The two city lords of Xueyue City, who are famous all over the world, just talked about each other. Li Hanyi, who didn't talk much in the first place, soon stopped talking, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes and cultivated his energy. Sikong Chang

Feng had no intention of leaving. He drank the tea slowly. As he drank, he suddenly sniffed: "It smells so good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps. Lei Wujie pushed the door open and entered. Looking at the scene in the room, he was slightly startled: "Third Master, you are here too."

At this time, Lei Wujie was holding the Tingyu sword that could not be pulled out in his left hand, and in his right hand was a long wooden stick with roasted golden roast chicken on it, which was emitting an alluring aroma.

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"Wu Jie, what are you..." Sikong Changfeng swallowed.

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "I got hungry from my sword practice, so I went to the mountains to catch a pheasant. I wanted to eat it after it was roasted, but I thought that Master hadn't eaten yet, so I thought about letting Master eat first. But...

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Li Hanyi's face was cold, and the iron horse Binghe placed on the table trembled slightly, as if he was planning to draw his sword and kill this useless apprentice.

Sikong Changfeng had a smile on his face and followed Lei Wujie's words: "Just?"

Lei Wujie smiled sheepishly: "It's just that the Third Master is here too. I'm afraid this pheasant won't be enough for three people."

Sikong Changfeng stood up and took the pheasant from Lei Wujie's hand: "I'm afraid your master won't like it..."

But just as he took it, he felt a sword energy attack. Sikong Changfeng took a step back, and the roast chicken in his hand was instantly cut into two halves. Li Hanyi stretched out his hand and cut the roast chicken with a wooden stick stuck in it.

The chicken was snatched away, but the remaining half fell down. Lei Wujie, with quick eyes and quick hands, hurriedly stretched out the Tingyu Sword in his left hand and caught the other half of the roasted chicken.

Li Hanyi sneered: "I didn't expect Tingyu Sword to be so useful."

"It's a pity that there's meat but no wine. Your master never lets anyone see him eating. Let's go out. There's a jar of wine I buried outside the thatched cottage. You can roast a chicken and we'll drink together." Sikong Chang said

Feng walked away from Lei Wujie and patted him on the shoulder. Lei Wujie hurriedly followed.

At this time, it was already dusk. Lei Wujie caught another pheasant from the mountain and lit a fire next to it to roast it. Sikong Changfeng actually dug out a jug of wine from the soil and opened it.

He felt the aroma of wine overflowing, and Lei Wujie sniffed sharply: "Good wine."

"The sword rides on the wind to slay demons. There is wine and joy in the world. Without wine, I will be drunk. I drink up the rivers in one drink. I drink the sun and the moon again. I can't get drunk from a thousand cups. I am the wine swordsman. No Jie, you.

Have you heard of this poem?" Sikong Changfeng poured two bowls and asked.

"Of course I've heard of it." Lei Wujie said with fascination as he rotated the grill, "It's a poem written by Situ Zhong, the wine and swordsman of Shushan for three hundred years."

"Now Shushan has become a legend, and the wine sword fairy has died of old age. But the sword spirit in the wine still remains in the world, which is really fascinating." Sikong Changfeng touched the wine glass lightly, and the wine glass flew out and floated.

In the hands of Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie took the wine glass and thanked him.

Sikong Changfeng swung his wine glass and suddenly asked: "Lei Wujie, what do you imagine the world to be like?"

Lei Wujie thought for a while and said: "The young man is drinking wine, and the flowers are angry with the horse. In front of the flowers and under the moon, they sing to the wine."

"Jianghu is not like this." Sikong Changfeng drank a glass of wine, "Jianghu is just like the court, there is only endless ambition."

"Everyone has a different world, and the world I want is like that." Lei Wujie said firmly.

Sikong Changfeng took a sip of wine: "While talking and laughing about Hongtu Hegemony, I can't bear to be drunk in life. It's really good wine. Wu Jie, don't blame Han Yi. He hopes you understand the reason for drawing the sword. Only if you know why you draw the sword, can you

Truly control your own sword."

Lei Wujie smiled, picked up the roast chicken and put it on the table before sitting down: "Of course I don't blame the master. The master is the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, and his words are always right."

"I heard from Xiao Se that Monk Wu Xin once said that you were born with an exquisite heart and were not disturbed by the mortal world. It seems to be true. By the way, do you know that there are five swordsmen in the world, who are called sword immortals? Who are they?

"?" Sikong Changfeng asked.

Lei Wujie nodded: "Of course I know. Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, Solitary Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, Taoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen, Wrath Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian, Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan."

"Of these five sword immortals, who do you think has the highest level?" Sikong Changfeng asked a question that was difficult to answer.

Lei Wujie didn't know how to answer for a while.

"It doesn't matter, but it doesn't matter."

Lei Wujie thought for a while and then answered: "Luo Qingyang."

Sikong Changfeng laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha. Indeed! Of the four cities in the world, Tianqi Muliang, Xue Yue Wushuang. The Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang occupies a city by himself. It is indeed unparalleled. If you ask me, I also

I think he is the strongest. But your master is not convinced. He has been looking forward to the day he will fight Luo Qingyang. Therefore, this Xueyue Sword Immortal is the most diligent swordsman in the entire Xueyue City."

As soon as Sikong Changfeng finished speaking, Li Hanyi walked out of the thatched cottage, jumped up, and swept towards the top of the mountain.

"Let's go and show you how Xue Yue Sword Immortal practices sword practice." Sikong Changfeng drank all the wine in his glass and pulled Lei Wujie to follow him.

Li Hanyi didn't look back all the way. It is said that mountains have four seasons, and Lei Wujie finally realized it. When he reached the top of the mountain, he only felt the cold wind and the cold wind. It was much colder than when he ran wildly in the snowy night for three months.

But Li Hanyi didn't realize it. He stood on the top of the mountain, holding the famous sword Iron Horse Binghe, closing his eyes and meditating, and the cold long wind blew his white clothes.

"Is this going to..." Lei Wujie's eyes widened.

"You take a good look." Sikong Changfeng said with a smile.

Li Hanyi suddenly jumped up and jumped between two cliffs. He was floating in the air with his sword, like an immortal. Suddenly he swung his sword violently, and the strong wind in the snowy ridge howled in an instant, blowing away thunder and lightning.

Jie could hardly stand.

"Get up!" Li Hanyi waved his sword and pointed to the sky. The strong wind in the snowy ridge seemed to be rising towards the sky, and the snow on the top of the mountain fell one after another. Li Hanyi stepped up the snow step by step, and he

Holding the sword in his hand again, the sword, which was almost filled with the strong wind of the mountain, turned with all his strength.

"I understand!" Lei Wujie suddenly realized. He finally understood what Li Hanyi wanted to do. Li Hanyi wanted to use the power of his sword to reverse the violent wind between the snowy mountains.

But is this really something that can be achieved with martial arts?

Li Hanyi's sword was only halfway out before stopping. As soon as the sword power stopped, the strong wind in the mountain turned back again, and layers of snow hit Li Hanyi head-on. Li Hanyi hurriedly put it away.

He took the sword in his hand, jumped up, and stood back on the top of the mountain again, sheathed the sword, frowning and saying nothing.

The strong wind among the snowy ridges is still howling.

Sikong Changfeng sighed: "This is the last level of the Zhishui Sword Technique practiced by your master, the Way of Heaven. When he masters this sword, he will go down the mountain to Muliang City. It's just..."

"Just what?" Lei Wujie asked.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "Nothing."

While the two were talking, Li Hanyi's figure standing on the top of the mountain had disappeared.

Sikong Changfeng sighed and patted Lei Wujie's shoulder gently: "I think whether your master can master the water-stopping sword technique depends on you."
Chapter completed!