Twenty miles away.

Mayi Jianxiu took off his hat and came to a stream. He untied the water from his waist, scooped a can of stream water, and slowly drank it.

The sword cultivator was very slow, as if drinking water was a very sacred ritual. After drinking, his dry and cracked skin gradually turned bloody.

This is the first time Xiao Jinyan has observed the sword cultivator on Shujian Mountain up close. He is thin, has no hair on his head, and always has a expressionless face on his face.

Xiao Jinyan asked, "Friend, you got what you want, we don't owe each other. If you don't have any objections, we will separate."

Jian Cultivator thought for a moment and asked, "What is a friend?"

"this……"

Xiao Jinyan was also asked, "Friends are a relationship that establishes cognitive relationships in certain aspects regardless of age, region, race, and gender. For example, if I shake hands with you, I will treat you as a friend, and I invite you to drink, we are friends."

Jian Xiu pointed at Yu Wenshuang, "Are you friends?"

Xiao Jinyan smiled and said, "We are lovers, not friends."

When Yu Wenshuang heard this, her face turned slightly red, but she did not speak. She obviously agreed to this relationship. She had known Xiao Jinyan for two years, and this was the first time that Xiao Jinyan officially introduced herself to others.

Jian Xiu asked again, "What is a lover?"

"Lovers are relationships that are further than friends."

Sword cultivating Taoism, "Then we are lovers."

Xiao Jinyan quickly waved his hand, "Friends do not distinguish between genders, but lovers are separated. Only men and women can be lovers."

Jian Xiu said again, "Then I will be a lover with her."

Xiao Jinyan wanted to die. This guy with great martial arts skills killed thousands of people with one sword, but he was so idiot in life and social cognition.

"No! Lovers are mutual. I need to like her, she likes me."

The sword cultivator seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of it, and he didn't know what the word "like?" meant.

Seeing him frowning, Xiao Jinyan was afraid that he would come up with some wrong reasons, so he quickly changed the topic, "There are so many sword cultivators on your Shujian Mountain. Do you have no friends?"

Sword cultivator, "I don't know them. We sword cultivators only practice swords and do not shake hands." In his perception, only shaking hands and drinking can be considered friends.

"Brother, how old are you this year?"

Jian Xiu thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know, there is an iron tree under our nineteenth rank statue. When I went down the mountain, I bloomed thirty times."

The flowering period of the iron tree is extremely long, and it blooms every ten years on average. If it is true as the sword cultivator said, wouldn’t this sword cultivator be hundreds of years old? The sword cultivator looked very old before, but after drinking water, he became very young again. Xiao Jinyan couldn’t explain it clearly, but since he was a person from Shujian Mountain, he could not judge it by common sense.

Xiao Jinyan was curious and asked, "Are there many sword cultivators like you on Shujian Mountain?"

The sword cultivator recalled for a moment and said, "There are twenty-grade statues in Shujian Mountain, twenty sword guards, and under each statue, there are twenty sword cultivators."

Xiao Jinyan was amazed and obediently in the midst of winter. Wouldn't there be four hundred sword cultivators? If everyone was like him, and if he made any move, a thousand people would die. If these four hundred sword cultivators went down the mountain at the same time, wouldn't the whole world be destroyed?

The sword cultivator said again, "One year, many people died, and later some people were added, but their cultivation level was not good."

Xiao Jinyan said, "If you four hundred swordsmans go down the mountain, won't you be invincible in the world?"

Jian Jingzheng Rong Dao, "We sword cultivators and sword guardians protect the highest way of heaven, and have no interest in sweeping you world."

"Why?"

Sword cultivation, "It is not worth taking action. The Supreme Heavenly Dao has more powerful enemies."

This sword cultivator seemed to have not spoken for many years. At first, he spoke very unscrupulously, but after talking to Xiao Jinyan, his words became richer.

"We sword monks never go down the mountain, except for those of the nineteenth grade."

"Why?"

"That year, Lu Xuanji stole the divine weapon. The sword master was very angry and ordered our nineteenth-grade sword cultivator to go down the mountain to find the three divine weapons. Whoever could find it was the 19th sword guard."

Only then did Xiao Jinyan realize that the sword cultivators walking between heaven and earth were the same as Lu Xuanji back then. After Lu Xuanji defected, these sword cultivators were ordered to travel around the world to find the three great divine weapons. The Supreme Heavenly Dao was also forced to fall asleep because of the loss of the divine weapons, and they slept for five hundred years.

He knew that sooner or later there would be a war between Shujian Mountain and Shujian Mountain. The more he knew about Shujian Mountain, the more he would win in the future. So he asked, "What kind of person is Lu Xuanji?"

Jian Xiu fell into deep thoughts. After a long time, he slowly said, "A very powerful person!" Jian Xiu lacked words and could not find too many words to describe, but if he could make him say the word "awesome", then Lu Xuanji was really powerful.

Sword cultivating Taoism, "You are also very powerful."

Xiao Jinyan pointed at himself and said to himself, "I? I'm afraid I can't even resist your sword."

Sword cultivation, "Lu Xuanji has five strings, you have two strings."

Xiao Jinyan was shocked.

He had a string force since he was young, which made him take many detours when he was practicing, but he knew the wonderful use of this string force. When the sword cultivator said that Lu Xuanji also had string force back then, Xiao Jinyan had a thought in his mind, "Is he still related to Lu Xuanji?"

Xiao Jinyan has been practicing string power for a long time. On the shore of Taihu Lake, he used string power to control the flying sword and killed the blood demon Ying Sun Wuzong. Later, he was seriously warned by Wang Banxian that he should not use this move before his strength was insufficient, because he was afraid of attracting attention from Shujian Mountain. However, today the sword cultivator has noticed the special features of his meridians.

Xiao Jinyan asked, "What's your name?"

Sword cultivation, "Sword cultivation has no name. When we practice, we don't talk to people, and whether we have a name is not important. However, I am the best sword cultivation with martial arts under the 19th grade, so the number is Zero. Lu Xuanji gave me a name, 19000."

Xiao Jinyan almost asked him if he could have some kind of musical instrument. He said, "It's better to do this, man, I'll give you a name. You were born in Shujian Mountain and your martial arts skills are the most wisest one at the 19th grade. Why not just call it Wangcai."

Yu Wenshuang laughed when she heard this.

"Wangcai..., where is the casual way you are to give him a name?"

Xiao Jinyan said, "That may not be true. I know a friend who once worked as a field trip in "Gossip Weekly" and likes to name a blind name. Besides, the name Wangcai is nice and easy to remember."

Jian Xiu murmured, "Wangcai? What does it mean?"

"It means wealth and prosperity. Your name is very auspicious and festive."

"Wangcai..." Jian Xiu murmured, "My name is Wangcai."

On Shujian Mountain, only the sword guards are qualified to have a name. Like the other 300 sword cultivators, he only has one number. Today, Xiao Jinyan gave him a name. His emotions fluctuated a little, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he had always been tense and expressionless, Xiao Jinyan laughed at him and thought he didn't like the name, so he even changed his words, "Actually, there are many other names, which sound very nice."

Sword practices Taoism, "No, my name is Wangcai."

Xiao Jinyan spread his hands, "Since you are so persistent, I have nothing to say." He stood up, clasped his fists with his hands, and practiced Taoism at Jian, "Brother Wangcai, let's leave here."

Before the sword cultivator could react, he took Yu Wenshuang away.

The sword cultivator, who had a name, stood there in a daze and watched the two of them leave. He hung a long sword on his waist and came to a small town with an unknown gun in his hand.

The town is not big, with only one street, and more than a hundred families make a living by farming. In the long street, there is a banner hanging with Chinese and Chu language written with a big word "wine".

There was a guy selling wine at the door. This town was very remote and few people from outside passed by. At this moment, he saw Jian Xiu and smiled and said, "Celebrity, the authentic Chishui wine was smuggled from the Ming Dynasty. Should I come to some?"

Jian Xiu nodded, and the guy brought a bowl of wine and handed it to Jian Xiu. He took a sip. A spicy feeling came into his mouth, and Jian Xiu started to cough.

Immediately afterwards, a flame seemed to rise in his lower abdomen. The feeling was like practicing in the spiritual spring of Shujian Mountain. His whole face turned red and he couldn't help but dance.

The guy laughed secretly. It looked like this man had the first time drinking. He turned into this look after just one sip, so he said, "Why might as well do more?"

Jian Cultivator nodded.

Suddenly, a lady shouted on the long street, "Wangcai!Wangcai! Where have you gone?"

Jian Xiu was about to respond, but he saw the middle-aged lady holding a golden retriever dog, "Hei Wangcai, if you run around again, be careful that I will break your dog's legs!"

Jian Xiu looked at the dog and smiled.

The dog was full of alert when he saw him and shouted at Wangwang. Jian Cultivator bent down and stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Wangcai, we are friends."

The middle-aged lady hugged the golden retriever in her arms and said, "This man is a fool."

The sword cultivator was not angry. The dog did not shake hands with him. He just felt a little disappointed. The guy next to him put the wine into the bottle and said, "There are thirty cents in total."

"What?"

"Give me the money."

Jian Xiu asked, "I want to invite my friend to drink, why do you have to give you money? What is money?"

The guy said to the middle-aged lady, "It's really a fool."

Jian Xiu ignored his ridicule, took the wine bottle in his hand, turned around and left, and the guy chased him out, "You are robbing him clearly. If you don't give the money, I'll find someone to beat you up."

Jian Cultivator left in a hurry. Seeing that everyone was about to chase him, he stretched out his index finger with his right hand and drew a line on the ground.

A rumbling sound broke out.

Wherever his fingers passed, it turned into a trench dozens of feet deep. The people who followed him were so scared that their faces were pale, "This man is a monster."

The guy covered his heart with his hands, fortunately he didn't do anything randomly just now, otherwise wouldn't that finger hit him and wouldn't it be a pool of meat paste?

Xiao Jinyan had just walked a few miles away and saw that Yu Wenshuang was a little tired, so he helped her sit down and rest. Now Mr. Lu is still in the Gubang Hall in Xijing City. The two have been dependent on each other for a long time, so he doesn't want to leave Mr. Lu and ignore it.

A figure flashed in front of him, and Wangcai appeared in front of him.

Xiao Jinyan said, "Why are you back?"

Wangcai sent the bottle forward, "I'll invite you to drink!"

"Why?"
Chapter completed!