Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

"Old Huang, come here, it's a persimmon tree."

The little beggar was overjoyed, threw down the wooden stick in his hand, and ran towards the persimmon tree with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

"Young master, slow down."

Beggar Lao Huang followed behind and hurriedly spoke out to remind him.

"fine."

The little beggar didn't take it seriously, and took three steps in parallel. When he was still three or five feet away from the persimmon tree, he couldn't control his joy and quickened his pace.

At this moment, Lao Huang also caught up. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he shouted: "Master, be careful, don't touch that tree."

The little beggar's hand had already stretched out towards the persimmon on the tree, and was about to touch the bright red persimmon on the tree.

He groaned in pain, and then hurriedly withdrew his hand back as if getting an electric shock.

"Young master, are you all right?"

Lao Huang stepped forward with a worried look on his face.

The little beggar raised his hand, and at some point, there was a crack in the palm of his hand, like a red line.

Runs through half of the palm.

"Fortunately, it was only a skin injury, not a bone injury."

The little beggar had lingering fears, and when he looked at the bright red persimmons on the tree, there was a little fear in his eyes.

"What cut my hand?"

He wondered.

"If I'm not mistaken."

The beggar named Lao Huang's face was solemn: "It should be sword energy."

"Sword Qi?"

The little beggar couldn't believe it.

"Ah."

Old Huang nodded.

"How did you know?"

The little beggar suddenly looked suspiciously at the old beggar.

Lao Huang chuckled: "Listen to what others said."

The little beggar didn't suspect him, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and carefully poked at the persimmon on the tree.

When the wooden stick was about to approach the tree, it suddenly broke from the tip, and the incision was smooth and flat, like a mirror.

"hiss"

The little beggar and the old beggar gasped at the same time, the little beggar was just surprised, but the old beggar himself was a powerful swordsman.

It is more clear how terrifying this invisible sword energy is, and how terrifying the swordsmanship of a person who can leave such a terrifying sword energy must be.

"It seems that there is another powerful swordsman in this world."

Old Huang sighed in his heart.

"Old Huang, do you think this is really something a human can do?"

The little beggar swallowed.

"It should be possible."

Lao Huang scratched his head: "I have heard them say that a swordsman who has cultivated the way of swords to a high level can cut rivers and mountains with a single stroke, and can leave invisible sword energy for days or months. Not even for years, decades.”

"Young master, look around here."

The little beggar lowered his head, only to find that under the persimmon tree, there were some rotten bones, mostly birds.

Presumably, he wanted to peck at the persimmons on this tree, and then be killed by the invisible sword energy contained within.

"Old Huang, shall we take a detour?"

The little beggar looked around with guilty eyes.

"It shouldn't be necessary. These bones have been there for a while, and it may just be a certain swordsman passing by here."

Old Huang shook his head.

The two continued to walk forward, and there was a steep upward slope in front of them. When the old beggar and the little beggar climbed to the top of the slope, their expressions became stiff at the same time, and their bodies also froze, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

There are no prehistoric beasts, and no man-eating Shura Yaksha, only a smooth slope in front of him.

It is about hundreds of feet long, just like a mirror.

The strange thing is that no matter how heavy the wind and snow is, as long as it floats on it, it will melt immediately.

In the valley not far away, there is also a falling mountain peak, as well as countless hideous sword marks and gravel of different sizes.

"Gudong."

for a long time

The little beggar came back to his senses, and said with difficulty: "Old Huang, do you think this place was a mountain before?"

"should..."

Lao Huang's Adam's apple trembled: "It should be."

"Then how did this mountain go there?"

The little beggar pointed to the hills in the valley and said.

"It should...it must have fallen in a strong wind."

Lao Huang's tone was uncertain.

"Why do I feel that this mountain was cut off by someone with a sword?"

The shock in the little beggar's eyes couldn't be concealed: "It's at least two or three hundred feet long. Who the hell can cut off this mountain with a single sword?"

"Such a cultivation base is too terrifying."

"Absolutely a strong master in the Grandmaster Realm, even a grand master in the Celestial Phenomenon Realm."

King Kong, Zhixuan, and Tianxiang are the masters. As long as they step into these three realms, they will have the qualifications to establish a sect and be the ancestor of the sect.

"Also, look at the hideous sword marks left around the valley, all of which are hundreds of feet long and several feet deep."

The little beggar said excitedly: "Almost half of the valley has been razed to the ground with sword energy. When did such a powerful swordsman appear in the world?"

The little beggar is just watching the fun, but Lao Huang, a strong swordsman, is watching the way.

If you want to cut through a three-hundred-foot mountain with one sword, even if you do it yourself, it will not be easy, let alone cut such a smooth mirror surface.

Chapter 50: The Screaming of the Money Shopkeeper (Third Watch)

It is true that there are talented people from generation to generation, and the new generation is better than the old.

Lao Huang sighed in his heart

At the same time, he also strengthened his belief that after escorting the young master, he will complete his unfinished business.

"My lord, we have broken into someone else's sword training place."

Lao Huang smiled wryly.

But the little beggar showed a look of regret: "It's a pity that I can't see the true face of this person in Lushan, or I will have a drink with him."

"My lord, the sword energy is pervasive here, so you can't easily set foot in it."

The old beggar said: "However, you can choose to spend the night in the surrounding area. The valley is full of sword energy, and there must be no wild beasts daring to come."

"good idea."

The two walked around the smooth mountainside, climbed to the edge of the valley, and found a big rock to escape the wind and snow.

I went around to pick up some dry firewood and came back to set up a bonfire.

After eating a lot during the day, coupled with the exhaustion from the journey, the two of them curled up and fell asleep not long after.

And at this time

In Qixia Town, dozens of miles away

Su Xuan was cooking by the fire, eating delicate snacks and fruits, while Xiaomi was busy in the kitchen.

During the daytime today, he went to the market to buy some shrimps and crabs, and he happened to fry them for wine.

"Shopkeeper, the stir-fried crayfish is here."

Xiaomi came up with a large iron plate, put the special stove on the table and put the iron plate on the fire.

The plate has shrimp and crab with many side dishes and meat.

Su Xuan went to the back of the stairs and took out a pot of aged daughter red, opened the lid, and immediately the strong aroma of wine filled the air.

"There's not much good wine left."

He first poured a glass for Xiaomi, and then filled it up for himself: "Gaiming, go to Guangyang Mansion, talk to the owner of Qiuxiangfang, and ask him to bring two more carts of wine."

"Remember, you want good wine. You tell shopkeeper Zhu that if you dare to pour water into it like last time, I will tear down his wine shop."

"no problem."

Xiaomi grinned: "The shopkeeper Zhu didn't pay you 80 taels last time. After all, you, the shopkeeper, earned a carload of drinks for nothing."

"Am I short of that money?"

Su Xuan smiled lightly, picked up the wine glass, took a sip and then put it down.

Good wine should be drunk slowly. If you gobble it up, you are an alcoholic, and you are wasting wine. He never does this kind of thing.

Pick up a piece of beef, it melts in your mouth, wrap it in egg liquid and fry it first, it is very tender.

"You will enjoy it as the shopkeeper."

Xiaomi also ate a piece, showing an intoxicated expression, and then sighed: "It's over, it's over, I feel like if this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to be a beggar."

"Then put down the chopsticks, there are still two rotten buns in the kitchen."

Su Xuan joked.

"I'm not that stupid."

Xiaomi shook his head.

"Don't eat something delicious, that's a bastard."

"Besides, our beggar gang also has dirty clothes and clean clothes."

"The big deal is that I, Xiaomi, will be a beggar for clean clothes in the future."

"I know that I miss the Beggar Gang's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Su Xuandao: "Even if it's for you, you won't be able to practice it, so why be persistent."

"Boss, you don't understand."

Xiaomi explained: "When I was about to starve to death, my brother helped me to eat, and I, Xiaomi, survived. Now I follow you as the shopkeeper, and my days are nourished, but I can't forget my roots."

Su Xuan paid Xiaomi wages every month, and most of them were used by him to help other beggars in the beggar gang. Xiaomi also packed the leftovers in the inn and sent them to them.

Su Xuan noticed these things, but he never stopped them. After all, the Beggar Gang helped him a lot.

"Yo, what delicious food are you two eating?"

"I can smell it two streets away."

Lao Xing's nose is more powerful than a dog's nose, and he came when he smelled it. He shook the snow on his body at the door.

Untied the waist knife, unceremoniously went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, poured himself another glass of wine, and then sat down.

"Zuzu, stir-fried lobster, and so much beef and mutton."

Lao Xing sighed: "Shopkeeper Lu, you are so chic these days."