Xu Qiuling is 30% sickly and 70% beautiful. Standing in the night, she looks like a relegated fairy.

When Bai Su saw Xu Qiuling's beauty, she was astonished and secretly laughed at herself.

Mr. Zhou has such a beautiful wife, how could he touch such an ugly woman? I really overthink it...

"Bai Su, the slave, has met Mrs. Zhou. It's getting late today, so I'll see you another day."

Bai Su bowed again and left.

Xu Qiuling's eyes were also shining. If Bai Su was a few years younger, her appearance might not be much inferior to hers. After returning the gift, she looked at Bai Su and then looked at Ning Fan's hand-held egg. Xu Qiuling chuckled, which was inexplicably funny.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You are laughing at Demon Zhou, who is carrying a basket of eggs...if any monks outside the sea looked at you like this, I don't know how many of them would be shocked."

…

In Gusu City, there was a rumor that a young man named Zhou bought a haunted house. After some heated discussions, it was gradually forgotten.

And the people near the haunted house gradually became familiar with Ning Fan.

They knew that there was something strange about this family. During the day, Ning Fan would sit in the yard, open the door, and focus on looking at the sword.

In the evening, Ning Fan will go boating on the Su River in Suzhou with a peerless beauty.

However, no one knew that Ning Fan had a nightlife, which was to treat Xu Qiuling's wounds with fragrant medicinal baths all night long.

Many rumors indicate that Ning Fan is a swordsman, but no one has ever seen him use a sword.

The children gradually stopped teasing Ning Fan. Only the small stones seemed to come every day. Ning Fan looked at the sword, and he also looked at the sword, as if he wanted to learn something secretly.

"Uncle Zhou, are you really not a swordsman? Tell me, and I promise not to tell mother!" Xiao Shitou begged.

"No..." Ning Fan told the truth, he was indeed not a swordsman.

Every time at this moment, the little stone would show a look of disappointment.

And when night comes, Bai Su will definitely come, take away the pebbles, and occasionally prepare some food and wine for Ning Fan to eat.

As a result, the rumors about Ning Fan gradually reduced to his reputation as a romantic and lustful person.

During the day, he hooked up with the blacksmith's widow, and at night, he went boating with the beauty. These reputations all fell on Ning Fan.

For Ning Fan, reputation is just a cloud, but for Bai Su, once a reputation is stained, it will be difficult to clean it up.

Whether she was going to Suhe to wash clothes or selling cloth at the market, she would always be criticized.

No one believed Ren Baisu, no matter how she explained it. She thought about never stepping into Ning Fan's house again just to let Xiao Shitou learn the sword. She gritted her teeth and endured the stigma.

"Is this my mother..." Ning Fan closed his eyes and said words that Xiao Shitou couldn't understand.

A month later, Ning Fan seemed to have some enlightenment from the sharp sword, put away the sharp sword, and then took out a soft crape myrtle sword.

This sword is also a low-grade magic weapon. Compared with the sharp sword, it has less strength but more treacherous moves.

"Uncle Zhou, don't you care about sharp swords anymore? What about soft swords? They're so soft, can they kill people in a fight..." Xiao Shitou asked in confusion.

"Of course..."

Ning Fan casually shook his soft sword. The rockery in the courtyard shattered into pieces after a scoff of sword light!

Xiao Shitou was stunned. This was the first time he saw Ning Fan take action with his own eyes.

A ray of sword energy chopped the three-person-high rockery into pieces in the air. This was an incredible feat!

"Uncle Zhou, you, you lied to me, you are obviously a swordsman!" Xiao Shitou said excitedly, and he was even more determined to learn swordsmanship from Ning Fan.

"I'm not lying to you. I am indeed not a swordsman. You have good qualifications. Maybe one day you will follow my path and understand my words."

Ning Fan shook his head and laughed. He did not use any magic power in that sword blow, nor did he use his ordinary martial arts power. He just imagined the sword energy in his heart, and the sword energy condensed.

This is the prototype of Sword Intent!

In the first month, Ning Fan only looked at sharp swords.

In the second month, Ning Fan only looked at Ruanjian.

The way of a sharp sword is to be sharp and fierce and invincible.

The way of a soft sword lies in being cunning and changeable, soft yet difficult to deal with.

In the third month, Ning Fan took out more than a hundred low-grade flying swords, stood in front of the small stone, and blew a breath. The swords suddenly burned with black fire. In just a moment, they were calcined by the black fire into a three-handed sword.

An epee that is as long as a foot and as heavy as a rock!

Xiao Shitou was stunned. He felt that Uncle Zhou might not really be a swordsman, but the legendary swordsman.

He became more and more obsessed with swordsmanship, and in the end, he stayed at Ning Fan's house all day long, unable to drag him away. Bai Su had to spend a lot of effort every time to take this silly boy away.

The weather began to turn cold. In the fourth month, it snowed heavily in Gusu. The thatched house of Xiao Shitou's family was crushed by the wind and snow. At the invitation of Xu Qiuling, Bai Su took her children to live in Ning Fan's village.

Ning Fan robbed the five elders, and his family had a mountain of money, so there was no need for Bai Su to show up and make money again.

She was too embarrassed to accept favors from others, so she took over all the household affairs in the village. Xu Qiuling no longer rested during the day, her complexion became more and more rosy, and she was with Bai Su every day, loving her sister.

In the fourth month, Ning Fan broke off a peach tree in the courtyard and carved out a wooden sword.

Xiao Shitou didn't understand at all.

A sharp sword is sharp, a soft sword is treacherous, and a heavy sword is heavy. What are the advantages of a wooden sword?

Can a wooden sword cut people? Can it kill enemies?

If it were possible, wouldn't everyone have a wooden sword and dare to charge into battle during a war?

Outside the mansion, Xiao Shitou didn't even look at the lively scene of the No. 1 scholar parading through the streets.

People laugh at him for being obsessed with swords, and he laughs at people who live in fame and wealth, work hard, speak immaturely, and yet are old-fashioned.

"So what if I'm the number one scholar? How can the success of the imperial examination be as satisfying as a sword?"

In Gusu City, Zhao Dashan, who was over eighty years old, married a beautiful concubine who was only thirteen years old. Many villagers came to watch, but Xiao Shitou did not even look at the procession to welcome the bride.

People laugh at him for being obsessed with swords, and he laughs at people for being obsessed with wine and sex.

"Drink, sex and wealth are all illusions. A sword in your hand is the truth!"

Xiao Shitou is still a mortal, but under the influence of Ning Fan, his heart is almost filled with swords.

As long as his experience increases in the future, he will be able to become a peerless swordsman with a sword in his hand, and it will be difficult to defeat him.

In the immortal world, the void can be shattered and the waves can turn over the clouds!

He has the qualifications!

Ning Fan gradually stopped walking with the wooden sword in his hand. Even if he danced the wooden sword, it would stir up smoke and dust.

It's a state where there are no tricks to win, but it's not enough...

In the fifth month, Ning Fan had no sword in his hand and turned his fingers into a sword.

An invisible temperament condensed in Ning Fan. There was only one last step left before it could be revealed.

Xiao Shitou's eyes were fiery. When he saw Ning Fan flicking his finger and using his sword, a 30,000-kilogram boulder was shattered. At that moment, Xiao Shitou's heart felt like a kind of fanaticism...

He wants to become a swordsman!

"Uncle Zhou, I want to become a swordsman, can you be my master?"

Snap!

Xiao Shitou knelt in front of Ning Fan, but Ning Fan just smiled and shook his head.

"Your sword skills may not be weaker than mine. If you become my disciple, I will make a mistake. You only need to remember my five-month sword mastery process. With this understanding, one person, one sword, will challenge the world along the way.

Swordsman. Finally one day, you will find your own way of swordsmanship."

"You are too young now. You only have swords in your eyes and no life. This is not enough... Gusu is a good place. Get along well with your mother and be filial to her. These are two pills. You and your mother should take them each.

One pill can extend your life for hundreds of years. This book is a swordsmanship guide that will lead you on the path of cultivation. But I have a request. If your swordsmanship is not invincible, you cannot open this book!"

"When one day, you seek defeat in the world but are invincible, you can open this technique and enter the world of cultivation. This will be a brand new world with more challenges that will satisfy you!"

Ning Fan's eyes swept over Gusu. He had been detained here for five months and it was time to leave. The money and the house were all left to the little stone. Along with the sharp sword, soft sword, heavy sword, and wooden sword that he had learned swords from.

, also left to him one by one.

Picking up Xu Qiuling, Ning Fan took one step forward and turned into a sword light and disappeared out of thin air.

Xiao Shitou was dumbfounded by this scene, while Bai Su felt a trace of sadness for no reason.

"Master Zhou is gone... It turns out that he is not a mortal. It turns out that there really are immortals in this world..."

A great sense of loss came over my heart, which I couldn't explain or understand.

Bai Su didn't know what he was feeling, so he just sighed softly,

"That's fine..."

…

With a flash of sword light, Ning Fan took Xu Qiuling in his arms and stepped out of the island into the sea. Ninety thousand feet below the deep sea, he waved his sword light and opened up the sea water, leaving a waterless space.

After five months of convalescence, Xu Qiuling's gold energy has recovered 90%.
To be continued...