"There is a fairy mountain on the shore of the East China Sea called Luo Yun.
According to legend, there is a sect of cultivators in the mountain called Luo Yun Fairyland.
There are four peaks and thirteen valleys in the mountain, and there are moral cultivators stationed everywhere, which makes ordinary people below the mountain very strange..."
Jiang Sibai muttered angrily, but his face was full of fascination.
Yes, Luo Yun Fairyland, a place where he can find immortality, how could he not yearn for it?
Coming into this world for the sixteenth year, what Jiang Sibai expected was probably a true fairy tale in this world.
Jiang Sibai sat on the bank of Jishui River with his chin propped up, holding the fishing rod in his other hand and staring blankly at the river, not even noticing that the fish had bitten the hook.
"Young man, your fish has bitten the hook."
Suddenly there was a sound next to him, which made Jiang Sibai suddenly wake up. Then the simple fishing rod made of green bamboo in his hand shook slightly, and he saw the thin hemp rope spinning three times in a row in the water.
He tightened his grip suddenly with a flick of his wrist.
The next moment, the fat fish in the water struggled in vain, and was pulled out of the water and landed on the river beach.
Jiang Sibai didn't look at the fat fish jumping around, but just looked at the people around him.
I saw that this man's hair was messy and sloppy, and he looked like an old farmer with a bright head.
However, although this old man's clothes are sloppy, he always gives off a sense of extraordinary bearing. Moreover, the texture of his clothes is completely different from that of ordinary peasants. It can be regarded as good fabric.
The old man looked like he was walking a pet. He was holding a rope in his hand, and at the other end of the rope was a very strong white fox.
Huh? It's a bit like the Samoyed of Three Idiots on a Sleigh.
Jiang Sibai observed so much at once, and then politely asked with clasped fists: "Old man, who are you from, and how did you come to this wilderness?"
The old man said casually: "I am from a nearby village, and I took my baby Xiaobai out for a walk."
Jiang Sibai was a little embarrassed at the time because his nickname was "Xiao Bai" and he was often called "Gongzi Xiaobai".
Jiang Sibai felt humiliated.
So he also said angrily: "There is only one Baiyi town with 160 families living within fifty miles of this place, and I know every one of these 160 families."
The old man glanced at Jiang Sibai helplessly and said, "Just think of me as an old farmer passing by here on errands."
That look seemed to be blaming him for why he bothered to reveal something?
Jiang Sibai clicked his tongue and shook his head, then ignored the guy who claimed to be an old farmer.
Instead, he picked up the fat fish and tied it up with a hemp rope. He then inserted his sword into his waist and prepared to walk back.
The 'old farmer' glanced at the sword on his waist without saying anything. The two briefly exchanged a few words and then passed each other, treating it as a chance encounter and then said goodbye.
But sometimes things in this world are so subtle. As the 'old farmer' said goodbye silently and continued downstream along the Jishui River, a group of six big men suddenly emerged from the forest upstream, from the direction where the 'old farmer' came.
Their eyes immediately focused fiercely on the 'old farmer', or in other words, on the white fox who was as strong as a calf.
"Hand over the spirit fox and I will spare your life."
The leader among these six people stood holding a sword and crossing his chest, looking very proud.
This man must be a swordsman.
But in fact, each of these six people holds a sword, and they are all swordsmen?
It's just that the leader of the swordsman can still talk nicely, but the other man behind him said frivolously: "If you have nothing to say to this old man, brothers just kill him and take away the spirit fox." "
"This spirit fox is strong and healthy. It may be able to withstand a month of bloodletting without dying. After bringing it back, the master will definitely reward us greatly."
The leading swordsman suddenly stretched out his sword-holding hand to stop his men and said: "It is not right to punish without teaching. You must always leave a thin line for others."
"Old man, this is your only chance. You can hand over the spirit fox and go away. Otherwise, you will be left dead in the wilderness."
Jiang Sibai was in a bad mood, and suddenly he felt particularly unhappy when he saw the six people in front of him showing off their power in front of him.
He didn't care whether he was meddling in his own business by interfering, he just came to the 'old farmer', looked at the six people in front of him and said: "Are you all sword-wielding people?"
The swordsman immediately said coldly: "Of course, what do you want?"
Jiang Sibai looked at them and said calmly: "Relying on the strong and bullying the weak is not the way to hold a sword. You are in vain to be called sword wielders!"
When he blurted it out like this, I felt that his thoughts were quite clear.
When the six swordsmen heard this, their expressions immediately changed.
In today's world, everyone values fame and neglects life and death.
Jiang Sibai said this, which is a great shame and humiliation for these people who call themselves swordsmen.
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang..."
All six men drew their swords.
The leading swordsman looked at Jiang Sibai coldly and said, "No matter who you are, please draw your sword."
"Today our brothers will behead you to prove the power of the swords in our hands!"
Jiang Sibai felt quite bored when he saw that the six people in front of him had drawn dark brass swords about fifty centimeters long.
He has been in this world for sixteen years, and has gradually become accustomed to this world's style of drawing swords and making life-or-death decisions whenever there is a disagreement.
So he drew his sword very calmly.
What he had in his hand was a broken sword!
"Haha, how can it be a broken sword? How dare you speak so shamelessly in front of our brothers!"
Yes, what Jiang Sibai was holding was a broken sword, but if you look carefully, even a broken sword was actually about the same length as the bronze daggers held by the six brothers.
The 'old farmer' looked a little surprised when he saw this, but he was calm about the current situation.
Jiang Sibai didn't care about the old farmer. He was now thinking about venting his anger. After all, he had been working hard for it for ten years since he knew there were practitioners when he was six years old!
In ten years, he failed a total of four times.
During this period, no matter how tolerant he was, he always held back an evil fire.
Especially the recent failure, being eliminated in such a way, he really didn't accept it.
Finally, this evil fire was vented, and he rushed into the crowd with the hundred-forged sword he forged himself and slashed fiercely.
The five "younger brothers" among the swordsmen immediately raised their swords and tried to fight him.
It's just that Jiang Sibai looks like a handsome aristocratic boy wearing white clothes, but in fact, which aristocratic boy would dress like this in late autumn?
His body is much stronger than it looks, and the skills he has accumulated over the years are beyond the imagination of these ordinary swordsmen.
Then he heard a series of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding", and he actually cut off the bronze swords of five of the six swordsmen!
In the end, the leading swordsman's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he snorted coldly: "You can win with just one step without using force!"
Jiang Sibai's face changed at that moment, and the cold female voice seemed to ring in his ears again: "It's just a matter of getting a sharp weapon with money and silk. This is not the way to hold a sword!"
He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the broken sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, as if it had turned into a cloud of smoke.
In fact, this is not a lack of sight, but a lack of reality that makes the other party unpredictable and unable to make a move.
The swordsman leader broke into cold sweat all over his body. The moment the broken sword 'disappeared' in front of his eyes, he felt endless pressure approaching.
This was much more terrifying than Jiang Sibai's fierce slashing with the broken sword just now. It made him feel as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and he felt that life and death were no longer in his control.
"hey-hey!"
The old farmer next to him laughed strangely. He recognized the subtlety of this sword technique and couldn't help but reveal some movement.
When Jiang Sibai heard this strange laughter, he suddenly calmed down. With a twist of his wrist, he knocked away the swordsman's sword, then turned to look at the old farmer and hesitated slightly.
He said: "It's getting late. If I don't give up, how about you follow me back to Baiyi and rest for a night before setting off on your journey?"
The old farmer smiled again when he heard this. He didn't say anything, but just led his big white fox, which was as strong as a calf, to wander towards Baiyi.
It seems to be agreed.
Jiang Sibai breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that this was probably his last and best chance.
Hahaha, I finally came back after wandering around on the trumpet for a while. I think I’ve had a lot of fun.