The young man with thick eyebrows is also very satisfied, his eyes are full of satisfaction, and his opponent is very strong. This kind of confrontation is also a rare experience for him.
"It's a member of the Yan Dynasty, a practitioner of the True Fire Palace."
He took the umbrella that fell from above, inserted the big black sword into the handle of the umbrella again, and then once again covered most of the umbrella above the sky above the handsome young man who came out. At the same time, looking forward to confirmation, he looked at the legendary Mr. Zhao Si said.
No wonder his umbrella is so big. Only when the umbrella surface is big can the umbrella handle not be too thick.
The handsome young man, Mr. Zhao Si, the current manager of Jianlu, walked past the tall and thin practitioner's body non-stop, along the path, towards the direction of the Weihe River in the distance.
"It should be Yan Dongfu. I knew it was almost him after I saw him make a move. The Manifestation of Chihuo just now looks good, and I should have obtained some true biography of Cao Yangming from the Palace of True Fire."
Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and said, "Changling is really a piece of fat now, and everyone wants to share it."
Zhao Zhi, a young man with thick eyebrows, glanced back. The Changling behind him was only an outline in the wind and rain, and he couldn't even see the huge turrets clearly, but he was always worried that in the heavy rain, suddenly Countless chariots will rush out, and suddenly several extremely powerful practitioners will come out to slash him with a sword.
"Does this look like fat meat? It doesn't look like fat meat at all." So he couldn't help muttering when he saw the danger. He still thought that the small street and the small blacksmith's shop before . If he had a choice, he felt that he would not have to enter this flat city full of countless dangers for the rest of his life.
Mr. Zhao Si didn't care about his muttering, and continued softly: "Chu, Yan, Qi, which one is not eyeing Changling. But when I was in Changping, I have already seen clearly that these people are no different. They all want to grab meat from each other's mouths, and if the grabs are uneven, they will start a fight. If we are weaker like us now, if we really cooperate with them, we will only be eaten in one bite."
The thick-browed young man suddenly turned his head and looked at him strangely: "There seems to be something wrong with you. I only saw the merchant lady once, and no matter how you speak, you are as soft and soft as her."
"Is it?"
Mr. Zhao Si was slightly taken aback. Looking back, it seemed that his speech speed was indeed slower than usual, and when he talked about it, he lost his usual anger.
"I probably learned something from her."
After a slight pause, he sighed earnestly and said: "Now you probably understand why the master didn't let you stay in the sword furnace before, and let you follow me to travel more and see more."
Zhao Zhi also shook his head seriously: "I'm relatively stupid, you can learn it well, but I may not be able to learn it after reading it."
"Cultivation is like crossing a river by groping for stones in the dark. The longer you live, the farther you go, the more important you are to understand and understand." Mr. Zhao Si's temperament seemed to be really calm, and he asked without the slightest anger: "What do you say?" Jin Dongfu just now managed to cultivate to the fifth level, why did he die here?"
Zhao Zhi said without thinking, "Because we met us, and we never have the habit of keeping our hands back."
"It's because they don't have vision and insight."
Mr. Zhao Si smiled mockingly, and said: "He has no knowledge, and he died after following us. Every dynasty and sect, except when it was time to invade the city and destroy the dynasty, there was not much communication at ordinary times. We and Qin Practitioners of the dynasty are much better than practitioners of the three dynasties of Yan, Chu, and Qi in this regard. After all, they have been fighting for so many years, and even three countries have been destroyed, and they have seen a little bit of any means."
Zhao Zhi nodded thoughtfully.
"You probably don't understand why the master only taught you one move." Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and continued.
Zhao Zhi shook his head.
Mr. Zhao Si looked up to the front, took a deep breath, and said: "Master is a master who can teach students according to their aptitude. He knows you are stupid, so if you only practice this trick, there will be fewer obstacles in your practice. Some. The reason why I let you follow me is because you only know that one trick, and the way to deal with it is always too monotonous. You should meet more people and see more different methods. It's easier to deal with."
Hearing that he was stupid, Zhao Zhi was not angry, but his eyes were full of deep feelings and longing.
In front of a big river, the turbid waves are surging, and the turbulent waves beat the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.
It has reached the Weihe River.
"Let's go!"
Zhao Zhi first jumped onto a bamboo raft tied to the long grass on the bank. Although he yelled at Mr. Zhao Si who was looking back at Changling at this time, he did not row the raft immediately, but He took out two wine jugs, drank the spirits in one of the jugs in one gulp, and then poured the other jug into the surging river.
"Junior Brother Zhao Zhan, I respect you!"
Until then, there were tears in his eyes.
bang bang bang...
The bamboo raft goes down the river in the stormy sea.
Zhao Zhi didn't hold up the umbrella any more, he held the bamboo pole with one hand, tapped on the bamboo pole with the other hand, and sang loudly.
The singing voice is rough, it is a slang term in a small place, and the meaning is not clear, but the beat of the percussion is heavy and firm, like a blacksmith.
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As the night darkened, the door under the banner of Wutong Luoqing Wine was pushed open, revealing a dim light of fire.
Ding Ning put away the umbrella, closed the door casually, and then inserted it with a wooden pin.
The eldest grandson Qianxue sat behind a table, looking at him with no expression. An oil lamp was lit on the table, illuminating a bowl of cold eel fried noodles, and there was a plate next to it, with two poached eggs on it. .
There was an abnormal blush on Ding Ning's face, and after he closed the door, his breathing became heavy for a few minutes, but looking at his eldest grandson Qianxue who was waiting for him with the lamp on, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly , showing a smile.
He didn't say much, just sat opposite Changsun Qianxue, took the bowl of cold fried noodles, put two poached eggs on it, and started to eat silently.
"Is it really so delicious?"
Seeing Ding Ning's slightly swollen stomach when he sat down, Changsun Qianxue's eyes became colder again, "Obviously I've already eaten, but I still have to eat so much. All practitioners pay great attention to what they eat, and they can't wait to drink flowers when they drink water." Lu, you want to eat only the fruits of plants and trees that contain the aura of heaven and earth, after you are injured, you are so unscrupulous, overeating, is there really no problem?"
"It's a waste of effort, and the body will be washed naturally if you are above the eighth realm..."
Ding Ning chewed half of a poached egg, mumbled, and said somewhat proudly: "And who in the world can eat your poached eggs and noodles."
Changsun Qianxue gave him a cold look, "I bought the noodles and poached eggs from other shops."
"..." Ding Ning suddenly had a bitter face, unable to speak.
The eldest grandson Qianxue's expression became serious, and she looked at him: "When you reach the eighth level, you will naturally wash your body. It is really a waste of effort to cultivate your body and pay attention to your diet... Is that what that person said?"
Ding Ning swept away the rest of the noodles in a fit of anger, and nodded with puffed cheeks: "The eighth realm Qitian, if you don't use the method of condensing and storing, and directly use a large amount of heaven and earth vitality, then the practitioner himself is a key to open the world It has to be incomparably pure."
The eldest grandson Qianxue was a little shocked, and frowned: "But aren't all the ancient books all records, and only a clean diet can make the body clean and reach the eighth realm of Qitian and the ninth realm of longevity?"
Ding Ning glanced at her, and shook his head seriously: "There are very few people who can reach the eighth level, so most of the classics are just speculations. Those who can really achieve it can at most teach some of their understanding to their disciples, so what? Will go to great lengths to make people believe what the books say is wrong."
"In other words, for all sects, I wish practitioners from other sects would take more detours and make more mistakes." Ding Ning rubbed his stomach and added another sentence.
Changsun Qianxue thought about the meaning of these words, and remained silent for a while.
Ding Ning stood up, and went into the backyard as usual before preparing to practice, washed it with hot water, and changed into clean clothes.
However, tonight, he did not go back to the bedroom directly, but lit an oil lamp and walked into a brewing room next to him.
A faint firelight illuminated the wall next to the window.
There are many flower-like patterns on this wall, it looks like someone is idle and bored, just take a brush and draw a flower on it. It seems that it has been painted for many years, and many flowers have covered the entire wall.
However, Ding Ning knew that this was not an ordinary painted wall.
He painted over one of the flowers with a stick of charcoal, and then, seriously, painted two flowers.
Because there are too many people and things to remember, he is afraid that he will miss one of them, so he has such a wall.
However, looking at this wall silently, especially at the two newly painted flowers, he knew that he could do nothing now but wait.