Wei Zigeng and Su Qier competed, killing each other back and forth, sometimes with swords, sometimes with plows and rivers, and the front yard that was originally paved with red bricks was now filled with ravines and pits.

"Xia Chan!"

The sword in Su Qier's scabbard trembled like a cicada, and the force of the sword was like a dragonfly touching water. The ripples spread, trembling in the young shopkeeper's heart.

The young man stirred up his energy, pushed out the distracting thoughts in his mind, and then rolled around. He caught the sword and followed it with a kick. This move was one of the Overlord's Armor Removal moves. This marksmanship is worthy of being called

Originated from the killing techniques of the military, it is strange and unusual.

Su Qier's mind was focused on the wooden sword in the young man's hand, and he didn't notice the insidious downward kick. He quickly blocked it with his sword. But the moment he blocked it, the young man put one hand on the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand swept down Su Qi'er.

The boy took three steps back, and the latter took three steps back. He tapped the sheathed sword lightly, and a bright sword light appeared in front of the young man as if it were an illusion.

"Sheath your sword!"

The sword was stopped, and Su Qier stood on the same spot like the legendary immortal, with his hands on his chest and an old old sword in his arms.

"Zi Geng, what do you think of my Jinglingtai swordsmanship?"

The young man sat on the ground, holding a wooden sword in his hand. His eyes shone brightly, then dimmed.

"Will you teach me?"

Su Qier turned around and walked into the ruined temple, took out half a jar of wine from behind the door frame, shook it twice and said.

"I heard that Yuren Winery has recently imitated Guangjiao Minglou, and it has even been said to be the "alley full of amber light" wine. It is even better than Guanquelou in the past. I wonder if it is

What a taste."

Before Wei Zigeng could speak, Wei Ziqing, who was sparring with Zhou Ying on sword skills, stopped and said.

"It must be excellent if it comes from the hand of Aunt Chen, and it is also polished by A Ying's poetry. The Guangjiao Minglou of Yuren Winery will definitely be popular all over the country."

Zhou Ying's pretty face was slightly red, and she didn't say much. Looking at the pure white narrow-mouthed long knife in her hand, no one could compare her with Dong Zhou, who was famous in the Jianghuai area.

Wei Zigeng understood what Su Qier was thinking and said helplessly:

"Guangzhou Brewing Minglou has been sold out since it was opened. The next bottle will have to wait at least two years. Our inn only got one gourd. How about replacing it with Yingke Song? The same is the first grade of aged wine."

Su Qier pretended to think about it, and happily agreed after a cup of tea. He knew it, but he just felt that if he didn't drink two jars of good wine, he always felt that his demeanor as an expert in the world would be much less. As smart as Zhou Ying, seeing

Su Qier agreed to be so decisive, and she immediately guessed something in her mind. She smiled and said nothing.

After a stick of incense, Su Qier pulled out two blue thread-bound books from under the bluestone on the incense table, patted the dust on them, and threw them to the young Wei Zigeng.

"Hey, this is the secret book of my Purifying Platform."

The young man hurriedly took it, fearing that the two secret books would be smashed. One of the two books was called "Fuyao Sword Power" and the other was called "Sword Intent of Mountains and Rivers".

"The force of the sword is the move of the sword. Our Jinglingtai sword technique is famous for its swiftness and length. Its force is like rain hitting banana trees, like water falling on a lake and making ripples. It is as fast as wind. We strive to make a sword as fast as thunder. As for the intention of the sword,

It can only be used as a reference. The sword's intention is like a person's Tao. Everyone's Tao is different. When you establish a Tao in the second-level realm, who is the sword for? Why, it is your Tao."

The young man nodded in understanding, looking at the two secret books in his hand, a light seemed to flash in his eyes, and he murmured to himself.

"My way? What exactly is my way?"

Outside the door, Wei Ziqing and Zhou Ying, one black and one white, two swords colliding with each other, sparks flying, the sword is the courage of a hundred soldiers, trying to open and close, but Wei Ziqing's left-hand sword went sideways, begging for help.

It’s two words, weird. Upward lift, diagonal chop, door hinges are not beetles, running water is not rotten, like the waves on the Bohai Sea coast, black dragons enter the sea. However, the seemingly thin Zhou Ying’s sword skills are wide open.

Together, I only aim to defeat the enemy with one strike. The sword falls to the ground like a boulder falling into the sea, with a majestic sound and the sword leaves ripples.

"Aying, be careful!"

After saying that, the long knife in Ziqing's hand seemed to be entangled with a black dragon. He turned around to avoid the white dragon in Zhou Ying's hand, and the black dragon came out quickly. Zhou Ying's expression changed slightly, as if she was surprised, and she calmly blocked it with her sword and then used her strength.

Pressing down, his body seemed to be shaken away by a thrust and landed smoothly on the ground. Zi Qing also took a few steps back in embarrassment and stabilized his body.

Both of them wiped the sweat from their faces. Wei Ziqing was full of heroic spirit, and the sweat on her face gave her a bit of arrogance that a daughter never had. Zhou Ying's black hair clung to her face, which was pitiful but also a bit rare in daily life.

of perseverance.

Su Qier looked at the two of them, took a sip of wine and said:

"Another draw? And it's such a perfect draw every time. It's a bit weird."

Since Wei Zigeng started practicing martial arts, the inner demons that haunted several people due to Ziqiang's injury when he was young have gradually dissipated. Especially Wei Ziqing, without self-restraint, her cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. In just one and a half months, she has entered the third level and first level, and has reached the second level.

It only took her one day to go from the first level to the second level, which shows her talent.

What puzzled Su Qi'er the most was Zhou Ying. In the past few days, she had competed with brother and sister Wei Zigeng, and each time they were indifferent to the outcome, and each time she stopped her hand just right.

Xun, if she really did it intentionally, then Zhou Ying's talent would be even more terrifying.

"A sixteen-year-old pure martial artist in the Fourth Realm of the Middle Kingdom? Not to mention being thrown into the world, even I, the Pure Spirit Taichung, are still the top geniuses."

At this moment, Wei Zigeng's eyes were filled with the secret books in his hands, and he could not hear Su Qier's muttering to himself.

At night, in the study room of Jianghu Inn.

Wei Xian looked at the farewell letter on the table with a solemn expression.

April 30th, Xiaoman.
Chapter completed!