Because there was a beautiful woman following him closely behind him.
In his opinion, such a beautiful woman wearing men's clothes in the wilderness must not be a good person.
Either a monster or a bad guy! So he was very annoyed and felt that he was going to be eaten before he even started practicing sword practice.
But he's not afraid.
Sword cultivator... will never be afraid of monsters and ghosts! "I, Su Bufan, would rather die than surrender. I am not afraid of eating you. I will be a good man again in ten years!"
Su Xuan secretly encouraged himself.
Xu Qingrong followed Su Xuan, really making him laugh.
She didn't know whether to praise Su Xuanchu for giving birth to a calf that was not afraid of tigers, or to scold him for his lack of brains.
If she were a monster, would she still talk nonsense to him?
"This little brat is so funny..." Xu Qingrong was very interested and followed Su Xuan closely like a tail.
The sun rises and the moon sets.
Among the mountains, Su Xuan's small figure walked very slowly.
Xu Qingrong slowly followed, occasionally helping him drive away the ferocious beasts around him.
Xu Qingrong would talk to Su Xuan from time to time, but Su Xuan ignored her again. When he saw Xu Qingrong, he pointed his sword at her and glared at Xu Qingrong with those fierce eyes.
Whenever that happened, Xu Qingrong would rub Su Xuan's head vigorously, thinking that this little kid was so cute.
The night is as dark as ink.
Su Xuan's small body was huddled under a stone, his small hand tightly grasping the wooden sword, and his eyes were constantly looking around.
The ferocious roars of beasts echoed all around, making Su Xuan afraid to sleep.
"I'm not afraid, I'm a swordsman.
I'm really not afraid, I am a sword cultivator..." Su Xuan kept chanting in a low voice.
On a big tree in the distance, Xu Qingrong was amused.
With a flick of her finger, a bonfire was lit in front of Su Xuan.
Su Xuan was startled and stood up.
"Who..." His voice trembled.
"Didn't you say you weren't afraid?"
Xu Qingrong appeared laughing.
Su Xuan looked at Xu Qingrong, then at the bonfire, and suddenly said angrily: "You are indeed a witch!"
"Even so."
Xu Qingrong laughed and sat down next to Su Xuan.
Su Xuan immediately took a few steps away and stared at her warily.
Xu Qingrong used a small wooden stick to pull down the bonfire and asked casually: "Why did your kid come out if you don't stay at home?"
"I'm going to learn the sword and then kill you monsters."
Su Xuandao.
"Just you?"
Xu Qingrong looked Su Xuan up and down and joked: "I'll blow on you and you'll die."
"Don't look down on me. I will definitely become a powerful swordsman! If you have the guts, don't eat me. Give me ten...no, twenty years."
Su Xuan glared at her.
"Hahaha..." Xu Qingrong burst into laughter. He seemed to have never been so happy since he could remember.
"Don't laugh!"
Su Xuan said angrily.
"Okay, I won't laugh, hahaha..." Su Xuan: "..." He was so angry that he threw a wooden sword at it, but it stopped in mid-air.
He kept trying, but nothing moved, which made him a little discouraged.
"Look, it's of no use at all."
Xu Qingrong teased.
"That's because I haven't started practicing sword training yet."
Su Xuan was not convinced.
"Okay, I won't eat you for the time being. I'll give you twenty...no, fifty years."
Xu Qingrong said.
"You said that?"
Su Xuan's eyes lit up.
"Of course, a gentleman's words are hard to follow."
"You are a woman."
Su Xuan corrected.
"It's all the same."
"Don't regret it!"
Su Xuan's eyebrows rose with joy.
"affim."
Xu Qingrong tried his best to hold back his laughter and said seriously.
"Huh..." Su Xuan exhaled, his little hands trembling a little.
Xu Qingrong suddenly understood that this little kid was still afraid.
"I will definitely become a great swordsman, and then I can give you a chance!"
Su Xuan shouted again.
"I'm waiting."
Xu Qingrong smiled, but didn't take it seriously, because in her eyes, Su Xuan was too ordinary.
...time passes.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
Su Xuan climbed over mountains and ridges and finally came to an ancient city.
This place is called Qingyun Sword City, and there is a Qingyun Sword Sect! "We're here."
Su Xuan shouted in surprise.
He came here just to join the Qingyun Sword Sect and become a sword cultivator... Su Xuan turned around, but was startled because he found that the female monster who had been following him was missing.
"Is it because there are sword cultivators here, are you afraid?
Huh huh, you just say it's awesome, that's all.
When I become a sword cultivator, you will still have to be afraid of me."
Su Xuan chuckled, and then walked into Sword City longingly.
Xu Qingrong heard this in the distance and was very angry, but did not laugh.
Because she knew that Su Xuan would soon suffer a cruel blow.
Three days later.
Under the Sword Sect.
"Mediocre qualifications, eliminated!"
The cold voice echoed in Su Xuan's mind, making his whole body feel cold.
He stood there in a daze, his eyes a little red as he watched many children around him who were about the same age happily walking into the Sword Sect.
He... doesn't seem to have the talent to be a swordsman.
The night is getting darker.
In front of the majestic and simple mountain gate, Su Xuan still stood.
The night wind was cold, but it couldn't cool his heart.
That night, Su Xuan didn't move at all.
The next morning.
Xu Qingrong appeared somewhat unbearably: "Brother, let's go."
"I don't."
Su Xuan shook his head, his childish voice a little hoarse, but full of determination.
"Your qualifications are too ordinary."
Xu Qingrong said.
Then he wanted to say, "How about my sister teaches you".
but.
Su Xuan looked insistent and took the lead in saying: "If you give up because of mediocre qualifications, then it's not a swordsman.
There is a voice in my heart telling me that where sincerity leads to gold and stone.
The sword I want to cultivate can be mastered no matter how ordinary my qualifications are."
Xu Qingrong was startled, looking a little surprised at Su Xuan's childish face.
She opened her mouth, but finally said nothing and left quietly.
She could have helped Su Xuan become a monk, which was just a piece of cake for her.
But for some reason, she wanted to see if Su Xuan could succeed.
in the following days.
Su Xuan began to practice his sword desperately.
Qingyun Sword City is a city of swordsmen, and there are many swordsmen.
In addition to the sword sect, there are many sword halls and sword pavilions... In order to practice swordsmanship, Su Xuan went to the sword hall and sword pavilion for free, as long as he had food.
He practiced swordplay while working.
He didn't have sword cultivation techniques, so he practiced swordsmanship.
Swordsmanship is difficult to learn, so just imitate one sword after another.
If he was clumsy with his sword, he would practice more every day.
Sword City is not big, but it is not small either, enough to accommodate Su Xuan's small body.
Jiancheng is not small, but it is not big either. It is enough for the people of Jiancheng to know such a stupid boy, who obviously has no qualifications but has been working hard.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
Little Su Xuan is growing up slowly.
The spring breeze blows.
It’s another year for the Sword Sect to recruit disciples.
"Mediocre qualifications, eliminated."
A cold voice sounded in Su Xuan's mind.
Su Xuan pursed his lips, but was not disappointed. He picked up the sword and turned away.
"Xiao Bufan, don't try, you can't do it.
How about joining the Sword Sect as a handyman."
The elder who was recruiting disciples called Su Xuan to stop.
"I can do it."
Su Xuan bowed slightly and then said seriously.
"You've been working hard for five years, it's time to give up."
The elder named Ji Lin couldn't help but persuade.
"Elder, I can do it."
Su Xuan looked stubborn.
Five years later, he is already a young man.
He has grown up a lot, but the only thing that remains unchanged is his determination to practice swordsmanship.
Ji Lin hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand helplessly, signaling Su Xuan to leave.
He saw this child's efforts, and he was sure that no one in the entire Sword City worked harder than Su Xuan.
However, sometimes hard work does not mean success.
night.
In a quiet clearing.
Su Xuan was sweating profusely and practicing a set of sword techniques.
This is a very common wind and thunder sword technique in Jiancheng, but Su Xuan has been practicing it for five years.
He knows he is stupid, but he firmly believes that hard work can make up for his stupidity.
If one sword doesn't work, use ten swords. If ten swords don't work, use a hundred swords, a thousand swords, ten thousand swords... "Xiao Bufan, you're not good at something."
Xu Qingrong appeared with a chuckle.
"I will succeed."
Su Xuan didn't stop, but also replied.
"I can't imagine why you must insist."
Xu Qingrong watched Su Xuan for five years and watched him fail countless times.
Sometimes Xu Qingrong really wanted to open Su Xuan's head and see if this kid was lacking in strength and how could he be so stubborn.
"Because I know what I want, and there is no point in living if I don't become a swordsman.
There was a voice in my heart telling me that this is how I should be."
Su Xuan stopped, looked directly at Xu Qingrong, and answered seriously.
"Just like I didn't have the chance to become an upright swordsman in my previous life, then I must become a great swordsman in this life. I can kill all injustices in the world with one sword and be worthy of heaven and earth!"
Xu Qingrong was stunned.
Under night.
She found that Su Xuan's eyes were shining brightly.
Time is like a wheel, turning round and round.
Three years later.
"Haha, this fool is here again."
"How many times?"
"I can't remember clearly. Anyway, it failed every time."
When the Sword Sect recruits disciples, Su Xuan fails again.
He held the sword hard, his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Xiao Bufan, give up."
Elder Ji Lin sighed deeply.
"I can do it."
Su Xuan insisted.
"Elder, give me another chance."
"You..." "Elder, I can do it."
Su Xuan said again, and after saying that, he started to practice the wind and thunder sword technique.
There are two ways for Sword Sect to recruit disciples.
First look at the physique, and secondly look at the aptitude! If the physique is not good enough, the aptitude is not enough! As long as Su Xuan shows some aptitude for swordsmanship, he can still join the Sword Sect.
But... the people around him looked at him like a monkey, and some children felt the same way, feeling that the sword Su Xuan practiced was not as good-looking as them.
Ji Lin opened his mouth, but did not stop him in the end.
He hoped that Su Xuan would give up because he felt that Su Xuan would die if he continued like this.
Asking for something but not getting it is the most hurtful thing.
But at this moment.
Su Xuan had no other thoughts.
"I can do it.
I can definitely do it!"
He yelled in his heart.
"My name is Su Bufan, I shouldn't be so ordinary!"
"For eight years, I practiced swordplay day and night, and the swords I swung were incredible!"
"If eight years is not enough, then ten years, if ten years is not enough, then one hundred years..." "If you don't become a swordsman, you might as well die..." The light in Su Xuan's eyes has not faded, just like eight years ago.
He had heard someone say that if you are loyal to the sword, the sword will respond to you.
He tried hard.
He stayed with his sword for eight years.
He dreamed that he became a sword cultivator! He should succeed! Su Bufan, you can do it! Su Xuan drew his sword faster and faster, and his eyes turned red.
He felt that he was at his limit.
but.
He doesn't want to stop.
"I can go faster!"
He shouted, eight years of sword practice and eight trials.
He has always been silent.
But at this moment.
He broke out.
A sword... wind and thunder! Everyone watching around was in an uproar.
"Bang!"
With one sword shot, Su Xuan fell to the ground.
He kept panting, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.
but.
He started laughing.
Because he knew he succeeded.
Ji Lin was shocked and froze on the spot.
But the next moment.
He hurriedly ran in front of Su Xuan: "Quick, find the pharmacist..." At this moment, Ji Lin knew that their Sword Sect would have one more disciple.
The night is as dark as ink.
In a disciple's room of Jianzong.
Su Xuan was tied with white cloth all over his body, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in pain.
However, he lay very quietly.
Suddenly.
A dark shadow appeared, a touch of Su Xuan's eyebrows, and the brilliant sword intent on it flashed away.
"Master, the sword path has been opened."
He knelt down on one knee and spoke in a low voice, it was Su Yi.