This voice really startled Xu Ming. He didn't even realize that there was anyone else in this small cave.

He turned around and looked over, only to see that he was a very shabby old man. He looked to be in his sixties, and his skin was wrinkled and dark, probably due to exposure to the sun and wind.

The old man carried a book box on his back and walked out from the depths and sat across from him. Although he looked a little ragged, for some reason, Xu Ming still felt that he was a scholar in his heart.

During the Wei Dynasty, the country was peaceful and the people were at peace. Although Taoist sects were popular nowadays, in fact, if you wanted to be an official and pursue an official career, you still had to study to gain fame.

The general trend of a country is in the hands and firmly controlled by these scholars. Even whether Taoism or Buddhism is prevalent in this era is decided by them, and their status is naturally self-evident.

The three religions, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, in the final analysis, the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is just a fight for second place.

"What are you looking at me for?" The white-haired old man, who looked like a scholar, glared.

Xu Ming came back to his senses and looked up and down for a long time.

The old Confucian scholar's clothes were in tatters, and the straw sandal under his feet was almost reaching its limit, and it looked like he had nothing on at all.

Of course, Xu Ming did not judge people by their appearance. After confirming that the other party had no ill intentions towards him, he cupped his hands and said in a very arrogant manner: "I'm sorry, I was a little surprised just now. I can still see a scholar as energetic as an old senior in a place like this." .I can’t help but want to take a few more glances.”

Scholar?

As soon as he heard this word, the old man laughed heartily without any warning. After restraining his smile, he said seriously: "Do you know the meaning of these three words?"

Xu Ming was stunned for a moment and scratched his head. He wanted to say that a scholar is not a person who studies? But after thinking about it, he decided not to say it. In the end, he could only shake his head.

"I thought you were going to say that a scholar is a person who studies. Well, your answer is better." The old Confucian scholar thought for a while and affirmed.

Xu Ming always felt that the guy in front of him was a little strange. How could anyone talk like this? How could he answer even if he didn't say anything?

The old Confucian scholar looked at the mountains and rivers outside and thought: "What is a scholar? Hey, I have to think about it."

These words left Xu Ming speechless. He was carrying a book box and still didn’t know what a scholar was?

The poor old Confucian scholar suddenly laughed and said: "It is natural for a scholar to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. If he cannot even do this, he is not a scholar at all."

Xu Ming didn't speak, just listened to the old man murmuring to himself, as if he was talking to him, but also to himself.

"Do you want to read my landscape travel notes?" The old Confucian scholar turned his head to look at Xu Ming and asked with some expectancy.

Xu Ming wanted to see it, but he held it back, shook his head and refused: "No, the wind and snow have subsided a lot now, I still have to go on the road."

"But what the senior said just now is very good, and I think it makes sense."

Although Xu Ming looked serious when he said this, everyone could see that this was something he said without conscience, and he could not do anything about it.

It's just that the old Confucian scholar has never cared about these things, and he is a little regretful: "Forget it if you don't read it. Maybe you will read it in the future, and many people will."

Xu Ming immediately heard the implication. It seemed that he wanted to promote his travelogue?

Indeed, throughout the ages, many literary figures in history have traveled thousands of miles and adapted what they saw and heard into a book.

Some of these books have become masterpieces handed down from generation to generation and are still sought after by countless people for hundreds of years.

Xu Ming really has no interest in reading, but this does not mean that he does not respect scholars.

On the contrary, the Wei Dynasty was able to exist today and for hundreds of years precisely because of the teachings of these Confucian disciples.

In contrast, Beimang was not so lucky, and many people in the Central Plains still call them Beimang barbarians, thinking that they are barbaric.

Xu Ming thought for a while and suddenly grinned: "I hope that senior can keep going. If we meet again in the future, even if senior changes his mind and doesn't want to show me, I will hold my thighs, runny nose and tears, and beg to see them."

Eyes."

The old Confucian scholar nodded, showing no emotion, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Maybe it's because I'm old and my body is not strong anymore, so even though the wind and snow are much lighter now, I still don't want to take this risk.

After all, people get older when they are away from home. If they get sick, they are desperate.

This is just an ordinary scholar, but it seems that he has come a long way to become what he is now.

Xu Ming put on his bamboo hat and set off again.

The few words exchanged between the two people did not last long, and they were not even a chance meeting.

Xu Ming has a free and easy personality and can think broadly about anything, so after being blown by the cold wind while walking on the road, he forgot about this matter.

The heavy snow that had been falling for a long time finally stopped at night, but this last stage was the most uncomfortable.

During the snow melt period, the temperature on the ground will become so low that Xu Ming, who is in the wild, has to take out a second piece of clothing and put it on himself to keep himself warm.

At night, Xu Ming found a relatively dry place. After a lot of effort, he found some dry firewood and started a small flame.

Xu Ming squatted next to the fire ball, holding his sword across his knees. He was in a daze, and the firelight shone, illuminating his face.

Xu Ming's appearance is very outstanding, and men like Xie Fengshan are certainly a bit more outstanding than him. He is the type who has no shortage of women to look up to him wherever he goes.

But he wasn't much different, it was just that he had been walking outside these days and was exposed to the sun a lot, so his facial complexion became a little darker, which invisibly lowered his appearance a bit.

After handing the sword to Qin Heng that day, Xu Ming realized that it was never a wise move to hide the Heavenly Sword in the snow.

To protect a sword and fear of losing it again, the solution is not to hide the sword, but to make yourself stronger.

What the former did was nothing more than deceiving others.

It was precisely after Xu Ming understood this that he achieved the level of cultivation that is now infinitely close to the late stage of Qi Nourishing Realm.

This is also the reason why I was able to beat Liu Dongyi by a slight margin today.

Xiangtian Sword has never been a small jade that can only be hidden in the boudoir, but a handsome sword that is known all over the city.

The heart of the sword is clear.

Xu Ming began to recall today's deadly battle to see if he could gain anything.

"It's so haunting. I mean, aren't you tired of chasing me?"

Xu Ming sighed softly and stood up slowly, turning his head to look in another direction.

In the night, the faint fire seemed to be swaying, and two big men holding heavy knives slowly walked out of the darkness.

Qin Heng.

Liu Dongyi.

The two men joined forces, and now Xu Ming couldn't stop them. The only option was to run away.

"I was just wondering why you are so arrogant when we meet again, and you don't have the slightest sense of defeat. It turns out that you have already reached the late stage of Qi-nurturing realm."

Qin Heng raised his head slightly and coldly snorted: "You are about the same."

"What nonsense are you talking to him about?" Liu Dongyi suddenly rushed forward and slashed with his sword: "The road I sent you to go is not over yet!"

Xu Ming took small steps and floated backwards like a dragonfly touching water. The sword was so heavy that the weak fire was suddenly extinguished and the surrounding area fell into darkness.

Liu Dongyi rushed forward, taking advantage of the victory to pursue him. In his perception, the swordsman in blue shirt had nowhere to escape.

This time, Qin Heng did not ask his uncle to leave him to fight alone, but followed closely behind him.

His figure is hidden in the dark night, waiting for opportunities to move.

As long as Xu Ming can be killed with his own hands, the result will be the same. At least he can convince himself that he has passed his level.

The two of them had already discussed that Xu Ming could only be killed by Qin Heng, otherwise what was the point of all the effort?

For Feng Wulang, who can't die anymore? Even if he wants to kill, he still has to wait for the order from the sect master himself.

The reason why the two of them made their own decisions was mainly to allow Qin Heng to pass his own level.

Qin Heng's state of mind will make further progress in the future. Let alone the Chongqiao Realm and the Cave Mansion Realm in the future, given enough opportunities, it is not impossible to reach the Danqing Realm!

If that day comes, the Jingdaomen Jianghu becomes stronger than ever before, and everything in Liudao Villa will be based on their expressions!

Therefore, the importance of Qin Heng can be imagined, and Liu Dongyi was willing to personally accompany him on the trip.
Chapter completed!