Ying Feiyang walked back to the table, and the teapot just sounded. The tea he had brewed earlier had already boiled. The old man stood up, took off the teapot, but poured the tea directly on the ground, saying: "I was distracted while making this pot.

, start over." After saying that, he left his misery behind and stared at the fire with all his concentration, returning to the image of an inconspicuous old man.

Ying Feiyang looked dumbfounded and said: "How can this old man be so serious about being a tea doctor with such a high swordsmanship?"

Qingku leisurely said: "It should be said that you are so serious that you can have such a high swordsmanship." Then asked Ying Feiyang, "How do you feel?"

"All the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Dao are indeed extraordinary." Although Ying Feiyang did not like Ren Jiuxiao, he had to admire his cultivation.

"I'm talking about you. Your last move was out of control and hurt someone. How do you feel now?"

While Ying Feiyang was surprised at Qing Ku's eyesight, he frowned and said, "I can't explain clearly. I feel that my Qi has grown much faster than before during these few days of practice, and I feel like I have traveled a thousand miles in a day. However, I can't just sit back and send and receive from my heart when fighting.

Often when you try your best, your true energy is out of control."

Qingku nodded and said, "It's true, your meridians were... tampered with by Hu Bugui. He used his true energy to widen your meridians."

Ying Feiyang clicked his tongue, "That sounds good. No wonder the practice has improved so much these days." But then he changed his mind and yelled, "No, how could Hu Bugui have such good intentions?"

Qingku shook his head and said: "Who knows what his intentions are, but this is not a good intention. The structure of the human body's meridians is so delicate, how can it be moved at will? Although your progress is accelerated, the growth of seedlings will inevitably lead to an unstable foundation. If you think

It's a small thing to take advantage of others and rush for success, it's a small thing to go crazy in the future, it's a big thing to lose control of your sword and hurt an important person by mistake." When he said this, a hint of sadness flashed in Qingku's eyes.

Ying Feiyang recalled that when he was sparring with Xie Lingyan a few days ago, he felt that he was not sure about the intensity. However, both parties did not try their best at that time, so Ying Feiyang did not pay attention. At this time, he couldn't help but feel scared and said: "Hu Bugui is really vicious enough.

, then what should I do.”

Qingku snorted and said: "That's why I want to take you back to Lingxiao Swordsmanship. As the saying goes, disease comes like a mountain falling, and disease goes away like a thread. Although yours is not a disease, the truth is similar. If you want to get rid of Hu Bugui Zang

The alien Qi in your body needs to be pulled out bit by bit with small and soft skills. This requires a person who not only cultivates profound skills, but also controls the Qi meticulously. I am in Lingxiao Sword Dao

I just happen to know such a person."

"Oh? Master has a wide network of contacts. I wonder who he is?" Ying Feiyang asked.

"Thank you girl, her master Shang Ying. When you meet her, you should call her aunt. By the way, I think about it carefully. I feel that this woman is more difficult to deal with than a crazy woman. Otherwise, you should be patient. The worst is to lose your life if you are crazy.

If you fall into the hands of this woman, it may be more painful than losing your life." Qingku said, wearing a gloating smile.

While the two were talking, the old man brought tea again. The clear yellow tea was poured into the bowl, bringing out a tangy and sweet fragrance. But after Ying Feiyang saw the power of the old man, how could he dare to treat him as an ordinary shopkeeper?

I gave up my seat and hid behind the master. The old man was not polite and sat down opposite Qingku generously.

Qingku took a sip of tea and praised: "Good tea, really good, but I don't know when you started running a tea shop?"

"No. I was just waiting for you here, but he came and asked me to serve food. Your apprentice came and asked me to pour tea, so I did it." The old man showed no expression and pointed at Liu Wentong, who was frightened on the spot.

De's face turned pale and he pointed at Ying Feiyang again. Ying Feiyang immediately shrank his head behind the master. He secretly cried in his heart: "You serve tea when I ask you to serve it. Where is your master's attitude?"

"Where is the original store?" "I don't know, he ran away."

"Then why is Old Man Kuzhu's stick here with you?" "He wanted to kill me, but he couldn't." The old man had lost all control of his martial arts at this time. When talking about things that had nothing to do with the sword, although he was slow to speak, he was still speaking.

He always answered every question, told everything he knew, and was surprisingly easy to talk to. Ying Feiyang thought to himself again, "It's really not my fault that I treat him like an ordinary store owner!"

The old man spoke very concisely. If he could answer with one word, he would not use the second word. After asking a few questions, he finally figured out the details of the matter. It turned out that this tea shop was a must-stop for Lingxiao Swordsmanship, but the original owner seemed to have left recently.

He went to seek refuge, but some scattered utensils were still left in the shop. The old man wanted to find Qingku, but he only knew the general direction and did not know the exact location of Qingku, so he stayed on the road he had to pass and waited.

Before the hardship came, he met the old man Kuzhu first. The old man Kuzhu was seriously injured. He originally wanted to eat human flesh and blood for nourishment, but he didn't know he had eyesight and couldn't see Taishan. He actually attacked the old man. As a result, he ended up in ashes with only the weapons he carried.

The remaining green bamboo stick was picked up and used as a fire stick. Then Liu Wentong and Ying Feiyang came. They couldn't see that the old man was not a mortal, so they just treated him as a shopkeeper and used him at will. But the old man really didn't care.

He became a shopkeeper without a temper, and it wasn't until a disciple of Chunqiu Jianque drew his sword against him that he revealed his extraordinary edge...

"You came to wait for me just to make tea for me?" Qingku asked again.

"The incident in Shuzhong has nothing to do with you. I made tea to confirm whether you are alive to drink it." When it came to business, the old man became arrogant and showed a bit of mastery.

Qingku blew his beard and said: "Ha, the promised time has not come yet, how can a poor man dare to die first?"

The old man nodded in agreement and said: "Everyone only dies once, and the opportunity is rare. If you die without improving the swordsmanship in the world, wouldn't you have wasted your amazing karma?"

"Okay, I know this life is precious and I will not take death lightly. You have waited for me and I drank the tea. Do you have anything else to do?"

"Nothing." The old man thought for a while, uttered one word, and actually got up and left, heading straight to the north.

"Haha." Qingku chuckled twice and said, "I thought you were looking for me from thousands of miles away, and I was just sighing. I didn't expect you to just follow the way. Looking at the direction you are going, do you want to make up your mind?"

"Yes." The old man paused and replied.

Qingku sighed and said: "There are various emotions in the world, and there are three thousand avenues. Love, hate, sorrow, happiness, anger, and anger can all be put into the sword. Why do you have to give them all away? Just like the tea you made before, without other accessories.

, leaving only tea and water, of course, the true taste of the tea can be seen, but the true taste is too pure and bitter!"

"There are three thousand ways, but for me there is only one way. There is only one sword in the sky and on the earth. It is the ultimate and pure, without thoughts and pursuits. Only when I sacrifice myself and keep the sword can I see the true meaning of the sword. You just used tea to describe things, but you don't know that I cooked it."

The tea was just waiting for your sword, and now that I’m waiting for it, I’ve forgotten how to make tea!”

After the old man finished speaking, he walked away without looking back, and in the blink of an eye he was nowhere to be seen again.

"Now that you've got the fish, why don't you forget about the sheng? You really have it, so let's put it this way, this tea is really delicious. Tianming, don't just stand there stupidly, come here and have a taste."

But when he saw that Ying Feiyang's eyes were confused and his mind was distracted, Qing Ku actually praised him in his heart: "This boy is really very understanding."

Hearing the call, Ying Feiyang asked: "Master, you were just talking about the art of swordsmanship with that old man again. Although I can tell the difference, I can't understand it."

Qing smiled bitterly and said: "If you don't understand, then just let yourself be confused. That is my swordsmanship, his swordsmanship, but it is not your swordsmanship."

At this moment, Zhang Zhibin and the three people who had been trembling on the side also came to the table. When they looked at Qing Qing again, their eyes were completely different. They asked respectfully: "Senior, is the person just now...?"

Qingku slowly poured the tea into the bowl. The green tea was rippling on his calm face, "Three thousand treasures of wealth can not be tempted, but a swordsman can shock the world and prove the Tao with martial arts. Who else can be there besides him? Today

How lucky you are to be able to see the sword light that has been shining for hundreds of years in martial arts!"

"It's...it's really him. It's really...it's him." The three of them were shocked, and their eyes shone with surprise, and they couldn't speak smoothly. Li Wentong, who was wielding the sword, was even more surprised.

He was so excited that his whole body trembled, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

The three of them suddenly knelt down, bowed devoutly towards the direction where the old man disappeared, and said in unison: "Watch the sword god's magical skills!"

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"Sword God! Sword God!" Not far away, there was also a person chanting this name, but his tone was not respectful at all, but rather reluctant and provocative.

"Is it just a sword god? Doesn't it scare you to death? What a shame?" Ren Jiuxiao rubbed the broken sword in his hand. The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the gaps between the trees and cast mottled tree shadows on the young man's energetic face, which made him look...

The young man's face was gloomy and uncertain.

"When I asked for the sword, I said that I would fight with the sword for a thousand battles, strive for the top, and open a new chapter for the swordsmanship in this world. Since you have the heart to follow me, you should start and end. Who would have thought that within two years, you would break on your own? Could it be that

Do you feel that you are a sword but not a human being, so you can take Xinnuo lightly?"

Ren Jiuxiao sneered and said: "Although Ren Jiuxiao is not old, he can live and die easily, but I don't expect to be equipped with a timid sword like you. Which one makes you lose without fighting? Which one makes you turn your back on the Lord and seek the enemy?"

?That made you stand out?—"

"-Who made you sacrifice your life to save me?" Ren Jiuxiao stroked the broken sword, the harder he stroked it, the more he stroked it, and he didn't even notice that it cut his palm. He let the blood water the sword body, dripping along the broken part.

The blade of the sword dripped onto the blades of grass.

"Ten years! You actually made a promise to me for ten years! I really don't know how low you want to underestimate me?"

Ren Jiuxiao grinned, revealing his strong white teeth, which were even more clear in black and white under the shadow of the tree. "In less than seven years, I will make the Sword God kneel in front of you and wash away today's humiliation for you! And before that,

Since you are my sword, how can you decide your life and death? Even if your bones are broken and your soul is scattered, you still have to give me another edge!"

Ren Jiuxiao stood up straight, pointing the broken sword straight into the distance. The blood-stained blade made his eyes red, and there seemed to be crystal light flashing in his eye sockets.

"Wait, wait for me to pull you down from the top of the swordsman's peak, Sword God - Yu Wenfeng!"

ps: Drinking tea is a powerful tool in martial arts and fairy tales. Characters from the Qin, Han and Jin Dynasties often sit and drink together. But in fact, before the mid-Tang Dynasty, tea drinking was not really popular. Even if someone drank it, it was just like in the article.

, take tea leaves and cook them together with butter, jujubes, green onions, ginger, orange peel, mint, etc. Therefore, the tea brewed by the Sword God for the first time in the article may be more in line with modern people's tastes.
Chapter completed!