Zhou Qingmu, dressed in white, was in the room, practicing one move after another. Zhou Qingmu had always longed for swordsmanship. In Li Qiubai's book "The True Explanation of Sword Controlling," there are only three lines at the beginning: "Learning swords must be done with sincerity and reverence."

To hold the sword, you must have the responsibility to do justice for heaven; to draw the sword, you must act with a clear conscience." The font is vigorous and powerful, like the sword's energy.

Just three lines of words caused Zhou Qingmu to think deeply. Before he learned the sword, he had no sincerity. He mostly just yearned for the legend in the world about a certain swordsman who crossed the river with his sword and took people's heads with flying swords, which was so satisfying.

The power and freedom of Jianghu. In the past, what he understood as cultivation was nothing more than cultivation, breakthrough and fighting. Now after seeing the three lines written by Li Qiubai, the young man who had just stepped into the path of cultivating immortals had an idea of ​​the word "cultivation" for the first time.

Changed outlook.

The reason why Zhou Qingmu is willing to embark on this path of spiritual practice is not because he wants to be invincible in the world, nor is it because he will die in less than three years. These are not what Zhou Qingmu really thinks about. Since he was a child,

The young man had a bigger doubt in his heart. He even wanted to know why his parents died at the hands of others. The young man has been alive for more than ten years and has survived in a remote town until now. He can support

The most important thing in his heart to get to where he is today is nothing more than his parents' instructions before they died.

But for the young man who had already walked this path, although he had doubts, Zhou Qingmu also admired the swordsman master he was apprenticed to from the bottom of his heart. This young swordsman wearing a bamboo hat had his own unparalleled belief in his practice.

Walked down.

The young man engraved these three lines of words deeply in his mind, took the ancient long sword with patina on the blade, and waved it over and over again. Although the young man often made mistakes, he corrected and practiced again and again.

With.

...

In a dark room on the fourth floor of Xiao Zhoutian Inn.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar in white clothes was carefully looking through the condolence written by a very famous scholar in the literary world. There were several people in Taoist robes sitting at the same table with him.

The middle-aged men were discussing some issue with serious faces at this time. But whenever they asked about the Confucian scholar in white, they always received an extremely casual answer.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a red Taoist robe finally couldn't help his temper. He looked at the white-clothed Confucian scholar who was reading carefully and complimenting him from time to time and said with an unhappy face: "Ye Jing'an, don't be too presumptuous!

Let me ask you again, does the unusual movement in the guest room of Xiao Zhoutian Pavilion yesterday have anything to do with you?"

"Brother Yang, didn't I already tell you that it has nothing to do with me? Why do I still look like I, Ye Jing'an, have done something wrong? I'm just telling the truth. Besides, everyone present is from your sect.

Master, I am a little Confucian who is not good at force and cannot beat you, so I dare not act recklessly here." After hearing this, Ye Jing'an put down the book in his hand and chuckled, and said seriously.

Confucianism? Little people?

After hearing Ye Jing'an's words, all the Taoist masters present looked startled. Their hearts became even more angry. One of the older men in gray robes slapped the table and glared at Ye Jing'an: "This is where we held a meeting to discuss yesterday's phenomenon in the inn.

What do you mean by being so careless in this solemn meeting? Do you think you are looking down on my Taoist sect?"

Ye Jing'an smiled when he heard this, and actually stood up from his seat, picked up the book in his hand, pointed at it, and said: "I have no intention of doing this. It's just because the writing is so wonderful that I can't bear the itch in my heart."

, that’s why I read it during this meeting. This article is really well written, how about I give a copy to Elder Duan to read?”

After saying that, Ye Jing'an threw the book on the table, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Don't always think about knowing too much about some things."

After Ye Jing'an walked out of the room, just as the Taoist seniors were furious, a flying sword flew out of the window and stuck directly on the wooden table in front of everyone. Immediately, a single sentence resounded to everyone present.

people's ears.

Great Zhou Tiancheng, a big city closest to the border of Kanshui Prefecture, has countless Taoist masters and casual cultivators gathered here. At this time, they trembled because of the sword intent that came from nowhere.

...

In the Yimu guest room on the second floor,

After Zhou Qingmu practiced swordplay for more than an hour, he collapsed on the ground because he had not eaten anything and was exhausted. When he came, he had already seen the price of food in this inn, and the result left him speechless.

Naturally, he couldn't afford the money he had. So Zhou Qingmu endured his hunger and thought of finding a stall to have a full meal after he left.

At this time, the young man started to use the Taiqing Condensation Sutra he had learned last night, distracting his attention through practice and resting at the same time.

Not long after, the door to the guest room was pushed open, and Ye Jing'an, dressed in white, walked in with a lunch box in his hand.

"Zhou Qingmu, stop practicing. Come here and eat the food while it's hot, and then tell me about your experience of practicing last night." Ye Jing'an woke up Zhou Qingmu who was practicing.

After a while, Zhou Qingmu, who had eaten and drank enough, informed Ye Jing'an that the spiritual power of heaven and earth that he had incorporated into his physical strength during practice last night had turned into true energy before it was tempered.

"This should be the unique cultivation benefit that this kind of seed brings to you. As I expected, you can reach perfection in this first level of cultivation without any effort. But breaking through too fast is not necessarily a good thing. You can

These qi will be tempered again, which will not only make your qi more pure, but also lay a solid foundation for your subsequent practice." After hearing Zhou Qingmu's story, Ye Jing'an patiently weighed the pros and cons and said

Find out the best way to practice.

"The first level of martial arts is qi training. To judge the level of cultivation, it depends on how many percent of the true qi you have developed. Generally, monks refer to this difference as the level of the qi training state. I look at your current level of true qi.

, after one night, it has reached the third to fourth level. This kind of speed is rare in the entire history of the human race. But it is not impossible. Don't be proud because of this. You still need to practice more. If it is just flashy, it will not be of much use.

"Ye Jing'an said after checking Zhou Qingmu's current energy.

"I sincerely follow Mr.'s teachings."

"Okay, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Take a short rest and then leave with me." Ye Jing'an gave another instruction.

...

Great Zhou Tiancheng was a large city of a certain dynasty in Kanshui Prefecture, with large and small streets intertwined, and pedestrians on the road wearing different styles.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar with gray hair on his temples walked leisurely on the street, and beside him was a young man carrying a sword. The young man from a remote town always looked around and praised him from time to time, as if

I saw a lot of new and strange things.

Just as the young man with the sword in his back was looking at a stage in the city that was filled with singing, he didn't notice that a barefoot old man in ragged clothes appeared at his feet.

"Ouch, old man, my life is so miserable! I have to be stepped on by others when I walk on the road. I can't live!" I saw this old beggar man howling in pain for no reason, as if he had been bullied by a bully.

.

It seems that the old beggar is old and weak, and the sound of howling in pain at this time is extremely loud!

The young man finally came back to his senses. He was suddenly startled and took a step back. He thought that he had only listened to the song "Goulan" for a moment. When did this old man appear at his feet?

The young man was so entranced by the music that he thought he had accidentally stepped on the old man in front of him. He quickly said, "Old sir, I've offended you so much. I'm so sorry! Strange, where is Mr. Ye?"

When Zhou Qingmu apologized to the old beggar, he turned around and found that Mr. Ye who was walking with him had disappeared.

The old beggar at his feet spoke immediately after hearing this, "Hey, boy, what's Mr. Ye, Mr. Liu, don't even think about running away. If you step on me, old man, I will die from pain. I can't care about it."

You must compensate me for what you did."

"Ah, old sir. How do you want me to compensate you? I can take you to a nearby drugstore or medical center to find a doctor to take a look at the disease. If there is really any problem, of course, these juniors can pay for the medicine." See Zhou Qingmu.

The old man in front of him was still full of reluctance, so he offered to take him to see a doctor.

Unexpectedly, the old man in rags started to howl again after hearing this. The young man didn't know what to do, so he had to wait for the old man to finish his howl.

The old man wiped away the extremely cheap tears with his old hands. After howling bitterly for a while, he saw through his fingers that the young man was indifferent. The lion actually spread his right hand wide open: "Five hundred taels, even one penny less will be lost."

Don’t even think about leaving.”

After the young man heard this, he couldn't help being shocked. I was afraid that even if he sold the young man, he wouldn't be able to afford it for five hundred taels of silver.

"Old sir, I kindly took you to seek medical treatment. But you sit here and raise the price, asking for five hundred taels. How can you let this junior get it?" the young man said angrily.

Just as the old beggar was chattering again, a young ranger with a sword on his waist and a bamboo hat on his head walked towards him. The ranger with the sword picked up the stones on the ground, gently blew away the dust on the surface, and hit the old beggar unceremoniously on the head.

superior.

"Old Man Huang, you are so noisy that you are crying and jabbering. I originally said that I would like to see which man you were beaten by, but it turns out that you are bullying a little kid here. I am really happy, haha

Haha!" The sword-carrying knight scolded the old beggar sitting on the ground, and laughed again as he spoke.

The old beggar touched the spot on his head where he had been hit by the stone thrown by the swordsman. After hearing what the swordsman said, he said angrily: "Children of the Qi family, don't talk nonsense! Even if it's your father.

You have to be courteous to me."

"Come on, I have nothing to do with the Lao Qi family now. Don't compare me with that useless guy." After hearing this, the sword-carrying ranger spread his hands.

Unexpectedly, the old beggar did not accept his problem, but continued to turn to Zhou Qingmu who was at a loss and said: "Little baby, it's okay if you don't have money, just use a drop of your blood to pay off the debt!"

"Ah, this..." Zhou Qingmu scratched his head when he heard this.

The old beggar didn't wait for his reply. He suddenly stretched out one hand to grab Zhou Qingmu, and pressed the other hand directly on Zhou Qingmu's chest.

Although Zhou Qingmu is already a monk in the qi training realm, he still can't get rid of the old beggar's hand after exercising his qi. To be precise, it's not that there is something wrong with Zhou Qingmu's own qi, but that the old man's hand on Zhou Qingmu's chest has an incomparable smell.

The ancient and deep power was just like what Ye Jing'an felt when he was pushed into the mysterious hall. However, the power in the old man's hands also had an unimaginable suction.

In an instant, along with the brief stinging pain in Zhou Qingmu's chest, a ball of blood suddenly gushes out from the young man's chest. The blood fell into the hands of the old beggar and turned into a drop of bright red blood with black gas.

At this moment, Zhou Qingmu suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed behind the old beggar.

Seeing this, the old beggar put away the drop of blood and turned around to look.

I saw the sword-wielding ranger holding the sword and about to chop it down at the old beggar's head. Seeing this, the old beggar suddenly became as light as a swallow. He ducked sideways to avoid the tip of the sword, turned around and ran away to the side alley like the wind blowing from his feet, shouting loudly.

He shouted: "Mom, Qi, you really dare to do something!"

When the sword-carrying knight saw this, he looked contemptuous.

The knight carrying the sword looked at Zhou Qingmu, and his eyes unconsciously drifted to the sword behind the young man, but he quickly looked away and said: "Hello, my name is Qi Yan, I am a swordsman who is not very famous but will be famous soon.

build."

Zhou Qingmu nodded and said: "Hello, my name is Zhou Qingmu."

"Are you okay? Although this old man Huang is not a good person, he has never harmed anyone." asked the sword-carrying ranger who claimed to be swordsman Qi Yan.
To be continued...