The young man with thick eyebrows was also very satisfied, his eyes were full of satisfaction, and his opponent was very strong. This kind of fight was also a rare experience for him.

"He is a person from the Yan Dynasty and a practitioner from the True Fire Palace."

He took the umbrella falling from above, inserted the black big sword into the handle of the umbrella again, and then covered the surface of the umbrella again to cover the sky above the handsome young man who walked out. At the same time, he looked at the legendary Mr. Zhao Si and said as he looked at the legendary Mr. Zhao Si.

No wonder his umbrella is very big. Only when the umbrella surface is very big can the handle appear to be too thick.

The beautiful young man, Mr. Zhao Si, the current head of the Jianlu, kept walking by the corpse of the tall and thin practitioner, walked along the path and towards the direction of the Wei River in the distance.

"It should be Yan Dongfu. After seeing him take action, I knew it was almost him. The Chihuo True Art just now looked like a little bit, and I should have obtained some true teachings from Cao Yangming, the True Fire Palace."

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, looked back. The Changling behind him had only one edge of the outline in the wind and rain. Even the huge corner towers could not be seen clearly. However, he was always worried that countless chariots would suddenly rush out from the heavy rain curtain, and suddenly several extremely powerful practitioners would run out to chop him into a sword.

"Is this fat? It doesn't look like fat at all." So he couldn't help but murmur when he saw the danger. He still felt that the small streets and small iron shops were good in the past. If he had a choice, he felt that he could not enter this straight and dangerous city in 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 had already seen clearly that these people were nothing different. They all wanted to grab meat from the other party's mouth. If they were not evenly robbed, they would be fighting. If we are as weak as we are now, if we really cooperate with them, they would be eaten in one bite."

The young man with thick eyebrows suddenly turned his head and looked at him strangely: "It seems that something is wrong. I have just met the young lady of the merchant once. No matter how she speaks, she is as soft as her, and she is gentle and gentle."

"Is that true?"

Mr. Zhao Si was slightly stunned. Looking back, he seemed to have his speaking speed slower than usual. When he talked about these things, he no longer had the usual anger.

"I probably learned something from her."

After pausing slightly, he said seriously with some sigh: "You probably understand why the master didn't let you stay in the sword furnace before, and asked you to follow me to walk more and see more."

Zhao Zhi also shook his head seriously: "I'm stupid. You can learn it, but I may not be able to learn it after reading it."

"Cultivation is like crossing the river with a touch of stones in the dark night. The longer you live, the further you go, and the more important it is to understand and experience." Mr. Zhao Si's temperament seemed to be a little calmer, and he asked without any anger: "You said that Jin Dongfu, who had finally reached the fifth level, finally died here?"

Zhao Zhi said without thinking: "Because we met us, and we never had the habit of keeping up."

"It's because I don't have vision and knowledge."

Mr. Zhao Si laughed sarcastically and said, "He had no knowledge. If he followed us, he would die. All dynasties and sects, except when they really invaded the city and destroyed the dynasty, there would be no communication at all. We and the practitioners of the Qin Dynasty were much stronger than those of the three dynasties of Yan, Chu and Qi. After all, for so many years of struggle, even three of the country were destroyed. I have seen a little bit of any means."

Zhao Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

"You probably can't understand why Master only passed you one move." Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and continued.

Zhao Zhi shook his head.

Mr. Zhao Si looked up at the front, took a deep breath, and said, "Master is a master who is truly good at teaching according to his aptitude. He knows that you are stupid. If you only practice this move, you will have fewer obstacles in your practice. I asked you to follow me because you only know that move, and the means of dealing with it are always too monotonous. You see more people and more different means. You remember it in your heart. In the future, it will be easier to deal with something similar."

When Zhao Zhi heard that he was stupid, he was not angry, but his eyes were filled with deep feelings and longing.

There is a big river ahead, with turbid waves surging, stormy waves swaying on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow are rolling up.

Already arrived by the Wei River.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Zhi jumped onto a bamboo raft tied to the grass on the shore. Although he shouted to Mr. Zhao Si who was looking back at Changling at this time, he did not immediately take the raft. Instead, he took out two wine pots, drank the spirits of one of the wine pots in one mouthful, and then poured the other pot into the surging river water.

"Junior Brother Zhao Zhan, I respect you!"

It was not until this time that tears were left in his eyes.

Bangbangbang...

The bamboo raft flows down the stormy waves.

Zhao Zhi did not hold an umbrella anymore, but he held the bamboo pole in his hand and beat the bamboo pole in the other hand, singing loudly.

The singing is rough, and it is a slang for small places. It cannot be heard clearly, but the beat of the striking is heavy and firm, like a iron.

...

As the night became darker, the door under the blue wine of the sycamore tree fell was pushed open, revealing a dim light of fire.

Ding Ning put away the umbrella, brought it to the door, and then inserted it with a wooden pin.

Changsun Qianxue sat behind a table and looked at him without any expression. An oil lamp was lit on the table, illuminating a bowl of cold eel fried noodles, and a plate next to it with two poached eggs on it.

There was an abnormal blush on Ding Ning's face. After closing the door, his breathing became heavier. However, looking at Changsun Qianxue who was waiting for him while the light was lit, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised up slightly, revealing a smile.

He didn't say much, but sat opposite Changsun Qianxue, pulled the basin of cold fried noodles, buckled the two poached eggs on it, and then began to eat without a sound.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Seeing Ding Ning's slightly bulging belly when he sat down, Changsun Qianxue's eyes became colder again, "I have eaten it and I have to eat so much. All practitioners pay great attention to what they have in their mouths. They want to drink water and drink flower dew. They want to eat only the plants and fruits containing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. After you are injured, you are so cold and overeating. Is it really okay?"

"It takes no time to wash your body naturally above the eight realms..."

Ding Ning chewed half a poached egg, vaguely and said proudly: "And who in the world can eat the poached egg and noodles you made."

Changsun Qianxue looked at him coldly, "I bought both noodles and poached eggs from other shops."

"..." Ding Ning suddenly felt bitter and couldn't speak.

Changsun Qianxue's expression became serious and looked at him: "When you reach the eighth level, you will naturally wash your body. It's really a waste of effort to cultivate yourself and adjust yourself before you, pay attention to your diet... Is this what that person said?"

Ding Ning swept away the remaining noodles in anger, and nodded with his cheeks: "The eighth realm Qitian, if you don't use condensation and storage to directly call the energy of heaven and earth, then the practitioner himself is the key to opening the heaven and earth, and he must be extremely pure."

Changsun Qianxue was a little shocked and frowned: "But not all the classics are recorded. Only by clean eating can you cleanse your body and reach the eighth realm of Qitian and the ninth realm of immortality?"

Ding Ning glanced at her and shook her head seriously: "Seldom people can reach the eighth level, so most classics are just speculations that those who can really achieve can at most teach some experiences and words to their own disciples. How can they spend their efforts to make people believe in the mistakes mentioned in those classics?"

"Or in other sects, I hope that cultivators from other sects will 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 moment.

Ding Ning stood up and walked into the backyard like before he was preparing to practice. He rinsed it with hot water and changed his 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 fire illuminated a wall beside the window.

There are many flowers-like patterns on this wall, which looks like someone is bored and just draws a flower with a pen when he has nothing to do. It seems that after painting for many years, many flowers have crawled all over the entire wall.

However, Ding Ning knew that this was not an ordinary wall of painting.

He painted one of the flowers with a charcoal, and then carefully 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 the wall silently, especially the two newly painted flowers, he knew that he could do nothing now, so he could only wait.
Chapter completed!