and even if she repeatedly deliberately inquired, Azule was speechless.

After a fierce battle of ideas, Azul finally decided to meet with the people of the Sword Sect, and whether to talk to him and whether to ask for help.

On the evening of this day, the three-storey archway facing the street of "Dusty Stream" is already full, and the merchants, scholars, and martial arts knights are distributed among them, and they are crowded, noisy, and very lively. Passing through the lobby on the first floor and stepping into the atrium, the check-in counter comes into view, which is much quieter than the archway facing the street. Only the black glowing abacus beads crackled in the hands of the shopkeeper, and the sound was particularly penetrating, and the guys were busy greeting and seeing off the passengers, all smiling, kind and kind, and warmly receiving every passenger.

A group of martial arts knights lived in the second courtyard, neatly leaning against the six wings on the left. This group of people is a little different from ordinary martial arts people, others are chivalrous and basically do not live in one place for a long time, and they have lived here for a long time.

The lads are the best at observing words and feelings, and they must be good at seeing who is the leader in a group of people, which is also more convenient for outsiders to visit the times to spread the word. The young man knocked on the first of the six side rooms, and said to the middle-aged knight in the room with a smile: "This lord, the little one shouldn't disturb the rest of the distinguished guests, but there is a little brother outside who has to visit, and he swears that you will definitely see him, this is the little brother's delivery post... Oh, it's not a prayer post either, that's it. As he spoke, the young man took out a piece of paper from his bosom and folded it in all four folds, so that he could not see what was written in it.

The middle-aged man is the master of the "Wen" character in the Buzhou Mountain Sword School, after listening to the young man's slippery words, it is not easy to refuse, he hugged his fists and saluted, took the paper, opened it and looked at it hurriedly, folded it as it was, took out a little loose silver and handed it to the young man, and said: "Little brother, I'm sorry for you, please come here to see that little brother." ”

The young man saw that the words had been brought, and as the little brother outside said, these swordsmen were really willing to see it, and since the mission was completed, they also got some silver taels by the way, said goodbye with a smile, and turned around and led the way briskly. The middle-aged man's mind was just the opposite of his calm face at the moment, and after seeing the four-folded paper, his heart fluctuated rapidly.

The middle-aged man was still standing at the door, not seated or greeted out, seeing the young man leading a person in, the moonlight was hazy, the night was gray, and he could only see the person who came with a steady gait, a thin body, a dress often worn by swordsmiths, and his hair was tied in a bun, which looked neat and neat.

The young man led the visitor outside the door, greeted him, and then turned and left.

The middle-aged man made a gesture to invite in, turned and approached, and sat down on a chair against the wall, without saying a word.

The visitor who came in with the young man was none other than Asoule, after all, he had little experience in the rivers and lakes, and when he saw that the other party was silent, he was looking for something to say. Azule saw the middle-aged man sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, and on the coffee table in front of him was the four origami that he had asked the young man to bring in. Seeing that the other party was also thin, with a high nose and a narrow face, sharp eyes, dressed as a Taoist, he looked at himself quietly, and looked very kind, which caused him to have the urge to speak.

Azul's eyes swept over and saw a sword lying horizontally in the other corner, and his mind was wandering. Azule saluted, still did not speak, walked to the sword lying horizontally, saw that the other party had no intention of stopping, picked up the sword, "swish", pulled out the sword, held two sword flowers in his hand, and used the first three moves of the "Qingfeng Eighteen Styles", one by one, to use the sword one by one, put the opponent's sword as it was, turn around and slowly walk to the position where he began to stand.

"Since you're here, why are you leaving?" said the middle-aged man slowly while sipping tea.

Azule turned around, bowed his hand, and said, "Senior, junior is very presumptuous, afraid of disturbing Qing Xiu. ”

"I'm already in the mortal world, where can I still cultivate?! Since we met, we must have a fate!" the middle-aged man stood up and walked towards Asul, handing him the four-folded piece of paper as he spoke.

"This sword is called Qingfeng, even in our sect, there are very few people who have seen its true face, and I hope to give it a don't hesitate!" said the middle-aged man.

Azule took the four-folded paper, unfolded it gently, and said, "Senior, I have indeed seen this sword in Xia, and I also know its name. It's just that this experience is a bit bizarre, and I don't know where to start. ”

"Oh, bizarre? Where and when have you seen this sword?" replied the middle-aged man.

"The younger generation is called Asule, who grew up in Beiban, but he is a native of the Central Plains. Don't hide it from the predecessors, this sword was given by the next master, and when the master gave the sword, he also briefly introduced the people and things of the Buzhou Mountain 'Ten Thousand Blades and Thousand Blades' sword school. It's just that he was incompetent, failed to keep the sword, and was seized by the treacherous scheme of the city lord here. Azul looked remorseful, saluted again, and then said slowly.

"In that case, it's a family, Azul, you sit down and talk in detail. After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he sat down first, and motioned for Azule to sit at the coffee table, closer to him.

"My senior brother in charge, Ben and I are generally also cultivating in Buzhou Mountain, about three years ago, I was on a mission to go north with a sword, to verify a sect unsolved case for more than ten years, and if I don't want to go, there is no news. Until a month ago, we received news that the Qingfeng Sword was rumored to be in Kestrel City in Shuncheonju, and the master motioned for us to come to inquire about the whereabouts of the senior brother and the sword. Can you tell me, where is Senior Brother Wenjie now?" the middle-aged man asked anxiously.

After hearing this, Azule hurriedly stood up and saluted, and after the middle-aged man motioned for him to sit down, he replied, "I don't know what Uncle Shi's title is?"

"Don't be polite, my name is Li Wenchang, and I belong to the same generation of disciples as your master, you can just call me uncle. The middle-aged man said.

"Uncle Li, my master is him, he is no longer alive!" said Azule with a sad face for a year.

"Ah?!My senior brother is a master of the eighth grade, and he can be regarded as a master. Who was the victim of Senior Brother, and when did it happen?" Li Wenchang asked eagerly with a sad and angry face.

"According to the speculation, it should also be the people of the City Lord of Kestrel City, but they were pretending to be the subordinates of the Northern Barbarian Engineer at the time. Three years ago, in the industrial city, the master was besieged, I took advantage of the chaos to save the master, but the master and his old man's home poisoned arrows, poison died, I followed his old man's wishes, temporarily kept the Qingfeng sword, and buried the master outside the south gate of the industrial city. Azul replied.

"Oh! Three years ago, could it be that the senior brother was besieged as soon as he entered the Beiban, this must have leaked the news, and there must be something strange in this. Li Wenchang stood up and whispered while pacing. After pacing in the room for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he sat down again, and asked Azule again: "Then who taught you your martial arts? The swordsmanship you used when you entered the door was the first three moves of the 'Qingfeng Eighteen Styles', and this swordsmanship could not be passed on to the outside world as usual. ”

"Don't hide it from my uncle, it's what my master passed on! After I got the sword, I kept it close to me, for fear of losing it. It is precisely in this way, and somehow, that I was able to communicate with the master in the dream world, and the inner strength of the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", the Drifting Snow Sword Technique, the Cloud Piercing Sword Technique, and the 'Qingfeng Eighteen Styles' were all passed down by the master in the dream world. "What Azul said is so grotesque and wonderful, the other party may not believe it when he says it.

"Hahahaha, that's right! Hearing Li Wenchang's laughter, Azule was very calm, and his heart was full of doubts.