First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 115: The old story is broken and the sword is broken

When the sunset is dim and the night is fading.

Huang Qianjun came back from the outside with the food box.

It is embarrassing to say that although Feng Xiaofeng can cook, his cooking skills are really unbearable. Feng Xiaoran is young and has never learned to cook.

Su Yi is too lazy.

As for Huang Qianjun, as a **** in fine clothes and food since childhood, he pursued the principle of "a gentleman cooks from afar", and his ten fingers did not touch the spring water from childhood to adulthood.

So since they moved into Zhuo An Xiaoju, their food and beverages depended on Huang Qianjun to buy them from outside...

"Brother Su, when I was shopping for meals just now, I felt like someone was following me, but I couldn't find anyone suspicious."

While arranging various delicacies on the stone table, Huang Qianjun hesitated, "Do you think I am a little paranoid?"

Su Yi glanced at him and said, "In recent days, you, Junior Brother Feng and Xiaoran have been staying at home. When I settle the disputes outside, whether you are going to Qinghe Sword House to sign up or have other plans, When there will be no more danger."

Huang Qianjun hurriedly agreed, and then said in a low voice, "Brother Su, I don't plan to go to Qinghe Jianfu to practice."

"Why is that?"

Feng Xiaofeng couldn't help asking.

Huang Ganjun grinned and said, "I think it is far better to practice with Brother Su than to go to Qinghe Sword House."

Feng Xiaoran on one side nodded in agreement, and said in a clear voice, "I think so too!"

Su Yi was noncommittal about this.

After dinner, Su Yi was about to practice when a rush of hooves sounded outside the courtyard.

Cheng Wuyong came in a hurry on horseback.

"Mr. Su, I learned the news today that the people from the county governor's office are investigating the matter of a young man surnamed Su, so they came here to inquire. If this matter is related to Mr., my Yuan family will not sit idly by."

Cheng Wuyong clasped his fists in awe, expressing his intention.

"Are they really going to take revenge?"

Huang Qianjun was stunned, his expression changing.

In one sentence, Cheng Wuyong immediately understood, and he couldn't help looking at Su Yi and said, "Mr. Su, I'll go back now, I believe that with the strength of my Yuan family, it is enough to mediate and let the county governor's office Don't dare to be like this..."

Su Yi waved his hand to interrupt, and said with a calm expression: "It's just a trivial matter, no need to trouble."

A little thing?

Cheng Wuyong stayed for a while.

What happened last night in the Refinery Workshop was suppressed by the county governor's office, but it couldn't be concealed from the top forces in the city.

Killing the six guards of the county governor's mansion and forcing Qin Feng, the son of the county governor, to kneel, the impact is too serious.

According to Cheng Wuyong's inquiries, just last night, the power of the county governor's office has quietly moved!

"Mr. Su, you don't know, this Qin Wenyuan's palace is deep and ruthless. In the 30 years he has been in charge of the county government, I don't know how many forces in the city have suffered great losses in his hands."

"Even the head of my Yuan family once said that Qin Wenyuan is a hero who eats people and doesn't spit out his bones. If he can not provoke him, try his best not to provoke him."

Cheng Wuyong said softly, "Qin Wenyuan's martial arts cultivation is also extremely amazing. Fifteen years ago, he entered the realm of a master, and eight years ago, his cultivation broke through again and stepped into the second level of raising a furnace!"

"When he was young, he practiced for many years in 'Luyang Academy', one of the ten major palaces. It is said that the deputy palace master of Luyang Academy, 'Xuan Youlong', is his senior brother, and the relationship between the two is inseparable."

"In addition, Qin Wenyuan and the Governor's Mansion also have some contacts..."

Cheng Wuyong told Qin Wenyuan's details almost all at once.

Huang Qianjun and Feng Xiaofeng were all heartbroken.

They didn't expect that Qin Wenyuan's power was so terrifying!

The territory of Dazhou is divided into six states.

Gonzhou is one of them, and the Governor's Office is set up to oversee the six counties in Gunzhou.

Yunhe County is one of the six counties in Gunzhou.

As the county governor, Qin Wenyuan can be regarded as the most powerful person in Yunhe County, representing the power of the Great Zhou court.

And he himself is a martial arts master, who can be said to have both authority and strength.

In addition to this person's sternness and ruthlessness, it is conceivable that if he wants to retaliate, the consequences will be severe.

But after hearing this, Su Yi only smiled and said, "Elder Cheng, what you said, in my opinion, is nothing but a sword."

Speaking of this, he got up from the rattan chair, put his hands on his back, and said indifferently: "Cultivation asks, kills decisively, and should not be burdened by false names and power, no matter how wide Qin Wenyuan's connections are, the more authority Great, but in my eyes, he is nothing more than a furnace-raising martial arts master."

Cheng Wuyong was at a loss for words.

Are you crazy?

Not at all, because the one who spoke, once killed the master with one sword!

Su Yi said suddenly: "Elder Cheng, do you know why your cultivation has been stuck in the Great Perfection of Qi Gathering Realm and cannot break through so far?"

Cheng Wuyong was stunned, clasped his fists in awe, and said, "Please give me some pointers."

"There is a saying in Buddhism that walking is also meditation, sitting is also meditation, speech is silent, movement and stillness are natural."

Su Yi looked at the night sky slightly, and said softly, "The way of cultivation is the same, every move, every word and deed, must be brave and diligent, and have the spirit of lawlessness. Keep going.”

Speaking of this, he looked at Cheng Wuyong again, "You are a well-rounded and thoughtful person, but you also let your mind be fettered by the power of the world. When you do things, you only want to use the power to mediate solutions. When you practice, how can you Can you still have the courage to be brave?"

Some words, like a sharp sword, slashed to the deepest part of Cheng Wuyong's heart, making him sweat profusely, with nothing to hide, and no sense of concealment.

For a long time, he exhaled a long sigh and bowed to the salute: "Sir's words are like a blow to the head, and I am so empowered, Cheng Mou has been taught!"

The words come from the bottom of my heart, and the gratitude and admiration are beyond words.

Faced with such a gift, Su Yi accepted it calmly.

In practice, this is called "pointing", Buddhism calls it "breaking obstacles", and Taoism calls it "pointing".

For monks who have encountered bottlenecks, encountering such advice is no less than the grace of reconstruction!

"These are the eight characters I wrote with my own hands. If you can figure out some of the charms and achieve the status of a master, it will be just around the corner."

Su Yi thought for a while, took out a word from the ink jade pendant, and handed it to Cheng Wuyong.

This is a few words that he wrote casually when he was in the Xinghuang Xiaoju in Guangling City, when he practiced occasionally, and when he left, he and other sundries were placed in the ink jade pendant.

Cheng Wuyong opened it and saw a line of words written on it——

Old things are lingering, and they are broken with a single sword.

Few characters, timeless and sturdy, flying and wanton.

Ordinary people will be amazed by such handwriting when they see it, and they will be regarded as calligraphy masters.

In the eyes of warriors such as Cheng Wuyong, these eight characters are all swords, and they all have the momentum of piercing the sky and cutting everything!

Just looking at it makes his eyes and mind feel stinging.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Wuyong carefully put away the calligraphy, bowed again and said, "Thank you Mr. Su for the words!"

His heart was beating wildly, unbearably excited.

He has a strong premonition that if he constantly tries to figure out the eight characters in this calligraphy, he will be able to break through the barrier of cultivation that has been hampering him for many years, and break the threshold of the realm of the master in one fell swoop!

"Go."

Su Yi waved his hand.

Cheng Wuyong has been stuck in the Qi Gathering Realm for many years, and he is just about to step in. For him, giving him guidance is just a matter of convenience.

If I were someone who didn't have enough realm, these words would be said and meaningless.

The next morning.

Su Yi was as before, cultivating, washing, and eating, all of which seemed very boring.

But this is practice.

If you are greedy for the prosperity of the world, linger in the lingering world, and waste your time, you will inevitably delay and waste your practice.

It seems that they were influenced by Su Yi. These days, Feng Xiaofeng, Huang Qianjun, Feng Xiaoran and the others have also become extremely self-disciplined and diligent in their cultivation.

until evening.

"Brother Su, the carriage is ready."

Huang Qianjun hurried in from outside the courtyard, "Mrs. Cuiyun from Fengyuanzhai also happily agreed to let the ninth-floor Shanhe Hall out."

Speaking of this, he can't help but look weird.

Arriving at Fengyuanzhai just now, Mrs. Cuiyun came out to meet him in person, treating him as a first-class honored guest, and did not dare to neglect him in the slightest.

But when she learned that Su Yi chose to have a banquet at Fengyuanzhai tonight, Mrs. Cuiyun was stunned.

Obviously, what happened that night still left her with lingering fears.

But in the end, she happily agreed and reserved the Temple of the Mountains and Rivers on the ninth floor.

"Good."

Su Yi nodded, looked at Feng Xiaofeng not far away, and said, "Junior Brother Feng, remember to warm a pot of wine and drink it when I come back."

"Senior Brother Su, be careful!"

Feng Xiaofeng exhorted.

"Be careful?" Feng Xiaoran thought for a while, then said crisply: "Brother, I think those enemies should be careful."

Feng Xiaofeng: "..."

Su Yi couldn't help laughing.

He waved his hand, put his hand on his back, and walked out.

Since the ink jade pendant, Su Yi has been too lazy to carry the bamboo stick in his hand.

And when I can ride a carriage, I naturally don't bother to walk...

Soon, Huang Qianjun drove the carriage ~IndoMTL.com~ carrying Su Yi away from Hulu Alley.

Although it is dusk, lanterns are already hanging on the streets and alleys of the city, and the noisy and lively sounds are fermenting in the streets and alleys, just like a picture scroll full of red dust and human beings.

Fengyuanzhai.

When I saw Su Yi and Huang Qianjun approaching, a fat middle-aged man in a brocade clothes who had been there for a long time was full of excitement, and rushed to greet him immediately, smiling and saying, "Young Master Su and Young Master Huang are here, hurry up. Please!"

This person is one of the eight stewards of Fengyuanzhai. When Su Yi had a banquet here last time, he was standing outside the main hall waiting to be dispatched.

As soon as she entered the main hall on the first floor of Fengyuanzhai, Mrs. Cuiyun also heard the news, wearing a well-cut black palace dress that reflected her snow-white and delicate skin particularly dazzling.

When I saw Su Yi, her beautiful and dignified face was full of smiles and amorous feelings.

"If the seven people on this list come, let them come to see me at the Palace of Mountains and Rivers."

Su Yi took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

Mrs. Cuiyun's laughter is sweet and sweet, "Young Master Su, rest assured, tonight's banquet is guaranteed to satisfy both you and your guests."

Su Yi reminded: "I don't know if the dead are satisfied or not."

Mrs. Cuiyun was stunned for a while, but when she understood the meaning of Su Yi's words, the smile on her face froze.