I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! - Chapter 377

[46. The Sword God of Shangli]

After all, they were cultivators. Bai Qiuran and the other three still liked a quieter place. Although the environment of Qingshui Village was quite quiet compared to the big cities outside, Bai Qiuran finally chose the location at the outermost periphery of Qingshui Village. .

There is a road here, leading to the other direction opposite to Pingzhou City, just past Bai Qiuran’s courtyard gate.

The New Year was approaching. On this day, when Bai Qiuran and Li Jinyao were just walking out the door, they saw a one-armed old man in ragged clothes coming from outside the village, carrying a large bundle of bamboo on his back, walking staggeringly along the dirt road.

Living in this village for nearly a year, although Bai Qiuran occasionally leaves this world and returns to ten places in Kyushu to care about the health of Jiang Lan, who is raising a baby, he spends most of his time with Li Jinyao, Tang Ruowei and the others. stay here.

But in Qingshui Village, he had never seen this old man.

Silent and taciturn, his face is engraved with the traces of the years, looking at his face, this old man should be a taciturn and mean person, but there is a boiling inner qi in his body.

Bai Qiuran could see his realm at a glance, the ninth level of Qi refining, even in Qingshui Village, where the whole people believe in the foundation of the Heavenly Venerate, there are not many people in the village who can match this old man’s cultivation.

Like him, he should also be from Qingshui Village, but Bai Qiuran had never heard of such a number one person in the village.

Although the physical quality of a real-life warrior is very strong, the old man has a body of infuriating energy, but he doesn’t need it. In addition, he is one-armed, so carrying a large bundle of bamboos taller than himself is still a little difficult. Yes, the old man walked all the way, sweating on his forehead.

He passed by Bai Qiuran and Li Jinyao and saw them looking at him, so he asked:

“Want to buy bamboo?”

Li Jinyao shook her head.

“Not buying.”

Then the old man didn’t say a word, carried the bamboo on his back, and continued to walk towards the village in silence.

After all, it was just a passerby, so Bai Qiuran and Li Jinyao didn’t take the old man to heart at first.

The two of them went to the village together, and routinely gave lessons to the Zhuji Junior Class and the Zhuji Remedial Class for the Middle-aged and Elderly in the village.

As I said before, the cram school for the middle-aged and elderly that Bai Qiuran leads is full of mature adults, and he can do a lot of work, so after easily pointing out the cultivation problems of the elders in the village, Bai Qiuran strolls around. to the village.

It happened that the storyteller also went outside to wander around and came back, so Bai Qiuran pulled Bai Li, and the three of them were wrangling in the dam in the center of the village.

When the three of them were squatting here, the old man who sold bamboo happened to be there. His bamboo seemed to have been sold out, and he replaced it with some things like firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc.

And he probably had some spare money left, so he exchanged some cigarettes. Now the old man is resting under the shade of a few trees in the center of the Bazi. smokes.

Bai Qiuran and the others didn’t pay much attention to him. They picked up two pots of wine and came under the shade of the tree. They heard that the book man started to talk, and the topic of the three quickly returned to the Sword Discussion Club.

“Speaking of the origin of this sword discussion club, it is actually very particular.”

The storyteller held a wine glass and said:

“According to the records of our sources, when we pushed forward two dynasties, there were still very few martial arts schools in Jianghu. At that time, the warriors basically divided their forces according to the situation of the family. At this time, A great master of swordsmanship appeared. He founded a sect, taught apprentices, and invited the children of aristocratic families in the world to go to the sect he founded at that time to discuss martial arts and swords, and use martial arts to rule the roost. A few strong masters. So far, the tradition of the Sword Discourse Club has been preserved, once every ten years, and this master, because he is good at using the sword, is called the Sword God by later generations. Today, although everyone I won’t say it on the bright side, but in fact, some of the best swords in the world at the Sword Discourse Fair are the best swordsmen in the world, and they can also get the title of [Sword God].”

“The world always likes to give themselves such a cowardly title.”

Bai Li glanced at Bai Qiuran.

“But people who have really killed gods with swords have never paid attention to these false names at all, but have conscientiously invested their energy in improving their realm…”

Bai Qiuran originally thought that this kid was flattering, but after listening carefully, he felt something was wrong.

He scratched his head on Bai Li’s head.

“Little bastard, who are you implying?”

“Master, spare your life!”

Bai Qiuran taught Bai Li the importance of respecting teachers and respecting the Tao, and then sat back on the spot and asked:

“Sword gods of all dynasties, shouldn’t they all belong to the Great Xia Kingdom?”

“That is of course. Although Fusang is small and Shangli is weak, it is not impossible for a genius to appear in a small place, and it is not impossible for a strong person to appear in a weak place.”

The storyteller shook his head and replied:

“Actually, because of the war in troubled times, the name of the sword god of the first three generations of the Sword Club was taken away by a swordsman from Shangli Kingdom.”

“Shangli Country?”

Bai Li frowned when he heard this, a little displeased.

“Why did the people from Shangli Country take the name of Sword God?”

“how?”

Bai Qiuran asked:

“You’ve only been in this world for more than ten years, and you’ve had a bad relationship with a country?”

“It shouldn’t be the reason. I can understand what little friend Huaili thinks.”

The storyteller laughed:

“Shangli country is really not popular, people in their country always feel that this world belongs to them, they are arrogant and like to brag, and they are extremely shameless in the game, and they use all the tricks. However, the Swordsmen Association once forbade the people of their country from participating in the competition, and because of this incident, the warriors of the Yamaguo and the Great Xia Kingdom went to Shangli to find them trouble… But this Shangli Sword God, According to the information I learned from the dossier left by the master, it is not annoying.”

“Is there anything you don’t like about Shangliren?”

Bai Li asked.

“Although there are very few, there must be. People in every country must be divided into those who hate and those who don’t.”

The storyteller nodded and said:

“From the description of my master’s file, he was obsessed with swords all his life. After winning the championship, the Shangli royal family and dignitaries did not curry favor with him, but he refused one by one, just stayed at home and focused on honing his skills. Sword art, and then at the sword discussion meeting, I went to participate in the sword discussion meeting, which is the highest exchange of swordsmanship in the world, to prove my sword art. The Sword God simply doesn’t look like a beauty.”

“Oh, if he really is like that, he’s still a respectable guy.”

Bai Li nodded.

“really.”

Bai Qiuran also agreed.

“Strength is second, and the key is this attitude, which is commendable.”

But at this moment, the one-armed old man who had been smoking silently beside him suddenly interrupted their emotion.

“fart!”

He said aloud:

“Shangli Sword God is a fool!”