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Xu Qingzhi couldn't help but think of himself. Old Wang had said that he had already eliminated his' illness' that day. In that case, was it also possible for him to practice martial arts?

Old Wang immediately understood when he saw Xu Qingzhi's suddenly bright eyes. After all, at such an age, who wouldn't be full of dreams? But having said that, this little brat and the Mo Clan's little girl were both good sword practitioners. However, the Mo Clan's little girl had already obtained the approval of the Mo Clan's 9th sword. It could be said that she was favored by the heavens.

This kid from the Xu family was different. Originally, he could not be considered a good material for martial arts, but now he had obtained Wang Mingyang's sword seed. It could only be said that fortune and misfortune were mutually dependent on each other. Moreover, this kid had always been weak. When he first heard that he could practice swordsmanship, he would definitely be overjoyed.

"Kid, do you want to learn the sword?"

The sunlight shone through the window of the inn onto the young man's delicate face. The bowl of wine and a cup of tea sat together on the table. The young man slightly raised his head, but his eyes slowly became firm.

"I want to learn the spear!"

"..."

This was the most infuriating day in Wang Jing's life. He had never thought that he, as one of the ten great grandmasters, would finally accept two disciples, but one wanted to learn the spear while the other wanted to obtain a saber. If the people of the world were to know that his past Karakorum Sword League swordsmanship would one day not accept a disciple, they would probably be laughed out loud.

Xu Qingzhi, you're still the best. I called Yan-Er out to take a look around the night market of this Yin-Yang City, but she refused. Not only that, she also held back Chen Zixi and Blackie, who were supposed to agree.

Mo Yunchang did not think about what was going on in Old Wang's mind right now. She had wanted to visit the largest city in the Northern Lands since long ago. On the other side of her hometown, Fringe City was a desolate and sandy place. Only now did she find out that although the Northern Lands didn't have the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, the yellow sand of the sunset and the smoke of the northern desert shook her heart.

Nowadays, they also heard about the Lantern Festival, which was specially held for the native examinees. Presumably, this Northern culture was also quite cute.

"I say, Xu Qingzhi, I heard that today's Lantern Festival is both a festival and an exchange of pointers to those who are rushing to take the exam. I wonder if you are interested in displaying your skills?"

Seeing the hopeful and encouraging look on his face, it did not seem like he was asking Xu Qing if he wanted to participate. However, the young man acted as if he did not hear him. He did not say anything as he walked. Xu Qing had been thinking about what Old Wang would say in the afternoon.

Old Wang did his best to persuade him of the benefits of learning the sword as well as that swordsman's elegance. However, Xu Qing always had no good feelings towards Wang Mingyang that they were discussing, and even lost interest in the path of the sword. In addition, the image of a general in a white robe and silver helmet hovered in his mind as he entered the city.

"I'm talking to you! "Xu Qingzhi!"

This time, not only Xu Qingzhi, but even Old Wang who was behind him was shocked. The surrounding people looked at this young girl with pigtails with a strange expression in their eyes. However, Mo Yunchang did not care about the gazes of others. She stared fiercely at Xu Qinghui like a little tiger.

"En..." What did you just say? "

"You …"

The little girl was momentarily stifled. With a pout, she turned around and walked away in a huff.

Old Wang watched as Xu Qinzhi chased after him. It was good when he was young. What did that term mean? Yes, carefree, ha-ha, carefree ah.

"Mo Yunchang, okay, okay, I was really thinking about something very confusing just now, I'm very sorry I didn't hear your words."

The little girl looked at the slightly breathless youth in front of her and suddenly realized that she had also taught others a lesson. Right, being a good teacher was a good character.

"Then tell me, I'll give you some pointers."

The little girl patted her chest, full of confidence as she spoke.

Unknowingly, the two of them had already arrived at the end of the long street where the Lantern Festival was held. People gradually increased in number. Xu Qinghui looked at Mo Yunchang. The youth discovered that the little girl's current proud and confident expression was somewhat hazy under the lantern light at the end of the street. He shook his head and began to voice out his confusion.

"It's like this, Old Wang told me that I now have Wang Mingyang's Netherworld Sword Seed, although I have not cultivated any internal energy yet, I already possess one of the best sword intent in the world. If I were to cultivate the way of the sword, sooner or later I would definitely become a great master in the way of the sword." "Xu Qingzhi paused for a moment. But I don't want to learn the sword."

"Good!" You have ambition! "As expected of my friend, so much so that he passed on to me."

Mo Yunchang abruptly patted Xu Qingzhi's shoulder. Because she was shorter than him by half a head, her movements were surprisingly somewhat comical. Don't listen to Old Wang's nonsense, especially a man. How could he not have his own ideals and walk his own path? Let others talk about it. Look, I, your father, have always said that I was born with the ability to cause Jiu Jiu's Trembling Sword to recognize me as its master. I was born with a sword embryo, but I don't want to learn that elegant sword technique. I want to become a swordsman. "

"Xu Qinzhi, do you know what a swordsman is?" The reason why there is no turning back when one holds the saber in one's hand. The swordsman that I envy, is either one with unparalleled swordsmanship or one with unparalleled strength. If the swordsman fails, then the person will not be able to return! This is the real swordsman. "

The little girl proudly raised her head, as if she was already the greatest swordsman in the world.

"But, you know you can't beat him …"

"Idiot, you know you can't beat him, but you still want to run? Are you stupid?"

Xu Qing was actually unable to respond to these words. Fortunately, the young lady's gaze was quickly attracted by the long line of lanterns that was reflected in her eyes. She quickly pulled Xu Qingzhi into the long street.

Old Zhiyun: "On the 12th day of the year before the fall, the long street lights, court ladies, blooming flowers, swing, singing Dadan." He then said, "There is no night for vulgarity today. The scholars view the moon and the wind, and the people and pavilions are painted on …" "To compete in lanterns."

From this, it could be seen that the northern lands attached great importance to the scholar class. The future generations had calculated that the number of excellent poems that came out during the Lantern Festival was one third of the number of poems that would be spread throughout the centuries later.

Under every lantern was a small piece of paper. On top of each piece of paper, there were either the top couplets of the pair or half a line of poetry. There were even some puzzles that people could not understand. All kinds of things were very lively.

As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature, and there is no second place in martial arts. The lanterns that were set up during the festival provided a platform for the scholars participating in the competition to compare with each other. Moreover, the matter of winning or losing wouldn't lose any face because of this order. It wouldn't be enough to deal with a bowl of wine. When he was happy, he would drink wine, but when he drank, he would exude a sense of brilliance.