It's February.

The border between Xianhuzhou and Qingping Mountain has become green with willows.

It's the time when the grass grows and the orioles fly.

The countryside fields exude the fragrance of earth.

The people who have guarded the border for generations do not care much about the ravages of monsters and beasts.

Vegetables, fruits, seeds, and the fragrance of rice a few months later are their ambitions.

As for the practitioners who fly in the sky.

Immortals passed down from generation to generation.

Or a demon slayer who protects one side.

It's too far away for mortals.

In the old tea shed under the willow tree, only thick bowls of bitter tea are sold.

The old man selling tea has wrinkles on his face, scarred by time, and his clothes are whitened by starch and patched. There are several old wine gourds hanging in front of the tea shed. The tea shed is a bit messy. The only clean place is a

On the wooden shelf, there is a book box that travels far away, and there are several books in the book box.

On the official road between Qingping Prefecture and Xianhu Prefecture, there are occasional carriages flying.

Such a tea shop cannot retain the galloping knights.

Not to mention practitioners who can fly in the air.

At dusk.

An old man with a sword came to the alley leading to the teahouse. He sat on a worn wooden chair, took out a few pieces of silver and put them on the table.

"Have a bowl of Xianyun tea."

The tea vendor had already picked up the hot iron kettle. After hearing the words of the old man carrying the sword, he changed to another kettle, took out a large bowl with a thick blood pattern, and walked to the place where the book box was placed.

, take out a few tea leaves from an inconspicuous wall hole, put them in a large bowl, and make tea with boiling water.

The old man carrying the sword took a sip of tea and sighed: "The peach blossom wine from Qingping Mountain, the Xianyun tea from Xianhuzhou, one drink and one peck, time always flies so fast."

The tea seller was waiting aside, leaning on the wooden pillar with the tea flag flying, his hands folded in his sleeves, and continued: "For the people here, one year is not a short time. Mr. Qin protects the two states."

Ping An, I won’t charge you for this bowl of tea.”

The old man carrying the sword said seriously: "You have to take what is due. I am most afraid of trouble. It is very sad for me to owe a bowl of tea money, and I always have to pay it back. That scholar back then just paid for a pot of wine.

I've been running around for a year, and finally let that big monster escape. I don't want to be trapped in this small area for the rest of my life. You'd better accept the money."

The tea seller looked in the direction of Qingping Mountain with turbid eyes and said: "I won't charge you for tea, but you can also help me return the favor. I heard that the scholar died and his name was engraved on a sword.

I know he is not that kind of person. I once heard him talk about the difficulties on the road to slaying demons. So after the scholar had a child, he named him Yu Sheng, hoping that the rest of his life would be safe and without disaster. If he died, how could he

It’s not like I became an orphan.”

Hearing this, the old man carrying the sword shook his head and said: "Last year when I was in the world, I sent him Yiliang Feng to Qingyun Gate. He has his own way to go. I don't want to go to Qingping Mountain. This year, I will kill the demon.

Tired."

"Then teach him three moves and two moves."

The tea vendor suddenly took his hand out of his sleeve and pointed to the sword box on the old man's back.

"If you die one day, wouldn't it be nice to have a disciple so that the inheritance won't be cut off?"

The old man with the sword behind his back was silent.

Neither promised nor refused.

The tea vendor didn't get the answer, so he walked quickly to the table, stretched out his hand, clasped the tea bowl, and poured the unfinished tea of ​​the old man with a sword on the ground.

"Then don't drink my tea and leave!"

"I'll just go there." The old man with the sword in his hand smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you well."

"It's your business to teach. It's his business if he doesn't learn well."

"Understood."

The old man holding the sword pointed his finger at nothing, and his body floated away.

…

Qingyunmen.

Cold cave.

Gu Yusheng, who had been curing his bones for more than two months, could finally try to meditate on the rocks in the middle of the cold pool.

But he still couldn't stay motionless for several hours like the snow monkey.

After all, the snow ape has the blood of the ancient ape and is naturally extremely cold-resistant.

Although I can only stick to one stick of incense at a time.

But it was of great help to Gu Yusheng's practice.

In two months, he has finished tempering the bones of his limbs, and the periosteum directly appears silver. In other words, he can at least condense the second-grade silver bone. After the other bones in his body are tempered, the whole body can still obtain

A qualitative leap.

More than two months of hard training.

Only the snow monkeys keep me company.

On this day, Gu Yusheng drank all the wine in the gourd and when he walked out of the cold cave, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.

It suddenly seemed like a dream.

Little did I know that early spring has arrived.

"call."

Breathe the faint fragrance of flowers and smell the smell of spring soil.

Gu Yusheng walked in the peach blossom forest.

The stream flowing out of the canyon was gurgling, the spring water was tinkling, fish were swaying, and butterflies were flying.

Bright and warm light shone on Gu Yusheng's face. He came to the small courtyard in the forest, washed his face with a clear water, and looked at his reflection in the water.

Time flies.

It has been one year since I entered Qingyunmen.

Gu Yusheng sighed in his heart.

Opening the door unconsciously.

In his lonely practice, this small courtyard was the warmest place in his heart.

The peach blossoms in the small courtyard have not yet bloomed.

But under the peach tree, there was a straight silhouette standing.

This back view is so unfamiliar.

Yet so familiar.

Gu Yusheng rubbed his eyes unconsciously.

The figure turned around, and the sword box on the back of the old man carrying the sword shone back into Gu Yusheng's pupils. He twisted his beard and smiled, and his eyes were also looking at Gu Yusheng.

"gentlemen!"

Gu Yusheng's eyes widened.

The joy on his face suddenly appeared.

He stepped forward quickly and fell in front of the old man carrying the sword.

Kowtow and say goodbye.

"I've been waiting for you for a year."

The old man carrying the sword nodded.

Gu Yusheng's eyes were bright, he bowed his hands and said, "Sir, can you teach me how to sword?"

The old man with a negative sword only spoke slowly: "Don't be impatient. Give me two bottles of peach blossom wine first, one from last year to satisfy your cravings, and one from this year to try something new."

"yes."

Gu Yusheng was overjoyed.

He hurriedly entered the side room, came out with a large jar of wine in his hands, and placed it respectfully in front of the old man carrying the sword.

"Sir, let's drink last year's peach blossom wine first, and I'll pick this year's peach blossoms and make fine wine."

Young people are like the wind.

Walking through the peach blossom forest.

The old man carrying the sword was originally a stereotype. When he saw the young man picking peach blossoms in the forest and putting them in a bamboo basket, he put down his hand twirling his beard and showed a smile on his face.

"It's great to be young. When I was this age, I had never experienced such beauty. The world overgrown with grass and this peach blossom forest can be regarded as a rare pure land on earth."

Gu Yusheng picked a basket of peach blossoms.

Wash the peach blossoms and put them into a wine pot.

The old man carrying the sword sat on a wooden chair under the eaves, with his hands on his legs, sitting upright.

Gu Yusheng picked up three bowls of wine.

Bowl after bowl, I paid tribute to the old man in front of me.

After the three bowls were finished, the old man stood up and helped Gu Yusheng up.

The old man with the sword in his hand used a branch to write his name on the ground - Qin Jiu.

"Master."

Gu Yusheng bowed his hands and his eyes were bright.

"Call me Mr. Qin."

The old man with a negative sword straightened out the wrinkles in his clothes and returned to his old-fashioned image. He casually picked up a bamboo stick as a crutch. He looked not as tall and calm as before, but he was also much more approachable.

"You and I only have a master-disciple relationship for one year. If you study in Qingyun Town, you can only learn a few words in one year. In one year, you can only learn some superficial knowledge of kendo from me. This is the name of the master.

, No, since you like to learn swordsmanship, I will first see if you have a sword in mind this year."

Qin Jiu casually threw a peach branch to Gu Yusheng.

"Stick the sword and let me see."

Gu Yusheng took the peach branch and thrust his sword forward as usual.

With this sword strike, Gu Yusheng felt that he was at his highest level and in his best condition this year.

But the old gentleman standing under the eaves sighed slightly.

"Not very good." Qin Jiu said, "You have some talent, but not much. Let's start from the beginning."

"yes."
Chapter completed!