The north wind was bitter, and outside a deserted post station west of Luobei City, Cao Xiyun and the pedestrians in Panlong Academy stood with their heads facing the sunset.

In front of them, two new tombs were adjacent to each other, and it was the Taoist couple who had failed to assassinate Helan Jian a few days ago. On the flagpole behind the several people, the bodies of the two brothers Helan Jian and Helan Palace were swinging with the wind, just like the men and women who came to the grave in the past two months.

Cao Xiyun looked solemn and saluted silently to the tomb. In the just-concluded battle in Luobei, when Cao Xiyun stepped into the gate of He Mansion, He Luming, who had rushed over, took two Zhiwei politicians without saying a word, knelt in front of Cao Xiyun, and ordered all the soldiers to give up the interception and retreat aside.

Such a rogue behavior did indeed successfully avoid the tragedy of the He family since then, but Cao Xiyun still pulled Helanjian and Helan Palace from the inner courtyard and pulled them into Yanlou. In front of the onlookers, they made their crimes public one by one. Soon, the victim, who was bullied by the He brothers in the city, rushed over and cried and told them to have witnessed the Furong swordsman. So Cao Xiyun used Zhou Lu privately to rectify the two of them on the spot, and brought the bodies here, replaced the pair of Taoist couples, and hung them high on the flagpole.

When the He brothers died in Yanlou, He Luming was right beside him, gritting his teeth and forcing him to watch his beloved son die. After several struggles, he still did not order anyone to take action. Instead, he sent someone to send his group out of Luobei City. The deep and heavy minds of the city were really terrible.

After burying the Taoist couple, Cao Xiyun returned to his cynical appearance. She sat on the broken wall of the abandoned post station, lazily carrying a gourd to drink wine, and her posture was not as elegant as a swordsman. Instead, she felt a little tired and lazy.

Zhao Xifeng walked over, leaned against the wall and stretched out his hand to Cao Xiyun, took the broken gourd, and slowly drank it gulp. After a while, he said: "As soon as we leave, the two of the He family will be put down from the flagpole and be buried with great beauty. When the limelight passes, the Taoist couple will also dig the graves and whip the corpse, crush their bones and raise ashes."

Cao Xiyun snatched the gourd with heartache, Gudugudu took a few big mouthfuls, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and said lightly: "All people are dead, is it important to deal with the corpse?"

Zhao Xifeng hesitated for a while, shook his head and smiled, and said, "It's not important."

"Some are not important, but today these people next to us make sense," Cao Xiyun sat upright and pointed at the new tomb next to him. "The two people in the soil are more like erecting a monument than me digging a tomb for them."

"We didn't prepare a tombstone." Zhao Xifeng frowned in confusion.

Cao Xiyun said in a solemn manner: "It is not a tombstone, but a monument. A chivalrous and righteous person, whether ordinary people or swordsmen, should be respected and respected, especially this kind of person, who knows that it is impossible to do it, and uses his body, hair, flesh, flesh, muscles and bones to establish a monument in the hearts of all the people here."

Zhao Xifeng remained silent, remembering Master Duhai who had disappeared under the peach blossom tree. For a moment, he was filled with mixed feelings and didn't know how to respond.

"As for those two things," Cao Xiyun pointed contemptuously at the He brothers hanging on the flagpole, "It seems that I let them die without a burial place. In fact, I have prepared a grave for them. I want to tell the messengers here who helped the He family make accomplices for the tiger, and find a place to bury the dirty evil thoughts in their hearts as soon as possible. Otherwise, when the next Cao Xiaojian passed by, he might not be as good as me."

Zhao Xifeng nodded slightly and suddenly asked, "When he was at the He family, the old man kneeling on the ground seemed to call you Cao Xiyun?"

Cao Xiyun laughed and replied: "Swordsmen always need a poetic name when they walk around the world, otherwise how can they hook up with big girls and little wives."

Too lazy to argue with this guy who pretended to be confused, Zhao Xifeng gave Cao Xiyun a blank look and secretly complained in his heart. Just like this sloppy appearance, the name is a hundred times poetic, which is useless. The older girls and wives will take aback when they smell the smell on your body.

"There is a question you didn't answer me when you were in the city today," Zhao Xifeng skipped the topic just now and continued to ask: "Why are Qingyuan and Fatty all practicing through talisman Taoism, and I am learning sword?"

Cao Xiyun looked at Zhao Xifeng with a smile and asked back with a very playful look: "What do you think?"

Zhao Xifeng sighed and said helplessly: "Don't say that I am born with a unique bones. I am a swordsman genius who has ever encountered once in a century. No one except me can inherit your peerless sword technique."

"Hahaha, even if it's not the best, it's not far away. That's about it." Cao Xiyun laughed for a while and replied with a smile.

Zhao Xifeng snorted coldly, turned around and left without saying a word, but was pulled by Cao Xiyun.

"Brother Dongfeng, if I read it correctly, your way to nourish your energy is the Nine Changes of Lingshan from the royal family, right?" Cao Xiyun looked at Zhao Xifeng, and his eyes flashed with divine light, full of indescribable meaning.

Zhao Xifeng looked at him for a long time, and finally nodded slowly and said, "The senior who taught me this technique is talking about this name."

Cao Xiyun let go, leaned back to the broken wall, looked at the horizon with distant eyes, and asked Zhao Xifeng: "Do you know, what is the biggest difference between sword cultivators and other cultivators?"

Zhao Xifeng shook his head silently.

"The biggest difference is that every sword cultivator must be unique," Cao Xiyun said with a smile, "Other practitioners, whether they are mind masters, magicians, or puppet masters, rely on their perception and use of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to defeat the enemy. For them, all practices have laws to rely on, and the wonderful use of them is to keep a single mind."

"Sword cultivators are the same. All we can rely on is the three-foot green sharp edge in our hands. Although it is extremely sharp, it is too easy to be caught by people. Therefore, if the sword has a fixed pattern, the swordsman's death will not be far away." Cao Xiyun paused and said seriously, "This is why since ancient times, swordsmen have sword skills but no sword moves."

Zhao Xifeng thought seriously for a moment, then asked with a stern finger, "Then what does this have to do with my Nine Changes in Lingshan?"

Cao Xiyun laughed and said, "What is the biggest trick for a swordsman to do if he wants to do something truly and never use repeated sword moves?"

"Insight and innovation?" Zhao Xifeng replied tentatively.
Chapter completed!