I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! - Chapter 379

[48. Then I’m welcome!]

Carrying firewood, rice, oil and salt, the old man left Qingshui Village and walked on the dirt road in the countryside.

His home is still a long way from Qingshui Village, and he has to walk 20 to 30 miles to get there, and he is the only family near his home. The wild animals in the nearby mountains will harass him from time to time.

Fortunately, although the Sword Divine Sword is folded and sharp, it is no longer possible to compete with the heroes of the world at the Sword Discussion Conference, but it is still possible to deal with the wild beasts in the mountains.

Halfway through, on the road in front of the old man, suddenly there was a boy of eleven or two years old, holding a bamboo sword in his hand, who was practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the road.

It’s nice to be young…

Seeing this young man, the old man couldn’t help feeling a little bit in his heart. He glanced at the young man casually, and then he couldn’t move any more.

“This…this is?”

He originally thought that an eleven or twelve-year-old boy practicing swordsmanship would at most only practice some basic swordsmanship that is relatively unremarkable and relatively popular in the arena, but he did not expect that the swordsmanship derived from the bamboo sword in the hands of this young man , It was so profound and subtle that he was a little dizzy.

What the old man loves most in his life is this kind of brilliant swordsmanship. If a stunning beauty wears light clothes and dances in front of him, and then lets a peerless swordsman perform his swordsmanship in front of the old man at the same time, the old man will definitely go Watch the swordsman practice the sword.

After all, where can women practice swords for fun?

On the way of swordsmanship, the old man thought he had reached the top of the world, even the land gods enshrined in the rivers and lakes and in the big Xia Kingdom, the old man also thought that he would not lose to them in swordsmanship.

He was only inferior in age and cultivation. In fact, after a fight, he found that his swordsmanship was even better than those of the old monsters.

However, at this moment, even he could not fathom the unprovoked swordsmanship in this young man’s hands.

The old man couldn’t help but carry the basket on his back and stood aside, watching the young man practicing swordsmanship, he was fascinated by it. He didn’t wake up until the young man finished practicing a set of swordsmanship and was about to leave.

“Little baby, please stay!”

Seeing that the young man was about to leave, the old man hurriedly said to retain him.

The young man turned his head, and the old man noticed his face. It was the youngest boy who was one of the trio in the village before.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Bai Li put away the bamboo sword and asked in surprise:

“Does the old man have any advice?”

“I can’t talk about advice.”

This old man is also a sincere person. He looked left and right, and with one arm he exuded indignation, cut off a branch from the tree by the roadside, and then asked:

“Young man, can you compare swords with the old man?”

“…Comparing swords?”

Bai Li looked at the empty right hand of the old man speechlessly, then looked at his pale white hair and the firewood, rice, oil and salt on his back, and then said:

“Old man, Pengci is not like this. How can you be so disabled, old and carrying things, and then let me fight you? If you beat me, it’s bad, you will depend on my house for food and accommodation in the future. Now, my parents have to beat me to death, I can’t compare, I can’t compare.”

“Oh, I didn’t touch your porcelain, I just wanted to see your swordsmanship.”

The old man hurriedly waved his hand and said:

“You don’t believe it, why don’t we make a letter?”

He put down the back basket, actually took out the white paper and ink pen from the back basket, pinched it with his left hand, and wrote a letter of guarantee crookedly.

Bai Li took the guarantee from the old man, looked at it hesitantly, and said:

“Old man, it’s not that I look down on you. You are obviously not left-handed, so your left hand is definitely not your dominant hand. You are taking a sword in your left hand to compare it with me. It’s too much.”

“It doesn’t matter, you can come.”

The old man smiled confidently.

Of course he can see that Bai Li’s swordsmanship is so sophisticated, even above the swordsmanship he has mastered, this kid is definitely an extraordinary genius, but after all, he is only twelve or thirteen years old, even if he is playing from his mother’s womb. As soon as he began to exercise, the old man felt that the foundation of Bai Li’s cultivation would never surpass that of an old man who had been immersed in martial arts for forty years.

No matter how exquisite swordsmanship is, it also needs to have a corresponding foundation to support it. Otherwise, even if it can be used, it will only be a pretentious, empty form without the slightest power. It is really no match for the old man. Cut and crack Bai Li’s sword move.

“Well, since it’s you who compares.”

Bai Li nodded, wrote his name on the white paper, and pressed his handprint with the old man. Then he put away the letter, raised the bamboo sword, and suddenly exuded a powerful spirit that was still above the old man. gas.

“Come on, old man, please make a move.”

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A quarter of an hour later, Bai Li withdrew the sword in his hand with a regretful expression on his face.

In front of him, the one-armed old man silently looked at the broken branches on the ground, his face a little sad.

“Oh, no comparison, no comparison.”

He shook his head at the injured old man and said:

“If you still have your hand, you can still fight with your favorite hand-held sword. Now that you are like this, it’s okay to bully the younger generation, but it’s completely impossible to compete with me with a sword. Old man, unless you can find someone to heal your hand, Otherwise, you will not be able to go any further along the way.”

Putting away the bamboo sword, Bai Li glanced at the old man again, and said:

“It’s a pity… ah, forget it, go home for dinner.”

After speaking, he left here without looking back and walked towards Qingshui Village.

The old man didn’t keep him either. After Bai Li left, the old man raised his hand silently, blasted a small hole on the ground, and buried the broken branches in the hole.

After filling the soil and leveling it, he put the basket on his back and continued to walk towards his house, his back a little desolate and lonely.

After walking for a while, when the simple earth wall of his house could be seen, there was a white-haired man in the mountains next to him for some reason. He was also practicing swords in the field beside the road.

Compared with Bai Li, the sword that this man practiced is a vertical and horizontal sword, and the flying sword energy directly cut the weeds around him three meters, forming an open space in the wild grass.

The old man couldn’t help but take a second glance, and found that the swordsmanship used by this white-haired man was the same as that used by the previous boy, but this white-haired man’s swordsmanship was a bit more subtle and powerful than that of the previous boy. The sword qi was instructed by him like an arm, and he was easily controlled within a three-meter radius of himself, forming a field that was absolutely impossible to invade.

But he lowered his head, looked at his empty right arm, and immediately sighed helplessly. He stopped looking at the white-haired man practicing swordsmanship, but carried the basket on his back and continued to walk home.

The sound of the sword sound suddenly stopped, and the old man was surprised when a slightly gentle voice suddenly came from beside him, asking:

“Since the old man stopped to watch, why didn’t he see the end? Could it be that Bai’s swordsmanship is not enough to enter the eyes of the old man?”

The old man turned his head, and it was the white-haired man who practiced swords who spoke out. He put the sword behind his back and looked at the old man with a curious expression on his face.

“Noye, my little brother is young, and his swordsmanship has reached a level that I can’t understand. Your swordsmanship is brilliant, and it seems that the swordsmen in the whole world are famous and famous. The name of the real sword god should be given to you. That’s right.”

The old man said to him:

“I don’t watch it not because this sword technique can’t reach my vision, but because it is too profound, and now I am no longer qualified to touch it.”

After saying that, the old man lifted his empty sleeves, then turned around and continued walking towards home.

“Is it because of the loss of your dominant hand?”

The white-haired man was behind him and suddenly said:

“Old man, if I say, I know someone who can heal your arm, would you like to give it a try?”