The boy was small, thin, and very sensible. The old woman just scolded him for a few words and no longer paid attention to him playing with mud there. She smiled and looked at the girl sitting opposite her, saying, "I heard that my daughter doesn't have the accent like our Jiang people, why did she come here alone? And I see which daughter should be from which family you dress, but the noble daughter is not as refreshing as her daughter, and she can't eat such coarse food, which is strange."

The girl looked up at the old woman and said softly: "I am from Yan State, not a noble daughter. When I go to Jiang State, I just have fun."

The old woman didn't know much about the things in the court. Although she occasionally heard about the frequent frictions between Jiang and Yan countries, she could not really understand them clearly and said with some pity: "Yan countries are far away from here. The girl traveled through mountains and rivers, probably she suffered a lot."

The girl thought that she had never suffered any hardships along the way. She had never traveled so far, but she felt a little novel in her heart. Rather than being tired from the road, she was more looking forward to it.

This girl from Yan State appeared in Jiang State, of course, was Xiao Zhinan in Jianlu.

In the Wanli Plain and Ning Haoran, the Northern Tibet Front fought one after another, and Xiao Zhinan began to travel in Jiang Kingdom. Of course, she was not aimless. Her goal was to point directly to the capital. She just hoped to see more scenery that was not available in Yan Kingdom on the way. If she was lucky enough to meet some evil people in Jiang Kingdom by chance, she could also fight happily.

If Xu Beihan of the Western Jin Dynasty was a sword crazi, in fact, Xiao Zhinan could also be regarded as the title. After all, they are all sword cultivators and they all regard swords as their lives. But the difference is that Xu Beihan only has swords in his eyes, but there are other things in Xiao Zhinan's eyes, which is somewhat contrary to Zhenchi.

The old woman looked at the beautiful girl who seemed to be talking too much, then looked at the sword on her right hand, and said, "I have lived for most of my life. I have seen some worlds when I was young. The world is very big and I am a natural person. Good-looking daughters may not be seen in remote areas, but there are still many outside."

"It's funny. During my years of flowering season, I also yearn for those omnipotent immortal cultivators, but unfortunately I have no chance to do it. But I think even if there are many beautiful girls in the world, they are not as good as you in front of you. Only those immortals can look so beautiful."

Xiao Zhinan was a little surprised. She didn't expect that an old woman in this small village would know about the practitioner. Although the monk was more mysterious than ordinary people in the world, it was not unknown. But what was even more strange was that the old woman could guess that she would be a practitioner.

If you don't speak, it's equivalent to default.

The old woman was clear about it and couldn't help but recall the beautiful years when she was ignorant of the world but was full of curiosity. When she got old, this kind of memory was just a memory. Perhaps when she thought of it occasionally, her emotions would still fluctuate, but she would no longer have the feeling she used to.

So even if there was a practitioner sitting in front of her, and she was still eating simple food with her, she could still maintain peace and calmness.

Xiao Zhinan ate silently, and after swallowing the last small piece of steamed bun in his hand, she wiped her mouth, looked at the old woman, and said, "Since my mother-in-law once yearned for the world of cultivation, she should also know whether there are practitioners near this village?"

The old woman didn't expect Xiao Zhinan to ask this question. She thought about it very seriously and said, "I did hear a strange thing a few days ago. If you think about it carefully, it should be related to the practitioner. In this small village, no one's thoughts are closer to the world of immortals than me."

Xiao Zhinan sat upright.

The old woman smiled slightly and said, "In a village next to her, a marshal came. It seemed that she had some means of practicing. Although I was young, I was not able to enter that world, but it was probably clear that in addition to the true immortal cultivator, there were indeed some people with extraordinary means in the world. Those were eliminated by the world of cultivation. But for ordinary people, they were very powerful, and naturally some ignorant people would praise it."

"It is said that the village was messed up by the gangster. I wanted to tell the truth, but they didn't believe me. And I was old and it was really difficult for me to go to and from two villages often. After a long time, I was unwilling to pay attention to it."

Xiao Zhinan knew very well that the old woman mentioned the warriors were people who were similar to those who had visualized the calculus and some painters, but could not withstand the baptism of Amaterasu. Those strange people who were just cultivators and ordinary people could not be compared with real practitioners. Even in terms of fighting skills, martial artists above the ninth grade could easily kill these strange people.

She was a little disappointed with this, but the old woman had not finished speaking.

The old woman did not notice Xiao Zhinan's expression change, but continued to say to herself: "But a few days ago, something strange happened in that village. It seemed that a young man passed by that villager, and then the Guanyu built by the villager for the martial arts warlock fell strangely. The villagers who blindly admired the martial arts warlock naturally became panicked."

"And the martyr also encouraged the villagers' direction, saying that the young man destroyed Guanyu and destroyed the feng shui of the village, and a great disaster would come. The villagers had no doubt about the martyr's words, and they actually wanted to burn the young man to death."

Speaking of this, the old woman was a little indignant, but more helpless. There were many fools. After all, because she could not explore the more mysterious world, she demonized some natural disasters or images caused by monks. This led to many imaginary immortals and gods such as the Mountain God Temple, the City God Temple, and many other imaginary immortals and even sneaky fools.

Although there is no shortage of people in the secular world who know the existence of practitioners like old women, and even in many places, such people occupy the majority, they cannot be understood in relatively remote places. If calculated on a large scale, there are still far more people who believe in ghosts and gods than those who truly have a clear understanding.

The old woman digested the emotions in her heart, and her turbid eyes gradually flashed, and she said, "But the next thing turned around again. A sword appeared out of thin air in the young man's hand. With a light wave, the ground split and it was bottomless. The warlock screamed and fell into the gap, afraid that the corpse would remain."

"Then the young man, who was unknown, pointed his sword at the river outside the village, and poured the river water into the dividing gullies on the ground. In a short time, it turned into a big river that was connected to the river outside the village. I think only the real immortal cultivator could do such a magical thing... Cough cough cough!"

After that, the old woman couldn't hide her excitement and started to cough violently.

Xiao Zhinan quickly got up, came behind the old woman, patted her hunched back, and a slight slight spiritual energy entered the old woman's body, allowing her to slowly recover from stability.

The physical constitution of ordinary people cannot withstand the power of spiritual energy, let alone the elderly. However, Xiao Zhinan's mastery of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has long reached an unimaginable level, and it is very simple to stabilize the old woman's emotions.

But this is not something that ordinary practitioners can do. Even monks who have entered the four realms cannot do so subtlely.

The boy playing with mud seemed to have no idea what was going on. He looked back at the scene and looked curious, but he ran back quickly. He wiped his little hand hard on his body a few times, took the old woman's hand, and stood beside him in a daze.

Xiao Zhinan thought that although the old woman seemed to be no longer concerned about the practitioners she had longed for, she actually had an indescribable root of the practitioners in her heart, otherwise she would not have become so excited.

But Xiao Zhinan also became a little interested in the young man mentioned by the old woman. According to the old woman's description, the methods used by the young man must be achieved by a great monk above the fourth realm. Since he is a young man, it naturally means that he is very young. The young great monk of the fourth realm is exactly what Xiao Zhinan is looking forward to meeting.

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The mist in the early morning was hazy, covering the nearby small villages, as if they were in a dream fairyland.

Xiao Zhinan stayed at the old woman's house for one night, said goodbye early in the morning, and headed towards another small village several miles apart.

There are several villages not far away from here, and they often walk around each other. They are surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery, and are naturally rare in Yan State, which is relatively embarrassed in the environment.

Following the mountain road and following the direction the old woman told her, Xiao Zhinan looked at the beautiful morning scenery and saw a big river in about half an hour. The flow of the big river itself was traceable, but a tributary was separated from it and inserted across the middle of the village, but it stopped before reaching the border of the village.

Xiao Zhinan looked at the river silently.

The young man drew his sword a few days ago, but the new tributary was still filled with the cold sword intent, but this sword intent did not affect ordinary people. Otherwise, in just a few days, the villagers close to this tributary would have suffered heavy casualties.

Xiao Zhinan quietly sensed the sword intent that was about to dissipate.

She noticed a sense of inexplicable familiarity.

It seems that I have been exposed to such a sword intent at some point.

She walked along the shore of the tributary and murmured: "It's not the sword of the Western Jin Dynasty, nor the sword of the Yan State. It's the sword of the Jiang State. In addition to the academy, there is only the only one Li Palace in the territory of Jiang State."

She suddenly woke up.

No wonder she felt that this sword intent was very familiar. She had really touched it.

I just don’t know which gentleman the young monk who drew his sword to lead the river was from which mountain gate?

Apart from the sword mountain in the Western Jin Dynasty, there are only Beiyan Jianlu and Jiangguo Jianyuan in the world. Xiao Zhinan thought that he was not bad, and the people in the sword courtyard should not be too bad either.

Looking at the steady river surface in front of him, Xiao Zhinan felt an impulse in his heart.

I thought that if I didn’t draw the sword, my mood would become very bad in the next few days.

He drew his sword very seriously, swung his sword, and returned it to the sheath.
Chapter completed!