At the end of the evening, two young sword cultivators came to Baihong Town.

They are a man and a woman, black and blue, and they are all light in dress and have no extra constraints on their bodies.

Li Mengzhou is more accustomed to wearing dark clothes, while Xiao Zhinan's clothes seem to be only red and dark blue. If they were not worn back and forth, they would be a pair of two colors of clothing.

"This Baihong Town is also a place of outstanding people. Although the place is not big, it is as prosperous as a big city. With just a few steps, it has passed by many practitioners."

If you don’t know the depth, it is difficult to determine whether these practitioners are from the mountain gate or the mountain. However, if you are a little older and have only below the third level of cultivation, you will be a real mountain monk, because there are no such weak practitioners in the mountain gate except those younger disciples.

Li Mengzhou looked at the situation on the streets of Baihong Town and said with some expectations: "This kind of atmosphere should be very attractive to craftsmen. Anyone with some ability will not choose to settle in the big city. Apart from the mountains and fields, only this kind of town is the most popular."

Even craftsmen need to cultivate sentiment and a relatively quiet and harmonious atmosphere. This kind of place is preferred by some people who escape from the world.

Xiao Zhinan's attention was obviously not on Li Mengzhou. She suddenly stopped, stared straight in one direction, and said softly: "There is a master."

Although there are many cultivators in Baihong Town, at present, no cultivators from the threshold of the four realms have appeared in front of them. At this moment, when Li Mengzhou heard Xiao Zhinan's words, he immediately looked along her gaze.

In front of a teahouse called "Anxiang" on the street, there was an old man wearing simple clothes and no difference from ordinary people. The only difference is that the old man looks energetic and does not look that old.

But being energetic is relatively more important. When Li Mengzhou's eyes swept over, he could also vaguely detect a melancholy look in the old man's eyes.

Obviously there is something hidden in my heart, and I am an old man with a story.

Of course, the elderly will have stories. From birth, to being able to walk, going to school, or going out to make money due to family reasons at a young age, then getting married, raising children and grandchildren, watching their descendants get married, that is a story that is difficult to tell easily.

But this is a story that ordinary old people in the world have. Although it was just a simple look, Li Mengzhou felt that the story of the old man in front of him should be different.

This is a subconscious feeling.

Xiao Zhinan's expression was very serious. She walked straight towards the old man. The Mohua sword was clenched tightly by her, and a faint sword intent emerged.

Li Mengzhou was a little surprised. Xiao Zhinan was obviously directly in the state of preparation. In other words, she was going to fight!

Although I think the old man is not simple, he is an old man after all, so how could he draw his sword as soon as he meets him?

Li Mengzhou quickly followed.

However, Xiao Zhinan just glanced at him and had the urge to draw his sword, which showed that the old man must be not an ordinary person. At least it was the first time that Xiao Zhinan had such a move after he came out of the capital.

Looking at the old man up close, it was really not much different from an ordinary old man. Although he was sitting, he was obviously not short and there was no sign of hunching his back. Apart from the melancholy look in his eyes, he also had a light from time to time. He was definitely not a person who was easy to provoke.

Temperament is one thing, but the old man's behavior is indeed the same as that of an ordinary old man. He was tired of walking and rested on the spot. The people in the teahouse were not driven away. After all, he did not sit directly at the door of the house.

There were several boys and girls who were still wearing open crotch pants playing and playing with each other, and were circling around the old man. The old man also looked very kind, looking at them with a smile and playing, and said in a panic, "Don't run so fast, be careful to fall!"

Just when he was only concerned about the safety of those playful children, his vision was suddenly blocked by a shadow. He squinted his eyes and looked up and saw a girl holding a sword.

Of course, the girl holding the sword was Xiao Zhinan. She looked at the old man with a cold expression, bowed her hand and said, "Please give me advice."

The old man looked at her in a daze.

Li Mengzhou also came close at this time and said to the old man with a smirk, "Sorry."

Then he pulled Xiao Zhinan's sleeve lightly and lowered his voice and said, "You are too straightforward. To put it nicely, it's straightforward, but to put it badly, there's a problem with your brain. Why do you fight and kill at any time? You have to be polite and ask aloud."

Xiao Zhinan listened to Li Mengzhou's suggestion, greeted the old man again, and said, "Hello, senior, please give me advice."

Li Mengzhou: "..."

Old man: "..."

So just adding the word "good"?

The old man said happily at this time: "Old man, I don't know anything. What do you want to teach me?"

Xiao Zhinan said seriously: "You are a practitioner, that's enough."

The old man smiled but said nothing.

He looked at Xiao Zhinan with a little interest. It was indeed very interesting to see him when he met for the first time just because he was a cultivator.

"There are many practitioners in Baihong Town. Why did the little girl find me the old man?"

"Because you are different from them, the sword in my hand is only unsheathed at the strong."

"Old man, I'm a strong man in your eyes?"

"At least you are the strongest among the practitioners I have seen in Baihong Town, and I have a feeling that maybe you are one of the real strong people I have seen in my life."

The old man smiled and said, "The real strong man... there is no absolute strong man in the world. He may be born or destroyed, or surpassed by later generations. Who can truly sit firmly on the name of the strong?"

Xiao Zhinan frowned and said, "There are many strong people in the world. Even if they are defeated one day, they cannot deny that he was once a strong person."

The old man sighed: "The defeated strong man is no longer a strong man, but just a pitiful wasteful man who is lingering in lingering."

Li Mengzhou suddenly said at this time: "Can you be defeated by someone and give up on yourself and survive in this Baihong Town? If you have this idea, you will be really useless."

The old man's eyes were slightly stern, he looked at Li Mengzhou deeply, and then said with a smile: "You two little guys are sword cultivators?"

Li Mengzhou and Xiao Zhinan nodded.

They had no doubt that if the old man was really a powerful practitioner, he could see that they were sword cultivators and there was nothing to make a fuss about.

"Sword Cultivator is very good." The old man sighed: "With the sword immortal from the Western Jin Dynasty, the declining sword sect will have a chance to climb again one day. I just don't know if I can be lucky enough to see that scene."

Xiao Zhinan said: "I don't care whether my senior is a strong person or not, but please give me a sword."

After finally meeting an existence that made Mo Hua Jian excited, Xiao Zhinan would never miss this opportunity. She held the sword in her right hand in her hand, and there was a loud sound, and Mo Hua was unsheathed.

The old man waved his hands at the boys and girls who were watching curiously, and said with a smile: "Go and play."

Of course, the children didn't have that much thought and soon had a fun again.

The old man said: "There are many practitioners in Baihong Town, and it is not uncommon to fight on the street occasionally. Although the guardian has never paid attention to this, it is because those practitioners are very familiar with the rules. No matter how they resolve their grudges, they will not involve ordinary people."

"If you want to draw a sword, then change the place."

This was also the old man agreed in disguise. Xiao Zhinan naturally would not refuse. He followed the old man and walked towards somewhere unknown.

The old man did not walk out of the town, but walked slowly along the street.

Li Mengzhou and Xiao Zhinan could only follow behind without a word.

The old man walked very slowly, as if he was really an old man.

From time to time, he would wave to the acquaintances he met, just like an old man at home taking his grandchildren out for a walk.

But Li Mengzhou and Xiao Zhinan did not lose patience because of this. They followed the old man closely, and seemed to be very worried that the old man would fall or be knocked down, so they would protect him with all their heart.

Fortunately, the old man did not keep walking forward. As pedestrians gradually became scarce on the road, he turned around and entered an alley.

Li Mengzhou and Xiao Zhinan followed suit.

At the end of the narrow alley is a relatively empty place. It is obvious that there are people living here. There are small yards with blue bricks and gray tiles nearby. Many of them are slightly dilapidated and very quiet.

The old man turned his back to Li Mengzhou and Xiao Zhinan, looked around and said, "This is a dilapidated alley. As the name suggests, it is very dilapidated. There were still many people living in it, but as Baihong Town became more prosperous, those who earned some money moved out. Currently, the people who live here are lonely and widowed elderly people like me, but at this time, they should have to sleep and can't make a noise."

Li Mengzhou stood beside him and watched the show.

Xiao Zhinan held up the sword of the flower and said, "Please give me advice."

The old man turned around and said with a smile: "Little girl, you seem to be able to only say this. Well, I haven't had any exercises for a long time, so I've exercised before the meal."

"Get out the sword."

Xiao Zhinan frowned and said, "Where is the sword of senior? Or senior doesn't use a sword, but there should always be weapons."

The old man shook his head slightly and said, "I don't remember where the sword was thrown. It's a lot of trouble to find it now, so let's just do it. Little girl, just draw the sword, don't worry about killing me, the old man with one sword."

Xiao Zhinan didn't say anything more. She took a step forward and handed it out, "I offended you."

As the sword of the last flower was handed out, the sword intention rose sharply.

A long rainbow cuts through the night sky.

The old man's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Good sword."
Chapter completed!