The sun was getting brighter, and Zheng Xiu stood in a deserted garden with his hands on his back.

There are only a dozen broken house foundations left in this wasteland. Miscellaneous trees and weeds submerge the highest points of these ruins. However, even looking at the patterns on the broken bricks with a corner, swaying in the wind like waves, extending towards the distance but not seeing the end, it is enough to imagine how magnificent this house was back then.

She looked at the south with a look of indifferent expression, which was the direction of the Wei River port.

The sun was bathing on her body, but her face looked paler and whiter. It was not the kind of bright and solemn whiteness, but the paleness that was almost weak.

"The family has no patience with you."

The old man in yellow robe who always appeared behind her like a ghost at any time narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice.

"People who are impatient die faster."

Zheng Xiu did not look at him, but said with a slight mockery: "What's more, I don't understand why my family is not patient. Is the business in Changling not going smoothly these days?"

"It has nothing to do with business, but you should understand that what Jiaodong County lacks is not money." A strong expression of displeasure appeared in the eyes of the old man in yellow. He felt disrespectful, especially when the other party asked questions clearly.

His tone became even colder, and he said, "The family is increasingly unable to understand what you do. Although the family is not short of money, it is not allowed to spend money inexplicably. This wasteland is also the same, and the people who keep investing in the practice of those who are in the Bashan Sword Field."

"Of course I understand what Jiaodong County lacks the most."

Zheng Xiu said calmly: "I'm afraid that the people in Jiaodong County are used to making money but not to pay. I'm afraid that they are really the existence of those small families that Changling and other clans despise from the bottom of their hearts."

The old man in the yellow robe frowned deeply.

"Just like this deserted garden." But before he could say anything, Zheng Xiu's voice sounded again, "The previous owner of this deserted garden was also surnamed Zheng, and he came here from Guanzhong. If it goes up two hundred years, perhaps our Zheng family and he will appear on the same family tree. The most important thing is that this place was sold to me by the Gongsun family."

"Gongsun Family?"

The old man in yellow robe was a little shocked: "Why?"

"I don't know, but in Changling... they have enough patience no matter what they do, at least more patience than those in their family." Zheng Xiu turned around and looked at the old man in yellow robe and said coldly: "As for practicing... you will see it soon."

"Quickly, how fast?"

The old man in yellow robe took a deep breath, and he couldn't help but sneer and said, "I can tell you what you say to my family, but they don't listen, but they look at them."

Zheng Xiu looked at the weeds, but she didn't say anything else.

"Wang Jingmeng has not competed with swords for a long time. There are so many priceless medicines, no matter how serious his injuries are... so many piles of medicines are piled up. Although I don't understand why he has been delayed for so long and didn't find anyone to compete with swords, even if he doesn't take the initiative, someone will still challenge him."

The old man in yellow robe turned around. The moment he turned around, the chill in his eyes suddenly increased, and even some murderous intent flashed.

He did not deny Zheng Xiu's ability. In fact, the more people who are close to Zheng Xiu like him, the more they know Zheng Xiu's terror. However, no one would like the feeling of being out of control and being unable to see through someone.

"If my news is not wrong, someone will challenge Wang Jingmeng tomorrow... What they challenge will not be sword skills, but breaking the realm."

Listening to the last sentence before the old man in yellow robe left, Zheng Xiu's expression did not change any more.

When the figure of the old man in the yellow robe was completely away from her perception, when there was no more breath of others in this wasteland, only the unique smell of wild grass and wild flowers, the indifference on her face completely disappeared, but there was more sarcasm on the corners of her mouth.

Now even she looks down on the stinginess and short-sightedness of those people in Jiaodong County, but sadly, she was born in Jiaodong County.

The longer she had contact with the family clans such as Changling, the more she understood why these people had always looked down on the family clans of Jiaodong County before.

The sun is extremely strong.

The Jinghu Sword Club was in early spring, but now it is midsummer.

The sound of cicadas gradually sounded on some trees in the deserted garden.

Although the sound of cicadas is equally enthusiastic, knowledgeable people should know that the louder the cicadas, the closer they are to the end of their life.

"The Demon Sword has appeared in Changling for dozens of days, and even Chen Nianyuan, the most proud disciple of Chen Bulai, has been there for dozens of days... They are all very patient and have no movement. Why are you not patient?"

She murmured to herself softly: "Sometimes, just being smart may not necessarily see things clearly, but patience and time can often make people answer questions."

...

Spring goes and autumn comes, which is something that many books like to use, describing the silent passage of time.

But few people will think about why there is no need for summer to go to winter.

Perhaps it is because spring and autumn are the seasons that people like.

Spring means the revival of all things, flowers rush on the branches, giving people a new life and a beautiful feeling, while autumn means harvest.

In summer, it is too hot, and in winter, it is too cold and everything is dormant.

Wang Jingmeng quietly dug a bucket of well water.

He felt the sunshine on his skin, the burning meaning, and the coolness of the well water in the bucket. He slowly exhaled, then stood up and looked at the young man walking into the courtyard.

"I'm from Chu."

The young man is about the same age as him, wearing a thick coat, not handsome, but his eyebrows are very elegant and gentle. "My senior brother is also from Chu, and his name is He Xiu. He wants to compete with you, but it is not a test of sword skills in school. My senior brother thinks that he may not be able to beat my brother in sword skills, but practice is not only sword skills, but also realm."

Wang Jingmeng smiled.

He had already learned the news from Zheng Xiu before, so it was not surprising.

"May I have your name?"

He looked at the young man who came from Chu and said, "Why didn't your senior brother come and talk to me directly?"

"My name is not worthy."

The young man also smiled slightly and said, "My senior brother's time is more precious than me. If you don't accept it, he will not have to come in person. If you agree, if you have anything to say, he will naturally say it to you in person tomorrow on the banks of the Dead River."

"Tell me your name and I agree to your senior brother's proposal." Wang Jingmeng said seriously at the humble and gentle young man.
Chapter completed!