Qingshan Inn was originally an ordinary restaurant at the foot of Qingyang Mountain. Most of the people who stayed there on weekdays were businessmen, diners, and tourists on their way.
In recent days, even restaurant owners can see the influx of many martial arts cultivators.
Shen Xiu was sitting on a guest seat next to the bed on the second floor, staring at the crowds of people on the street, muttering something to himself.
"Zhang Daming, martial arts cultivator, first level body training..."
"Yi Toulu, martial arts cultivator, three levels of bone cutting..."
"Zhao San, Xuan Xiu, first level Qi training..."
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Every time Shen Xiu uttered a sentence, outsiders could not detect that there was a strange luster flowing in his deep eyes.
This is the effect of his double-pupil eye.
His name and cultivation level can be seen, but other information cannot be seen.
This was a function he had accidentally discovered on a whim before. For example, he knew the name of the ancestor of the Yun family and his level of cultivation when he saw it before.
The ancestor of the Yun family is named Yunyang, and his cultivation is indeed the eighth realm of Yuan Yuan.
Apart from this, nothing else can be seen, but these alone made Shen Xiu feel a little more at ease.
After all, after sitting at the window for such a long time, Shen Xiu was fine sometimes. Even when he looked at the people passing by the window with his double-pupil eyes, he didn't see a few martial arts cultivators above the fifth level.
However, this kind of data is very one-sided. After all, it is impossible for a master like the ancestor of the Yun family to wander around the streets like this without anything going on.
So familiar with the ability, I watched with boredom.
However, Shen Xiu noticed that a young man ran into the restaurant from outside in a hurry, and then there was a discussion and noise inside the restaurant.
Chen Xiu felt a little strange and listened carefully, but he heard that it was probably about a woman named Liu Yuexue.
As for why he knew it, it was two men in brocade clothes across from him, one of whom was also enthusiastically educating the other man, who was also quite confused.
“You don’t even know about the Qingxi Zhai Sword God in Yunlin County.
The sword god's real name is Liu Yuexue, and her name is said to have come from a rare snowstorm in June. Her master, Old Man Sanjian, picked her up from a pack of wolves in the wilderness, so she was named accordingly.
As for her title of Sword God, it comes from her extreme obsession with swordsmanship.
Can you imagine that a three-year-old child starts to face the stone wall and practices swordsmanship for ten years, and then at the age of eleven, he learns about Qi refining and enters the path of immortality?
Then at the age of fifteen, he entered the realm of Zifu and became a sword cultivator in the Six Realms of Xuanxiu.
This is impressive, but what's even more amazing is that two years ago, she challenged her master Sanjian Old Man alone and almost won.
Of course, the result was still a loss, but she was able to take down three swords and two swords from Lao Rao, but this was enough to make her proud. After that, the name of Sword God spread in Yunlin County.
I see that you, a fake Yunlin native, as a mysterious cultivator, don’t even know her name. "
The young man in brocade clothes danced and talked endlessly, as if he had become the girl who practiced swordsmanship regardless of the cold or summer, walking around with a sword and looking at her.
Shen Xiu, who was beside him, simply listened, and the figure of a young girl who practiced swordplay independently regardless of the cold, summer, spring or autumn, who was stubborn and never gave up, suddenly emerged.
Slowly emerged from my mind.
"I've seen Liu Yuexue's portrait. The Sword God is not at the bottom. He should be in the carriage in the middle."
Staring at the steady carriage that was driving quietly, and glancing at the female disciples of Qingxi Zhai next to him, the boy in brocade clothes specifically turned back to explain to his companions opposite.
Then he turned his head and stared intently at the curtain on the carriage that fluttered slightly as he walked, as if he wanted to see through it.
Until I see clearly the true face of the sword-mad Lushan inside.
Shen Xiu glanced at the carriage and saw nothing.
But he didn't seem to want the eager people to get what they wanted. The slightly swaying car curtains never wavered much as they drove along the official road.
Why are the streets in Qingshan Town so flat?
Some martial arts cultivators in Qingshan Tower began to blame those who had done nothing in Zhenshi.
The carriage is moving.
The car curtain swayed slightly, and the sword god inside seemed to have no intention of opening the curtain to take a look at the scenery of Qingshan Town.
This disappointed many people in the restaurant.
But then, the crowd in the restaurant widened their eyes.
The carriage was driving slowly, the hard wheels rolling on the solid stone road, making a creaking sound.
The sound echoed above Qingshan Town, but it turned and drove towards the restaurant.
There were shouts and shouts.
However, the steady carriage did not stop at the teahouse, but continued along the stone path of the square.
"I understand, the Sword God is going to Huajianlou."
Someone in the restaurant exclaimed.
Huajianlou is one of the best restaurants in Qingshan Town, facing the Qingshan Mountains. It is famous for its elegance and quietness during leisure time. It is the favorite place of countless dignitaries and practitioners.
The monk who made the sound did not guess wrong. The carriage moved forward slowly, and then really stopped slowly in front of Huajianlou.
Then a plain white wrist on the car curtain opened the car curtain, and two girls came out.
The leader is calm and quiet, obviously a little older, while the girl behind him is more delicate and still childish.
Both of them wore the same snow-white plain skirt, tied by a slender belt, revealing their delicate figures.
Especially the woman at the front, with willow eyebrows and eyes like clear springs.
Everyone in the restaurant held their breath, as if they saw the elegant snow lotus standing proudly on the cliff in the wind and snow.
"It's really, really beautiful."
The young man in brocade clothes who saw his face was stunned for a moment, sighed, then opened his lips slightly and murmured to himself. "She is so beautiful. If she really takes her home, my old man would be so happy that he would wake up laughing even in his sleep..."
Just as the young man in brocade finished speaking, the cold girl in charge suddenly frowned and glanced far away in this direction.
For an instant, Shen Xiu next to him felt as if his chest was slightly suffocated, and he felt a strong breath coming towards his face, like a needle prick.
Looking at the girl's eyes again, there seemed to be streams of radiant sword light flowing in them, making it impossible to look directly at them.
The young man in brocade took a step back and paused.
At this moment, the skirt around the girl's waist moved slightly, as if a breeze was blowing, and then a stream of light rushed towards her.
Bah.
An almost invisible stream of light, spanning a distance of more than ten feet, flashed past the young man in brocade clothes opposite Chen Xiu.
