My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 38: Small Town Immortal Tomb

The young man called Lin Jianyi smiled faintly: "It's just two mountain ghost coins. I will introduce you to a big deal later!"

The old man smiled playfully: "When did you, Lin Jianyi, become so generous? Why? Did you get rich? You don't look like it."

Lin Jianyi waved his hand and said, "I didn't get rich, but I got a little bit of luck. Later on, two people from the demon tribe may need you to arrange a job for them. As for the reward, we will eat half and leave the other half for them."

The old man's eyes suddenly gleamed and he said, "You are so shameless! But I am very optimistic about you, old man!"

After the old man finished speaking, he pushed the fence open a little, just enough for one person to pass through. When Xu Zhian walked through the fence, the old man said calmly: "There are only a bunch of poor people in this town. When will some rich people come?"

Xu Zhian was walking in the town. The streets were mostly made of rocks and were uneven. They were covered with winter frost and were a little slippery. If he was not careful, he might fall and get injured.

Perhaps because of their poor living conditions, almost everyone in the town wears thick straw sandals with thorny soles that provide excellent grip.

The young man named Lin Jianyi said to Xu Zhian behind him: "This town is called Xianrenfen. According to legend, six thousand years ago, when the world here changed drastically, the remains of an immortal were buried in the mountains here. In order to commemorate the merits of the immortal, people in later generations settled here and multiplied."

Xu Zhian said calmly: "Then is this place under the jurisdiction of the mortal world or a place outside the world?"

The young man stopped and looked at the steamed bun shop on the side of the road.

"Fan Lao Er, give me a tray of buns."

Lin Jian quickly changed his words when he saw the young man next to him.

"Let's have two drawers."

After the two of them sat down, the young man said, "This land is a little special. According to the mortal world, it belongs to the East Sea Kingdom. According to the outside world, it belongs to the Seven Heroes Mountain. But according to the actual ownership, it belongs to the local people, and there are hidden families behind it. Of course, these three forces cannot interfere with the people in the town. In short, no one dares to do bad things in this town because they will offend all the people and forces."

Xu Zhian was a little confused at first, but nodded out of habit. Looking at the steaming buns, he felt a little hungry for a moment.

The young man looked at Lin Jianyi who was eating voraciously and asked curiously, "How far is it from here to Jianya?"

Lin Jianyi wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Not far away, there is a small hill behind the town. Once you climb over that hill, you will see an iron chain bridge. The other end of the bridge is Xianren Peak, and that is Jianya."

Xu Zhian breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch the mountain ghost money around his neck. Suddenly, a jar of spring thunder fell on the table. The young man pushed the wine in front of the young man and said, "Thank you!"

Lin Jianyi was not polite and put the wine jar away. At this time, when the owner of the bun shop saw the pot of Spring Thunder, his eyes lit up and he was extremely greedy!

The young man was eating a bun. Seeing the shopkeeper always looking at him, Xu Zhian smiled faintly and said, "Uncle, do you like wine?"

The shopkeeper blushed and nodded, a little embarrassed, "Young man, do you have any wine left? I want to buy a jar to warm my old man."

Xu Zhian hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, just consider it as my payment for the buns this time!"

After that, he placed another jar of Spring Thunder on the table. Seeing this, the shopkeeper nodded and thanked him: "Young man, just for this jar of wine, I won't charge you for eating buns here in the future!"

The young man shook his head and said, "It's whatever the price is."

Lin Jianyi joked, "If I were you, I would definitely agree. With this jar of wine, I can spend a cold winter comfortably in this small town and have a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner."

After the shopkeeper hid the wine jar, he also lifted up his clothes and sat in front of the table and said, "Young man, in this town from now on, you must never show your wine. Although no one dares to do anything to you, it is still very troublesome if they pester you and don't let you leave."

After finishing his bun, Xu Zhian asked in confusion, "Uncle, isn't there anyone selling alcohol in this town?"

The shopkeeper said sternly, "There is a proverb in the town: Don't let wine enter the graves of immortals. Because of this proverb, there are no wine shops in the town, and naturally there is no wine to sell. The town is remote, and there is not much grain to make wine. Although you can bring wine in from outside, I advise you to drink it up as soon as possible, otherwise it will become bland and tasteless in three days at most, just like water."

The boy became even more confused after hearing this: "So, there is a shortage of wine in this town?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly: "I can count the number of times I drink here throughout the year."

Lin Jianyi said calmly, "Fan Lao Er, are you not going to do business today? If your wife sees you slacking off like this, aren't you afraid that she will peel off a layer of your skin?"

The shopkeeper chuckled after hearing this and said, "If that woman saw me getting a jar of good wine for the old man, she might even praise me. How could she hit me?"

The shopkeeper stood up, patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Eat buns from me from now on, as much as you want!"

After the shopkeeper had finished speaking, he continued to do his work, humming a little tune, and it seemed that he was in a much better mood than before.

Xu Zhian had a frown on his face, and it hadn't been relaxed since he entered the town. The seemingly ordinary town revealed something extraordinary everywhere. He wondered what the scene would be like at Jianya.

At this time, three figures walked in front of the stall. The one in front was an old man guarding the vine fence, and the two behind him were the demon men who wanted to kill him before.

The three of them walked along the street into an ironware shop. Xu Zhian turned to look at Lin Jian and asked, "Can the demons come into this town?"

Lin Jianyi looked at me like an idiot and said, "You've seen it all, and you're still asking me? Xu Zhian, sometimes I'm really curious, is there something wrong with the soil and water in your hometown?"

The young man said calmly: "Except for the bad people's hearts, the soil and water are fine."

Lin Jianyi said calmly: "I think it's more than just human nature, right?"

The young man stared at Xu Zhian's head and shook his head, "Let's go."

The warm sun gradually rose, and the coldness in the world seemed to subside a little.

Xu Zhian looked at the sloppy young man walking in front of him and became more and more confused.

The town's ancient legends and the intricate affiliations of power, as well as the unusual people of the town and the strange phenomenon that alcohol cannot be found in the tombs of immortals, add a touch of fantasy to Xu Zhian's trip to Jianya.

The two soon reached the outskirts of the town, and a dilapidated courtyard with a fence appeared in their sight.

Opening the gate, the young man looked at the half-man-high dead grass in the yard and the vines climbing all over the house and said lightly.

"I, Lin Jianyi, am back again!"

Xu Zhian did not step into the yard, but stood at the door and looked towards the hill that the young man pointed to, which was the direction of Jianya. He said calmly, "I'm leaving. If you don't have wine in the next few days, come to Jianya to find me."

The young man did not try to persuade her to stay, but said nonchalantly: "It is not a wise decision to go into the mountains at this time of year. Besides, although the boots on your feet look good, they are not suitable for you. You should go to the town and buy a pair of straw sandals, which are both warm and non-slip."

Xu Zhian nodded, turned around and went back to the town.

Lin Jianyi looked at the young man's back and murmured, "After so many years, someone is actually willing to be friends with me, Lin Jianyi."

Xu Zhian returned to the town and bought two pairs of straw sandals at a straw sandal shop. After putting them on, he headed straight for the hill.

After the boy left, the old man in the straw sandal shop looked at his back and smiled: "Jianya, there will be another dead body."

Xu Zhian could not hear a word of the old man's whispering. The young man slowly walked into the hill facing the rising sun.

The mountain road is much flatter than the road in the small town, and it seems to be regularly repaired, so it is very easy to climb.

The hills are bleak in winter, and the yellow dry grass makes a rustling sound when stepped on by straw sandals.

It only took Xu Zhian half a man to reach the iron chain bridge that Lin Jianyi mentioned.

There was a patch of fog beneath the iron bridge, and I didn't know how deep it was. There was also fog at the end of the iron bridge, and the true appearance of Mount Lu could not be seen.

The young man stepped onto the cable bridge, and the rattling sound of the iron chains echoed throughout the valley, giving people the illusion of having entered a fairyland and riding on the clouds.

Xu Zhian looked at the thin mist under his feet and for the first time felt the desire to become a god.

The cable bridge was not very long. Half an incense stick later, Xu Zhian reached the other side. The view here was suddenly clear and there was no fog at all, as if an air mask had suddenly formed, isolating all the fog.

Xu Zhian took a step forward, and the sharp sword energy here instantly washed over the young man's body. Although it was only the outermost part, it still caused considerable trouble to Xu Zhian.

This was the first time that the young man felt such a domineering sword energy. It was completely different from the sword energy used by his senior brother before.

Xu Zhian carefully felt the impact of the sword energy. At this moment, the black sword trembled, and it automatically came out of its sheath and blocked in front of Xu Zhian.

"Let go of everything! From now on, you will practice sword energy here, and transform your own spiritual power into sword energy. From now on, you only need to prove your truth with the sword."

As this sudden voice sounded, a white shadow appeared next to the young man.

Xu Zhian was startled: "Brother, can you come out?"

The man replied: "I can always come out, but it will affect me after I come out."

Xu Zhian looked at the hillside in front of him and asked, "Is this Jianya?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, and said with a hint of sadness: "This is Jianya. The sword energy here has existed for six thousand years. It is the holy land for sword cultivators in this world!"

Xu Zhian was shocked and asked, "Six thousand years?"

The young man in white smiled faintly and said, "Yes, six thousand years. From now on, you should comprehend the sword energy well."

Then he pointed to the top of the cliff in the distance and said, "You should build a hut there before the snow blocks the mountain."

Xu Zhian looked in the direction where Lan Ruyu pointed, swallowed his saliva and asked, "The top of the cliff?"

The young man in white joked, "Why, are you scared?"

Xu Zhian frowned and said with determination: "A swordsman is fearless and will not stop until he dies!"

Lan Ruyu nodded, and her figure gradually disappeared.

Xu Zhian walked slowly towards the top of the cliff. Every time he got closer to the top, the sword energy would become more powerful. The young man did not dare to be careless. He sat cross-legged on the ground, using the sword formula as a guide to transform his own spiritual power into sword energy.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sword energy around the young man continued to surge, giving people a mysterious feeling.

When Xu Zhian was sweating profusely and frowning, the black sword trembled and pulled the young man out of the sword energy.

Xu Zhian looked at the cliff top which was still very far away and smiled helplessly.

This is probably all we can do today. Xu Zhian knows that one cannot chew too much.

So he got up and found a small cave in the forest. It was already afternoon and the temperature in the forest was dropping rapidly.

Xu Zhian arrived at the cable bridge and found that the fog had dissipated. Looking at the scene at the bottom of the valley, he found it hard to accept for a moment. It should have been above the sky, but the cable bridge turned out to be just the waistline connecting two mountains.

Xu Zhian found some water and firewood in the forest, and then hurried back to the cave.

Xu Zhian lit the firewood, and the cave suddenly became bright.

The young man simply ate something, drank a few sips of spring thunder to warm his body, and then began to practice sword in the cave.

After entering the second floor, the young man felt that the speed of practicing this sword technique had slowed down a lot.

It is recorded in the sword fighting method that after the second floor, the master will know the sword momentum, and when the momentum is established, the qi will come out. The sword energy and sword momentum complement each other.

After Xu Zhian swung the sword a hundred times, he clearly felt that the sword's light was much stronger than before.

This aroused the boy's desire for sword energy again. Thinking of the graceful swordplay of his senior brother, Xu Zhian clenched his fists slightly.

The next day, the sword energy on the top of the cliff was still there, and the young man was still there. His sweaty face was filled with desire for sword energy and his unwillingness to succumb to the environment.

On this day, several sword cultivators from other places came to the town one after another. They were dressed in green robes and were very arrogant. They wandered around the town for most of the day, which aroused the wrath of both God and people.

At first glance, this group of people are obviously the children of some sects. They don't look like they are traveling around the world. Instead, they are just like the young masters of wealthy families, who only come to explore mountains and rivers, drink and have fun.

"Bah! What a crap sword cultivator! I, Fan Lao Er, have never seen such a useless sword cultivator. How dare you come to this Sword Cliff Holy Land? The world is really going downhill!"

The owner of the bun shop cursed at the men's backs.

The plump woman at the side pointed at the man and cursed: "You are a rough man who only cares about trivial matters. How can you understand what immortal bones are? Even if he is a loser, he is still a loser with a lot of money. He is more promising than you, a loser who can only sell buns!"

The man's face turned red from being scolded, but he didn't dare to confront the woman directly. He could only smile foolishly and said, "Even if I am a loser, I still married a beautiful woman. They are so weak and arrogant that they dare to say that our town is a barren place. With their bodies, I don't think they can even take good care of their own women, and they are still imitating others to practice swords. How shameless!"

When the woman heard the man say this, her originally unyielding mouth softened by three points: "That's right! You are only good at making babies. If I didn't think you were good at that, I wouldn't marry you for your cowardly look of being unable to even fart after three kicks!"