Fan Dache still failed to break through the bottleneck of Longmen Realm and become a Golden Alchemist.
No matter how much alcohol Fan Dache drank, he still invited him to treat guests every time, but he still failed to develop the face of the second shopkeeper. He felt guilty and felt sorry for the Ning Mansion's martial arts arena and the puppets of Fatty Yan's family who helped practice swordsmanship, so every time
When having a drink, Fan Dache is always the one to entertain guests. It doesn't matter, even if Fan Dache is not at the table, as long as the money is there. At Diezhang Wine Shop, all the drinking is on Fan Dache's account, and among them, Dong draws the talisman the most. Fan Dache
He was confused at first, how could the shop get credit? After asking, he found out that it was Chen Sanqiu who had taken the initiative to help him put a small summer coin in the wine shop. When Fan Dache asked how much of the small summer coin was left, it was okay not to ask.
, this question brought out the reason why he was so sad, he kept doing nothing, and rarely asked for a few bottles of Qingshenshan wine, so he drank it very drunk.
Two young men of the same age who became long-time workers in a liquor store, Zhang Jiazhen from Lingxi Lane and Jiang Qu from Coili Lane, have now become friends who talk to each other about everything. They talk about their dreams in private, which are not big.
The storyteller on the bench appears less and less often, and the storyteller tells less and less landscape stories.
The kid with the pottery pot and private money, the kid whose father helped make Yangchun noodles at the wine shop, felt that it was not a good idea to continue like this. The story was not good to listen to, but it was a story after all. If it didn't work, he spent time with the storyteller.
Money buys stories. Is one copper coin enough? Now that my father has earned a lot of money, I will throw him three or two coins every now and then. In another year at most, Feng Kangle’s clay pot will soon be no longer able to live in it, so he is rich and courageous.
Feng Kangle held the clay pot, mustered up the courage, and secretly ran to Ningfu Street alone, which he had never been to before. He just wandered around for a long time without daring to knock on the door. The door was too big and the child was too small. Feng Kangle
I always feel like I knock on the door so hard that no one inside can hear me.
When the storyteller sat on the bench, the child who was the first to greet and talk to the second shopkeeper was not afraid at all. However, when the storyteller was hiding behind the high wall of Ning Mansion, the child became afraid, so he squatted under the wall to bask in the sun.
After half a day of sunshine, before dark, we left from Qingshi Street, which can be used as a mirror. The child secretly twisted his ankle, and the soles of his shoes would squeak. After walking for a while, he would play once. He did not dare to play more, for fear of disturbing someone.
She was beaten. When she walked all the way to the yellow dirt road in her own alley, she no longer had this fun. If she stepped on her shoes and soiled them, her father would not care, but her mother would. Spreading her buttocks was so fun. Many times, her mother would spank her, and she would
When I started crying, my father would always squat at the door and be silent. The child was most aggrieved at that time, and it was him who hurt him. What was going on with his parents? How could adults like his parents be so inferior to those who had never grown up?
My child, you are still unreasonable.
Feng Kangle returned to his alley, where there were many eagerly awaited children, all looking forward to hearing those free stories that happened in distant places again tomorrow.
Feng Kangle had no choice but to say that he was cowardly. He only saw the door but not the storyteller, so he muttered a few words of apology to the storyteller in his heart, and then he felt sad and said that the second shopkeeper was too stingy and disliked him.
There was too little money in the jar, and now I am no longer willing to tell stories. This guy is obsessed with money and has no conscience. The children followed Feng Kangle in scolding him. By the end of the scolding, the children were less angry and more regretful.
After all, the last story has not been finished yet. It talks about the mountain god who forcibly married someone, and the scholar beat the drum to complain about the grievances in the City God's Pavilion. How about finishing this story? Did the scholar save the poor girl he loved? Your second shopkeeper really
Aren't you afraid that the scholar will keep beating the drum and break the big drum at the gate of the City God's house?
The little girl who is not very good-looking, but always brings plenty of melon seeds, is the most disappointed because after Mr. Storyteller rubbed her melon seeds too many times, now she becomes the daughter-in-law who rides in a sedan chair when playing house.
, Feng Kangle and the others built a shelf with their hands, and she sat on it and swayed. However, after the storyteller appeared for a long time without carrying a bench and a bamboo branch, she became the same woman that Feng Kangle and the others liked again. As for herself, she had to be
A maid was brought up as a dowry girl.
What's more, Mr. Storyteller secretly promised him that he would have a snowball fight with her next time it snows. Why didn't he just say it and it didn't count? After a lot of effort, he asked his parents to buy more melon seeds. He was reluctant to eat them and kept them for the New Year.
Okay, but here in my hometown, it seems that the Chinese New Year is not the same as the Chinese New Year. It is not the hometown that the storyteller said. It is so lively. Children can wear new clothes, receive red envelopes from their parents and elders, every household puts up Spring Festival couplets for door gods, and cooks a lot.
A table full of New Year’s Eve dinner.
But every time after telling a story or a short story, the second shopkeeper who likes to tell scary stories about mountains, rivers, gods and monsters, but he himself is not scary at all, will also say words that are destined to be ignored by no one at that time, words other than the story.
, for example, I can talk about the good things about the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I can drink with a bunch of sword immortals. When I turn my head, the sword immortals are eating the Yangchun noodles and pickles. It is rare. It can be found anywhere in the world.
I can't see these scenes, no matter how much money I spend, I can't do it. Then I say that of all the places I pass by in the world, no matter whether it is better or worse than my hometown, there will always be only one hometown, and it is the place that reminds people the most. Unfortunately, story 1
After finishing speaking, the birds and beasts dispersed. No one wanted to hear this.
These are the most trivial and trivial things in the world. The alley where the children live is too small and cannot accommodate too many. Just a few big winds and rains will disappear when the rain hits or the wind blows.
Children can't remember it themselves, let alone others.
After all, it's not the story of the storyteller on the bench. Even the mountain spirit-water monster who carries the mountain god's sedan chair has to be made up with a name. Let's talk about the clothes and dressing up to give him some opportunities to show his face. Even the winter pickles are.
What is the origin, what is the crunch, you have to tell me one, two, three, four, which will make the children greedy. After all, the Chinese New Year is not celebrated here at the Jianqi Great Wall, but everyone still has to live through the freezing sky and freezing ground.
It’s winter for hands and feet.
The Sword Qi Great Wall is next to the wild world. On the other side of the city, there are layers of clouds under the feet, like the stairs built by a drunken craftsman. The words and deeds of the sword immortals here are almost all important events. Of course, like the female sword immortal
Zhou Cheng has been living like this for thousands of years, Mi Yu sleeps soundly on Yunxia's big bed day and night, and Zhao Gezhen and Cheng Quan, two enemies, spitting at each other after drinking, is really not a big deal.
Many sects of sword cultivators, including the Taihui Sword Sect, are already preparing to withdraw from the Great Wall of Sword Qi in batches. Chen, Dong, and Qi, among others, have no objections to this from the Sword Qi Great Wall surnames and old swordsmen. After all, they have nothing to do with the Sword Qi Great Wall.
It was enough for the local swordsmen to fight side by side in one war, but the recent two wars were too close, which delayed the foreigners from returning to their hometowns.
Someone once said with a smile that the relationship accumulated with the sword fairy of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the most worthless relationship in the world. Don’t take it seriously. Whoever takes it seriously is a fool. But the scoundrel who said such nonsense is actually the demon-slayer.
It may not be the most, but it is definitely the "biggest" one. If that big monster is not powerful enough, how can it carve the latest big character on the city head?
However, the most numerous foreign sword cultivators in Beiju Luzhou have not all returned to their hometown in Haoran Tianxia. For example, Han Huaizi, the leader of the Taihui Sword Sect, stayed at the Great Sword Qi Wall, and the other Beiju Luzhou sword cultivators are no exception.
, those who left were all young people, and those who stayed behind were all old people with high realms. Of course, there were also those who rushed here alone, such as Duckweed Jianhu Licai, Nanposuozhou Sword Immortal Yuan Qingshu. In addition to the Sword Immortal, many came from Jiujiu.
There are also many Earth Immortal Sword Cultivators from different sects in the continent left behind.
Fortunately, the Diezhang Liquor Shop has grown bigger and bigger, taking over the two shops next door and creating two more walls specifically for hanging the "Nothing" sign.
That's why the sword cultivators, mainly from Beiju Luzhou, especially the disciples of the Taihui Sword Sect, wrote their names and words at the wine shop. When these people went to drink there, they often got together and fought two battles side by side.
The local swordsmen who fought against each other in the war, so this group of people started a new trend. On the front and back of a Wushi card, there are pairs of foreign swordsmen and local swordsmen who are friends with each other in life and death, each writing Wushi cards.
On the one hand, some are polite words, some are curse words, some are just drunken crazy words, and some are directly taken from the Jianjian Immortal Seal Book and the folding fan, everything is strange.
Among them was a Wushi tablet. The young Jindan sword cultivator from Fuyao Continent, who was the direct descendant of the sect master, engraved his name on the front, and also wrote: "I have seen the Wushi tablet all over, and I boldly say that I, the world-famous sword cultivator, will
, So what if the swordsmanship is not as good as the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but the handwriting is much better!"
On the back was the name and words of a Yuan Ying Sword Cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The name was fairly well written, but the rest of the text on the Wu Shi plate was immediately exposed, and was carved crookedly.
Yes, and if the second shopkeeper doesn’t know how to sell wine, give us a dozen from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, no amount is too much.”
The left and right were talking to Wei Jin about some swordsmanship experiences. After the boss swordsman appeared, Wei Jin was about to say goodbye and leave.
Chen Qingdu waved his hand, "Just stay. In my eyes, your swordsmanship is about the same."
Wei Jin smiled bitterly.
Boss Sword Immortal, if you want to let the seniors around you feel relieved again, don't drag the juniors with you.
Chen Qingdu got straight to the point and said: "Actually, I have something to ask for. It's not right to say it's a request. One is your husband's order, and the other is my expectation. It's up to you whether you listen or not. After I obey you, you can follow me again.
sword."
Wei and Jin were helpless.
This means there is no room for discussion, at least for me. It’s hard to say for the time being how the seniors will decide.
Zuo Zuo asked: "Why didn't you tell me, sir?"
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "Sir, what else did you say when you said something that the disciples would not listen to? I listened to you, and the most reasonable old scholar in the world ended up in vain?"
Zuo Zuo said: "It is indeed me, the student, who worries you."
As long as you say good things about your husband, then it will work on both sides. The only thing that works is the most effective.
Chen Qing turned to Wei Jin and said, "Wei Jin, I advise you now, but you may not be willing to do so, so you can wait for another battle before listening to me and leaving the Sword Qi Great Wall. Then there will be three places for me to You choose, Nan Posuo Continent, Fuyao Continent, Jinjia Continent, just think of it as a trip to the mountains and rivers. Aquarius Continent Fengxue Temple Wei and Jin Dynasty should not just be a heartbroken infatuated species. Besides, where is it? Being sad is not sad, there is no need to stay in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, it is too far away, and the girl I like cannot be seen."
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "I'm so rude to you because your swordsmanship is lower than that of Zuo You. So when you leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the future, remember to practice your sword well. Once your sword skills are high, you can catch up with Zuo Zuo. I'll do it next time." I will only worry a lot."
Wei Jin smiled bitterly and said: "Boss Sword Immortal, is this all you can do?"
Chen Qingdu raised his chin and said, "What do you want me to do? I want to ask you for your sword."
Wei and Jin were even more helpless.
When Wei and Jin left this time, the boss Jianxian did not stay.
Only two with good swordsmanship were left.
Chen Qingdu said: "Your junior brother did not agree to light the longevity lamp, but he made a small deal with me. In the future, he will go to the battlefield and save him once, or save the person he wants to save once."
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "You are so afraid of death, but suddenly you are not afraid of death anymore. You, a man of few words, actually said so much. What on earth do you disciples of the literary saint lineage think?"
Zuo Zuo said: "If you want to know, it's actually simple."
Naturally, you must first become a disciple of our literary sage.
Chen Qingdu said with a smile: "I advise you not to say it. Those nephews of yours are still on the Sword Qi Great Wall. The uncle they thought was invincible in the world ended up being beaten to a black and blue face. It's outrageous."
It's not that Zuo Zuo didn't mind the words of the boss swordsman, but at the moment he was more concerned about a bigger matter and asked: "What will happen if he comes?"
Chen Qingdu put one hand behind his back, stroked his head with the other, and smoothed the hair on the back of his head, "The door is open, and guests have been entertained for thousands of years. When a sword fairy fights an enemy, he will only dislike the big demon because he is not big enough. Don't you understand this?"
He nodded his head left and right and said, "That makes sense."
Chen Qingdu joked: "Hey, you finally want to draw a sword for yourself?"
Zuo Zuo said: "In the lineage of literary saints, we only talk about reason and don't brag. As a senior brother and uncle, I will let my fellow disciples know that Haoran is the best swordsman in the world. This is not an exaggeration. This evaluation is still low."
Chen Qingdu laughed and said: "Do you want it to be higher? How tall? Stand on your heels and stretch your neck to reach my shoulders?"
He said to the left and right: "Chen Qingdu, isolate the world and fight."
Chen Qingdu put his hands behind his back and left.
Close your eyes again to rest your mind, and warm up your sword intent.
In the next big battle, it is best to use all your strength with your sword.
Very far away.
The woman Zhou Cheng was still playing on the swing, humming an obscure folk song from elsewhere.
It was taught to her by a young man from a foreign land many, many years ago when she was still a young girl. He didn't really teach her. He just liked to sit not far from the swing and hum to himself. Her I didn’t think it sounded good, let alone learn it. It’s not enough to practice swordsmanship, so I have to learn these fancy things.
Later, Zhou Cheng heard about Yamazawa Yexiu for the first time. He also said that the reason why he came here was to take a look at his hometown in his heart. He didn't have any emotions, he just wanted to take a look.
Great Sword Fairy Lu Zhi walked to the swing, stretched out his hand to hold a rope, and shook it gently.
Zhou Cheng did not turn around and asked softly: "Sister Lu, some people say that they want to come and see the hometown in their hearts, even if they risk their lives. Why don't you go and see the hometown in your mind? You won't die, let alone save up.
With so many military exploits, the boss Sword Immortal has promised you a long time ago that if you have enough military exploits, he will not stop you."
Lu Zhi is a slender woman with a slight skinny face, her cheeks are slightly sunken, but her skin is fair and her forehead is bright, especially bright, like the moonlight that retains year after year.
Her appearance is not very beautiful, but she is very powerful. She stands quietly next to the swing, just like the left and right woman who does not hold back her sword energy.
Lu Zhi shook his head and said: "The reason why we have such an agreement is to find some ideas for myself other than practicing swordsmanship. If you can do it, you don't necessarily have to do it."
Zhou Cheng stopped talking.
Lu Zhi gently swung the swing and said, "After we can go to Daoxuan Mountain in an open and honest manner, that idea will be over. My current idea is to go to the south, to two very far places, where I can drink my horse and drag it down the river, and drag my sword to the Yue Mountain."
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Zhou Cheng turned around and smiled: "That guy who can't spit out ivory from his dog's mouth? Do you like him?"
Lu Zhi shook her head, "If you're not a woman, you must like men. I don't like who I like, I only like myself who doesn't like anyone."
Zhou Cheng smiled and said, "Sister Lu, you really sound like someone from Haoran Tianxia."
"Zhou Cheng, what will you do if the swing disappears one day?"
"Everyone is dead, so we don't care anymore."
"Is it okay to like someone?"
"It's not like I really like him that much. Anyway, there's nothing left. I'm the only one left in the school, so what else can I think about. Sister Lu is very talented, so she can have the idea to do it. I can't do it. It's useless to think about it, so I
Don’t think about it.”
Lu Zhi looked to the south and said with an indifferent expression: "There are more than one or two sword immortals who can only wait for death. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Zhou Cheng didn't speak or smile.
The Sword Immortal Li Cai of Luzhou in Beiju is a master who refuses to give up. Today he is asking Taihui Sword Sect Han Huaizi to ask about swords. Tomorrow he will ask other swordsmen to ask about swords. If he fails to ask swordsmen, he will bully Yuan Yuan.
Yingjianxiu, you are shouting that you can't beat me, a girl. Not only that, but you don't even dare to fight. How can you still be considered a master? Yuanyingjianxiu is often angry. After losing, he goes to call his friends.
Calling friends, in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, who doesn’t have a sword immortal friend? After asking the sword immortal to come out of the mountain, it’s better if Li Cai wins. If someone else asks for the sword, if he loses, he will go to the Yuan Ying sword cultivator again.
After two meetings, the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator was crying and his friend the Sword Immortal no longer wanted to see him, so he told Li Cai that he could not always catch him to death even if he was gathering wool, so he secretly helped Li Cai introduce him to him.
I met another Nascent Soul and said that I was looking for that guy. That guy had more Sword Immortal friends.
Li Cai fell in love with Jianqi Great Wall from the bottom of his heart.
There are endless fights, and you don't have to worry about whether you win or lose. It's much better than Beiju Luzhou, which is tied up and talks about human kindness and love.
Li Cai almost wanted to find a random man to marry and just stay here and never go back.
Just when I have this thought, I feel a little sorry for Jiang Shangzhen, but then I think about it, a man like Jiang Shangzhen will never like a woman exclusively in his life, what do you like him for? Isn't he cheating on himself? But the female Sword Immortal is sitting here
On top of the city, or while recuperating at Wanheju Mansion, he thought about everything and couldn't help but like it. This made Li Cai so worried that he wanted to drink himself to death.
Wanheju, where Li Cai lived temporarily, was not far from the Taihui Jianzong Jiazhangku, which had become a private residence, and even closer to the Tingyun Pavilion, whose main building was entirely carved from jasper.
Li Cai sent a letter to Jiang Shangzhen, asking him to pay for it. Worried that Jiang Shangzhen would not be willing to pay, he doubled the price in the letter.
There was a skinny old man with a rosy nose and a wine flask. He rarely left his residence and staggered on the top of the city to look at the scenery. He didn't come here often because the wind was too strong.
Passing by the Jade Pu Realm sword cultivator who was dragging his sword away with an extremely long sword. The city was too wide and the two sides were actually far apart. However, Wu Chengpei, who was originally absent-minded, suddenly turned his head and stared at the old man with eyes filled with tears.
Hong yelled angrily: "Get away, old beast!"
The old man was nicknamed Lao Deafer in the Great Sword Qi Wall. The nickname was not impressive at all, but he was actually one of the top ten people on the Great Sword Qi Wall, not to mention that the old man's ranking was still ahead of Nalan Shaowei and Lu Zhi.
To put it bluntly, in the Great Sword Wall where everyone can have a bad temper, just by Wu Chengpei's extremely offensive words, the old man can draw his sword, and whoever stops him will suffer together.
It's just that the old deaf boy really looked like a deaf person. Not only did he not say anything, he actually quickened his pace and disappeared like a cloud of smoke.
Wu Chengpei then continued to walk away with his head lowered.
The old deaf child walked around, some said hello, some turned a blind eye, and the old man didn't say anything.
It was only when he reached the monk that he stood still and said hoarsely: "Tell me more about Buddhism. Anyway, I can't hear you."
The monk who was already sitting at the very end of the city started talking about some Buddhist teachings.
Outside the monk's futon, there is a vast white mist. Occasionally, a golden light suddenly lights up and then dissipates. It is the mysterious scene after the long river of time is blocked by invisible objects and splashes with water.
The monk stretched out his hand like a squirt of water, but still delayed the golden light by the slightest, and then retracted his hand, which was regarded as a futile effort.
The old deaf boy then went to the Confucian saint who was once a Buddhist disciple. It was located at the other end of the city. The old man said similar words, and the Confucian saint also said something. The old deaf boy nodded and went again.
Find the old Taoist in the sea of clouds who is very high up. He is the eldest disciple of the eldest disciple of the Taoist ancestor. After the old Taoist said something, the old deaf man left the city and went to the tower where he was responsible for suppressing the numbers.
A thousand-year-old prison. This prison has no name. It's strange that the higher the level of the monster, the closer it is to the ground. When the old deaf boy passes by the prisons, the curses and sarcasms are all heard.
He couldn't hear it. As for the angry sound of the big demon, which caused the whole prison to tremble, the old man ignored it. The rickety old man didn't even raise his head, so he couldn't see those unforgettable eyes of hatred. Finally, he went to the bottom floor to see those low-level monsters.
, teach swordsmanship, it doesn’t matter whether you learn or not, you will all die anyway, die early and die later, which one is luckier? It’s hard to say.
The boss Sword Immortal had told him something before. On the day when he needed to go to the city to fight, in addition to the three golden elixir lives he had earned through his merits, according to the agreement, he could stay. Just don't forget to kill all the people in the prison.
If you don't listen to this sentence, you will really be deaf. How can a dead Ascension Realm demon not be deaf?
The old deaf boy didn't think there was anything to complain about. Over the past thousands of years, he had chosen three monsters one after another. The only problem was that no matter how good his qualifications were, no matter how many situations he could overcome, over time, he would still be able to win.
You will have to break through the realm. The reason is very simple. If the realm is not enough, how can you live for hundreds of years? Live for thousands of years? You will die naturally. Therefore, after a few deaths in history, the old deaf child will have to regret it several times, waiting and waiting, just
After waiting like this, the three anonymous disciples who are still alive now have died, and countless senior brothers who quietly learned the sword and passed away quietly have died.
Among the three of them, one is in Cai Dongfu Realm, one is in Dragon Gate Realm, and the other is at the bottleneck of Golden Core Realm, which is almost going crazy.
The old deaf boy is very open and honest about accepting disciples. He is my disciple. If he reaches the Nascent Soul realm, he will die. Therefore, if you break the realm, you have to weigh it yourself.
In addition to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and the city, in addition to the northernmost mirage, there are also the remaining residences of the Sword Immortal such as Jiazhanku, Wanhe Residence and Tingyun Pavilion. In fact, there are still some barely beautiful places, but
Apart from the prison run by the old deaf boy, there are actually three other places that can be called forbidden areas: the sword workshop run by the Dong family, the clothing workshop controlled by the Qi family, and the alchemy workshop controlled by the Chen family.
The swords made by the sword workshop are never very good, and the magic weapons are not even considered as standard long swords. The sword immortal will give one to any sword cultivator who comes to the city whether he wants it or not. Hao.
The heir of a wealthy family, a child of a rich family, whether it is through family inheritance or spending a lot of money to buy it from Haoran Tianxia, as long as you can get a good sword from somewhere else, then it is all your skill.
In fact, many sword immortals really like to forge swords in the Xuanpai Sword Workshop and kill countless demons with them.
The quality of the robes weaved by the garment shop is also not high.
It looks like child's play.
But these two places are unmistakably the most indispensable existence of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
In the Sword Qi Great Wall, there are no sword immortals who fall from the sky. They are all sword cultivators who move up one realm at a time. It's just that the speed is different, but the realm is always there.
The function of the Alchemy Workshop is even simpler. It is to use the trophies and corpses of monsters who died on the city wall and on the southern battlefield, skin and cramps, and make the best use of them. Not only that, the Alchemy Workshop is the most mixed place among the three religions and nine streams, making alchemy.
The monks of the Sect and the Fulu Sect are the largest in number. Some of them come here on their own initiative to sign a contract, and it may take them a hundred or hundreds of years to earn enough money before leaving. Some are simply foreigners who were kidnapped, or
Those outstanding people from all over the world who are hiding here to avoid disasters, and the bereaved dogs.
It is on this Danfang that the Great Wall of Sword Qi is doing business, large and small, with so many cross-continental ferries that stop at Daixuanshan Ferry in the world.
And the Alchemy House is closely related to the prison where the old deaf child was imprisoned. After all, the blood, bones and fragments of many great demons cut from the demon elixir are all treasures on the mountain.
These three forbidden areas have strict rules and even more astonishing security. It is easy for anyone to enter and difficult for anyone to get out, and Sword Immortal is no exception.
Among the giant strokes engraved with big characters on the southern city wall, there is a kind of sword cultivator. Regardless of his age or his level of cultivation, he is farthest away from the city. Occasionally, he goes to the city wall and the north side, and goes back and forth quietly.
They are responsible for going to the wild world to "pick up money".
Similar to the frontier scouts of the secular dynasty in the world.
Therefore, no matter how low your realm is, you are still a sword cultivator in the Longmen realm. Every time you go to the south, you will be led by a swordsman.
In his early years, Chen Sanqiu, a son of a wealthy family who was born in the first class, and his friend Xiao Cricket, who struggled to make a living in the poor market, were two young swordsmen with completely different backgrounds. At that time, their biggest wish was to go to the south to collect money.
The swordsman who picks up money the most often and from the farthest distance likes to call himself a swordsman. He likes to say that the reason why he is so dissolute is not to attract the attention of women and girls, but that he simply likes the world.
The wild world in the south is a big river and lake, and he can encounter many interesting things.
It's just that every time after saying these bold words that make the younger generation's hearts sway, that person will go to the city to drink, wherever there are more women in sight.
Every time when he came back drunk and smelling of alcohol, he would talk to some little bastards who didn't like him and say with a smile that any of you were about to call me dad, or even your ancestor. Fortunately, I was able to hold it back, and I was so upright.
Beauty is hard to come close to!
If a child talks back, he, who never suffers, will talk about so-and-so in your family. Just talking about the face, not even the beauty, but it doesn’t matter. In my eyes, there is a woman who secretly likes me with her good vision and appearance.
Double it, they are both beauties and beauties, not to mention the wicker waists of each of them, the long legs that look like two bamboo poles leaning against each other, and the majestic ups and downs of the mountains. As long as you have the heart to discover, there are thousands of scenery.
Not sure? Don’t understand? Come on, come on, I’ll help you open your eyes. This is a unique magical power in the world, and it can’t be spread easily...
It's just that after every joke, teams often lose a few listeners on their way to the south to pick up money, or simply the whole army is wiped out. When the living people gather again, those faces will never be seen again.
Those who did not understand, or who pretended not to understand at the time, will no longer be able to say that they understand.
At that time, that person would be more silent and drink alone.
Once, after the sword cultivators returned one after another, the man squatted in a certain place, but in the end he did not see a team that everyone was familiar with, but only saw a big demon. The big demon was holding a long spear in his hand, high and low
Lift it high, like carrying a bunch of candied haws.
He stopped very far away from the Great Sword Qi Wall, named him by name, and then with a smile, he threw the pole somewhere on the southern wall of the Great Sword Qi Wall.
The man caught the spear and handed it gently to the person behind him. Then he traveled thousands of miles, one by one with a sword, to the hinterland of the wild world. He drew his sword at Tuoyue Mountain and at the Yiluo River. There was a great demon.
He all drew his sword.
Ku Xia Jian Xian's naturally bitter face has finally started to smile a bit recently.
Lin Junbi captured two rays of pure sword intent left behind by the ancient sword immortals. They were of extremely high rank and had good luck, opportunity and means. They should be his, sooner or later. But in a short period of time, not one ray but
Two wisps, still beyond the expectations of Kuxia Sword Immortal.
Mysterious blessings such as the Great Wall of Sword Qi are by no means high-level. If you are a swordsman, you can take them by force. If you are not careful, you will trigger a surging counterattack by many swords. History is not without greed.
Poor foreign swordsman, he is trapped in a situation of being surrounded by swords. The danger is no less than that of a cave monk who does not know whether to live or die, but he still flaunts his palace gate wide open when he reaches the top of the city.
Both Yan Lu and Jin Zhenmeng also made some achievements. Yan Lu relied more on luck to leave behind the wisp of feminine sword intent. It was due to the match of destiny and the closeness of the road.
Jin Zhenmeng seems to have relied more on the realm of Jindan sword cultivation to retain his unruly sword spirit. As long as Kuxia Sword Immortal doesn't involve human relations and worldliness and only talks about sword-related things, he still has excellent vision. After all,
Zhou Shenzhi's nephew has no real skills, and he was scolded by Zhou Shenzhi long ago until his sword heart was broken. In the eyes of Kuxia Sword Fairy, Jin Zhenmeng, a taciturn junior, is obviously the kind of person with high ambitions and murderous intent.
The extremely pure sword intent chose the gentle-tempered Jin Zhenmeng. It was no accident. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Jin Zhenmeng was sincere and that was why he was favored by that sword intent. That scene happened to Jin Zhenmeng.
In the Mengqi Mansion, the fierce conflict in which the foreign swordsmanship draws the swordsmanship of Xiaotian and the earth to "visit" together seems to be full of dangers, but in fact it is a superficial test that can eliminate many flaws in Jin Zhenmeng's soul. If he cannot pass this level,
Presumably, even if Jin Zhenmeng fell into trouble because of this, he would have no choice but to accept his fate.
Except for the Kuxia Sword Immortal, these proud sons of the Shaoyuan Dynasty are not sword immortals now.
But even among them, many of them will still not be in the upper five realms of swordsmanship in the future. Compared with the trivial things in the city to the north, even if they do not have the blessings like Lin Junbi and the other three, they will eventually gain a little bit on the way to practice.
The accumulation of benefits was no longer a trivial matter in the Shaoyuan Dynasty of the Middle Earth Divine Continent. Walking down the mountain, casually, one could easily determine life and death, and determine the honor and disgrace of other people's families.
Apart from Lin Junbi, Yan Lu was lucky enough to say that even Jin Zhenmeng had a great opportunity. Sword cultivator Jiang Guancheng became a little anxious. Many people were in the same mood as Jiang Guancheng.
Even if Lin Junbi got a great opportunity, other sword cultivators would not be too aggrieved in their hearts. However, if they are strict, they will feel uncomfortable. Now even Jin Zhenmeng, who has an empty realm, has no understanding.
With all the guys there, Jiang Guancheng and the others couldn't stand it.
Zhu Mei still didn't care.
As soon as she had free time, she went to find Yu Xuanfu, whom she nicknamed "Zaixi Zaixi". Anyway, they were just chatting. Yu Xuanfu hardly spoke, and all the girls were talking about.
It was rare for Yu Xuanfu to say more. He was arguing with Zhu Mei about whether it was the master tablet or the master's post, the master's sword or the master's pen. Zhu Mei deliberately messed around and argued for a long time, and finally gave up with a smile. It turned out that it was to make Yu
The more you talk, the more you win.
Kuxia Jianxian was in a good mood. When he returned to the Sun Mansion, he took the initiative to have a drink with Sun Juyuan, only to find that Sun Jianxian had lost the fairy wine glass and was only drinking from a wine flask.
Sun Juyuan seemed unwilling to speak, so Kuxia Sword Immortal said a few words from his heart.
"I'm just a swordsman. After mountain climbing, I have only practiced swordsmanship my whole life. So I don't know how to deal with many things. I don't like it and I can't take care of it."
Sun Juyuan glanced at the sincere foreign swordsman and nodded, "I don't have any opinions about you. Even if I do, it's a good opinion."
Sun Juyuan sat in the corridor, stood up with one knee bent, stretched out his hand and patted his knee, "A cultivator lives in isolation from the rest of the world. A person is far away from the world and keeps himself clean. What else can you ask for? It's very good."
Ku Xia Sword Immortal said with emotion: "But any big sect will become bustling and lively when it becomes a climate. After all, it is no longer as simple as one person practicing. This is the fundamental reason why I don't want to open a sect. I only know how to practice."
If I don't know how to teach swordsmanship, I'm afraid that I will teach many disciples who will get higher and higher in swordsmanship and sink lower and lower in their hearts like water. I don't know how to be reasonable in the first place, and it won't be even worse when the time comes. My uncle will
Very good, the swordsmanship is high enough. All disciples and disciples, no matter what their temperament, must obediently figure out what my uncle is thinking, and there is no need for him to teach me the truth."
Sun Juyuan shook his head, leaned his back against the wall, and gently shook the wine bottle, "Ku Xia, Ku Xia, I don't even know where my uncle is strong. I advise you not to start a sect in this life. You really don't have that."
ability."
The good mood of Kuxia Sword Immortal was gone when Sun Juyuan said it, and he became bitter.
Sun Juyuan looked into the distance and said softly: "It would be great if all the mountain people in the world could be like you. Don't talk much and do things well."
Kuxia Sword Immortal stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a pot of wine and I'll drink some too."
Sun Juyuan flipped his wrist and threw a bottle of wine.
The Bitter Summer Sword Immortal is even more miserable.
Because it is a pot of Bamboo Sea Cave Heaven Wine.
The Great Wall of Sword Qi is the most fun place.
Because even your own life can be used as a joke, so why not?
It's just that the Great Wall of Sword Qi is the Great Wall of Sword Qi after all. There are no messy rules on paper. At the same time, it will be a bit weird. It is an unwritten rule that should not become a rule anywhere else.
When a middle-level swordsman in the fifth realm sees a certain swordsman who doesn't like him, he will curse him no matter whether he drinks or not. As long as the swordsman himself doesn't pay attention to him, he will ignore everyone.
But as long as the sword fairy takes care of it, then I'll accept it.
Foreigners who come to the Great Wall of Sword Qi to practice swordsmanship or enjoy the scenery, no matter who their disciples are, no matter how good they are in the world, on this side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, swordsmen will not look down upon you, nor will they look down on you.
I only look at you for a moment, and everything is said by the sword. It is my ability to gain face from the Sword Qi Great Wall. If I lose face here, I will feel unhappy. When I get to my own world, I can say whatever I want, for the rest of my life.
Just don't come to the Sword Qi Great Wall again. It's best not to get close to the Hanging Mountain for those who are related to you.
In history, many swordsmen and swordsmen were alone before they died in battle. After death, if they did not leave any last words, everything left behind would be ownerless.
If there is a last word, someone will accept it all. No matter how big a sum of money from the gods, or even the sword of the sword immortal, even if the sword cultivator of the lower five realms can obtain these, no one will fight for it. They will not dare to do it openly, but secretly.
Those who act sneakily should not be fools from the Yinguan lineage. Many families who were almost able to move to Taixiang Street and Yuhu Street were severely damaged because of this, because the rules were very simple and the discipline was not strict.
When a person dies, the family with the highest realm will be beaten half to death by Luo Shan or Zhu'an Sword Immortal first. They can't do it. It doesn't matter. Master Yin Guan is happy to help. In the end, half of his life can be left. After all, it is still
For those who want to kill demons, in the next battle, this person must finally retreat from the battlefield and rely on his own ability to survive, so it will be written off. However, the sword, clothes, and elixirs will be sent to the house after the war, so forget about it.
So in a place like this, where many sword immortals have died and have no graves to lay down, how can there be the Spring Festival couplets of the Door God? There won’t be any.
Hundreds of thousands of years later, all the swordsmen have become accustomed to the thatched hut on the top of the city, and the boss swordsman who almost never leaves the top of the city.
It seems that if the boss swordsman does not read the old almanac, the almanac will disappear, or it will seem that it has never existed.
Wang Zai, a gentleman from the Lisheng lineage, went to the wine shop today. This was Wang Zai's first time here to buy wine.
It's just that the noisy swordsmen and drinkers didn't have a good look on this Confucian gentleman.
First, he is a well-known and well-known scholar in the world. Second, he heard that Wang Zai was so full that he grabbed the second shopkeeper and killed him with one punch.
They were surprised that the supervisors of the Sword Immortal lineage had to work harder. The Yasheng Wensheng was beaten to death. Why did you, the Lisheng lineage, join in the fun and add insult to injury?
Wang Zai looked calm, paid for the wine, and left with the wine. He did not eat the bowl of Yangchun noodles and the plate of pickles, nor did he imitate the swordsman who squatted on the roadside to drink. Wang Zai felt a little smile in his heart, feeling that he was so
A pot of wine, the second shopkeeper really deserves a treat.
Wang Zai did not go back along the way he came, but took the wine and walked to the corner of the deserted street.
Wang Zai stopped where there should have been a small bench and a young man in a green shirt, and said with a soft smile: "A gentleman's speech is valued for fairness and justice, especially for precision."
Wang Zai, who was about to leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi, remembered something. He returned the same way and went to the liquor store. He found a blank and wordless "Nothing" sign, wrote down his place of origin and name, and then wrote on the back of the "Nothing" sign.
He wrote a sentence, "Be kind to others, be strict with yourself, convince others with reason, restrain yourself with morality, then the world will be peaceful and nothing will happen."
After Wang Zai finished writing, he hung the "Nothing" sign on the wall and looked through the text content of the other nearby "Nothings" signs. He couldn't laugh or cry. There was a piece of "Nothing" sign that was probably going to be gilded by someone in the wine shop. It was a Jin Jiazhou Swordsman.
Xian's "heartfelt words", "The second shopkeeper never cheats anyone, Chen Ping'an's wine is unparalleled."
At first glance, it seems that he has no plans to leave the Sword Qi Great Wall for the time being.
There is another piece that will definitely be regarded as "conscience words written by a kind person" by the second shopkeeper of the wine shop, "I am from the lineage of literary saints, with a lot of knowledge and thick skin. From now on, the second shopkeeper will come to Liuxiazhou and treat you to a real good wine."
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He was obviously a man who wanted to go to Daoxuan Mountain just like his king.
Wang Zai said to himself: "If it were him, he should say that such a good person is now at the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivating Realm. It doesn't make sense. The Jade Pu Realm is too low, and the Immortal Realm is not high."
Wang Zai smiled and said: "It's just that the second shopkeeper said this, and it's irritating. If someone like me said it, it's just an old woman putting rouge on her face, just to make people annoying."
Not all outsiders can be like Chen Ping'an and become one of the family members in the hearts of sword cultivators at the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
Wang Zai was a little happy for Chen Pingan, but also a little sad.
Wang Zai hesitated for a moment, and then wrote an additional sentence in small regular script on his "Nothing" sign, "Being kind to oneself is the responsibility of oneself, and one desires to be kind to oneself. This is the most benevolent thing. I hope that those who have this intention will have no worries in everything."
Wang Zai noticed that standing not far away from him was a young man who came to the shop to carry some wine. His name was Jiang Qu, and he was from Coili Lane.
Wang Zai turned around and smiled at the young man: "Tell your second shopkeeper that the wine tastes good. Try to sell more of it and get it in a fair and honest way."
Jiang Qu smiled shyly and nodded vigorously.
Wang Zai drank the wine in one gulp, put the empty wine bottle on the counter, left with a smile, and went out. He clasped his fists with the many sword cultivators at the wine table and on the roadside, and said loudly: "Sell
Who dares to buy Jiangu wine, but there is no charge for drinking a thousand cups."
There was silence all around, as expected, Wang Zai laughed and said: "Let me change the sentence and be more straightforward. I hope that one day in the future, all the sword immortals will come here to drink, and the drinkers will be like whales sucking in the rivers, and the shopkeeper will not
Receive a piece of fairy money."
No one appreciates it.
Someone sneered: "Sir, gentleman, could it be that the wine was poisoned? No matter how bad the character of the second shopkeeper is, he still can't do this kind of thing. You are a noble gentleman and a pure sage. Don't try to harm the second shopkeeper."
right."
Wang Zai didn't refute anything, and left with a smile. After leaving, he raised his arms high and gave a thumbs up, "Nice to meet you swordsmen."
There was a lot of discussion in the wine shop for a while.
"Is it possessed by the second shopkeeper? Or is it simply a fake by the second shopkeeper? This kind of method is too much, too much."
"The second shopkeeper is so awesome. He can even transform a gentleman from the lineage of Li Sheng into a fellow Taoist?"
"Probably he is a scholar with some conscience left."
The gentleman Wang Zai stayed away from the wine shop, walked in the alley, and took out a white stone jade-like sincere seal, which Chen Ping'an gave to Wang Zai in private. It had both a margin and the year of signature.
The side note reads: "The roads are muddy and people are exhausted; heroes kill thieves and there are no books on them. True celebrities are not romantic, and big rocks are listed in the sky."
The seal text reads "It turned out to be a gentleman".
Pei Qian finally came to his senses.
In the end, she realized it later and wanted to make up for the wasted time by practicing more boxing.
Time and time again I would go to the medicine jar and lie down on the bed. After recovering from my injuries, I would go to my grandma to learn boxing.
Aunt Bai didn't want to teach heavy punch to her uncle, but she was still very happy to teach this little girl.
It's not that I don't like him, on the contrary, among my uncle's students and disciples, Bai Lianshuang likes Pei Qian the most.
On the surface, she is timid, but the little girl has the most ruthless meaning in her eyes.
Guo Zhujiu is no longer grounded now and often hangs out here. She will watch Pei Qian being beaten to the ground from beginning to end at the martial arts arena. Until the last time he can't get up, she will rush over and gently carry him on his back.
Get money from Pei.
Occasionally when Guo Zhujiu has nothing to do, he will ask that old master about boxing techniques.
After Pei Qian woke up that day, Guo Zhujiu sat at the threshold, chatting with the senior sister who was temporarily unable to walk, and helped the senior sister relieve her boredom.
As for whether the senior sister wanted to talk to her, Guo Zhujiu didn't care. Anyway, the senior sister was definitely willing. When he said he was tired, Guo Zhujiu picked up the inkstone, took a breath, and showed off to the senior sister.
Bai Shou passed by the house again that day. The door was not closed. Bai Shou didn't dare to get into trouble and walked quickly.
Guo Zhujiu lowered his voice and asked, "Senior Sister, do you think that Bai Shou likes you?"
Pei Qianru was struck by lightning, "What?!"
Guo Zhujiu was surprised: "Can't you tell? Do you believe it? If I ask Bai Shou, he will definitely say he doesn't like it? But you have always heard a saying, the words that come out of a man's mouth are all from the sun in broad daylight.
The ghost."
Pei Qian no longer cared about Guo Zhujiu's words. Bai Shou seemed to think that yes or no was a trivial matter with the same outcome. Pei Qian punched the bed, "I'm so angry!"
Guo Zhujiu lowered his head and wiped the square inkstone, and sighed: "I also know that there is an old girl who often says that a married girl is like spilled water, so from now on, the senior sister will be a member of the Taihui Sword Sect and a member of the master's hometown.
In the Patriarch Hall, the seat of the senior sister is empty. Isn’t it true that besides the master, there is no leader and no one else to worry about?”
Pei Qian said angrily: "You can't even think of usurping the throne! My seat has a note with my name on it. No one can sit on it except Master!"
Guo Zhujiu said, "Let's talk about it later, there's no rush."
Pei Qian suddenly said: "Why doesn't Bai Shou like you?"
Guo Zhujiu raised his head and said seriously: "He's not blind, why would he come to like me if he doesn't like such a good senior sister?"
Pei Qian crossed his arms across his chest and chuckled, "Maybe."
Guo Zhujiu said with a smile: "I was just telling a joke with Senior Sister. Whoever believes it will stumble when walking."
Pei Qian twitched the corner of his mouth.
Pei Qian asked softly: "Guo Zhujiu, when will you come to Luopo Mountain to play with me?"
Guo Zhujiu felt a little unmotivated, "It doesn't matter what I said. My parents have too much control, so there is no way to do it."
Pei Qian was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Even if you don't like to hear the well-intentioned and treacherous words, don't ignore them. Anyway, your parents and elders can talk freely and they won't be able to say a few words to you. If you talk too much, they themselves will
I would be reluctant to part with it.”
Guo Zhujiu thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."
After a moment of silence, Guo Zhujiu glanced at the hiking pole placed on the table. While the senior sister was unconscious and fast asleep, she helped wipe the hiking pole, spit on it, wiped her sleeves,
In the end, I even used my face, very sincerely.
"Senior Sister, can you lend me your small bamboo box to carry on my back?"
"Why? Why?"
"You look good on your back. Senior sister, why can't you speak with your brain? You have such a bright brain, but why can't you listen to your orders?"
Pei Qian felt tired of talking to Guo Zhujiu.
"Sister, is stinky tofu really that delicious?"
“Fragrant!”
"Did you eat stinky tofu and your farts also smell good?"
"Guo Zhujiu, are you annoying or not?!"
Then Pei Qian saw that guy sitting on the threshold, talking dumbly without stopping, without any sound.
Even if Pei Qian deliberately didn't look at her, she was still enjoying it, and when he accidentally glanced at her, she was even more excited.
Pei Qian said helplessly: "You'd better start talking again. It's better to be annoyed by you than to have my brain hurt."
Guo Zhujiu suddenly said: "If one day I can't talk to senior sister, senior sister will always be annoyed when she thinks of me. Annoyed and annoyed, I can remember more."
Pei Qian looked at the little girl with a smile on her face and was speechless.
Wearing a green shirt, he sat on the threshold. He stretched out his hand and motioned for Pei Qian to lie down.
Chen Ping'an sat next to Guo Zhujiu and said with a smile: "You are not allowed to say these words at such a young age. If the master doesn't say it, it will be your turn."