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Chapter 216 Sir, can you touch your sword for me?

Ning Lang practiced sword day by day, but he still couldn't understand his own way of swordsmanship.

In fact, he had already noticed this problem before he went to the capital. Originally, he planned to go directly to Xishu Jianmen to find Lu Qingxuan to sharpen his sword, trying to understand his own way of swordsmanship in the confrontation, but later the plan was disrupted by systematic tasks.

Now that he has successfully broken through to the top of the Shouyi Realm, and is only one step away from the Heavenly Tribulation, Ning Lang naturally wants to put this matter on the agenda.

At night, the full moon is in the sky.

After the training, the master and the disciples were sitting in the gazebo to rest. At this time, the ginkgo tree next to Gu Xiyao's house was completely yellow. Whenever the wind blows, the leaves on the tree are bound to fall, adding to Miao Miao Peak. A bit poetic.

Ning Lang was sitting here, with one foot on the seat, holding the gourd of raising swords in his right hand, taking a sip from time to time, while Gu Xiyao leaned beside him, scratching his head for a while, and patted the mosquitoes for a while, as if for a moment Can't stop.

When it was late at night, Ning Lang turned his head and said: "Xi Yao, Master is going down the mountain tomorrow, can you stay at Miao Miao Peak?"

Gu Xiyao immediately asked, "Where is Master going?"

"Go to a place called Xishu Jianmen. Master will come back after a few days. It's cold now, and you don't know anyone there. You can stay in Miaomiao Peak and practice swords with your brothers and sisters."

"Okay." Gu Xiyao seemed a little reluctant.

Ning Lang pinched her chubby face, and said with a smile: "Be good, wait for Master to come back, I hope you have already grasped the way of the sword."

Gu Xiyao pouted and said, "How can it be so fast, I'm only ten years old."

"But haven't you already opened the river realm? Master believes that you can do it."

Gu Xiyao turned sideways and stopped talking.

……

Before dawn, Ning Lang left quietly.

No one on Miao Miao Peak knocked on Ning Lang's room, and everyone tacitly did what they should do. Gu Xiyao didn't wake up until Chen Shi, she went outside, and saw that several senior brothers and sisters were After eating at the door of the kitchen, he yawned and shouted unhappily, "Why don't you wake me up."

Li Huaijin smiled and said, "Then why don't you just sleep in more?"

"Senior Brother Six, you are necrotic."

After Gu Xiyao cursed, she immediately ran into the house and came out with the big black sword that Ning Lang gave him. She walked to the edge of the cliff by herself and practiced the basic Kugang swordsmanship.

Song Xiaohua came up with the last stack of vegetables, and seeing Gu Xiyao standing on the edge of the cliff practicing sword, she frowned and shouted in puzzlement: "Xiyao, don't you want to eat?"

"I eat."

While practicing the sword, Gu Xiyao said loudly: "I will eat after I finish practicing the sword."

"Hahaha."

Hearing this, the senior brothers and sisters all burst into laughter.

Little Junior Sister is so cute.

Only Song Xiaohua asked incomprehensibly, "What's wrong with Xi Yao?"

Song Zhifei said with a smile: "When Master left, he told her that he hoped to see her kendo when he came back, and he had already glimpsed the way of the sword, so little junior sister..."

It turned out that Mr. En had assigned the task before he left, no wonder Xiao Xiyao worked so hard.

Song Xiaohua looked at Gu Xiyao's figure and smiled, went to the kitchen and took out another bowl, and left some of each dish for Gu Xiyao.

The few people next to them didn't say anything. After eating, they went to their own rooms to practice.

Gu Xiyao practiced the Kugang swordsmanship several times, and finally she was exhausted, so she sat down at the dining table with the big black sword in her hand, rested for a while, and after she had recovered her breath, she started to gobble up again.

Song Xiaohua was sewing cotton padded clothes for the people on Miaomiao Peak this year, while saying: "Don't worry, eat slowly..."

"Sister Xiaohua, the food you cook is really delicious."

"Stop talking, be careful of choking."

"Hiccup~"

……

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Baishi City can be regarded as a very remote small county town in the west. There are not many people in the county town, about [-] people are dead, but because this is the closest county town to the Jianmen of Xishu, sometimes some outsiders will come here.

Ning Lang was sitting in the only restaurant in the county right now, drinking the very spicy baijiu here.

There were only two tables of people in the restaurant at this time, except for Ning Lang, there were only seven strong men sitting on one table, only three of them were practitioners, one was able to open the river, and the other two could only refine Qi. Realm cultivation base, at their age, I am afraid that it will be difficult to make further progress in cultivation base in their lifetime.

However, they are very satisfied with their current life. Just relying on delivering daily necessities to Jianmen of Xishu, they can support their family and set aside a little spare money for drinking.

They also chatted now.

"Old Wu, after this trip, how much money can Xishu Jianmen pay us?"

"You have to ask Lao Jiang about this, he is good at settling accounts."

"I guess there are seven or eight spirit stones."

"Seven or eight spirit stones? So many!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. After all, we have already made two trips before. It was Xishu Jianmen who thought it was troublesome to hold back the money for our two shipments. They will definitely settle the payment for us this time."

"I don't know if they will cheat us."

"Don't worry, Xishu Jianmen will not do such a thing. A few spirit stones are a lot of money for us, but for them, that's nothing."

"Hahaha, yes, it is indeed a fart to them."

"Come on, just flush this fart and drink one."

"drink."

The seven strong men drank the spirits proudly.

After drinking half a bowl, the middle-aged man with the highest state among them said: "You guys take some drinks, we have to go on the road in the afternoon, don't delay."

"Yes, yes, I heard that bandits have appeared on the Gobi Desert recently, so we have to be careful."

"That's right, then stop drinking after drinking this bowl."

"Okay, just finish this bowl."

A group of people next to him were buzzing, but Ning Lang, who was sitting at the next table, didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just drinking wine in a leisurely manner.

Just when Ning Lang was about to put the rest of the wine into the sword gourd.

Outside the restaurant.

Another sallow and thin boy walked in. He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with ragged clothes and messy hair. The most eye-catching thing in his body was probably the wooden sword on his waist, but the wooden sword was really made It was so rough that even the blade seemed to bend a lot.

As soon as he walked in, the boss immediately rushed forward and said: "Walk, where did you come from, I don't have anything to give you here."

"I'm not a beggar, I have money." As he said that, the young man took out a small handful of copper coins from his pocket, handed them to the boss and said, "Although there are not many, it is enough to buy a bowl of noodles. You open the door to do business. It’s not going to drive the guests away, right?”

The boss really didn't want to do his business, but seeing outsiders in the restaurant, he was afraid of ruining the reputation of the restaurant, so he could only say: "Forget it, forget it, you can choose a seat where no one is there."

"Got it."

The young man wiped his nose, glanced at the two tables in the restaurant, and finally his eyes stopped on the Tai'a sword on Ning Lang's waist. His eyes were full of envy, just like the sword hanging on Ning Lang, Just like his biggest dream in this life.

He hesitated for three breaths, and finally stepped forward and sat down on the table next to Ning Lang.

While waiting for the noodles, he always glanced at the sword on Ning Lang's waist from time to time.

Ning Lang had already noticed it, but he didn't expose it.

"Here comes the noodles. Eat quickly. After eating, leave early. I haven't showered for many days. It smells like sweat." After the boss finished speaking, he pinched his nose and left.

The boy didn't care about the boss's cynicism at all. He drank up all the noodle soup first, and after eating half a bowl of noodles, he yelled at the boss, "Boss, do you want money for the noodle soup?"

"No."

"Then trouble me with a bowl of noodle soup, I'm thirsty for the journey."

The boss rolled his eyes, but still stepped forward to take the bowl to the back kitchen.

The young man turned sideways, taking advantage of this moment, to look at the Tai'a sword on Ning Lang's waist without turning his eyes, until Ning Lang opened his mouth and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The boy was startled and almost fell off the chair.

He said, "I'm looking at your sword."

"Does it look good?"

He nodded again and again, "It looks good."

Seeing that Ning Lang was silent, he stood up and asked tentatively, "Sir, can you touch your sword for me?"

Ning Lang was stunned.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Miss An from Qinchuan.

Because the title of Mr. is a unique name for monks in the Jiangnan area, which means that the young man is likely to be from the Jiangnan side. This place is regarded as Western Shu, thousands of miles away from the Jiangnan area. There is no one else around the young man. Could it be? Said that he really came all the way from Jiangnan to Xishu by himself?
Ning Lang suddenly became curious about the boy.

He drew out Tai'a sword, put it on the table, and said in a calm voice: "Be careful, don't cut your hand."

The boy's whole body shook, and he was so excited that he almost jumped up. After wiping his hands with his clothes, he tentatively reached out to Tai'a Sword.

"Yin~" When the young man's hand touched the blade, Tai'a Sword trembled slightly, and made an ear-piercing sound.

"Gulu." The boy swallowed his saliva, and a strange look burst out in his eyes.

All the strong men on the table next to him also looked at the sword.

Ning Lang took a sip of wine and asked, "Have you finished touching?"

The boy nodded stiffly.

"Hoo!" Ning Lang retracted the sword into the scabbard without any hassle.

Looking at this scene, the young man looked at Ning Lang with admiration in his eyes.

He refused to move.

……

　Stay up late to code and ask for a monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)