Gossip rivers and lakes, I tell fortunes and storytellers in Qixia Town

"The old man has indeed been studying swordsmanship all his life, and never paid attention to his inner strength."

"But you said that the old man's internal strength is weak, but your sword intent may not be very good, right?"

"Tell me, is it your sword spirit that is stronger, or my sword spirit stronger?"

As Feng Qingyang said, he grabbed the void on the ground, and suddenly he held a branch in his hand, obviously intending to exchange ideas with the man in black.

Sword intent is a thing that needs to be practiced over a long period of time to have it.

Like Feng Qingyang, he has achieved the unity of human and sword. He doesn't have a sword in his hand, but his person is a peerless sharp blade.

This cannot be done in a day or two.

Xiao Xuan really didn't have the sword intent like Feng Qingyang.

But not having sword intent does not mean that sword skills are not good.

The man in black turned around at this time and said lightly.

"Superior sword qi, with vigor soaring into the air, the inner breath breaks through the body, and comes out through the blade."

"Superior sword moves, as fast as thunder, as stable as the five mountains."

"I use sword energy to kill people, because the sword energy is powerful!"

"I use sword moves to kill people, and the sword moves are powerful!"

After speaking, the man in black pointed at the air, and suddenly out of the mist on the Xiliang River, a water blade flew out again, roaring towards Feng Qingyang.

Naturally, Feng Qingyang didn't dare to underestimate him, he squinted his eyes, and without moving his long beard, the branch in his hand stabbed out like a sword.

"Broken Sword Style!"

Although Feng Qingyang did not have the internal strength of Daoist Chongxu, he still outperformed most of the gangsters.

When this sword goes out, it has the momentum of howling the world.

In the blink of an eye, the water blade collided with the branch, Feng Qingyang only felt a burst of coolness in front of him, and a sword energy pierced his body through the branch in his hand.

Feng Qingyang turned around, dodged the sword energy attached to the water blade, and froze on the spot.

Turning around and looking again, the figure of the man in black had already disappeared, and the branch in his hand had been broken.

Feng Qingyang threw away the branch in his hand, nodded with approval in his eyes.

"That's right. If you can break my sword intent with sword energy, you are a great talent, and you will definitely be a great figure in the world in the future!"

"On the contrary, I got out of the way, and the sword qi and sword moves are not different from each other."

"I use sword qi to kill people, because the sword qi is powerful."

"I use a sword to kill people, that's... huh?"

Before the words finished, Feng Qingyang blinked, only felt that something was wrong, and realized after a long while, the man in black was obviously saying that the sword moves were not powerful, and it was him who was powerful.

So he hugged his beard immediately, looked at the direction of the man in black just now, blowing his beard and staring.

"Good boy!"

"Bragging is blowing on your grandpa's head!"

"The old man sees that you are just a junior, so you only let you get a little bit of a shot."

"I didn't expect you to put it on me!"

Chapter 50 With a side wind and clear air, the road of pretending to be X is gone forever

An hour later.

On the streets of Qixia Town under the night, the beggar Xiaomi stretched lazily, knocked the copper plate in the broken bowl, and raised the corners of his mouth with a happy face.

"If this goes on, even a beggar can become rich."

"Thanks to Mr. Xiao coming to Qixia Town, otherwise we beggars would not be able to live so well!"

"Today is another day of harvest, hum! It's not me bragging, the four elders may not earn as much as I do!"

Taking out a straw rope from his pocket, Xiaomi sat on the ground and threaded the copper plates together contentedly.

Just as he finished wearing the last copper plate, a pair of straw sandals suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xiaomi frowned, looked up, and saw an old man with five locks of white beard, wearing white clothes with many holes.

The difference from my beggar's attire was that both of them were dressed in tattered clothes, but the person in front of me didn't look like a beggar at all, on the contrary, he looked like a master who didn't care about the world.

Especially those eyes under the sword eyebrows, it can be seen that he was also a handsome and handsome man when he was young.

It's a pity that the hero is late, but the heroic spirit on his body remains the same as before.

After Xiaomi took a look at it, he smiled Hanhan.

"Sorry, this beggar is off work, come back tomorrow."

This sentence actually made the old man with white beard laugh, only to see that the hand that the old man with white beard had just stretched into his arms suddenly froze.

"Beggars still have to go off work?"

"interesting!"

Xiaomi still doesn't know how powerful the man in front of him is, anyway, he didn't come to him anyway.

He is the lowest-level person in this arena, but he is the lowest-level person who is not afraid of anything, and no bad luck will come to him.

"hey-hey!"

"Now that life is better, naturally I have to change my way of life."

"I used to be hungry every day, but now I don't have to."

"With Mr. Xiao, we beggars can eat meat."

"Look at your travel-laden appearance, and your accent doesn't look like a local. You must have heard about Mr. Xiao in the Jianghu, so you came here specifically to find Mr. Xiao?"

"At this time, Mr. Xiao has already rested, you should come back tomorrow."

The old man with a white beard was a little surprised, looked Xiaomi up and down, and asked after thinking for a while.

"Mr. Xiao you are talking about, but the fortune-telling storyteller?"

"What? Are there many people looking for him?"

When mentioning Mr. Xiao, Xiaomi even put on a little pride on his face, proudly pointing his chin at the old man with white beard.

"What did you say?"

"You don't even ask, how many people want to ask Mr. Xiao for fortune?"

"If it weren't for Mr. Xiao's rules of only fortune-telling for those who are destined, otherwise the people who ask him for fortune-telling can go from here to Shibalipu!"

"Just like that, the number of people who come to Qixia Town every day to ask Mr. Xiao for fortune-telling is ridiculously large."

"Not to mention those who come to listen to Mr. Xiao's storytelling. Before the chickens in Qixia Town crow, the Tongfu Inn where Mr. Xiao lives is already overcrowded."

"Do you think there are many people looking for him?"

After finishing speaking, Xiaomi shook his bulging purse, and said at the same time, bypassing the old man with a white beard.

"Mr. Xiao is at the Tongfu Inn."

"I'm off work, you go on."

"If you want to give alms, remember to make an appointment early tomorrow. I am going to work at the same time as a beggar."

"By the way, I will give you a tael of silver, and this beggar can recommend a green passage for you for free, so that you can have a seat in the Tongfu Inn!"

After talking about Xiaomi and walking far away, the old man with white beard was stunned in place, feeling very puzzled.

Is this still a beggar?

Where is this Seven Heroes Town?

That storyteller is crazy.

That black-clothed man Xuan Tianxiao was even crazier.

This is nothing, why do you have to make an appointment when you come to Qixia Town to give alms to a beggar?

Those who knew it was coming to Qixia Town, those who didn't know thought they had entered some kind of palace compound!

The white-bearded old man was Feng Qingyang who had just rushed over from Xiliang River.

When he regained consciousness from the Xiliang River, he could no longer see the figure of the man in black, and he only saw a faint golden figure in the pursuit all the way.

After chasing all the way from Xiliang River to Qixia Town, he didn't catch up with that figure.

Angrily, Feng Qingyang cursed in his heart, what is it?Run away after pretending?

Shaking his head, Feng Qingyang came to the door of Tongfu Inn, just in time to meet Bai Zhantang who was leaning against the counter, eating melon seeds, bored.

Seeing Feng Qingyang coming in, Bai Zhantang thought it was a beggar from somewhere, and was about to kick him out when he realized that this person was not from the same beggars as the beggars from the beggar gang.

So he quickly apologized and asked with a smile.

"Hey, is it better to be a guest officer or stay in a hotel?"

Feng Qingyang nodded slightly, very satisfied with Bai Zhantang's attitude, so he asked.

"I'm looking for Mr. Xiao."

Bai Zhantang blinked, and smiled again.

"Senior, you are here looking for Mr. Xiao, but Mr. Xiao is off today. If you want to find him, hurry up tomorrow?"

"Besides, our hotel is full. If you don't mind, I can recommend an inn with vacancies for you?"

"You don't know, it's hard to find a house in Qixia Town now."

Feng Qingyang was stunned again, is this really a palace compound?

Even an empty room has become a rarity?

Feng Qingyang couldn't help being amused, shook his head and said.

"No, serve me two jugs of wine and a pound of sauced beef."

"I won't go to other inns either. I'll just stay on the roof of your inn tonight."

Bai Zhantang blinked, "You old man..."

I just wanted to say, why are you so ignorant, old man?

How can anyone go to stay on the roof of other people's inns?

But before he finished speaking, Bai Zhantang suddenly realized that the old man in front of him seemed not to be an ordinary old man.

At first glance, he didn't seem to feel anything. Bai Zhantang didn't play swords, and he didn't know much about kendo.

But at any rate, he was once a well-known robber saint, and his experience was not a cover, so he immediately noticed the faint sword intent emanating from Feng Qingyang.

This sword intent doesn't seem to be threatening, but it doesn't mean it can't hurt you.

To be able to practice swords to such an extent is definitely a master of masters, and it is not an exaggeration to say that one is a first-rank martial artist.

So he hurriedly apologized and smiled.

"Oh, come on!"

"Look, right now, the wine in Qixia Town is the best in our Tongfu Inn."

"The best sauced beef is also the most fragrant sauced beef in our Tongfu Inn!"

"If you feel that the wind is too strong at night, I can give you the bed!"

"Come on, please come in!"

Feng Qingyang was also taken aback by the speed at which Bai Zhantang changed his face, but he didn't take it seriously, he just smiled with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and walked into the inn.

Following Bai Zhantang to an empty table, Bai Zhantang said with a smile.

"Senior, please sit down first, I will go and urge the cook to prepare dishes for you!"

"Li Dazui, one catty of sauced beef!"

Feng Qingyang ignored Bai Zhantang's hospitality, and looked at Tongfu Inn on his own, thinking to himself.

This should be the place Chong'er was talking about.