The old Confucian left the teahouse and set foot on the road of demon soil.


    The old shopkeeper rubbed his eyes and opened them.


    The teahouse was empty. The old shopkeeper closed the door and walked into the backyard.


    The furnishings in the backyard are very simple, just a common small yard.


    There is an old locust tree in the middle of the yard, beside which is a well.


    Then there is a square stone table.


    There is a wooden bench.


    The old shopkeeper moved forward slowly and found a hoe on the courtyard wall.


    He went to the old locust tree and began to dig.


    After digging for about half a quarter of an hour, a dark box appeared in the soil. The box is very long. It should be able to hold a sword. Maybe it is more direct. This is a square sword box.


    The old shopkeeper patted the soil gently, as if he were stroking the bride''s face. He took out his sword case, took off his coat, and began to wipe it carefully.


    Finally, the soil was wiped off to reveal his original appearance. It was a sword case with serious paint loss. The material of the sword case was not a good thing. It seems that it has been for many years, but it is not seriously corroded.


    He carefully placed the sword case on the stone table, and then went to the ancient well to fetch water.


    When he picked up a bucket of water, the old shopkeeper opened the sword case. Inside was a long sword without scabbard. The body of the sword was rusty and rusty. He poured some water on the stone table, then sat down on the bench and began to sharpen his sword.


    He grinded it for a long time, until the rust of the sword completely fell off, until the sword was cold and shining again.


    It''s not polite to say that the sword is in his hand. There are not many people who can''t kill it.


    In addition to the dozens of saints in the cloud, in addition to those big demons in the demon soil, remove the sword immortal


    There are still many people who can''t be killed.


    The old shopkeeper''s old head began to recall the scenes of killing people in those years. He wanted to pass a sword from there to make the other party unable to defend himself. He thought about how to take the other party''s life in the fastest time. He thought a lot, but finally he sighed.


    What did he say before?


    "Under the background of the day, it is the most abnormal person who practices sword. No matter who stands in front of the threshold, he will not shrink back. Life is not very important to them. "


    In fact, there is a mistake in this sentence. He is also a swordsman, but he stands in front of the threshold and flinches. He doesn''t dare to carry forward the sword. He has not even mentioned the sword these years.


    One is guilty, the other is that he just wants to live.


    Just now, it seems that I have to carry the sword.


    The old shopkeeper''s muddy line of sight appeared a man in white robe.


    The man stood in front of him with a sword hanging from his waist.


    This man has a great reputation in the world. He was very famous before. He became even bigger after killing a big demon of the sea a few days ago. It can be said that no one in the world can match him now.


    Especially those who practice sword can only look up to chaoqingqiu.


    The old shopkeeper is also a swordsman, and in those years when he became famous, he had not been in chaoqingqiu. But now standing in front of him, even if he raised the sword again, his hands were shaking.


    Shivering is the result of inner fear.


    Even if he is also a swordsman standing in front of that threshold, he still has no possibility of winning in the face of a swordsman who has already crossed the threshold.


    He knew that Chao Qingqiu might have come to kill him. He didn''t know how Chao Qingqiu knew that he was here. It was clear that his sword spirit had been well covered and he had not started for hundreds of years. Moreover, no one would have thought that the old tea shopkeeper would be a swordsman who ascended the stairs. In terms of Kendo cultivation, Xu Ji did not seem to be able to catch up with him.


    Chao Qingqiu looked at the characters who only lived in the ancient books of Jianshan and said two words indifferently, "Meng Jin."


    When the old shopkeeper chatted with the old Confucian scholar, he said that there was a man named Meng Jin who went to the demon land and wanted to take a step forward and cross the threshold, but he died later. He was in the demon soil at the beginning, but he didn''t dare to go forward because of some things. Finally, he returned to the coast and killed the old shopkeeper His appearance has changed from selling wine to selling tea.


    He said before that some people can not remember, not that he really can not remember, just because he did not know.


    He didn''t see those people. He didn''t know them.


    Meng Jin looked at Chao Qingqiu, tired on his old face, "I just want to live."


    Chaoqing Qiuxing may understand, but not necessarily accept. If not, why didn''t he leave Beihai?


    Chao Qingqiu looked at Meng Jin, "Xu Ji died."


    Xu Ji is his apprentice and his only apprentice.


    If we study it deeply, Xu Ji is his apprentice, Chen Sheng is his grandson, and Li Fuyao has a lot to do with him.


    Meng Jin''s mood did not have any ups and downs, he nodded, "he had a chance to cross the last threshold, but he was too many things drag him down, just standing in front of the threshold, it is not necessarily a good thing, not everyone is the same as you towards autumn."


    No one knows why Chao Qingqiu could take the last step in this world.In the past six thousand years, swordsmen have become a thorn in the eye of the three religions, and sword immortals are not allowed to appear. It has always been a mystery why chaoqingqiu could become a sea in such a situation.


    Chao Qingqiu is not going to tell the story.


    "You know what I''m going to ask?"


    He looked at Meng Jin quietly.


    A sword fairy, it is not a very difficult thing to know something.


    Especially the man in front of him, very afraid of death.


    "I want to live."


    This is the second time that Meng Jin said this sentence today. This time, his tone was very light, but the meaning was very heavy.


    If you don''t leave my life, you won''t get the news.


    He is not worried about chaoqingqiu''s betrayal, because chaoqingqiu is not that kind of person.


    Chaoqing Qiuwei sneered: "I thought you sharpened your sword, and then put on this gesture, to tell me that you still have a point of pride as a swordsman."


    Meng Jin frowned, "you are a sword immortal. Everyone can kill you. I''m not. I dare not make a sword to you."


    This sentence is very calm, but it should not have been said in the mouth of a swordsman of his realm.


    Today, if I were another swordsman who ascended the building, I was afraid that he would have drawn out his sword.


    Even if you are a sword fairy?


    Chaoqingqiu has no expression, I don''t know what I''m thinking.


    Meng Jin said in a low voice: "Chao Qingqiu, no one wants to die, and I don''t want to. It''s meaningless for you to kill me. If you let me live, you can get what you want."


    Toward green autumn nodded, "say it."


    With Chao Qingqiu''s promise, Meng Jin put the sword back into the sword box and began to say something.


    Chao Qingqiu listened carefully and asked each other from time to time.


    In order to survive, Meng Jin said all the things he knew without any concealment.


    Chao Qingqiu got the answer he wanted.


    He came to the North Sea to kill the sea demon, but it was a by-pass thing. The most important thing was to find this man and ask him something.


    If he couldn''t ask, he was killed.


    Those things are important.


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