In the end, several people discussed and decided to stay in Tianshu Camp, which was under the jurisdiction of Prince Yi. Li Chengru had no objection to this, but only told Xu Qingmu that Erliang, who was in charge of the wine shop in the inn, was indispensable.
General Wang explained some military rules, which were not much different from those in Xuanhu Camp. The only difference was that the corpses of barbarian soldiers were not allowed to be brought back or insulted after the war. It was precisely because of this military rule that Prince Yi was in troubled times.
His reputation on the battlefield is extremely high, and even uncivilized barbarians respect him.
After everyone bid farewell to General Wang, Xu Qingmu equipped his sword alone and headed to the bamboo forest pavilion where Prince Yi was yesterday. He has been with bamboo since ancient times. Legend has it that a bamboo branch split the sword emperor Song Zihan into pieces. Fang Yunyi, the unparalleled swordsman, especially liked bamboo.
, and even buried his original sword directly on the bottom of the sea, and buried it forever, using only a bamboo branch, but he still made a famous name in the world. The old beggar had never surrendered to anyone in his life, except for the sword fairy Fang Yunyi.
Every time he mentioned it, his eyes showed admiration. However, Li Chengru showed disdain and said that the lover did not give up the sword because he liked bamboo. He spit out thick phlegm and cursed that he knew he was not worthy.
As for the specific reasons, Li Chengru never stopped talking in detail. For this reason, the old beggar repeatedly clamored to fight with Li Chengru, just because of the unattainable sword fairy Fang Yunyi in his heart. Li Chengru didn't care at all, but
The old beggar asked many times why you, a scholar who has never heard anything outside the window, actually know about the world that even he doesn't know.
Li Chengru just smiled and didn't say much.
As soon as Xu Qingmu stepped into the bamboo forest, he saw Prince Yi, still dressed in white, already waiting here. Xu Qingmu crossed the sword and walked up the stream path, stopping dozens of feet away from the pavilion. As for the masked female nun,
Although the old beggar said in his last words that he could be trusted, Xu Qingmu still couldn't accept it in his heart. As if he could see the young man's thoughts, Wang Ziyi smiled and said: "The female cultivator has left, don't worry." Xu Qingmu then climbed up the stairs and came to the prince.
Around Yi.
All Xu Qingmu knew about this prince was limited to some small talk on the road. The official who was dubbed the "Tiger Madman" by the dynasty was more popular than the "Four Tigers" who were dead soldiers of King Xu Yan in the court.
Prince Yi, who was in his early teens, managed to challenge the four tigers by himself. Although Wang Zhongxin always kept a low profile, his son Hu Chi was always too high-profile until he was still serving as the guard leader in the court and was captured by Empress Cao.
After being summoned by the decree, he took the initiative to apply and go to the frontier area where we met. After that, he repeatedly achieved extraordinary achievements and was personally nominated by King Xu Yan to become one of the twelve names in the Shang Shu Pavilion. But it was also from that time on.
, Prince Yi, the minister, never returned to the court. His Majesty made several requests to visit him, but he was always refused because of the tense war at the frontier. This was in line with the wishes of many literati in the court who could not reach out for four taels. In view of the eunuch
The group of eunuchs headed by Si, who were unworthy of publicity, were especially serious, and there were far fewer memorials to Hu Chi.
Looking at the person in front of him, Xu Qingmu did not speak, but tapped his fingers slowly and rhythmically on Chou Li, waiting for the man in white.
"After only one night, the realm seems to be different. It seems that the Sword Emperor has given you another opportunity." Wang Ziyi said slowly, touching the jade pendant on his body. Since ancient times, scholars have loved three things, jade pendants, hairpins, and hairpins in their hands.
Shan. Come to think of it, this gifted genius in martial arts is not that reckless butcher. "You can try to draw your sword at me again."
Xu Qingmu was not polite. Such a perfect opportunity to feed the sword was rare. In addition, he had never been a pretentious character. Without saying anything, he directly took out his sheath and circulated the thirty-six days of Beiming in his body, passing the breath in his body through each meridians.
After wandering, they gathered in Dantian, took a deep breath, and struck out with a sword at the man in white in front of him. Wang Ziyi was still the same as yesterday. He didn't see any movements, but his eyes showed appreciation. He only saw the left foot of the minister slightly moving.
He stepped forward, clenched his fists with both hands, and struck directly on the Chouli sword. The extremely sharp Chouli sword could not move even half an inch, and even the sword and the man were forced back dozens of steps, and Xu Qingmu felt a faint pain at the tiger's mouth.
"The skills you have cultivated in your body are very strong." Wang Ziyi said truthfully: "It must be incomplete, right? Otherwise, even if you don't have any sword moves, and you haven't comprehended any sword intent, I wouldn't be able to take it easily with that move just now.
live."
"What is sword intention?" Xu Qingmu put away his sword and adjusted it. He was more like a layman than himself who was holding the sword.
The minister made a "you ask me, I ask who" expression and almost rolled his eyes. Xu Qingmu also felt that this question was quite stupid. Asking a martial artist about sword cultivation was like riding a donkey, not deaf but also blind.
"I came to see you to discuss a few things with you." Wang Ziyi crushed the remaining tea on yesterday's table with his hand, put it to his nose and smelled it, shook his head slightly, and said:
"Up and down, inside and outside the palace, there is far less peace than the world has seen. Not to mention the Xiongnu on the frontier who are ready to make a move, even within the palace there are overt and covert intrigues with each other. What is even more disturbing is King Xu Yan's..."
As if he had thought of something, Wang Ziyi paused and skipped the topic: "That's why I want you to join the Sky Squirrel Camp. Firstly, to protect you, and secondly, you need to face someone in the army."
"Xu Pei?"
Now it was Prince Yi's turn to be surprised. If Empress Cao hadn't told him Xu Qingmu's true identity through a secret decree, he wouldn't even have known about the so-called battle between heaven and earth. Only one person in the world could know the identity of the prince, but the Sword Emperor Song Zihan had always known it.
He knew it well, but there was no way he would tell the boy before the "same situation". Could it be Song Zihan? Wang Ziyi quickly rejected this idea. Not to mention whether the literary saint knew it, even if he knew it, he would not be involved in this.
After all, as the mountain master of Chongyang Academy, one cannot easily interfere in human affairs.
Xu Qingmu did not explain, but just asked: "You should know the content of the conversation between the Sword Emperor and the female cultivator before his death." Wang Ziyi looked at the ascension platform and put his hands behind his back: "I can only tell you after we have passed the battle of the same realm.
you."
"Tell Xu Pei that in three months, I will chase you to the four realms." After saying that, he turned around and left the pavilion."
The minister, who was called a tiger idiot, took a step back and bowed respectfully behind the curtain: "Ziyi, please leave."
Xu Qingmu did not return directly to the inn. Instead, he searched around and spent half a day getting familiar with the terrain, especially the rocks and earth slopes that could avoid attacks. He remembered them one by one, then clapped his hands and returned to his residence.
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The battlefield at the foot of Mang Mountain has been a battleground with the barbarians since ancient times. It is also one of the main positions of the eight major battlefields of the barbarians. The surrounding mountains are convex, making it easy to attack and avoid. Prince Yi knows the importance of terrain. Whenever the two sides have a truce,
At that time, a group of soldiers will be organized to conduct terrain surveys and drills. This is also one of the reasons why among the three armies of heaven, earth, and Xuan, the army led by Wang Ziyi has fewer casualties. For the people and ministers leading the troops, the company spans the battlefield for thirty consecutive years.
Wang Zhongxin has been beaming with joy for several years. General Wang is very happy with his son who is capable of fighting and leading troops. He is not a big drinker and always drinks until he is tipsy. There are many wars and heavy casualties.
, also led to an inducement that made people in the world red-eyed, that is, the lost treasures. Although there was a short truce period after the war between the two sides to bring back the corpses and weapons of the soldiers who died in the battle, the rest time was short-lived.
A large number of weapons, treasures and even elixirs will still be left behind. In order to find wealth and wealth in danger, a profession that licks blood with the tip of a knife has emerged in the world - treasure hunters. They shuttle around the battlefields after various wars, relying on their agile skills
Look for war relics in dilapidated places to exchange for what you need.
Just halfway, Xu Qingmu met a so-called treasure hunter.
A thin man with a sallow complexion ran away when he saw Xu Qingmu wearing a sword. Ke Yue felt that the boy in front of him was not old. Although he was wearing a sword, he could not detect the slightest breath. He ran back and was twenty years away from Xu Qingmu.
Xu Qingmu looked at it carefully from a distance of ten feet. Xu Qingmu was amused for a while. It seemed that he was preparing to rob him? Sure enough, when the man saw that Xu Qingmu did not drive away and drew the sword, he immediately ran to Xu Qingmu and stopped in front of him. He took out a broken sword and pointed it at it with both hands.
The young man said, "I opened this road and planted this tree. If you want to live this way, I will leave money to buy the road." Yue felt that there were no trees around him, and the thin man in front of him felt something was wrong, so he took a step forward and said, "No matter what."
If there are no trees, leave money to buy the road!"
Xu Qingmu didn't waste any time, he took out Chouli directly, imitated the old beggar's momentum of chasing a yellow dog, and ran towards the man.
This time, the robber was frightened. Looking at the young man who was getting closer and closer, the thin man threw away his two knives and knelt on the ground: "My hero, please forgive me. I have an old man above me and a young man below me. I only came out to rob as a last resort. I beg you, sir."
Please let me go, and you will never dare to do it again next time." After saying this, he burst into tears, kowtowed several times, and when he raised his face again, his nose was covered with mucus.
Xu Qingmu kicked away the treasure hunter hugging his legs, put away the Chouli Sword and continued walking back.
But that person seemed to have figured out the young man's good temper, and he followed him shamelessly. After a few careful tests around him, he gradually became bolder, claiming that he was a well-known person in this area, and that he knew everything about the area of 100 kilometers.
, even he could count ten secret caves in the wild that the officer didn't know about. Those secret caves had a lot of history, and there were countless rare treasures. Xu Qingmu suddenly stopped and said to the person in front of him what if
Really, why don't you just keep it to yourself? That skinny little man has a quick mind, and he says that good things must be shared. Why don't we just wait for the heroes to join us?
Xu Qingmu rolled his eyes and continued walking back.
But that man was like a dog-skin plaster, and he followed him hard. Xu Qingmu didn't stop him. Life in the wilderness was not easy. Looking at the guy's face, he knew that he must be a master who had eaten his last meal and never finished his next meal. Besides, he thought of Cao Dan.
During dinner, Xu Qingmu felt that following this person would be of some use.
Before he even got close to the door of the inn, Cao Dan was already waiting here. Ye Qingxian didn't come, so he thought he was mesmerized by practicing the "Tide Watching Technique". Seeing that there was another person following Xu Qingmu, Cao Dan couldn't help but be a little curious.
, before asking, the thin man had already started to introduce himself: "I am the younger brother that Brother Xu just recognized, Wei Buliang." He patted his chest and said, "It seems that you should be Brother Xu's concubine, hurry up and get ready to eat.
My eldest brother is hungry." After that, he walked straight in.
Xu Qingmu turned sideways and counted silently in his mind.
"one"
"two"
Before the third sound came out, the thin man flew out upside down and fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face.
Guaiguai, looking at this weak girl, she kicked herself away with just one kick? Who the hell said that women are as gentle as water?
Seeing Xu Qingmu smiling but not smiling, Wei Buliang quickly stood up, followed behind him, and walked in obediently.
Lunch was another torturous meal, and Xu Qingmu made up his mind not to ask Cao Dan to cook at all. Seeing Wei Buliang wolfing down the food next to him, and the licking dog shouting "One more bowl," Xu Qingmu beat him.
With a shiver, I stood up alone and came to the open space behind the inn. According to the formula left by the old beggar, I began to practice the Thirty-six Heavenly Heavens of Beiming.
Li Chengru slowly wandered over at some point, picked the teeth he had just eaten, and showed approval on his face: "That old beggar is quite good. He can use his own body as a cauldron to practice Professor Fang Gou's Beiming Jue to the second level.
The fourteenth floor is beyond my expectation." Xu Qingmu opened his eyes, looked at Li Chengru who had always looked down on the Sword Immortal Fang Yunyi from the bottom of his heart, and said, "The twenty-fourth floor is difficult?"
Li Chengru burped, found an open space and sat down next to Xu Qingmu: "It's not difficult, do you know how many moles you have on your butt?" Xu Qingmu did not answer. Old Man Li asked again: "Then do you know about Cao Dan?
Is there a mole on your butt?" Xu Qingmu closed his eyes again and ignored this irrelevant literary saint. But then he opened his eyes again and looked at the literary saint as if he understood: "So, how does the old beggar practice?"
Wen Sheng clapped his hands and threw the meat picked out from between his teeth back into his mouth: "Fumbling around, if you make a mistake and correct it, it will only cost more than ten years of life." Old man Li said it lightly, but Xu Qingmu listened.
Heavy. The meridians of the human body are like palm lines, each with its own uniqueness. It is almost a fool's dream to find the same meridians. In these twenty-four days... Xu Qingmu resisted the headache, continued to prepare, and practiced slowly.
Those old beggars would always hold the boy in their arms from time to time and fumble with their hands over and over again, without stopping for twelve years.
It's okay for the uninformed boy to be young, but when he gets a little older, he will be shy. He often points at the old beggar and calls him disrespectful, and even fights with fists and kicks.
Wen Sheng continued: "Don't take it as a burden on your heart. The biggest characteristic of Beiming is that it cannot be terminated. Once the cultivation must be completed, otherwise the meridians will go retrograde. Unless the immortal takes action, he will definitely die. I don't think the old beggar Jiutian Spirit is willing to
Seeing all your previous efforts wasted."
Xu Qingmu didn't say anything. The old beggar said that when he became a swordsman, he would burn the flowers of sisters with big breasts and perky butts.
Li Chengru squatted next to the young man until it got dark. The young man stood up and glanced at Old Man Li, who was almost asleep. Xu Qingmu asked him about the ranking of swordsmen in the world.
Without the old beggar, the pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes were no longer noisy as before. Li Chengru wiped off his saliva and said, "Except for your master and that Fang Yunyi, the swordsmen who can be famous on the sword list now."
In addition, the strongest one is now recognized as "the number one withered sword" Ye?, who is only half a step away from the Thirteenth Realm. It is not just a casual saying that someone will ascend from the Ye Family Sword Tomb every hundred years.
As long as the sword cultivator who has inherited the secret technique can pass through the sixteen ghost gates of his family, any one of them will be an amazing person. The second in the list is Xu Sanning, the sissy who likes to travel around the world and wears a rose. The damn fat man wears a sword.
His intention was so strong that he was rumored to have destroyed the Lotus Peak that had offended him by relying only on his sword power, and even strangled all the people in the mountain belt, without even raising a hand from the beginning to the end. I, who ranked third, had no interest in understanding, so I
It's worth mentioning." Xu Qingmu clicked his tongue, this old man Li is good at everything, but his habit of bragging is unreasonable, which makes people disrespect him from the bottom of his heart.
Seemingly seeing what Xu Qingmu was thinking, Li Chengru was not angry and said to Xu Qingmu: "Pull out the Lichou Sword and stab the leaf in front of you."
Xu Qingmu didn't waste any time. He stood up directly and stabbed the leaves thrown by Chou Li at Old Man Li. However, the leaves floating in the air were too light. Once the sword came close, they would float back along the tip of the sword, repeated several times.
This is all true.
As if waiting for Xu Qingmu to make a fool of himself, Li Chengru stretched out his hand: "Bring it here." Xu Qingmu handed Chou Li over, but was pushed away: "Take out that wooden sword." Xu Qingmu obediently obeyed. Li Chengru was seen holding the sword with one hand.
, his momentum changed completely, and he shot suddenly. The leaf floating in the air seemed to be still, and was penetrated directly. It seemed that he had guessed that the young man would think this was a coincidence, and then threw up the second one. This time, he could not even see the wooden sword clearly.
After some movement, the leaf seemed to have been summoned and crashed into the wooden sword. It was also penetrated and hung on the wooden sword.
"If a sword cultivator emphasizes the form but neglects the meaning, he will be fancy but weak; if he emphasizes the meaning but neglects the form, he will be powerful but not refined. Only the combination of form and intention, balancing each other, is the right way."
Xu Qingmu looked at the old man in front of him, who was called a literary saint by the world, and was shocked. Not to mention the obscure essence, the skill he just showed would definitely win a lot of applause among the philistines. It is indeed a technical job.
Throwing the wooden sword to the young man, Li Chengru said: "The secret cave that Wei Buliang talked about is worth a visit." Xu Qingmu put away the wooden sword: "Can a charlatan's words be trusted?" Wen Sheng seemed to be trapped.
Deeply reminiscing, he spoke after a long while: "The secret cave does exist, and not many people know the information." Xu Qingmu did not continue to ask, and silently wrote it down.
In the evening before dinner, Xu Qingmu went out alone again and walked around the surrounding mountains before returning to his residence with satisfaction. When he passed the wine shop, he drank three ounces of apricot flower wine with the proprietress. When he returned to the inn, he
The wine was thrown to Li Chengru, who was sitting on the hillside of the back mountain watching the moon alone. The latter took it, took a sip, and cursed: It feels so damn comfortable.
Xu Qingmu sat down next to Li Chengru, took the jug that was handed over, and took a sip. However, he did not cover the lid in a hurry, but poured a little bit of land in front of him. Then he covered the jug and handed it over.
Li Chengru looked at the old man next to him and asked, "Do you regret holding the sword?"
Xu Qingmu used his feet to flatten the land in front of him that was wet with wine. This was what the old beggar told him. He said that when going to the grave to toast, he must flatten the ground so that the people underground can drink it. Otherwise, they will be taken away by the underworld guards and die.
Where did the lost ghost get the chance to win the official position? After stepping on it, he did not answer Li Chengru's question and said to himself: "If you don't hold the sword, the old beggar will be disappointed." Ever since the interview at the Lake of Everlasting Sorrow, Xu Qingmu had roughly guessed
When the old beggar made a move, he never thought that the consequences of holding the sword would actually be a separation between yin and yang.
It was rare for Li Chengru to be serious: "Do you still remember what I told you, if you have the opportunity, you should take care of millions of people in this world? Man, in this life, you may be like a dead dog eating shit all your life, or you may be like an old beggar.
It is fate to do anything for the obsession in your heart. People who don't know how to act are not sad. What is sad is that after knowing it, they still do nothing. They are suppressed by the world and don't even have the slightest thought of resistance. It seems that they believe that they are born
This is how it should be, this is how it should be. But is this really how it should be?" Li Chengru moved his stiff buttocks and poured some wine on the ground, but he didn't flatten it with his feet. "Princes, generals, and ministers, there are wine pools and meat forests.
There are those who care about the common people, and no one can tell who is right or wrong; there are the common people who eat and wait for the dead, and there are those who hang their butts and stab their butts. Success or failure will be commented on by future generations. Everyone wants to point out the country in the court, but in the end most of them become black hair.
Snow, a tomb of dead bones. You can live a day standing up, and you can live a day lying down. The world is like this..." Li Chengru took a sip of wine and exhaled comfortably towards the moon: "The world is like this, damn it.
Thief."
Xu Qingmu wanted to reach out and take the pot, but was rejected by Li Chengru. "A young man should carry the grass on his shoulders and the orioles are flying, and the willow bank above his head should be green. Don't drink too much of the dirty water in this world." Then he took another big sip.
I cursed again, it was so damn enjoyable.
Xu Qingmu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he thought of the fifth bowl of wine that the old beggar didn't pick up at the end. He imitated Li Chengru and cursed: What a fucking thief.
It wasn't until Cao Dan's shrill voice remembered that Xu Qingmu and Li Chengru both went down the mountain. Old Li returned to his previous state of being disgusted with the dog. He quickly gave Xu Qingmu the wine bottle and shouted that Xu Qingmu insisted on forcing him to drink.
Kettle, the nonsense about forcing him to drink. It seems that for Cao Dan, the literary saint who spoke as brightly as the sky and raised his hands to suppress the living beings, he felt a kind of... awe from the bottom of his heart?
After dinner, Xu Qingmu took Ye Qingxian, who was addicted to "Guan Tide Jue", to the inn. Li Chengru wanted to follow him, but Cao Dan directly stopped him with a look, and pulled the literary saint's ear to warn him.
If he continues to instigate Xu Qingmu to drink, he will definitely not be spared. Li Chengru, who has always been a little afraid of Cao Dan, raised his hands in the air and shouted that he did not dare.
Sitting at the table where the old beggar sat before his death, I imitated the old beggar that night and asked the landlady for a pot of wine and a plate of salted peanuts.
Xu Qingmu remembered a song the old beggar taught him:
The first is to respect heaven, the second is to respect earth, the third is to respect the previous body in life, and the fourth is to respect the soul after death.
If you keep the fifth bowl, say goodbye to the person in front of you.