I practiced swordplay at Chengtou for several days and made great progress.
Lin Qingxuan is indeed a good master. He has lived for tens of thousands of years and has seen all kinds of storms and waves. When Lin Yanli encounters a confusing place, he can just mention it and understand it.
However, although the master was a good one, Lin Yan was reluctant to go after he left several times.
Lin Qingxuan often improved her swordsmanship intentionally or unintentionally. Sometimes, as she practiced, her swordsmanship became crooked.
It's not that Lin Qingxuan's swordsmanship is not good, but that Lin Yanli has his own ideas.
If she follows the steps like this, her final result will be to regard Tai'a Sword as her natal flying sword, and then her practice will be locked up, and her thoughts will not be clear.
The number of people at the wine shop gradually became less and less.
Perhaps because some of the monks in Mutian City have left, the flow of people in the city is much less.
With fewer people taking to the streets, fewer people come to drink in liquor stores.
There are dozens of large and small chambers of commerce in Mutian City, and some small Xianjia chambers of commerce have begun to move away, either moving south to the Eastern Long State and Antarctic Reef State, or looking for a hidden cave and closing the mountain for ten years, etc.
Escape the wave of vicious beasts and reappear.
In contrast, behemoths such as Yanyun Pavilion and Jucai Tower fully demonstrated their responsibilities. Flying swords, talismans, arrays, pills and other materials were sold to the monks in the city at extremely low prices, almost as if they were given away for free.
No different.
Lin Yanli still went to the wine shop every day to listen to the stories told by the sword immortals. After the story was told, he took out an unrecorded sword intention from the center of his eyebrow. After asking for a while, the old sword immortals felt sad.
The more heartbroken you are, the more you drink. Even if some old swordsmen buy the cheapest Osmanthus Yao, they can still get more than ten spiritual stones by drinking four or five jars in one go.
Of course, there are no extra side dishes or anything like that.
A plate of peanuts, a plate of pickled radish, and a plate of cucumber, this is already the highest configuration.
Occasionally, Lin Yanli would set up an iron rack in the wine shop, put some chicken dipped in seasonings on it, bake it over charcoal and firewood, and sprinkle some chili powder and salt on it, so that the aroma could spread for miles.
A monk specifically stopped and asked how much a roast chicken cost. Lin Yanli grinned and raised five fingers.
Five spiritual stones, buying a roast chicken that has no spiritual energy at all is like robbing spiritual stones.
There was a six or seven-year-old boy next to the monk, who seemed to be his son. He smelled the aroma of roasted chicken and drooled all over the floor. If his spiritual energy had not been thin and he couldn't stand the charcoal roasting, he would have reached out and roasted the chicken on the iron rack.
The chicken was grilled.
The man touched the storage bag with an ugly expression on his face, clicked his tongue, and had to give up.
When the boy saw that the man didn't buy it, he lay down and rolled on the ground like a fool. No matter how hard he tried to persuade him, he refused to get up from the ground and looked like he was staying on the ground and wouldn't move.
The man stood aside and let the boy cry, letting him roll on the ground and howl, crying until he was hoarse and unmoved.
The customers drinking in the wine shop always looked sideways. An old sword cultivator listened to the child's heart-wrenching cry, and his sword's courage softened. He took out five spiritual stones from his pocket and handed them to Lin Yanli's hand.
Lin Yanli smiled and took off the roasted chicken stuck on the iron rod, waving it in front of the boy. Finally, he wrapped the roasted chicken in oil paper and presented it to the old swordsman.
When the old swordsman heard the child crying harder, he laughed and cursed twice, stood up unsteadily, and brought the roast chicken to the boy.
The boy burst into tears and smiled. He took the roasted chicken happily, sat on the ground, opened the oil paper and took a sip. Before he could take a bite, a woman who came after hearing the news grabbed her ears and lifted her up from the ground.
It turns out that it's not that the man is hard-hearted, but that the woman is in charge of the money in the family. Her pockets are thin, so buying a roast chicken for the boy with five spiritual stones is too extravagant for him.
The woman quickly took out five spiritual stones from the storage bag and handed them back to the old swordsman. Then she took out a wooden stick as thick as a child's arm from the storage bag and beat the boy's buttocks.
Pedestrians on the street are not surprised by this. The customs and customs in Mutian City are very wild. What is a wooden stick with a thick arm? They have also seen it hung from the eaves and whipped with a spiked whip in the street!
After all, Mutiancheng’s children are thick-skinned and very durable (cao)!!!
The farce ended quickly. Lin Yanli, the culprit, sat leisurely on a chair and happily chatted with the drinking swordsmen in the wine shop.
As noon approached, the snowflakes in the sky became much smaller. Lin Yanli pulled down the fur collar around his neck and cast his beautiful eyes towards the north.
On the opposite side of Fulu Street, a pair of masters and apprentices came to the intersection on a Shenxing boat from the north. After the Shenxing boat landed safely, the young man among them galloped to Lin Yanli with a pair of flying swords on his feet.
After smelling the aroma of the roasted chicken, he reached behind the iron frame and, ignoring the hot charcoal fire, grabbed a roasted chicken that was spitting oil in his hand.
"Shen Qiao, your hands are so fast. One of them costs ten spiritual stones!" Lin Yanli, who was too late to stop Shen Qiao, shouted.
Shen Qiao raised his eyebrows, patted the wooden sign next to Lin Yanli with his other clean hand and said, "Isn't it marked with five spiritual stones?"
Lin Yanli glared, took down the wooden sign, and used sword energy to change five to ten.
The woman holding the umbrella is still wearing the white skirt, holding the umbrella in her hand, gently shaking the snow on the umbrella, as elegant as a fairy.
She came to Lin Yanli, leaned forward slightly, and gave a blessing gift. The curve of her chest flashed in front of Lin Yanli, her expression was graceful and her posture was as beautiful as ever.
"Meet the new sword master."
Lin Yanli shook the corner of his mouth, glanced at the sword on his waist, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed respectfully, "Senior, I'll kill this junior to death!"
The girl holding the umbrella smiled sweetly and didn't care. She glanced at Shen Qiao and said softly: "Today Shen Qiao will return home with the disciples of the Danxia Sect. Now let's answer my junior sister's promise."
Lin Yanli's eyes lit up and he said, "Senior, are you willing to serve as a worshiper of the Lingshan Sect?"
The girl holding the umbrella nodded and said with a smile: "I can be the worshiper of Lingshan Sect, but I am the last worshiper."
Lin Yanli hurriedly said: "This junior is already satisfied with being able to serve as the last worshiper, and I don't dare to ask for more."
Shen Qiao grabbed the roast chicken, stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth, and said in a vague voice: "Earlier, you asked Master to ask me if I would like to be a worshiper of the Thousand Demons Sect. Are there any benefits to being a worshiper of the Thousand Demons Sect?"
Lin Yanli blinked and said, "There are many benefits. You get a lot of spiritual stone salary every month, and you can get drinks like Drunk Painting Fairy for free. You just need to put your name on it, and you don't need to do anything special."
matter."
"This relationship is great!" Shen Qiao wiped the oil on his hands, "You can drink for free, and you can also get spiritual stones."
Suddenly, he remembered something and asked: "You won't trick me, right? You really don't have to do anything?"
"There's really no need to do anything."
"Okay, let's have a fight. If you beat me, I'll take it!"