Chapter 87: Someone I Met By Chance

A carriage.

A gorgeous carriage travels on the official road. The carriage is pulled by four spotless white horses without a single stray hair.

The black carriage is carved with intricate auspicious cloud patterns and ruyi patterns.

A slightly older burly man sits in front of the carriage and drives the carriage.

A small tea table is carved from precious wood in the carriage, on which tea and snacks are placed. The armchairs on one side of the carriage are covered with cushions wrapped in ice silk.

The weather in May has already started to get hot.

A man sits on the cushion, holding a jade flute in his hand and playing with it, blowing it from time to time.

He has a handsome appearance, with a full head of black hair tied up on his head, and his temples deliberately hanging down, looking unrestrained and uninhibited.

The sound of the flute carries his thoughts, floating on the official road.

Finally, he waited for the person he was waiting for.

A figure, carrying a package and wearing slightly loose clothes, walked on the official road.

He was not tall, not ugly, and even a little handsome. At this time, he was walking on the official road.

He walked very seriously.

"Friend!" He said: "The journey is long and hard, why don't you come up and sit!"

"No!" Shi Feizhe shook his head and said: "Walk after dinner, live to ninety-nine."

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He felt puzzled. The normal routine of the rivers and lakes should not be to come up and rest, then introduce each other's names and get to know each other?

"Friend! I have wine here! How can there be no wine in the rivers and lakes!" He said again.

"Sorry! I don't drink! I'm not used to it!" Shi Feizhe shook his head and refused.

Shi Feizhe saw the handsome guy in the carriage pretending to be cool. Damn, is this person sick!

Where is the way to talk like this?

Could it be that he likes something about him!

"???"

The people in the carriage fell into doubt about their lives. This trick worked well before!

When he was in a daze, Shi Feizhe had already walked in front.

Martial arts masters are indeed faster than carriages, which is why Shi Feizhe dislikes him. He wants to rush back to the hill as soon as possible to see if the old man is still there.

At this time, it would be too deliberate to catch up with Shi Feizhe by force.

But it doesn't matter. He has remembered Shi Feizhe's breath.

Fate will bring them together again and let him find out the secret of "True Source Sword Finger Jue"!

This is the first time Zhang Yi and Shi Feizhe met!

Shi Feizhe kept rushing on the road, so he missed the head of the house.

This time he is not a pig, he did it on purpose.

Finding a forest with a leeward wind, Shi Feizhe lit a fire and began to regulate his breath.

After having the fourth "True Source Sword Finger Jue", his speed of accumulating true source qi was one third faster, which is four times the normal speed.

This means that he originally needed twenty years to master the technique, but fifteen years is enough!

If "The Record of the Deep Spring God" and "The Twelve-story Tower" are added, then this time will be shortened, and it may be achieved in twelve or thirteen years.

In a dozen years, he will be a master of the Real Person Realm!

At that time, he was only in his thirties, and he was the protagonist of the martial arts world!

What he saw and heard at Kongtong Mountain Gathering made him understand. In front of the masters of the Real Person Realm, he had no resistance.

He was too weak to be a Real Person Realm!

Time passed little by little, the moon climbed higher and higher, and it was already late at night.

The moon tonight was a rare full moon, and the moonlight sprinkled on this forest, making the forest not so dim.

Therefore, Shi Feizhe could see a man spitting blood and shuttling between the treetops.

The man saw Shi Feizhe's fire, but deliberately went around it.

He didn't want to cause trouble to others.

But Shi Feizhe recognized him.

"Brother Shan, it's you!"

"Hmm?" The man turned back when he heard Shi Feizhe calling him.

"So it's you, Brother Shi!" He recognized Shi Feizhe in front of the fire.

"Brother Shan, I haven't seen you for several years. You haven't been hacked to death yet!" Shi Feizhe said jokingly as he looked at Shan Yu who was spitting blood.

The man spitting blood in front of him was Shan Yu who hadn't seen him for several years.

Shan Yu carried a long sword and a package on his back, and wore bloody clothes. His appearance became more mature and stable than a few years ago. His brows were furrowed all the time. After seeing Shi Feizhe, his brows relaxed a little.

"Why, you want to hack me too?" Shan Yu said with a smile.

"That's not the case!" Shi Feizhe also said with a smile: "Looking at this, are you being chased by someone? What kind of cultivation is the person who killed you!"

"Qi Hai cultivation! But he is very powerful!" Shan Yu said.

"Brother Shan, a few years ago you were chased by a Qi Hai stage person, and a few years later you are still chased by a Qi Hai stage person! You haven't made any progress!" Shi Feizhe was relieved when he heard that he was in the Qi Hai stage.

Although he looks like a real cultivator, after the Zhenyuan sword energy is a small success, if they really fight, ordinary Qi Hai can't beat him!

"I will make a feint attack from the front, and you can still sneak attack!" Shan Wei sat down and meditated to adjust his breathing and force out the poison.

That's right, he was poisoned again!

"Why are you poisoned again! You haven't been betrayed and poisoned by friends in the past few years, and then hunted down!" Shi Feizhe couldn't help but say when he saw Shanwei forcing out the poison.

Shanwei didn't say anything, but continued to regulate his breathing.

Suddenly, Shi Feizhe felt a burst of murderous aura.

Accompanying the murderous aura was a man wearing red clothes and holding a red umbrella.

Along with it, there was a poem.

"Hanging the sword is fun and not asking, the rivers and lakes are deep. Lingshan is not small, and there are only tourists at the end of the world!"

"... Where is this fucking pretentious guy!" Shi Feizhe asked Shanwei speechlessly.

Why are all the people I met pretending today!

Shanwei coughed up a mouthful of black blood and said, "His name is Xiao Tingkong, and his swordsmanship is very powerful!"

He stood up and pulled out the eight-sided Han sword behind him, and faced Xiao Tingkong cautiously!

There is actually someone with the surname Xiao, what a strange surname.

Shi Feizhe also pulled out his rusty sword that looked like a twist, which made Shanwei's eyes twitch.

Was it a mistake to teach him swordsmanship?

"Swords are not like this!" Xiao Tingkong said lightly under the red umbrella.

His voice was very cold, the kind that penetrated the bone marrow.

"What does it look like?" Shi Feizhe asked curiously.

"Like this!"

A red sword light was drawn from Xiao Tingkong's waist. It turned out to be a sword with a faint red light.

"...This sword is a bit handsome!"

Shi Feizhe looked at the blood-like long sword under the night light and couldn't help saying.

"This is the Blood Shadow Sword. After being hit, you will bleed for three days! Be careful!" Shanwei looked at the red long sword and reminded Shi Feizhe.

"Hand over the Twelve-story Tower, and I promise to let you die happily!" Xiao Tingkong said in a murderous tone.

"He is also for the Twelve-story Tower?" Shi Feizhe asked Shanwei.

Shanwei stared at the empty pavilion and nodded.

"No way! No way! Someone taught me "Twelve-story Tower" and I can't learn it, so I blame Shanwei!" Shi Feizhe felt that this plot was very familiar.

At this moment, it was just like that moment.

No way! No way!