Some people go into the mountains, and some people come out.

In the misty rain, some purple night fragrances in the town opened one after another, and the sound of the wheels of the carriage crushing uneven stones sounded in the mountains and forests.

However, a young man walked out of the gate of Bashan Sword Field.

The young man was wearing a yellow shirt and had a very white complexion. He seemed to have little sunbathing, and his face was not as sharp as many young people, and he was very bookish.

He also held a thick book with a black cover in his arms. It seemed that he still had some questions that he could not understand in this book, so he kept holding on to the book and refused to release it.

The mountain road is slippery, but the tall pine forest is relatively dry. The layers of tree crowns block most of the rainwater, and the raindrops falling in the forest are sucked by the dry bark and a thick layer of pine needles on the ground.

There are three people deep in the pine forest.

Lin Zhuijiu, Yan Xinlan and Ye Xinhe.

There are two or three different-shaped sheds built with tree bark, which are not clean, but the miracle is that there is no trace of any insects. There is clear water in the water tank inside and rice tanks.

Lin Zhuojiu is really cooking wine.

It’s just a good wine, the wine he snatched from the nest of horse thieves in Yunmeng Mountain. Those horse thieves knew that no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it was not as good as the sunset today. They all knew very well that today might not have a tomorrow, so it would be great to be kept by these drunken horse thieves and even reluctant to drink.

The wine is green and has some strange fragrance of flowers, and it is neither strong nor light.

Wine is good wine, but not everyone is good wine.

Yan Xinlan would rather drink sweet soup.

Ye Xinhe can have one cup at most.

Although I brought a lot of food and drinks from the town, I was always a little unpleasant enough to drink.

Suddenly, when he saw such a young man holding a book appeared in his sight, Lin Zhuojiu was stunned at first, and the next sentence was, "Can you drink it?"

The bookish boy bowed slightly politely, then smiled and said, "A cup."

Lin Zhuojiu was suddenly disappointed, and he immediately missed Mao Qilai.

"Do you know us?"

Ye Xinhe was not concerned about being able to drink or not. He looked at the boy who came up, and just looked at the boy's expression, and he felt that the boy was not unfamiliar with this place, so his brows unconsciously raised slightly, "Is it our people from Bashan Sword Field?"

"Lin Zhuojiu, Ye Xinhe, Yan Xinlan."

The young man nodded very delicately, picked up a stone in his book, kicked it to the bonfire, sat down, and then continued, "By the entry time, I am your junior brother."

"What's your name?" Yan Xinlan was a little surprised. It was normal that she had never seen this young man alone, but Lin Zhuojiu and Ye Xinhe were both in the Bashan Sword Field for a long time, especially Lin Zhuojiu.

Even they have never seen it, so it is a bit incredible.

"My name is Teacher Luo."

The young man smiled slightly. When he looked up at Yan Xinlan, he felt a little more indescribable in his delicateness. "I usually read books in the sword tower, so I have never seen them."

"Are you the nerd in the sword tower who can't go into seclusion?" Lin Zhuojiu immediately reacted and looked at the boy named Teacher Lu in surprise.

Ye Xinhe and Yan Xinlan also looked at each other, and their eyes became a little complicated.

If it were that person, the time to get started was only one year shorter than that of them.

I had long heard that this person was brought back from Guanzhong by Yu Zuochi, but when he arrived at the Bashan Sword Field, it was said that he would not practice with Yu Zuochi, but instead requested to observe the sutras by himself in the sword tower.

Then...and it took a long time.

At first, everyone thought he was an alien, but later, it was too long that even this idea faded, and they even forgot that such a person existed.

People who are too unique are often not sociable, but fortunately these people at Bashan Sword Field are very unique.

"I really haven't practiced with Master Yu?" Lin Zhuoxiao looked at the junior brother and couldn't help asking.

The commander nodded, "It's really not."

Lin Zhuojiu frowned slightly and said kindly: "Did you hear that Uncle Yu went to Jinghu Jianhui?"

"I know."

The teacher laughed, laughing like a cunning little fox: "Of course I know he is powerful. I thought he is powerful back then, so I followed him to Bashan."

Yan Xinlan couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Then why just self-study?"

“Because reading is faster.”

The teacher, Luo, said: "And there are many sword sutras in the sword tower. I can choose at will. I can practice swords with him, but I can't choose at will."

There are also many swords in the sword tower in Bashan Sword Field, and indeed there are many sword scriptures.

However, this is the same as all sects that have been established for a long time. Generations of practitioners have stored their understanding of sword moves and some of the practice books they obtained during their practice in the sect to wait for later generations to observe.

These are the precious property of a sect and one of the foundations of a sect.

However, many practitioners who obtained the Sword Sutra at that time did not study it because the practice techniques in the world of the practitioners are as vast as the sea of ​​stars. In the past hundreds or even thousands of years, how many practitioners have emerged and how many methods of practice have spread out. That is really an extremely huge number.

The methods of practice that some practitioners believe are fallacies for some people. It is a real problem to pick a useful one among the thousands of stars.

What's more, many practice scriptures are not passed on to the outside world, and there are many obstacles inside. Some of them are not passed on without being taught by the teacher. The records in the text and catalogues are actually wrong.

Among the classics of Bashan Sword Field, there are many very powerful ones, but they are incomplete at all.

Only those who have what kind of confidence, or who are crazy to a certain extent, will they say that learning from a practitioner like Yu Zuochi is actually not as good as those who observe the mountain of sword scriptures themselves?

A practitioner like Yu Zuochi, who is already at the highest peak in the world of cultivators, already has the wisdom that ordinary people do not have. If he teaches his disciples, in the eyes of anyone, he can naturally avoid his disciples from taking many detours. Even if he goes to the Sword Sutra and picks a few books to throw them to the masters and commanders, it is just to say that those true essence techniques are acceptable and which sword moves are very useful, which may save a person's more than ten years of hard practice.

Ye Xinhe originally felt that he was arrogant among the people in Bashan Sword Field. Among the young practitioners in the Bashan Sword Field, he saw that there were not many young practitioners in his eyes.

However, he also felt that if he followed Yu Zuochi, even if Yu Zuochi only used the simplest method, he could save many years of hard work.

He looked at the bookish junior brother, and he felt that the other party was telling a serious joke of arrogance and ignorance.

"Even if I can only read many sword scriptures once, I will not say such words like you." Ye Xinhe felt strangely unhappy. He looked at the teacher's commander with a sarcastic sarcastic sarcastic sarcastic sarcastic sneered, "What gives you such confidence?"

"The place was very quiet before, but it was too lively for ten days, so I was curious about what happened. Later, I left the sword tower and asked a teacher and found out that it was Uncle Gu who wanted to accept disciples."

The teacher saw the strong mockery in Ye Xinhe's eyes, but he was not angry. He did not answer Ye Xinhe's words at the first time. He just said slowly: "It just so happened that I had read some books almost all, so I simply came out of the sword tower. But I came out of the sword tower, not to become a disciple of Master Gu, and I needed his careful training, but to see what kind of disciple Uncle Gu would choose in the end, and I wanted to see if he was really powerful."

Lin Zhuojiu laughed. He understood what the junior brother meant and felt that this junior brother was the most confident and arrogant person he had seen in recent years, even though he seemed to be the most kind and friendly among the people in Bashan Sword Field.

Ye Xinhe sarcastically said without hesitation: "So what you mean is that you think that no matter what disciple Gu Liren accepts in the end, that person may not be as strong as you. At least you want to compete with that person and give it a try."

The teacher nodded seriously, "That's natural."

"When a weight wants to weigh other things, you must first have the weight." Ye Xinhe narrowed her eyes slightly, and his face became cold, "I want to try your sword first."

No one was surprised.

At least Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan, who are very familiar with Ye Xinhe's temper, are not surprised at all.

"Then please ask your senior brother for advice."

The teacher nodded to Ye Xinhe as a bow.

He did not get up, and even held the old book in his left hand, but a sword intent had already formed above the bonfire.
Chapter completed!