The Sword Dynasty

The young man with thick eyebrows is also very satisfied, his eyes are full of satisfaction, his opponent is very strong, this kind of confrontation is also a rare experience for him.

"It was a man from the Yan dynasty, a practitioner of the True Fire Palace."

He took the umbrella that fell from above, inserted the black sword into the handle of the umbrella again, and then covered the majority of the umbrella surface again from the sky above the young and beautiful young people who came out, while looking forward to confirmation, looking at the legendary Mr. Zhao Si said.

No wonder his umbrella is very large. Only when the umbrella surface is large can it appear that the handle of the umbrella is not too thick.

Qingxiu young man, Mr. Zhao Si, the current master of the sword furnace, walked past the body of the thin and tall practitioners, and walked along the path towards the Weihe River in the distance.

"It should be Yan Dongfu. After seeing his shot, I knew that it was almost him. The real secret of the fire is just a little bit, and I should get some true biography of Cao Yangming from the real fire palace."

Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and said, "Changling is really a piece of fat now. Everyone wants to divide it."

The young man with thick eyebrows Zhao Zhi turned his head and looked back. The Changling Mausoleum was only left with an outline in the wind and rain. Even the huge turrets could not be seen clearly, but he always worried about the heavy rain screen. Will rush out of countless chariots, and suddenly will run a few extremely powerful practitioners to cut him a sword.

"Is it like fat meat? It's not like fat meat at all." So when he saw only the dangerous, he couldn't help murmuring. He still felt that the small street and small iron shop were good. .If he had a choice, he felt that he would not have to enter this big city that was flat and full of countless dangers.

However, Mr. Zhao Si ignored his whisper, and then said softly: "Chu, Yan, Qi, which one is not eyeing Changling. But when I was in Changping, I already saw clearly, these people are no different. . All want to grab meat from the other person's mouth. If they grab unevenly, they will fight. We are weaker like us. If we really cooperate with them, we will only be eaten by one bite."

The young man with thick eyebrows suddenly turned his head and looked at him strangely: "You seem to be a little wrong, and I only met the business lady once, how to speak softly and softly like her."

"Is it?"

Mr. Zhao Si was slightly startled. In retrospect, it seemed that his speed of speech was indeed slower than usual. When talking about these, there was no usual anger.

"It's about learning something from her."

After a slight pause, he said with some sighs and serious: "You now understand why the master did not let you stay in the sword furnace before, so that you follow me the reason to see more."

Zhao Zhi also shook his head seriously: "I'm stupid, you can learn it, and I don't necessarily learn it after reading it."

"Cultivation is like walking across the river in the dark night, the longer you live and the longer you go, the more important your feelings and insights are." Mr. Zhao Si's temperament seemed to be really calm, and he asked without any anger: "You said Jin Dongfu, who was just now, finally reached the fifth realm. Why did he die here?"

Zhao Zhi said without thinking, "Because we met us, and we never had the habit of keeping our hands."

"Because there is no vision and insight."

Mr. Zhao Si ridiculed and said, "He has no knowledge, he followed us, and he died. Every dynasty, every sect, except for the real invasion of the city and the demise of the dynasty, otherwise there is not much communication at ordinary times. We and Qin The practitioners of the dynasty are much stronger than the practitioners of the three dynasties of Yan, Chu, and Qi in this regard. After all, after so many years of struggle, even the country has destroyed three, and all means have been seen a little."

Zhao Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

"You probably don't understand why Master only passed you a trick." Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and then said.

Zhao Zhi shook his head.

Mr. Zhao Si looked up and took a deep breath and said, "Master is a guru who really teaches according to his aptitude. He knows that you are stupid, so you can only practice this trick, and there will be fewer passers-by in the practice. Some. Let you follow me because you only use that trick, the way of coping is always too monotonous, you see more people, see more different methods, you remember in your mind, encounter similar in the future, also Deal with it better."

Hearing that he was stupid, Zhao Zhi was not angry, but his eyes were full of feelings and thoughts.

In front of a large river, the turbulent waves swelled, and the stormy waves patted the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.

Has reached the Weihe River.

"Go!"

Zhao Zhi first jumped on a bamboo raft tied to the long grass on the shore. Although he shouted at Mr. Zhao Si who was looking back at Changling at this time, he did not immediately row the raft, but He took out two hip flasks, sipped the spirits of one of the hip flasks first, and then poured the other jug ​​into the surging river.

"Brother Zhao Shan, I respect you!"

Only then did tears remain in his eyes.

Bang Bang Bang Bang...

The bamboo raft went down in the stormy waves.

Zhao Zhi didn't hold the umbrella anymore, while holding the bamboo pole in one hand, tapping on the bamboo pole in the other, singing with a loud voice.

The singing is rough, it is a slang of a small place, and the meaning is not clear, but the beat of the beat is heavy and firm, like ironing.

...

As the night grew darker, the door of the Sycamore Fall Blue Wine was pushed open, revealing a dim light of fire.

Ding Ning put away the umbrella, took the door with him, and then inserted it with a wooden pin.

Chang Sun Qianxue was sitting at a table, looking at him with no expression. An oil lamp was lit on the table, and a bowl of fried eel noodles was shining, and there was a dish next to it, with two poached eggs on it. .

Ding Ning's face had an abnormal blush. After closing the door, his breathing was also heavy, but he looked up at the light and waited for his own grandson, Qianxue, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifted up slightly. , Showing a smile.

He didn't say much, but just sat across from Chang Sun Qianxue, pulled over the pot of fried noodles, buckled two poached eggs on it, and then began to eat with a dull head.

"Is it really so delicious?"

Seeing Ding Ning's slightly swollen belly when sitting down, Chang Sun Qianxue's eyes became colder, "Obviously I have already eaten, and I have to eat so much. All practitioners pay great attention to the things at the entrance, and drink water instead of drinking flowers. Lu, I can’t wait to eat only the fruits and plants that contain the spirit of the world. After you are injured, you are so cold and overeating. Is it really no problem to overeating?"

"In vain, you will naturally wash your body above the eight realms..."

Ding Ning chewed half a poached egg, vague, and said with some smugness: "And who in the world can eat the poached egg and noodles you make."

The grandson Qianxue gave him a cold look, "I bought the noodles and poached eggs from other shops."

"..." Ding Ning suddenly grimaced, speechless.

Long Sun Qianxue's expression was serious, and looked at him: "When you reach the eighth realm, you will naturally wash your body. Slim conditioning in the front, pay attention to diet, it is really in vain... Is this the same person?"

Ding Ning swept away the remaining noodles and nodded with a cheek: "The Eighth Realm Qitian, if it is not to use the method of condensed storage to directly call the vitality of heaven and earth, then the practitioner himself is a key to open heaven and earth. It must be extremely pure."

The elder Sun Qianxue was a little shocked and frowned. "But all the classics are not records. Only with a clean diet can it be possible to cleanse the body and reach the eighth realm of Qitian and the ninth realm of longevity?"

Ding Ning glanced at her and shook his head seriously: "Very few people can reach the eighth realm, so most of the classics are only speculation that those who can really reach, at most teach some disciples to their disciples. It will take effort to make people believe the errors in the classics."

"Or for all the sects, the cultivators of the other sects want to make more detours and make more mistakes." Ding Ning rubbed his stomach and added another sentence.

Long Sun Qianxue pondered the meaning of these words, and was silent for a moment.

Ding Ning stood up and walked into the backyard as usual before preparing to practice. He first rinsed with hot water and changed his clothes.

However, instead of returning directly to the bedroom tonight, he lit an oil lamp and walked into a brewery next door.

The faint firelight illuminates a wall by the window.

There are many flower-like patterns on this wall, and it looks like someone is bored and idle, so I just use a pen to draw a flower.It seems that it has been painted for many years, and many flowers have covered the entire wall.

However, Ding Ning knew that this was not an ordinary painting wall.

He smeared one of the flowers with a charcoal, and then seriously, painted two flowers.

Because there are too many people and things to remember, he is afraid that he will miss one of them, so he has such a wall.

However, looking at this wall in silence, especially the two flowers on the new painting, he knew he could not do anything now, only to wait.