For Zhao Xifeng and his party walking on the Huailu Plain, this is the most ritualless festival that they have experienced in their lives.

Dong Erpang, who was covered with a camel stele, pulled the iron carriage with the same camel stele, and ran straight forward.

On the roof of the carriage, Gu Qingyuan sat upright, his eyes closed, dozens of dead grass around him connected into a circle, constantly rotating around him at a constant speed. This is the practice method developed by Gu Qingyuan himself. The purpose is to accurately control the operation and flow of a beautiful primordial spirit under the influence of the chaos talisman.

Zhao Xifeng's way of practice is the most special. He held Longyabi in his hand and followed the carriage forward. He neither set off the sword nor returned to the sheath, frowned and said nothing.

According to Cao Xiyun, a swordsman has been two people from his previous self since his first day of practicing swords. Therefore, the first thing Zhao Xifeng had to do is to cut off the past self. The method is also very simple. As long as Zhao Xifeng can come up with a perfect sword move and kill the past self with one sword, it means a complete denial of his past practice, and only then can he draw a sword.

In the past two days, nearly a hundred sword techniques have evolved rapidly in Zhao Xifeng's mind. Whether it is Cao Xiyun's use in the grassland and Luobei city or his own innovation, he always cannot succeed. This is really a humiliation for him who has a strong personality, because Cao Xiyun said that he could pass the test easily when he touched the sword for the first time.

Is it that the talent that I saw from Cao Xiaojian was so big? Zhao Xifeng frowned and thought to himself.

Since his practice, in addition to encountering some minor troubles when he first felt the light body, Zhao Xifeng's path to practice has always been smooth. As for his talent for practice, he has always been praised by Zhou Zhe, Ku Hai and Zhong Li. Now he suddenly lost to such a sloppy middle-aged man, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

In fact, what Cao Xiyun didn't tell Zhao Xifeng was that when he first touched the sword, he was less than ten years old. He had just felt the first realm. He could enter the Tao with a little enlightenment. He realized that it was right now and yesterday was not. However, Zhao Xifeng had already faintly touched the threshold of the middle realm of Heyi, and had the actual practice of sword cutting Zhiwei. His practical ability was through golden thread engraving, learning tests, and the battle of Yunhai was polished by life and death several times. The one who fought with him was either a raptor or a master like Zhong Li. What's even more rare is that when he was possessed by a dragon, he had a professor experience as a peak master in the world like Mo Qiuyang. His practical ability was far beyond the reach of ordinary Heyi cultivators. His current ability was able to deny all the magic tricks he had practiced in the past with one sword. Compared with Cao Xiyun back then, it was more than a hundred times more difficult!

Of course, Cao Xiyun did not know Zhao Xifeng's past experience, and did not intend to make things difficult for him.

In the past two days, Zhao Xifeng's mind was full of sword techniques, and he realized swords when he was walking, and even had various sword moves in his dreams.

Because he had not learned sword moves by orthodox, Zhao Xifeng's sword skills had no certain rules. They were all adaptable to the situation between life and death. The advantage was that they were not restricted and restricted by traditional dogmas. The disadvantage was that all moves had no systematic rules. They were pieced together and had a scale and half claw. If they wanted to form a complete sword intent, there was still a long way to go. However, as everyone continued to work, Kyoto was getting closer and closer, and there was not much time left for him.

"This is here today," Zhong Li said to Dong Erpang, who was still running in the trailer. "At most ten days, we should be able to arrive in Shengjing."

Dong Erpang slowly stopped, sat down on the spot, panting heavily. In the past few days, as long as he was on the turn to pull the cart, he would have been in one breath for six consecutive hours. As long as Zhong Li didn't say he stopped, he would never stop. He was a young man, all of whom were competitive at the age of being competitive, and no one was willing to lose to his companions.

Sun Wenzhen crawled out of the carriage, looked at Dong Erpang who was lying down and Gu Qingyuan and Zhao Xifeng, smiled slightly and started to buy dinner.

Shengjing was already looking at it, and everyone was in a good mood, especially Cao Xiyun, who kept talking about how many good things he had in the capital, such as the girl from a brothel, the ladies of a prominent family, and the young women in the deep boudoir of the house, were all fascinated by her and could not sleep at night. Dong Erpang and Sun Wenzhen did not believe in this at all, and they were ruthless in their words, only Zhong Li's expression was slightly different. She knew that what Cao Xiyun said was not an exaggeration at all. The spring wine in the lotus tent was warm, and the swordsman Cao Xiyun's reputation in the capital was well-known, and everyone knew that only Zhou Beichen, the commander of Jinwu before Miyun Pass, could barely match her.

Later, for some reason, Cao Xiyun changed his previous image as a young man. He began to be ignorant and even sloppy and vulgar. This reputation of romanticism gradually faded. As for the reason, some people said that he was in love with swords. In order to climb the peak of swords, he focused on practicing and not getting close to women. Some people said that he was swept out by the head of the Cao family and lost his income. He was in a down-and-out world. Some people said that Furong Swordsman met the destined woman, but the other party was ruthless and was hit hard and fell to this point today. What's even more exaggerated is that it is rumored that the woman Zhong was not a fairy on the mountain in a sect, but a proprietress who opened a shop and sold wine in the market. It was really absurd.

Before meeting Cao Xiyun himself, Zhong Li always felt that it should be the first kind of rumors that were more credible, but when she walked along the way, this famous swordsman in the domain never practiced swords. In addition to guiding a few juniors to practice, she chatted and fucked every day and slept after eating, which completely overturned Miss Zhong's understanding of swordsmen. She did not care about the sword in her hand. She usually hangs it around her waist casually, never caring about it, and was often used as a cane, kitchen knife, or even a barbecue stick! From this point of view, this rumor is untrue.

So Zhong Li had to understand Cao Xiyun's state into changes after he reached middle age, and she felt calm about her appearance.

For today's supper, Sun Wenzhen specially set up a pot, took out the cured meat brought from Panlong Town, supplemented the wild vegetables picked along the way, and cooked a pot of meat soup.

It is worthy of being a restaurant. After a bunch of ordinary ingredients, it is actually fragrant after simple processing, making people feel excited.

"Eat!" Sun Wenzhen looked in the pot with a satisfied look on his face. Compared to his practice, he also likes to cook. If he had not passed the first test of the illusion, perhaps Panlong Town would have an additional chef in the northwest.

Dong Erpang got up, rubbed his sore waist and legs, and walked slowly over cursing. After asking about the smell of meat, he was full of energy and felt that his body was half exhausted.

Gu Qingyuan also opened his eyes silently and jumped off the roof of the car.

Only Zhao Xifeng still frowned, turned a deaf ear to Sun Wenzhen's call, looked solemn, and completely forgot about himself.
Chapter completed!