I want to cultivate swordsman

After leaving the village, nothing happened in the next few days.

On the ninth day, the convoy arrived near Sanhu Mountain according to the established route. In order to shorten the journey to Beijing, the convoy deliberately avoided the nearby prefectural city and chose to walk through the mountains and forests, which can directly save four or five time of day.

When the sun was about to set, the coachman lifted the curtain of the carriage, poked his head in and asked, "Miss, it will be dark soon, are we spending the night near here?"

Gu Qingyue nodded, looking a little tired. Although she rested every day and night, traveling for several days in a row still made her body overwhelmed.

Zhao Liangcai's words were not as good as those in the first few days. He always put his head on the tea table, half-opened his eyes, and occasionally spit out words like princess, little lady, etc., probably imagining the beautiful life in the capital. .

Xu Zhiqiu was still as usual, meditating with his eyes closed every day in the carriage, and kept imitating the appearance of the sword in the painting in his mind, so that his soul power could continue to grow. Although the growth rate was not fast, he was very satisfied with it.

According to the current progress, as long as he arrives in the capital, his soul power should be able to grow to half of that of a foundation cultivator.

After a while, the carriage stopped.

The coachman chose a relatively flat grassland. With the experience of the previous few days, the coachman and the guards were busy with their own affairs quickly. The tent was quickly set up, and then it was lighting a fire, cooking, and patrolling.

Regardless of the cold grass, Zhao Liangcai lay directly beside Gu Qingyue, with his arms behind his head and said: "Sister Qingyue, I think we should change the route tomorrow, if this continues, I will go crazy. "

Gu Qingyue did not reply immediately, but looked at the lame driver not far away and said, "Uncle Lin, how long will it take for us to pass by the next town?"

The lame coachman stretched out five fingers, which meant another five days.

Gu Qingyue said to Zhao Liangcai: "Brother Zhao, please endure for another five days. Changing the route rashly will delay the time to enter Beijing, which is not good."

Zhao Liangcai had no choice but to give up. At this time, he couldn't help but miss the biscuits. If he had the biscuits by his side, the trip to Beijing would not be so boring.

"Ugh!"

Zhao Liangcai let out a long sigh, and then fixed his eyes on Xu Zhiqiu. He looked at Xu Zhiqiu who was sitting cross-legged beside the fire, his eyes rolled around. After thinking for a while, he took the dried bacon from the guard's hand, Roasting on the fire, he moved to Xu Zhiqiu's side and said, "Master, there is still a long way to go to the capital. Do you think we will encounter any danger?"

Xu Zhiqiu turned his gaze, looked at Zhao Liangcai and said, "Who knows, if you're lucky, you won't be in danger."

Zhao Liangcai said: "Then luck is almost dangerous, isn't it?"

Xu Zhiqiu was silent, Zhao Liangcai said again: "I have felt that my luck is not very good since I was a child, and I am afraid that it will be dangerous in the next few days."

Xu Zhiqiu said, "What do you want to say?"

Zhao Liangcai put his fist against his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "I was thinking, can you teach me some ways of cultivating immortals, so that I can help you share some dangers."

Hearing this, Xu Zhiqiu understood Zhao Liangcai's intentions, and said with a slight smile: "In all orthodox sects, no matter how powerful the cultivation method is, it can't make people achieve something in a short period of time, but there are methods of evil cultivation. How likely is it, why, you want to practice evil?"

Zhao Liangcai shook his head hastily, his father is a county magistrate, no matter how bastard he is, he can't have anything to do with evil cultivators.

After a pause, he tentatively said, "Slower time is fine."

Xu Zhiqiu didn't answer, but asked instead: "The Qingyang Sect will send people to Lai'an County to recruit disciples every March at the beginning of spring, can you go and let them have a look?"

Zhao Liangcai scratched his head: "I can't remember some of them."

This remark was a lie, but Xu Zhiqiu didn't directly expose it.

Every March is the day when Qingyang Sect recruits disciples. They will send people to recruit children with good aptitude in neighboring provincial capitals, prefectures, and counties to become disciples, and Lin'an County is one of them.

Back then, Xu Zhiqiu was favored by the elders of the Qingyang Sect, and he was directly accepted as an inner disciple.

Zhao Liangcai, as the son of the magistrate, must have been seen by the Qingyang Sect when he was young. Since he was not accepted as a disciple, it means that his qualifications are extremely poor, and he does not even have spiritual roots. How can Xu Zhiqiu teach him in such a situation? He cultivates immortality.

Seeing that Xu Zhiqiu didn't reply for a long time, Zhao Liangcai said, "The simplest one is fine."

Seeing that Zhao Liangcai was unwilling to give up, Xu Zhiqiu really wanted to say that it might be difficult with your aptitude, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it, and finally said: "If you really want to cultivate immortality, I have a basic teaching method here. Whether or not it can be achieved is up to you.”

Zhao Liangcai's eyes lit up when he saw something was going on, and he looked at Xu Zhiqiu more affectionately than when he looked at Liu Ruyue when he was in Zuichunlou, and nodded hurriedly, "I'll learn."

Xu Zhiqiu handed over the most basic method of sensing Qi to Zhao Liangcai.

This is the basic way of breathing in the Qingyang Sect. It has no other purpose. It can only be used to sense the existence of Qi. It is considered average, and it took a month of practice to achieve success.

Xu Zhiqiu felt that it was okay to teach Zhao Liangcai the method of breathing and breathing. After all, this was not a profound scripture. Even if the Qingyang sect knew it in the future, they would not pursue it. In this way, Zhao Liangcai would not pester him anymore.

Zhao Liangcai felt like he had found a treasure after getting the Tuna method. He stopped roasting the jerky and threw it back into the hands of the guards. He hurriedly imitated Xu Zhiqiu's appearance and sat cross-legged on the grass. Tuna.

At this time, the green-clothed maid beside Gu Qingyue came out of the tent. She was taken aback when she saw Zhao Liangcai's appearance, and then she covered her mouth with her hands and couldn't help laughing. Gu Qingyue said: "Miss, look quickly, Mr. Zhao is actually practicing like Mr. Xu, what a fool."

Gu Qingyue turned her gaze to look at Zhao Liangcai, she was a little dazed seeing Xiao He not talking nonsense, then she shook her head and said nothing more.

An hour passed in this way, Zhao Liangcai was unusually honest, he didn't move an inch, sitting cross-legged on the grass like a sculpture, it was very different from the past, even the coachman cooked the rice and he couldn't shake him, you know the past few days In Japan, he is the most active in eating.

The maid in green also deliberately put a piece of roasted jerky in front of Zhao Liangcai's nose, but Zhao Liangcai just swallowed his saliva and still didn't open his eyes.