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Vol 4 Chapter 66: New Year's Eve

With the lights flickering in the dark night, Zhou An could easily find the location of the cottage. The area of the cottage is not too big, only half of the hilltop. It looks like it has just been built. It is relatively simple, but the overall structure is not bad.

It's just that at this time the cottage was already deserted, and the rest of the people fled in fear. There was only one old man who kept a horse. The old man had a broken leg, so he couldn't walk at night or ride a horse, so he didn't run.

"Immortal Chief, I will accept my fate if you want to kill or cut, but these horses are all good horses. They don't know anything. If they can't do it, they can go to the city to buy them." The old man said again and again.

"Kill the horse, why should I kill the horse?" Zhou An said puzzledly, "You said you are a horse breeder, why did you come to be a horse bandit?"

The old man said helplessly: "I didn't know they were horse bandits at first, but they fooled me into saying that they came to the Immortal Sect to raise horses. As soon as I heard that they were Immortals, I came here with great interest."

"But there are indeed immortals among these people. For a while, I couldn't tell whether they were horse bandits or immortals. Anyway, I just raise horses."

Zhou An felt that this person didn't know right from wrong, so he said angrily, "These people look like horse bandits at first glance, you insist on calling them immortals."

The old man hesitated for a while and said: "But there is even a library here, so will the horse bandits have a library?"

Zhou An was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect such a thing to happen, and then said: "Zangshu Pavilion? Take me to see, I want to see what is in this so-called Zangshu Pavilion."

He noticed that these horse bandits seemed to really want to establish a sect of cultivating immortals, which probably had a prototype. What the man said before could not be true.

When I came to the so-called Zangshu Pavilion, it was a low-rise wooden building, and there were many books in it. Zhou An checked it out, and found that most of them were some fists and kicks, but there were still methods of entraining qi related to immortal cultivators.

This kind of method is very basic, but it does not prevent talented people from becoming immortal cultivators, it just takes a long time.

"What is going on with these horse bandits? Are they really planning to establish a cultivating sect here?"

Feeling a little surprised, Zhou An inspected the bookshelves again, his eyes locked on the few basic sword moves. His sword skills came from the doomsday game, and he was already at the master level. Such basic things should not be of much use to him, but he read half of a book of basic sword moves, but he had some inexplicable insights.

This made him feel that his sword skills might be able to reach another level, although the master level was already the highest level in theory.

He wants to see what kind of sword cultivator in this world is like, but it seems that sword cultivator is a relatively small part of immortal cultivators and needs higher talents.

Compared with Extraordinary people, Immortal cultivators have a higher natural threshold. Many things have been decided before birth. Mortals are mortals, immortals are immortals, most of the offspring of mortals are mortals, and most of the offspring of immortals are also immortals.

"I'm going to burn the stockade, do you want to go down together?"

Zhou An said to the old man who kept the horses, and then burned the whole village with a fire. The raging fire became more and more intense, and it could be seen from more than ten miles away, and the whole sky was burned red.

He could tell that this old man was not a horse bandit, he was probably fooled up here.

"My lord, let's go, I'll leave tomorrow morning." Sitting at the gate of the village, the old man waved his hand and said.

Zhou An rode his horse to the direction of the county seat, and heard from the village chief that there were permanent cultivators there, so he might be able to inquire about the sword talisman, and even if he couldn't, he could still visit the sect of cultivating immortals.

The direction is correct. After going down the mountain, it is not far from the county seat, and you can see the brightly lit scene in the distance.

The material in this world is still quite rich, and the walls of a small county town are extremely tall, and it will take a lot of effort to break through.

The door was open, and many people came in and out, which was unexpected. He thought he would not be able to enter until the next morning. There were quite a few people on the street, including some immortal cultivators.

After questioning, Zhou An found out that today is the New Year's Eve, which is why the city is so lively.

Kaiyuan seems to be a powerful cultivator, and this is also the birthplace of Kaiyuan.

Wandering in the night market, it was already late at night, and there were still many people. In this world, even ordinary people are very energetic.

Walking to a place where people gather, many people are watching from a distance, but they dare not approach.

"What's going on here? Why are there so many people?" Zhou An asked the man next to him holding a long sword.

Although he is not an immortal cultivator, he has strong blood energy, so he should be a warrior. A warrior can make up for his innate deficiencies, gather blood energy to a certain level, and then he can cross the threshold and enter the path of immortal cultivation.

The man glanced at Zhou An indifferently, and said lightly:

"Outsider."

"This is the annual Kaiyuan Competition. The winner can get some rare cheats or fairy treasures, but only immortal cultivators can enter. We can only watch from the outside, but it is enough to see. It is very rare to see these immortal cultivators make a move, and maybe they can get some immortal energy."

Although he appeared calm, his eyes were full of longing.

Zhou An nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, then I'll go in first, and you watch outside."

The man saw Zhou An's rustic look: "Can you go in?"

Zhou An was not sure: "It should be possible."

"······" The man didn't speak any more, instead he looked like he was watching a play, he was sure Zhou An was just pretending.

Zhou An has a feeling of traveling in an unfamiliar city. The lively environment will probably make people put aside other worries and walk to the gate.

There were a few servants holding long sticks standing at the door. They were full of blood and looked unusually strong. When they saw Zhou An walking in, they asked, "Only immortal cultivators can enter. Are you an immortal cultivator?"

Seeing Zhou An's unkempt appearance, they were full of suspicion, and the orb in his hand didn't respond at all.

Zhou An has experience in this kind of thing. He took out a knife from his arms, twirled it twice in his palm, and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

The servants guarding the gate immediately became respectful, nodding and bowing: "Please come in, Immortal Elder, please come in, Immortal Elder."

"Our main purpose is to prevent those mortals who don't know their level from coming in to disturb the atmosphere. If you offend me, please bear with us."

Zhou An is not surprised by this either. In such a society, the hierarchy is stricter than imagined. To become an immortal cultivator, no matter how powerful he is, he is regarded as a master.

As soon as he came in, he saw two monks fighting. They were not considered strong. They were almost all monks in the foundation building stage. They fought back and forth. One relied on immortal treasures, and the other relied on immortal techniques. Various methods were frequently used. There were thunder lights flashing above, and it was quite exciting to watch.

At this time.

Seeing Zhou An's embarrassed appearance, a simple-dressed monk with obvious noble aura became interested and stepped forward and asked, "I see that brother has been here for a long time, why don't you go up and have a try? The rewards for the Kaiyuan competition are quite good, and many people come here just for this."

"And the final winner will have the opportunity to join Daqi's Immortal Mansion."

Zhou An smiled and said indifferently: "I just came in to take a look, and I didn't want to participate. But what exactly is Daqi's Immortal Mansion?"

The monk opened the fan in his hand: "Da Qi's Immortal Mansion is naturally Da Qi's Immortal Mansion. It can be compared with Wangtian Mountain. There are many great monks among them."

"It seems that Xiongtai is an outsider. I see that Xiongtai is carrying a long sword. Could it be that he is a sword cultivator?"

Zhou An said little by little: "It is."

He felt that he should be regarded as a sword cultivator, at least the fighting style was similar, but there might be essential differences.

There was a hint of surprise on the monk's face: "Sword cultivators are generally rare, and the road to cultivation is even more difficult. It seems that your Excellency is not an ordinary person."

"My name is Qi Fugui, I don't know how to call you?"

Qi Fugui?

It's really a name with more than a little earth.

A trace of weirdness flashed across Zhou An's face, and he said with a smile, "My name is Zhou An, and your name is quite festive."

Qi Fugui was silent for a moment, then held his breath and said: "You are the first one to say my name is happy. In fact, this great monk himself is also a sword cultivator. I heard that if you win the competition, you can get a copy of the sword intent experience of the great monk Kaiyuan. Although it is not written by hand, it is quite good."

Sword intent experience?

Zhou An became somewhat interested when he heard this place, and saw that none of the monks here seemed to be very strong, so he said, "Then I'll give it a try?"

Qi Fugui nodded: "If you think you can do it, go ahead. Of course, there must be rules in the competition. You can hurt people, but you can't kill people."

Zhou An walked to the counter in the front row to make records. It was an extremely beautiful young woman with thick rouge on her face. Seeing Zhou An, she smiled and said, "Sir, are you going to participate in the competition?"

Zhou An nodded: "Yes."

The woman picked up a pen and began to record: "10 spirit stones are required to participate in the competition."

Zhou An was stunned for a moment, he didn't have any spirit stones on him, before he could speak, Qi Fugui greeted behind him: "His is on my head."

The woman's complexion changed, and she said respectfully, "Okay."

Zhou An didn't pay too much attention to this, but felt that Qi Fugui's identity might be a bit unusual, so he turned around and patted Qi Fugui on the shoulder: "It's very righteous, if you have money later, I will definitely make it up for you."

Qi Fugui's expression was obviously dull for a moment, and then he laughed loudly: "You are a bit interesting, then I will wait for you to return it to me."

When Zhou An walked towards the competition stage, the slightly older monk next to him whispered, "My lord, do you think he is very unusual?"

Qi Fugui glanced at him, "It's not ordinary, it's definitely not ordinary, but we still have to look at his strength. A swordsman should pay attention to talent and perseverance, otherwise he will go crazy."

The older monk echoed and said: "My lord is right. Generally speaking, sword masters have great potential. For example, four out of ten great monks are sword masters."

"Snobbery!" Qi Fugui said quietly: "You still have to look at your heart. Look at people, know your destiny, smile often, and worry to death."