Chapter 570: The Past Is Gone

This year's first spring rain, unfortunately someone was in no mood to watch it. After sitting back down, someone with a guilty conscience pretended to turn his head to look outside the carriage and whispered, "Spring rain is as precious as oil."

As for the flushed woman, she quickly calmed down, tidied her clothes, and did not speak immediately, but lifted the curtain and looked at the surrounding scenery. The team was approaching Changping Prefecture where the capital of the gods was located.

In the next few days, Chen Chao first memorized the booklet given by Xie Nandu, and then picked up the handkerchief and began to learn the secret method on it. I don't know if it was good luck or a natural talent, Chen Chao really followed what he learned above, and unknowingly, he really gave birth to a weak breath in his meridians.

That breath was mysterious and seemed useless, at least it was impossible to kill people, but according to this secret method, this showed that Chen Chao was qualified to learn the art of looking at qi.

When Chen Chao thought that the woman in the sect was the only one who knew the art of looking at qi, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Maybe he had gone a little off track as a martial artist. Maybe becoming a Qi Refiner was the right path for him. It wouldn't be long before he became the best Qi Refiner in the world.

However, when he thought about the attitude of the Qi Refiners towards him, Chen Chao sighed. With just this talent, he guessed that no sect would be willing to accept him.

Chen Chao quickly threw away the thought in his mind and rubbed his head. There was no need to rush the art of Qi-reading. He could practice it when he had time. On the contrary, he had experienced so many life-and-death battles during this trip northward. There were many things that he should carefully consider. After all, whether it was the life-and-death battle with Yuan Ling, or the more dangerous battle with Xilu, as well as the Sword Sect Talisman he saw later, and the battle between the Sword Sect Master and the Demon Emperor, all of these were of some benefit to him. However, the opportunities in the latter two times were not great. Who told him that he was not a sword cultivator, but just a martial artist?

But after all, the most important thing was the battle in which the Emperor of Daliang killed Yuan Shan with a knife. In that battle, the Emperor of Daliang almost taught Chen Chao how to use a knife.

That was the biggest benefit to him.

Chen Chao also had a question, that is, when it comes to using a knife alone, is the deceased general stronger, or is his uncle stronger?

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Chao felt that it should be his uncle.

But after all, the previous owner of his sword was probably the best swordsman in the world.

Xie Nandu saw Chen Chao's busyness these days, so she didn't take the initiative to interrupt him. Like Chen Chao, she gained a lot during the journey to the north, especially the final battle between the Sword Sect's leader and the Demon Emperor. For Xie Nandu, it was a great opportunity. Just being able to see one or two clues from the world's number one sword cultivator's sword was a great benefit. Although Xie Nandu's ambition was entirely in the north, his own talent was real, and his understanding of that battle was probably more than Yu Xiyi's.

Now these days are just right for digesting what they have gained.

It wasn't until a few days later that the two of them had almost digested all of this before they opened their eyes again.

Chen Chao felt that Xie Nandu's sword energy was sharper than before, and couldn't help but sighed, "You are really a monster."

The woman in front of him was walking too fast on the road of cultivation.

Xie Nandu gently reminded, "It will take about ten days to enter the Divine Capital."

Chen Chao hummed, still not caring.

Xie Nandu remained silent, just looking at him.

Chen Chao said, "It's not possible that as soon as I arrive at the gate of the Divine Capital, a large group of so-called former officials will kneel in front of the gate, crying and shouting, "Your Highness, we have finally waited for you, and then put on the imperial robe for me and let me ascend the throne immediately?"

Xie Nandu couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

It was really too ridiculous.

"But I guess once I return to the capital and separate from you, I will meet a lot of people I don't want to see." Chen Chao suddenly joked, "How about I try hard and you can also become a queen?"

Xie Nandu shook his head and said, "It's boring."

Chen Chao frowned and said, "Is it boring to be a queen or to marry me?"

Xie Nandu glanced at Chen Chao, "Guess?"

Chen Chao lowered his voice and said, "If I become the emperor, would you dare not open the door of the Xie family to me?"

"So you have always remembered this matter." Xie Nandu said, "It's hard to say. I am also curious about how the ancestor of the Xie family will choose."

Chen Chao sighed and said, "I'm busy now."

As he spoke, Chen Chao took out the handkerchief again to see the practice method of the Qi-watching technique. After Xie Nandu glanced at it, he asked, "What's the name of that girl?"

Chen Chao blurted out subconsciously, "Liang Jinjin."

Only after he finished speaking did he notice that Xie Nandu was looking at him.

Chen Chao slapped his forehead and understood. He had been tricked by this woman again.

At this moment, Chen Chao began to feel extremely fortunate that the woman in front of him did not learn the art of looking at qi, otherwise how would he live in the future.

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Most of the Qi-refining sects in the north are located at the junction of Changping Prefecture and Xinliu Prefecture. The location is very sophisticated. As the group of people who care most about the luck of the world, they naturally have great requirements for choosing the location of the sect.

Songxi Mountain is not a large sect of qigong masters in the North. There are only more than a hundred disciples in a mountain gate now, but the location of the mountain gate is not bad. Back then, the founder of Songxi Mountain traveled around the world and came to Songxi Mountain. He saw a thousand-year-old pine on the top of the mountain. There is also a stream flowing slowly from the top of the mountain beside you. You can tell at a glance that this place is the blessed land of Dongtian. Later, the sect was established again and named after Songxi Mountain.

At its peak, there were thousands of disciples in Songxi Mountain, and they once almost became the leader of the Northland Qi Refiner lineage. However, it was a pity that in recent years, there had not been any strong men worthy of the name in the mountain sect. As time went by, As time goes by, the decline of the sect is natural and inevitable.

The current generation of Master of Songxi Mountain, Zhenren Zhuyue, is just a Qi practitioner in the other side realm, and most of the strong men in the mountain are also in this realm. Therefore, Songxishan has actually been very low-key in these years.

Liang Jinjin returned to the sect before the trip to Mobei was over, but she was uneasy along the way. After all, the sect sent several of their brothers and sisters to Mobei this time, but in the end she was the only one who returned. It was not good no matter what. Account.

But even though she was feeling uneasy, she embarked on her way back. Now when she arrived at the foot of the mountain, as soon as she showed up, the two disciples guarding the mountain at the mountain gate became excited and shouted, "Senior Sister Liang!"

Liang Jinjin came back to his senses, looked at the two junior brothers who had just gone up the mountain for a short time, forced a smile and nodded.

"Senior Sister Liang...Where are Senior Brother Xu and the others?"

"Well... I'm going to see the mountain master, and then..."

Liang Jinjin didn't say much, and quickly went up the mountain. Not long after, she had already met the Master Zhuyue, the mountain master of Songxi Mountain of this generation, and also her master.

Zhuyue Zhenren was already over fifty years old, but she didn't look old. She looked like a woman who had just reached her thirties, but the vicissitudes and fatigue in her eyes made her look a little lifeless.

After Liang Jinjin saluted and was about to speak, Master Zhuyue waved his hand and said, "I already know that this trip to the north is not easy. It is not easy for you to come back alive. As for your senior brothers and sisters, it is fate. I can't blame anyone." ”

Liang Jinjin said softly, "Senior brothers and sisters all died for our disciples. Please punish me, master."

Zhuyue Zhenren smiled and said, "What's the point of punishment? It's not you who killed your senior brothers and sisters. Since you didn't kill each other in the same sect, you are not guilty. If you didn't get that thing, it's a fate. You don't need to blame yourself."

Liang Jinjin was startled, but he quickly took out the things he had obtained from Xiaoshan Sect and handed them to Zhuyue Zhenren, "Disciple is fortunate to have lived up to his fate. Although he failed to return with his brothers and sisters, fortunately he found this ”

Master Zhuyue took it and looked at it, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and asked curiously, "How did you obtain this object?"

Liang Jinjin opened his mouth and quickly talked about what he had encountered along the way. Of course, he had already thought about how to say it beforehand, so there were not many problems.

After listening to this, Master Zhuyue said with emotion, "It's really hard on you, it's really not easy, but your senior brothers and sisters deserved their death."

Afterwards, Zhuyue Zhenren comforted Liang Jinjin for a few words and asked her to go back and rest.

Looking at his master's back, Liang Jinjin didn't feel much joy. On the contrary, he seemed particularly unfamiliar with his master's anomalies.

After returning to his residence, Liang Jinjin sat in front of the window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, but he was a little absent-minded.

What came to mind instead was the figure of that man.

Liang Jinjin's cheeks were slightly red and he sighed secretly, but after a moment, he held his cheek again and thought of the man's upper body covered with scars.

I couldn't help but sigh.

What has he been through?

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Luming Temple, a small temple in the back mountain.

These days, the old monk may feel that he has been

It was too boring to stay in the temple, so I simply sat on the threshold. The sun was good today, a rare warm spring sun, but the warm sunshine fell on the old monk's face, but it still couldn't warm him. All the ravines on the face are illuminated, and those things hidden in the wrinkles never see the light of day.

Under the sun, flying dust was flying in the air on the dusty robes of the old monk. The old monk looked down, with no emotion in his cloudy eyes.

The old monk squinted slightly and looked at the warm sun shining in the sky. In fact, the monks had a different name for the sun, called Tianxing.

However, the more widely circulated saying among the people is that the words "sun" and "celestial star" only exist among many elderly monks and those classics.

The old monk sat on the threshold for a moment, then vaguely saw someone dressed in black coming from a distance.

This scene made the old monk, who had lived for who knows how many years, feel a little dazed for a moment. He had spent most of his life in this small temple and had no friends. Maybe he had, but they had been there long ago. He left with no disciples. Over the years, although he occasionally gave guidance to some monks in the temple, he did not have the title of master or disciple. On the contrary, the Daliang Guoshi, who was known as the demon monk, was really regarded by him as his disciple. It's a pity that there is still no name of master and disciple. Now, the Daliang Imperial Master has passed away many years ago.

The once young monk also liked to wear black clothes.

Now I saw another young monk who liked to wear black clothes.

The old monk remembered many stories in an instant, and finally couldn't help but sigh.

The young monk came to the front of the temple, stopped slowly, and saluted the old monk in front of him.

The old monk is the highest-ranking and longest-lived person in Luming Temple. No matter who he is, he is a junior in front of him.

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the young monk in front of him without speaking.

The two monks, one old and one young, stared at each other for a long time.

The old monk sighed and said, "Since you want to start over, why did you change your mind? It's not easy to practice. You have to walk these roads again. Don't you think it's boring?"

The young monk smiled and said, "You have been walking forward for a long time. Do you see what the scenery is at the end?"

The old monk sighed, "The road is long, who dares to say that you can reach the end?"

"Then have you ever thought that this road is wrong?" The young monk smiled and said, "Maybe it was wrong from the beginning, so no matter how you walk, you can never reach the end."

The old monk said, "How long have you lived? You dare to say that?"

The young monk said, "You have lived for a long time, but you have been in this temple all your life. In fact, there is no difference from living for a few years."

The old monk smiled, but when he smiled, the wrinkles on his face were moved, looking a little weird. It can't be seen that he is smiling at all, but it is uglier than crying.

He has lived for many years, and no one dared to speak so rudely in front of him, even the monk who was called the demon monk at the beginning.

"It seems that you have really changed a lot." The old monk said softly, "Different."

The young monk smiled and said, "I am not the old friend you know."

The old monk smiled but said nothing.

The young monk slowly knelt down and said softly, "I want to listen to your Zen."

The old monk was surprised and said, "Since you have already started to participate in worldly Zen, what is good about my Zen."

The old monk has been practicing secluded Zen for a lifetime. No one in the world knows more about this than him. If the young monk is still practicing secluded Zen, then he will naturally be the candidate to inherit his mantle. But since the other party has changed to participating in worldly Zen, the paths of the two have long been different.

Talking at the same time, they are not the same.

The young monk said piously, "All rivers return to the sea, all things return to one, in fact, they are all the same."

The old monk did not speak, but just looked at the young monk in front of him quietly.

He seemed to want to see what was under his black clothes, and whether the heart inside his body was still the same heart.

In just a moment, everything around him stopped instantly. The falling leaves were suspended in the air, the birds in the distance stopped singing, and even the wind between heaven and earth stopped flowing.

The old monk slowly raised his skinny arms, and no dust fell with his movements.

The old monk has lived for many years, and his realm is very high. Although he may not be the most murderous cultivator, he is probably the most mysterious cultivator. His mystery is much more mysterious than that of the Sword Sect Master. The world knows that the Sword Sect Master is unparalleled in swordsmanship, but not many people have seen him or seen him use his sword, so the Sword Sect Master is known as the most mysterious cultivator in the world, but the old monk in front of him, I am afraid that not even many people know him.

What he wants to do, the young monk can't stop him, what he wants to know, I think the young monk can't hide it.

But his hand never fell on the young monk's head.

It's not that he can't, but that he doesn't want to.

He doesn't want to be involved in this cause and effect.

After an unknown amount of time, the old monk took back his hand, the wind began to flow, the birds in the distance began to sing, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground.

The old monk sighed, "Since the road is different, why listen to my Zen, I have no Zen to tell you."

The young monk slowly raised his head and whispered, "In this case, please abolish your disciple's cultivation."

The old monk looked at him and said, "Do you really want to start over and leave no room?"

The young monk nodded and whispered, "No destruction, no establishment."

The old monk was silent for a long time and said, "I have seen many young people, but they all died."

A very interesting sentence, but it seemed a little inexplicable.

The young monk said, "It is not a shame to die on the road."

After hearing this, the old monk did not intend to persuade him, but looked at the young monk.

The young monk frowned slightly, and then a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The whole person trembled and almost fell down.

After a moment, the young monk slowly stood up and kowtowed three times to the old monk in front of him.

Then he stood up with great effort and whispered, "I hope we will never meet again in this life."

The old monk did not speak.

The young monk turned around and walked slowly.

Step by step, it was very difficult.

The old monk glanced at the star in the sky and said nothing.

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After leaving the northern border, Yu Xiyi walked slowly all the way south. Although this young swordsman who remembered the story of the year looked free and easy when he left the northern border, how could he be so easy-going in his heart? Therefore, all the way south, he not only did not fly a sword, but chose to walk, and he did not walk fast. He had to rest for a while after walking for a while. When he arrived in Changping Prefecture, it was actually half a decade later.

In this half a decade, he walked slowly and thought a lot.

More and more distressed.

However, after entering Changping Prefecture, the weather became much warmer. Yu Xiyi stopped in a county town, entered a restaurant, and drank for half a day.

Then he left the county town and rushed to Bailu Prefecture.

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Bailu Prefecture has always been full of bookish atmosphere, not only reflected in the fact that there are scholars everywhere in Bailu Prefecture, but also in the fact that many place names are quite interesting. They are not randomly chosen, but quoted from classics, just like the word Zhulu Prefecture, which comes from a very famous poet in the previous dynasty.

However, the Baohe Town in Zhulu County seems to be raised by a stepmother, so there is no such obedience. The town is named after the Baoshui River that runs through the town.

It seems a bit random.

But there is a special kind of soil in the Baoshui River, called Baotu, which is really a good material for making inkstones. Therefore, this town has been making inkstones for generations. The Baohe inkstone is also known as one of the top ten inkstones in Bailu Prefecture. I don’t know how many literati love this inkstone.

Yu Xiyi just passed by the stone bridge outside the town and saw that the Baohe River was full of local residents digging soil.

After standing for a while, Yu Xiyi swept his eyes among these people, but did not see any familiar figures among them. He breathed a sigh of relief and was a little disappointed. However, before he walked down the stone bridge, many children ran over from the stone bridge at the entrance of the town. Many children held kites in their hands and seemed to be going to fly kites outside the town. The children were in high spirits. When they passed by Yu Xiyi, they only looked at the young man a few more times and did not think much about this unfamiliar guy. At this moment, they only had kites in their hearts and would not think about anything else.

Yu Xiyi smiled and was about to enter the town when he saw a child lying on the side of the stone bridge, looking down with eager eyes. He stretched his neck and tilted his body, and was about to fall into the water.

Yu Xiyi came behind him and lifted the child's collar to save him from being a drowned chicken.

There were many townspeople digging in the river. If the child fell into the river, he would be rescued soon. However, his clothes were wet. When he returned home, he would have to eat fried meat on a bamboo board.

The child who was saved from falling into the river by someone's help was relieved at first, then a little regretful, and finally looked at the strange young man in front of him and said thank you with a smile.

Yu Xiyi listened to the pure Bailuxu accent, and felt nostalgic. He asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Yu Xiyi's accent was actually similar to Bailuxu. After all, Huanglongzhou and Bailuxu were adjacent to each other, and the accents of the two sides were not much different. However, the child could tell that Yu Xiyi was a foreigner at once. After a pause, the child asked, "Are you here to buy an inkstone? My inkstone is very good and cheap. Do you want to buy it from my house?"

Yu Xiyi smiled but did not say anything, but pointed to the stone bridge.

The child realized it a little later, smiled shyly, and whispered, "There is an ancient sword hanging under the bridge. I heard from the elders that it is used to suppress the evil dragon in the river. I want to see it."

"Since you want to see it, why don't you go to the riverside to see it? It's obviously in a better position there."

Yu Xiyi raised his eyebrows.

Since ancient times, there have been legends that there are evil dragons living in rivers, so when building bridges between rivers, a dragon-suppressing sword must be hung under the bridge to suppress the evil dragon and ensure peace and prosperity.

"My mother won't let me go to the river to play, saying that if I get washed away by the river, I'll die." The child scratched his head and whispered, "Actually, I can swim, but my mother won't let me."

Yu Xiyi said, "Why don't you go fly kites with them?"

The child looked disdainful, "I don't like flying kites, what's the point of that."

I originally thought that the child's family was poor and his parents couldn't even afford a kite. Now looking at his appearance, he doesn't like this kind of thing at all, so he chose to watch the Dragon-Suppressing Sword under the bridge here alone.

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "Let me guess, do you want to be a sword immortal?"

The child looked surprised and said in disbelief, "How do you know?!"

Yu Xiyi said, "It's not hard to guess."

The child gave Yu Xiyi a thumbs up, but then sighed, "The closest person to a sword immortal in this town is Uncle Liu, the blacksmith in the east of the town, but he doesn't forge swords, so it's boring."

Yu Xiyi said seriously, "Isn't a butcher better than a blacksmith?"

The child was speechless for a while, what is this guy talking about.

Yu Xiyi smiled, "I also want to see the Dragon-Suppressing Sword, are you going?"

He had been thinking about this matter all along, and now listening to Yu Xiyi talking about it, it naturally aroused his thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively asked, "You won't let me fall into the river, right?"

Yu Xiyi nodded.

So the two who had just met came to the river and looked under the stone bridge. Sure enough, they saw a rusty iron sword hanging under the stone bridge.

The child was yearning, but before he could say anything, Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "I guess you must have thought a hundred times that one day you would run away from home with this sword and become an invincible swordsman."

The child was surprised as if he had seen a ghost, "How do you know everything?!"

Yu Xiyi still answered with three words "not difficult to guess".

The child was a little discouraged, but soon said with some disdain, "This sword can't even be called a sword. If you take it to the world, you might be laughed at."

Yu Xiyi nodded and agreed with him, "It was originally an ordinary iron sword. In addition, I don't know how many years it has been, and how much wind, frost, rain and snow it has suffered. Now, let alone using it to kill people, it's hard to pull it out. Maybe when you pull it out, only half of it will be left, and the other half will be rusted in the scabbard."

The child laughed.

Yu Xiyi said, "So don't think about taking it away secretly. Without the Dragon-Suppressing Sword, who in this town would not treat you as a criminal?"

The child was already used to having his thoughts exposed again.

He glanced at the young man in front of him and asked again, "Are you here to buy an inkstone?"

Yu Xiyi did not answer directly, but asked, "Do you think I look like a scholar?"

The child nodded, then shook his head.

Yu Xiyi didn't say much, just smiled and said, "Looking for someone, but you can also buy an inkstone by the way. I heard that your Baohe inkstone is one of the top ten famous inkstones in Bailu Prefecture."

The child is also an honest person. He frowned and then said in one breath, "It was like this in the early years, but in recent years, there have been more and more inkstones made. Some people are not good enough and do not do well, which has lowered the reputation of Baohe Inkstone." , what do you mean... there are mixed results between good and bad? Yes, anyway, if you want to buy an inkstone, you'd better be smart, you may not be able to buy a good inkstone. I don't mean that you have to buy my inkstone to do business. According to my mother, this kind of thing is not about friendship, but don’t say this everywhere to offend others. "

The child's words were so old-fashioned that Yu Xiyi couldn't help laughing.

Yu Xiyi quickly smiled and said, "So where is your shop? Take me there?"

The child thought for a while and hesitated.

Yu Xiyi saw the concern of the child in front of him and said with a smile, "I understand. If you go back now, you will probably be left to look at the shop, and you won't be able to run around. So you don't want to go back, but you think you have business, so you should take me with you?" "

The child rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Yu Xiyi asked, "What's your name?"

The child said, "Yellow River, yellow is the yellow of the Yellow River, and the river is the river of the Yellow River."

Yu Xiyi clicked his tongue and said, "You are good at talking nonsense. If you write that kind of storybook in the future, you must be a good hand."

Huang He must have made up his mind and said, "Forget it, I'll take you there."

Yu Xiyi was not in a hurry, but said, "It's still early anyway, should I find someone first? Let's make an appointment. When you've had enough fun, let's meet here and then go to your house to buy an inkstone?"

Huang He asked curiously, "Who are you looking for? I know everyone in this town."

Yu Xiyi shook his head, "I won't tell you."

Huang He said disdainfully, "When I saw that you were looking for your sweetheart, you must be a mediocre person, and you were afraid of being embarrassed when you met your sweetheart, so you were so hesitant."

Yu Xiyi couldn't laugh or cry.

However, he was about to walk into the town alone soon, but Huang He ran all the way to catch up, "Anyway, you have never been to this place, and you may not be able to find anyone if you look for it. Why don't I take you for a walk? I happen to be bored too." "

Yu Xiyi thought for a while and nodded.

So the big one went into town.

In a Baohe town, the high and low houses are filled with the fragrance of ink, and the streets are dotted with countless inkstone shops. It is not surprising that the residents of a small town point to these things for living. Yu Xiyi walked slowly. Okay, listen to the Yellow River's thoughts in your ears and don't take it seriously.

As for how to tell the quality of inkstones, this genius swordsman who has reached the other side realm at a young age does not care. If nothing happens, he will almost never have anything to do with these things in his life.

This was actually not the first time he had come to this town. It was just that the last time he came here, it felt like a lifetime ago.

He stopped and walked, deliberately not approaching the alley in his memory, but wandering around other parts of the town like a headless fly.

Huang He was boring. After talking so much, he found that the strange young man in front of him was not interested either, so he was a little discouraged. Just when he was about to get angry and stop leaving, Yu Xiyi turned to look at him and said, "You can ask me outside." I know more about things than you do.”

Huang He was startled, and then asked, "Who is the most amazing swordsman in the world now?"

Yu Xiyi said calmly, "Master of the Sword Sect."

"Sword Sect?"

Yu Xiyi said patiently, "There is only one sect in the world where all swordsmen are cultivators. It is in Huanglongzhou. If you really have the opportunity to travel far away and want to be a swordsman, you can go to this sect, but no Easy to find, depends on luck.”

Huang He became interested and asked curiously, "How powerful is the master of the Sword Sect?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "It's not very powerful."

"But it's better than any other sword cultivator in the world."

Yu Xiyi bought two candy figures on the roadside and handed one to Huang He. The latter took it unceremoniously, put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Where is the best sword in the world?"

"It's hard to say. There is a place called Jianqi Mountain, which specializes in casting flying swords. They are the sword immortals you call. Most people get their swords from there. That place makes them every hundred years. Forging a century-old sword means that within a hundred years, that sword will be the sharpest in the world. A few years ago, it happened to be the century-old period. Jianqi Mountain forged a sword called Weedao, which was called Weedao. Yu Xiyi’s sword cultivator took him away, and that person is from the sword sect.”

Huang He raised his eyebrows

, "I seem to have heard of this name."

Yu Xiyi's heart moved, but his expression remained unchanged.

"But why is that sword called Weed? The name is too casual."

Huang He didn't like the name of this sword from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Xiyi didn't say much, just looked into the distance.

Then Huang He asked many questions that he was usually interested in, most of which were about the Sword Immortal.

In fact, it's quite reasonable. What young man doesn't want to be a suave swordsman?

Yu Xiyi smiled and answered most of the child's questions without being impatient.

One big and one small, one question and one answer, which is quite harmonious.

Huang He finally asked, "What about you, are you a sword cultivator?"

Yu Xiyi turned to look at him and asked, "Then have you seen my sword?"

Huang He really looked Yu Xiyi up and down and didn't find the so-called flying sword, so he shook his head with some disappointment.

Yu Xiyi said, "It's not that easy to become a sword cultivator. I don't think you have much hope."

Yu Xiyi had seen this kid's bones before and found that he really had no talent for practicing swordsmanship.

Huang He frowned and said, "Do you understand?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "That's nonsense."

Huang He was a little disappointed. Maybe his long-held dream was being mentioned in this way. Whether it was a joke or not, he felt a little disappointed.

Yu Xiyi consoled him, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you can't become a swordsman. You can be a martial artist. I know a guy who is very good at cutting people with a knife."

"What's the point? What's the difference between being a pig butcher?" Huang He obviously didn't catch a cold.

Yu Xiyi laughed. Now the young martial artist in the Liang Dynasty was called a pig-killer by this guy. Next time Yu Xiyi sees Chen Chao, he must ridicule him.

However, the two of them walked around and chatted, and soon it got dark.

Huang He, who had already finished eating the candy but was still chewing on the stick, slapped his forehead and said, "It's done, we've closed the stall at home!"

Yu Xiyi didn't take it seriously, "Just pretend that the deal hasn't been completed, it's not a big problem."

Huang He looked at Yu Xiyi in front of him and suddenly asked, "Are you still looking for someone?"

Yu Xiyi shook his head and said, "I won't look for it anymore. It's enough to look around."

Huang He didn't understand how Yu Xiyi became so fast, but after gritting his teeth, he looked at Yu Xiyi and said, "I'll give you an inkstone!"

Yu Xiyi shook his head and said, "Don't even think about secretly going home to get it. If your mother finds out, won't you be allowed to have a meal of fried meat on bamboo boards?"

Huang He raised his head, "If mother knew that you saved me once and invited me to eat candy, I would also give you a piece!"

Yu Xiyi snorted and joked, "It seems like your family's life is not going to be too good."

A businessman can only make a profit if he has too much profit. If he has too much compassion, let alone anything else, he is not suitable for doing business.

Huang He rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you want it?"

Yu Xiyi took out his money bag from his arms and said, "How about I buy one piece?"

Huang He clicked his tongue and said, "You are quite rich."

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "You can take it yourself, as much as you want. Then I will wait for you on the stone bridge for only half an hour. If you can't find me, just think that I will give you an inkstone."

Huang He thought for a while, and finally reached out and took out a Daliang Tongbao from Yu Xiyi's money bag, and ran away.

Yu Xiyi put away his money bag and smiled without saying a word.

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Huang He trotted all the way, and soon passed through several streets and rushed in from an alley. As soon as he arrived in front of the door, a woman had been waiting here for a long time. Looking at the woman, Huang He let out a guilty cry. Mother.

The woman raised her eyebrows and asked, "Where did you go to spend the whole day wandering?"

Huang He raised his head and said with a smile, "No, just wandering around the town."

The woman, who was already old but still looked the same as when she was young, raised her hand to strike, but she lowered her hand when Huang He said "good mother". But just when the child thought he had escaped, the woman He grabbed Huang He's ears and said, "With the same virtue as your father, his mouth looks like it has been covered with honey."

The man who had been making inkstones in the house was a little dissatisfied and said, "What? Wife, you have really slandered our father and son. Who in this town doesn't know that you, my wife, are the best?"

The woman clicked her tongue and said, "Starting again?"

As he said these words, the man with hands full of dirt walked out with a simple and honest look on his face, "Daughter-in-law, what you said is wrong. I am famous for my honesty in this town, and I can say that I tell the truth."

The woman let go of Huang He's ears and didn't bother to argue with the father and son.

However, after Huang He rubbed his ears, he quickly talked about what he had seen today, and then said with a smile, "My dear mother, I want to give him an inkstone, the best kind!"

He waved a large Liang Tongbao in his hand, but he couldn't find enough to buy an inkstone.

The woman sighed and said, "Our family will break up sooner or later."

The man smiled and said, "My wife is here, so we can't leave!"

Huang He knew that his mother had agreed, so he quickly went to choose a good inkstone, and then trotted out. The man turned around and went back to the house to continue making the inkstone. The woman hurried out of the yard and shouted, "Run slowly, Stop falling."

But now, wherever there was any trace of the child, he had already disappeared without a trace.

The woman sighed, and just as she turned around, she turned around again.

There was no one at the entrance of the alley.

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Huang He ran all the way to the stone bridge outside the town, but didn't see the figure. He murmured, "It's not even half an hour?"

He was a little disappointed, but when he was thinking about walking back, he happened to bump into Yu Xiyi walking out of the town.

"Where have you been?" Huang He was a little angry.

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "I'm looking for someone."

Huang He was startled and asked curiously, "Have you found it?"

Yu Xiyi nodded.

Huang He realized later, "So you already knew where the person you were looking for was, but you just didn't dare to see him? Did you just muster up the courage?"

"Half right."

Huang He asked curiously, "Are you really your sweetheart?"

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "It used to be, but now her sweetheart is not me."

Huang He comforted, "You are so pitiful."

Yu Xiyi didn't take it seriously, and just said, "When I was young, I was just like you, thinking that one day I would take the Dragon-Suppressing Sword under the bridge, go out into the world, and become the unparalleled Sword Immortal in the world, but it's not that easy."

Huang He looked at Yu Xiyi with some sympathy.

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "I'm serious, you won't be a Sword Immortal in this life, but I still have a chance."

Huang He scolded, "Aren't you repaying kindness with enmity?!"

Yu Xiyi laughed.

Huang He stuffed the inkstone into his hand.

The sky gradually darkened, and Huang He was going home.

Yu Xiyi put away the inkstone and said goodbye to Huang He.

"Can we meet again?"

After all, he was a child, and he always felt sad when he was about to leave.

Yu Xiyi said, "We'll meet if we're destined to."

Huang He said, "Oh," and said goodbye, and then walked towards the town.

"Huang He!"

But after walking a few steps, Huang He heard someone calling him from behind.

He turned his head with a puzzled look on his face. Yu Xiyi stood in the middle of the stone bridge and looked at him, smiling, "You gave me an inkstone, how about I give you something?"

Huang He shook his head and said, "I've received money! I don't want your things."

Yu Xiyi smiled and said, "No problem."

Before he finished speaking, a flying sword appeared in front of him and hovered.

Huang He widened his eyes and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"What's the point of looking at that broken iron sword? I'll show you the best flying sword in the world."

Yu Xiyi looked at the weeds in front of him and whispered, "Let me show you the sword fairy."

As he spoke, Yu Xiyi had already stepped on the flying sword weeds. Who would not say that he was a sword fairy at this moment?

Huang He opened his mouth wide and was shocked.

Yu Xiyi flew on the sword.

"The past is gone, and only one sword is left to kill the monsters!"

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At the entrance of the town, a woman hurried over, and at this moment she was already in tears.

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This chapter has 10,000 words, which is more than three chapters if you split it up. If I don’t play tricks, I still owe you four chapters.