There were lights flickering in the dark night. Zhou An could easily find the location of the cottage. The cottage area was not large, only half a hilltop. It looked like it had just been built. It was relatively simple, but the overall structure was good. .
But at this time, the village was already empty of people. The remaining people were frightened and ran away. There was only an old man raising horses. One of the old man's legs was broken and he couldn't walk at night or ride a horse, so he didn't run away. Although he accepted his fate, he was still trembling with fear when he saw Zhou An.
"Chief Immortal, I will accept your fate if you want to kill or chop me into pieces, but these horses are all good horses. They don't know anything. If they are really bad, they can go to the city and buy them." The old man said again and again.
"Killing horses, why should I kill horses." Zhou An said in confusion, "You said you are a horse breeder, why would you want to be a horse bandit?"
The old man said helplessly: "I didn't know they were horse bandits at first. They fooled me into saying that they came to the Immortal Sect to raise horses. As soon as I heard that they were Immortals, I came here with great interest."
"But there are indeed immortals among these people. I couldn't tell for a while whether they were horse bandits or immortals. Anyway, I'm just a horse breeder."
Zhou An felt that this person didn't know the difference between right and wrong, so he said angrily: "These people look like horse bandits at first glance, but you insist on saying that they are immortals."
The old man hesitated and said, "But there is even a library here. Does the horse bandit have a library?"
Zhou An was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect such a thing to happen, and then said: "Book Pavilion? Take me to see it. I want to see what is in this so-called Library Pavilion."
He noticed that these horse bandits really seemed to want to establish a sect of cultivating immortals. They probably had a prototype. What the man said before could not be true.
Arriving at the so-called Library Pavilion, it was a small wooden building with a lot of books inside. Zhou An checked it out and found that most of them were fists and kicks, but there were still Qi-entraining techniques related to immortal cultivators. .
This method is very basic, but it does not prevent talented people from becoming immortal cultivators. It just takes a long time.
"What is going on with these horse bandits? Are they really planning to establish an immortal cultivating sect here?"
Zhou An felt a little surprised, and looked around the bookshelves again, focusing on those basic sword skills. His sword skills came from the Doomsday Game, and he was already a master. Such basic things should be for him. It was of no use, but after reading half of a book of basic sword moves, he had some inexplicable insights.
This made him feel that his sword skills might be able to reach another level, although the master level was already the highest theoretical level.
He wanted to see what sword cultivators in this world were like, but it seemed that sword cultivators were a relatively small part of the cultivators and required higher talents.
Compared with extraordinary people, immortal cultivators have a higher natural threshold. Many things have been decided before birth. Mortals are mortals, and immortals are immortals. Most of the children of mortals are mortals, and most of the children of immortals are also immortals. .
"I'm going to burn down the stockade. Do you want to go down together?"
Zhou An said to the old man raising the horse, and then burned the entire stockade with fire. The raging fire became more and more fierce. It could be seen from more than ten miles away, and the entire sky was burned red.
[An app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, used by all old bookworms.
There are many people on the road, including individual cultivators.
After asking, Zhou An learned that today is the Kaiyuan Festival, which is why the city is so lively.
Kaiyuan seems to be a powerful immortal cultivator, and this is also the birthplace of Kaiyuan.
Wandering in the night market, it was already late at night, and there were still many people. Even ordinary people in this world are very energetic.
When we walked to a place where people gathered, many people watched from a distance but did not dare to get close.
"What are you doing here? Why are there so many people?" Zhou An asked the man holding a long sword next to him.
Although he is not a cultivator, he has strong blood energy and should be a warrior. A warrior can make up for the innate deficiencies and condense the blood energy to a certain level, then he can cross the threshold and step into the path of immortality.
The man glanced at Zhou An indifferently and said lightly:
"Be an outsider."
"This is the annual Kaiyuan competition. The winner can get some rare secrets or immortal treasures. However, only immortal cultivators can enter. We can only watch from the outside, but it is enough to see. We want to see these." It's rare for an immortal cultivator to take action, and you might be able to get some immortal energy. "
Although he acted calmly, his eyes were full of desire.
Zhou An nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, then I'll go in first while you watch from the outside."
The man saw Zhou An's rustic look: "Can you go in?"
Zhou An was unsure and said, "It should be possible."
"..." The man didn't speak anymore. Instead, he looked like he was watching a show. He was sure that Zhou An was just pretending.
Zhou An felt like he was traveling in a strange city. The lively environment would probably make people put aside other worries and walk to the front door.
There were several servants holding long sticks standing at the door. They were full of energy and looked unusually strong. When they saw Zhou An walking inside, they asked, "Only those who are cultivators of immortals can enter. Are you a cultivator of immortals?"
They were full of suspicion when they saw Zhou An's disheveled appearance, and the orb in his hand showed no reaction.
Zhou An was experienced in this kind of thing. He took out the knife from his pocket, turned it twice in his palm, and asked with a smile: "What do you think?"
The servants guarding the door suddenly became respectful, nodding and bowing: "Immortal, please come in, Immortal, please come in."
"Our main purpose is to prevent ordinary people who don't know their status from coming in and disrupting the atmosphere. If you offend me, please bear with me."
Zhou An is not surprised by this. In such a society, the hierarchy is more strict than imagined. Anyone who becomes an immortal cultivator is regarded as a superior person regardless of their strength.
As soon as he came in, he saw two monks fighting. They were not very strong. They were almost all monks in the foundation building stage. The fight was back and forth. One of them relied on immortal treasures, and the other relied on immortal magic. Various methods were used to fight against each other. When it came out, there was lightning flashing above, which was quite exciting to watch.
At this time.
Seeing Zhou An in such a mess, a monk who was simply dressed but clearly noble became very interested. He walked up and asked, "Brother, I've been looking here for a long time. Why don't you go up and give it a try?" Try? The rewards for the Kaiyuan Competition are quite good, and many people come here specifically for this."
"And the final winner will have the opportunity to join Daqi's Immortal Mansion."
Zhou An smiled and said nonchalantly: "I just came in to take a look, and didn't want to participate. But what exactly is this Daqi Immortal Mansion?"
The monk opened the fan in his hand: "The Immortal Mansion of Daqi is naturally the Immortal Mansion of Daqi. It can be compared with Wangtian Mountain. There are many great monks in it."
"It seems that Xiongtai is an outsider. I see that Xiangtai is carrying a long sword. Could it be that he is a swordsman?"
Zhou An nodded and said, "That's right."
He felt that he should be regarded as a swordsman, at least his fighting methods were similar, but there might be fundamental differences.
There was a look of surprise on the monk's face: "Sword cultivators are generally very rare, and the journey of cultivation is more difficult. It seems that you are not an ordinary person."
"My name is Qi Fugui, what do you call me?
"
Qi Fugui?
It's really a name that's more than a little bit earthy.
A strange look flashed across Zhou An's face, and he said with a smile: "My name is Zhou An, your name is quite festive."
Qi Fugui was silent for a moment, then held his breath and said, "You are the first to say my name is festive. In fact, this Kaiyuan Great Monk is also a sword cultivator. I heard that if you win the competition, you can get a copy of the Kaiyuan Great Monk's Sword Intent experience. , although it is not handwritten, it is still quite good."
What are your thoughts on Sword Intent?
Zhou An became somewhat interested when he heard this, and seeing that none of the monks here seemed to be very strong, he said, "Shall I give it a try?"
Qi Fugui nodded: "If you think you can do it, then go ahead. Of course, there must be rules in the competition. You can hurt people, but you can't kill."
Zhou An walked to the front row where the records were being taken. There was an extremely beautiful young woman with heavy rouge on her face. When she saw Zhou An, she smiled and said, "Sir, are you going to take part in the competition?"
Zhou An nodded: "Yes."
The woman picked up the pen and started taking notes: "You need 10 spiritual stones to participate in the competition."
Zhou An was stunned for a moment. He didn't have any spiritual stones on him. Before he could speak, Qi Fugui from behind greeted him: "I will bear his responsibility."
The woman's expression changed and she said respectfully, "Okay."
Zhou An didn't pay too much attention to this. He just felt that Qi Fugui's identity might be a little unusual. He turned around and patted Qi Fugui on the shoulder: "You are very generous. If you get rich later, I will definitely make up for it for you."
Qi Fugui's expression was obviously dull for a moment, and then he laughed: "You are quite interesting, then I will wait for you to return it to me."
When Zhou An walked towards the competition platform, the older monk next to him whispered: "My lord, do you think he is extraordinary?"
Qi Fugui glanced at him, "It's not ordinary, it must be extraordinary, but you still have to look at his strength. Swordsmanship requires talent and perseverance, otherwise he will go crazy."
The older monk agreed and said, "Your Majesty is right. Sword cultivators generally have great potential. For example, among great monks, four out of ten are sword cultivators."
"Snobbish!" Qi Fugui muttered: "You have to look at your character. Observe people's appearance, know your destiny, smile often, and worry to death."
