Suzaku Liangzhou.
Crescent Village outside the city.
In a somewhat dilapidated small yard in the west of the village, a topless young man brought out a bucket of cool well water from the well, poured it on himself, and wiped off the water droplets on his chest covered with various scars. After a comfortable growl, he said to himself: "Bai Di, the outside of the village is extremely unsafe recently. I heard that bandits are infested. Do you think they will come into the village?"
"It's very scary to come in. It's just killing people."
In the shade of the yard, a young man who looked a little dangling lay leaning on a mottled old wicker chair and said casually.
Murder, these two bloody words, said in his mouth as easy as eating and drinking.
At the beginning, the noble Lianhua Peak guest, the once humble boy in the market, after sixteen years of stinging dragon pain, and ten years of painstaking cultivation at Lianhua Peak, the current Emperor Chen Bai clearly has a little bit of saying compared to the past. Unclear changes.
In the Battle of Lianhua Peak half a year ago, Emperor Chen Bai luckily brought back Qin Xiangjun's ashes and the reincarnation pearl that became the treasure of Lianhua Peak, but because of the backlash of the eight dragons in his body, Emperor Chen Bai was half-worn.
The daily penance still couldn't resist the fierce devouring of the eight dragons. In desperation, Emperor Chen Bai could only follow the advice of the banished immortal Wang Qiao, and follow the path of slaying the sage by the military master, relying on the devouring soul to nourish the dragon in his body.
But the prerequisite is that you must first find a safe place to recuperate.
In the first battle, Xie Shiji's injuries were more serious, and he has not really recovered until now. Although Emperor Chen Bai cultivated hard every day, his realm still kept falling.
At the beginning, the third rank of Wufu, the realm of swordsman, now only the fifth rank of Kankan Wufu remains.
These five products are also shaking at all times.
If it weren't for Emperor Chen Bai to go out of the village almost from time to time to find some bandits to kill the blood-swallowing machine, even the fifth grade might not be able to keep it.
"Bai Di, it's not that I said you, you are good at everything, but the tone is always too big, those bandits and bandits are not so easy to kill."
The young man, the new friend Chen Baidi met after coming to the Prancing Horse City, gently shook his head and sighed.
While speaking, the man kept wiping a gray puff in his hand that looked extremely inconspicuous, even a somewhat dirty wooden sword, his expression focused on affection, as if he was holding a legendary Mahayana artifact.
The gentle father was a one-armed swordsman. It was said that he had been wandering around the rivers and lakes for many years, but after being dismissed by others, he returned to the village and opened a restaurant to live a normal life.
But the wooden sword that claimed to have accompanied him to kill for many years was passed on to Wen He, hoping that one day his son could fulfill his unfulfilled wish and become a peerless swordsman.
The gentleman is also competitive and ambitious. He wants to worship the Nine Vein Sword Sect, the holy land of swordsmanship on the nine continents of the sea, and even dreams of becoming the daughter of the Nine Vein Sword Sovereign, who is known as the Nine Vein Sword Sect. Wang Qiao was a teacher.
It's a pity that although the ideal of mildness is good, his qualifications are really not good, and there is no famous teacher, so for so many years, the kendo cultivation is still terrible.
"Lao Tzu has been humble and humble for twenty-six years. He has been a grandson for twenty-six years. Now that I am enough, I am ready to try what it's like to be a master." Emperor Chen Bai didn't care.
"Well, I can't tell you. But you are right. Although I have never been a grandfather, I also know that being a grandfather is definitely better than being a grandson." Gentle stroked his beloved wooden sword, as if stroking the most. Like a close lover, he nodded.
"Let's go, go to your house for a drink."
Emperor Chen Bai jumped off the wicker chair and lightly glanced towards the room.
"How long will it take for Sister Shi Ji to recover?" Wen He asked as he looked at the house.
"It's almost a month, and then you can see the true style of a first-grade martial artist." Chen Baidi smiled.
"You're bragging again! Even if Sister Shiji is majestic, she doesn't look like a first-grade martial artist, Baidi, don't you know what a first-class martial artist is like? That's why you are bragging with me here every day? You also said that you have the realm of the sword, can the sword stay in this place where the bird does not shit? And the sword does not use the sword with the fist? I am gentle, although I read little, but you can't always lie to me!" Gentle curled his mouth, Said with a look of disdain.
"Don't talk about the first-class martial artist, Lao Tzu, even the land sword fairy, and the masters of the dragon elephant realm, drink and talk together every day. What is the first-class martial artist." Chen Baidi said with a proud face.
"Blow, keep blowing! You really deserve the bull character in your name."
Gentle continued to curl his lips.
Chen Baidi laughed and didn't care, put on a piece of clothing and went straight out.
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"Bai Di, have you found out about your father?"
Wen Gen brought a few dishes and a jar of old wine over, and asked after sitting down.
Emperor Chen Bai did not speak, but patted the mud seal of the wine jar with his bright eyes. After pouring a large bowl of some muddy wine, he raised his head and sighed comfortably after a long while. Screamed.
Chen Baidi didn't know how the gentle father of kendo was cultivated, but his brewing ability was really not bad.
Although the taste of this self-brewed old wine is very poor, the taste is excellent, and more importantly, it is full of strength. When you drink it, it seems that there is a flame from the throat directly in the heart. The refreshing taste is beyond words, right. The taste of Chen Baidi.
After a few sips and aftertaste, Chen Baidi sighed: "Now I only know that my old man was a general of the Liangzhou army, but I don't know who it is."
After ten years of serving as a guest clerk in Lotus Peak, Emperor Chen Baidi learned a skill and another gain was that he finally got some news about his own life, but that news is really too little, only knowing that his biological father had After serving in the army in Liangzhou, he was still a general, but he disappeared after the defeat.
After the Battle of Lianhua Peak, Emperor Chen Bai took Xie Shiji to live in seclusion in this New Moon Village, on the one hand to heal his injuries, and on the other hand, to inquire more about his father.
Although he didn't have much feelings for the father he had never seen before, Emperor Chen Bai couldn't help but want to find out where his blood line was.
But so far, there is still not much progress.
Seeing that Emperor Chen Bai was not in high spirits, but he was gentle but didn't know how to comfort him. He just kept advising him to drink. Not long after, there were five more empty altars at the table.
Drinking a little, he was mildly drunk and confused, and asked: "Bai Di, you said you know the banished immortal Wang Qiao, is this true?"
Emperor Chen Bai laughed and said, "Of course I did it for real. Tell you, I not only know her, but I have talked about it many times on the couch. When that happens, as long as I see her, I will let her take you as a kid. Apprentice, you can rest assured."
"Blow! You just keep blowing!"
Gentle continued to disdain, and then he planted his head and fell asleep on the table.
Emperor Chen Bai smiled again, poured himself a whole bowl again, and drank, the shadow of the blue shirt appeared in his mind.
The ninth generation banished immortals, but was trapped by love.
He even did not hesitate to leave the Nine Meridian Sword Sect to approve the Guanyin seat, and became a lotus slave under the seat of Emperor Chen Bai for a while.
I just don't know, when will we meet again