After autumn, the temperature dropped, and Jiangning City was still prosperous as usual. Trains, horses, pedestrians, green-clothed sedan chairs, peddlers and peddlers came and went on the long streets of Qingshi, and wide streets and narrow alleys.

The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves fall by the Qinhuai River, the water in the river is clear, and the pleasure boats are still continuous. The water is slightly slow, and sometimes women are grouped to rinse clothes, and sometimes laughter and joy.

It was early morning and the rising sun was rising. People had already started their busy schedule. Under a locust tree by the river, a 16 or 17-year-old boy was wielding there with a red sword, with a gorgeous but disorganized light.

But there were three or five children standing by, watching them with great enthusiasm, staring at them, and sometimes applauding.

After a while, the boy stopped the sword with a smile, turned around and asked the child if he wanted to learn his peerless sword technique. The child immediately looked excited and lit his little head.

Seeing this, the boy jumped gently, broke down five or six branches of locust tree trees, and used the long sword in his hand to cut it into a rough wooden sword, and divided it with the children.

The children cheered a few times, and waved the wooden sword in their hands pretending to be like a swordsman.

The boy smiled and led several children to dance swords together. The sword style was slowly set. The children followed suit and then started to draw.

Passersby passed by and saw the movements of the boy and the children, and all sighed secretly. The boy was young and did not study and ask questions, seeking fame, but was playing with the children here. This was a waste of this wonderful time.

The boy didn't care about the fingers and pointed by the passers-by, and still led a few children to play with the sword style. Occasionally, some children did it tilted and slanted, and the boy would correct his movements step by step. The children were also very excited and cooperated with the boy's movements with serious expressions.

After practicing like this for a long time, the boy saw that the children were sweating and breathing slightly, so he stopped the professor and gave the children some rest.

"Brother, what kind of sword technique are you doing?" A girl with two small braids waved the wooden sword twice and asked.

The boy touched her head and said with a smile: "This is called Zhiyang Wuji's sword technique to open mountains and break rivers. If you practice it to great success, you can open mountains and break rivers with one sword, which will shock the world."

When the girl and the children around her heard this, she looked at Venus and admired her: "That's amazing, then I can become a heroine if I learn to do so."

The boy laughed: "That's natural, the little girl. After the magical power is perfect, fight with others at that time. Don't forget the name of my master. My name is Xu Zilingha."

The girl raised her little face and nodded seriously.

However, the boy shook his head gently, smiled, put away his sword and was about to leave. Before leaving, he said, "I will be here tomorrow and teach you my invincible sword technique."

Several children cheered again.

On the second floor of a tea shop dozens of meters away, a woman leaned against the window and saw the movements of the children and boys just now. Her lips curled up slightly and she smiled slightly.

Looking from outside, I saw the woman wearing a gauze scarf and unable to see her face clearly.

After a while, a servant came to the woman's table and said softly: "Miss, I have confirmed my goal to go to the Qinhuai River tonight to watch the Mid-Autumn Night View."

The woman nodded slightly.

The servant stopped talking and turned around and left.

Then the woman put her sleeves on her legs, and two huge spiders crawled out of it and spun around the woman's legs. Because it was under the table, the tea shop next to her did not notice anything abnormal here.

The woman's fat-like fingers gently stroked Qing and Zi's two spiders, but her eyes were very complicated, with pampering, sadness, and hatred.

When Xu Ziling returned to the courtyard where he lived on weekdays, he heard a Manichae disciple saying that Fang Baihua had left Jiangning and headed for Hangzhou.

Fang Baihua left without saying goodbye, and Xu Ziling was immediately indifferent to his interest, and had to let him go. However, what he cared more about Fang Baihua's attitude, and he left without saying goodbye. He really had no feelings for him? Even though he didn't know why, he was sincere to Fang Baihua.

Xu Ziling is also a cheerful person. If he can’t figure it out, he will stop thinking about it. When he meets Fang Baihua in the future, he will ask in person.

After lunch, when he was free, Xu Ziling continued to practice swords in the yard. Over the years, Fang Baihua has given him more or less guidance a few times a day. Although he practiced swords late, his understanding of sword intent was a thousand miles a day. In addition, the sword in his hand, Chi Xiao, although he lacked the experience of fighting formations, his power of using sword techniques was almost the same as that of ordinary swordsmen.

However, he taught children's sword skills in the morning, but he created the sword skills based on the Wudang Dan Sword. The moves were very shallow and could only be used to consolidate the energy and concentrate the sword intent, not to kill the enemy. The sword skills he practiced at this time were the only sword skills he passed on by Fang Baihua, called the Juque Four Styles, which is said to be the unique skill of a sect in Zhanlu Mountain, Fuzhou.

Four styles are: forward, reverse, vertical, and sweep left and right. Although this sword move is ordinary and clumsy, it can make a thousand pounds and use force to break the cleverness, which is just suitable for Xu Ziling's Pure Yang Sword Chixiao.

After becoming familiar with the essence of swordsmanship, Xu Ziling practiced it many times, but it was often unsatisfactory. Just as this was the case, the Chixiao Sword was waving horizontally and vertically in Xu Ziling's hand. It seemed to be full of energy and the sword energy was terrifying, but after a closer look, it was exactly like an ordinary slashing.

However, the magical intention of swordsmanship in the world begins with existence and returns to non-existence. We should not stick to moves, but change. Only by using tricks and transformations without moves can we win by surprise. But this is also the peak of swordsmanship. Today, few people can reach this level.

Although it was not true, Xu Ziling decided to practice, hoping to understand the true meaning of sword technique from shallow to deep, as soon as possible. Due to the sword's demand for strength, every move is full of strength, and his arms are sore and numb. When it was really unbearable, Xu Ziling took a rest for a while before continuing to practice.

Until the evening, Fang Jie returned to the yard and saw Xu Ziling practicing swords. He walked to the side and said, "Brother Xu, stop practicing, go out and have fun."

He raised his hand and put the sword in the sheath. Xu Ziling wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and said, "It's still early, so it's not too late to take a break and then go."

Fang Jie looked at the fiery red sky and felt that it was still a while before darkness. He looked at Xu Ziling, who looked tired and said, "Well, you are afraid that you will scare the girl away later, so hurry up and wash your clothes to change."

Xu Ziling also felt a little thick and greasy, so he nodded, put down Chixiao in his hand, and went to take a shower and change his clothes.

Fang Jie was bored in the yard, so he picked up the Chixiao sword that Xu Ziling placed on the stone table and played with. When he bought the long sword, he felt a little hot and unbearable, and he had a hidden sense of resistance. Fang Jie secretly praised him that this sword was so spiritual.

After a while, Xu Ziling changed into a white robe and walked out. Although he was only seventeen years old, his face was still childish, but he was tall and straight and practiced martial arts all year round, but his muscles were not obvious. His white clothes and handsome face made him look quite literary.

Seeing him come out, Fang Jie took his sword and handed it over, saying, "Let's go."

Xu Ziling took Chi Xiao, tied it around her waist, and walked out the door with Fang Jie.

At this time, the night started to rise, but the entire Jiangning City was already in the midst of bright lights and wine. There were more people on the streets, walking in groups of three or three on the stone steps, talking and joking, and being lively.

The streets on the Qinhuai River under the night are the most dazzling scenery in Jiangning. Compared with the previous few days, the streets during the Mid-Autumn Festival were even more gorgeous. The road was full of lanterns and colorful. Occasionally, a team of dancing dragons beat gongs and drums across the street. The river surface is full of magnificent pleasure boats, from wealthy merchants or wealthy brothels, with several boats marching on the Qinhuai River, like a water fairy palace.

Being among the cheerful crowd, Xu Ziling couldn't help feeling a little lonely. He looked at Fang Jie on the side and asked, "Why don't you go back with Sister Baihua?"

Fang Jie had long been used to it and looked indifferent: "As long as the money is in hand, it's not a good place to be free and easy. I want to do so much."

Xu Ziling looked at the crowds of people in the distance, and walked straight over without saying anything.

In order to accumulate fame, merchants often take advantage of various festivals to hold poetry meetings and invite talented people from all walks of life to participate. If a talented man is amazing and wins a reputation in the poetry meeting, the merchant family to which the poetry club belongs will also rise and become known to people.

At this time, Xu Ziling saw four big words "Qiyuan Poetry Meeting" posted on a building on the street. Someone walked in intermittently. After reading it, Xu Ziling had to chuckle and shake his head. When he was young, he learned some words and read some Four Books and Five Classics. However, after following his master, he read all the boxing and swords and music. How could he understand these elegant things about literati?

After watching for a moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure entering the gate of the building. Looking closely at the old master Chen who was yesterday, he couldn't help but feel confused. Could this man be quite talented? Thinking of the impression that the man gave him last night, he smiled unconsciously and continued to walk along the street.

Walking along the street, there are more and more people. Some vendors are carrying baskets and selling various lanterns, some performing their talents at night with lights, and even red cards from brothels throwing hydrangea balls to receive guests. The nearby river surface is slowly covered with glowing river lanterns, swaying in the water, as gorgeous as stars.

Xu Ziling walked through it, as if he was walking around the flower, but he was in a good mood.

Compared with the affair and revenge in the world, this harmonious event makes people yearn for even more. On weekdays, when the Mid-Autumn Festival is held, family and couples will come out to enjoy the moon, lanterns, and eat moon cakes together.

As he walked, Xu Ziling felt something was wrong. When he turned around, he found that Fang Jie was missing. However, with his skills, he continued to watch the lively scene along the street. He looked around, like a rural villager who had first entered the city.

After walking a few more steps, Xu Ziling saw two figures of water lanterns by the river. They were the two sisters of yesterday, and then walked up slowly.

As soon as they walked behind the two sisters, the two girls who put down the water lamp turned over and saw Xu Ziling.

Ye Qinghe, who was originally smiling, changed her face instantly, widened her eyes, pouted her mouth, and stared at Xu Ziling fiercely. She ate this bastard kick in Xinyage yesterday, and her butt is still a little sore, and she is embarrassed and angry when she thinks about it.

Seeing his sister's expression, Ye Qingzhu was really afraid that the two of them would fight again here, so she quickly grabbed her sister and said to Xu Ziling: "Young Master Xu. You can also watch the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala."

Xu Ziling nodded: "I originally planned to stroll around, but when I saw you, I came over to say hello."

"If Mr. Xu is alone, you might as well go shopping with us. Many companions are also lively." Ye Qingzhu said softly when he saw Xu Ziling alone.

"I don't want to be with him." Ye Qinghe said coldly.

"Sister~" Ye Qingzhu called her softly.

"Hmph!" Ye Qinghe snorted and turned her head away.

Ye Qingzhu smiled and looked into the distance and said to Xu Ziling, "Young Master Xu, let's go over there together."

Xu Ziling nodded slightly and walked forward side by side with her. He didn't have to be with them, but having a companion is better than alone.
Chapter completed!