I want to cultivate swordsman

Outside the mansion of the magistrate's family,

Xu Zhiqiu's figure flashed across the row upon row of houses, stepping on row after row of roof ridges, tapping his toes from time to time, and leaping across the streets separated by several feet.

Although he cannot fly in the air, his speed is not slow at all.

After leaning for a while, the distance between the female ghost in red and the ghost in red became closer.

It's just that the opponent has been riding the wind, so it is difficult to have a chance to make a move.

So how can we use sword energy to shoot the female ghost down from the sky?

This is a tough question.

Xu Zhiqiu couldn't think of any solution for a while.

just,

What people didn't expect was that when passing by a pavilion, for some reason, the female ghost in red fell from the sky on her own initiative.

Her figure landed on the edge of the window sill on the second floor of the pavilion, standing still, staring at the window in front of her, attracted by something.

Xu Zhiqiu quickened his pace, and when he got close, he realized that there was a scholar in the pavilion who was reciting poems at the moment.

When the female ghost in red heard those poems, her glamorous face was dazed and persistent for a moment, but when she sensed Xu Zhiqiu's appearance, her expression became extremely struggling again, as if she wanted to get rid of this uncontrollable state.

Seeing this situation, Xu Zhiqiu didn't know why.

After thinking about it, I realized something.

Ghosts are transformed from the souls of dead people, and usually retain obsessions in life. If you encounter something or something you like, you will be trapped by obsessions and affect your soul. Find yourself again.

Presumably this female ghost was a woman who admired talent and learning before she was alive, that's why she heard the poems falling down involuntarily.

Since there was no deceit, Xu Zhiqiu no longer hesitated, condensed a sword energy between his fingers, and shot towards the red-clothed female ghost.

This time, Xu Zhiqiu had no reservations and was bound to kill the female ghost.

"Whoosh!"

The sword energy roared through the air, piercing through the female ghost's eyebrows.

At the same time, the female ghost's body was torn apart inch by inch, almost collapsing.

But just when she was about to disappear into the world, her broken body healed again and returned to its original state.

What's happening here?

Xu Zhiqiu was a little dazed by the female ghost's tricks.

Just at this moment of ignorance, the female ghost completely got rid of the state of obsession and fled to the distance again.

While the figure fluttered, he looked back at Xu Zhiqiu with resentment.

The latter hurriedly continued to catch up.

One person and one ghost launched a protracted pursuit in Lin'an County.

Passing a long street, there is a horse-drawn carriage driving fast.

Xu Zhiqiu couldn't dodge it in time, so he had no choice but to stick to the ground, slide down the carriage, and then met the eyes of the figure who had been hiding here for a long time, and passed by.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scream from behind, which was very clear in the dark night.

It must be that the person was too terrified in his heart, accidentally fell from the bottom of the carriage, and was crushed by the wheels again.

Xu Zhiqiu glanced at him casually, seeing that he was wearing black clothes and a hood, very similar to a night thief, so he didn't stop, and disappeared at the end of the street in a few flashes.

Not long after, he came to another courtyard to chase the female ghost.

When I looked up, I saw two figures overlapping in front of the window, posing in various embarrassing poses.

Farther away, there was the sound of fencing, mixed with intermittent begging for mercy.

that's it,

Xu Zhiqiu chased after him all night and watched the scenery all night.

When the sky turned pale, the female ghost in red dared not stay in the sky any longer, fearing that the sun would spoil her yin energy, so she went straight to the Yulong River in the south of the county, crossed the river by virtue of the wind, and burrowed into the river on the other side. in the woods.

On the river's side, Xu Zhiqiu had no choice but to stop and look around.

The Yulong River was hundreds of feet wide, and there were no bridges nearby. With his current strength, he couldn't cross the river, so he could only watch the female ghost disappear.

At this moment, Xu Zhiqiu finally realized the helplessness of Qi training monks.

If it is a foundation building monk, the river of this width can be crossed in the blink of an eye, and there is no need to worry about ghosts escaping.

"It seems that the realm is still weak."

"It's better to cultivate to the foundation building stage as soon as possible."

Xu Zhiqiu muttered a few words to Jiang Mian and had no choice but to leave.

.........

Half an hour later, Xu Zhiqiu returned to Wutong Street.

At this time, the sun had already lit up from the east, and the figures in Wutong Street gradually increased.

Wu Chiqi, who sells sesame seed cakes, wanders the streets pushing an oven.

Butcher Zhang Quande yelled in front of his house with two pigs on his shoulders.

A pretty widow surnamed Pan set up a shop at the corner of the street and sold her own tofu.

Xu Zhiqiu passed by them, and Wu Chiqiu said with a smile: "Master Xu, do you want to eat sesame seed cakes? Freshly baked sesame seed cakes are fragrant, and they only cost a penny."

Xu Zhiqiu waved his hands with a smile and refused.

Zhang Quande next door said: "If you don't eat sesame seed cakes, let's have some pork. This is the pork that I killed this morning. Go back and ask your aunt to make you a pork stew to satisfy your hunger."

Xu Zhiqiu thought about it, and it was true that he hadn't eaten meat for a while.

The second uncle is a carpenter, and the money he earns every month is only enough to feed the whole family. It is not easy to want to eat meat.

I remember the last time I ate pork, it was the last time.

But now that Xu Zhiqiu is rich, with a wallet of 30 taels in his arms, he can buy some pork to improve his life.

He walked to the door of the butcher's house and said to Zhang Quande, "Uncle Zhang, let's bring ten catties of pork."

Here in Qianyuan Lin'an, there are 16 taels per catty, and ten catties of pork is a lot.

When Zhang Quande heard it, he suddenly regained his spirits, his eyes lit up and said: "Master Xu is very capable, but he has become rich recently?"

Xu Zhiqiu smiled and said some polite words, but he didn't reveal the source of the money.

Zhang Quande quickly chopped off ten catties of pork, wrapped it in oiled paper and handed it to Xu Zhiqiu:

"Here, take it. Here are ten catties of pork, five catties of tenderloin, and five catties of plum blossoms. We are all neighbors. We only charge twenty yuan."

Twenty coins is two taels of silver.

The price of this pork is not cheap, but it is the same in the whole Lin'an County.

Xu Zhiqiu took out two taels of silver from his bosom, Zhang Quande smiled all over his face immediately, threw another small bag into his bosom, winked and said:

"This is the best treasure of the black pig. It doesn't count your money. You can boil it and eat it when you go home. I will keep you safe from dancing with a stick at night."

After hearing this, Xu Zhiqiu knew what it was without looking at it, and quickly thanked him a few times.

Passing by the tofu stand, a pretty widow surnamed Pan waved her hand and said enthusiastically, "Young Master Xu, would you like to eat a bowl of stewed tofu?"

Xu Zhiqiu refused with some embarrassment: "Another day, another day, come to my sister's place to eat tofu."

Widow Pan covered her mouth and snickered: "Then it's a deal, and you can't play tricks."

Xu Zhiqiu hummed, and walked to the second uncle's house with the pork on his shoulders.

Near the gate of the courtyard, before stepping into the courtyard, there was a shout from inside: "Who is so vicious and smokey? It's almost Chinese New Year, and you won't be afraid of retribution!"

The voice sounded very familiar, it should be from my aunt.

According to Xu Zhiqiu's understanding of his aunt, he must be out of breath for being able to say these words.

How could my aunt be so angry?

Xu Zhiqiu looked into the courtyard door and saw his aunt holding a broom, standing in the middle of the courtyard and throwing a tantrum, with seven or eight dead chickens lying vertically in the snow in front of her, blood dripping everywhere.

That girl Xu Yueyao was not afraid at all, she stood aside with her head tilted, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ah Huang, the old yellow dog, was lying beside the dead chicken, grinning and growling, his eyes full of hostility.