Jiang Yan's identity is mysterious and his work is unique. He comes and goes, and he is clean and neat without hesitation.

The two of them continued to set off until his figure disappeared into the desert.

Zhang Qiyu seemed to have been holding on to a question for a long time, and then asked: "Who is he you?"

"It should be my mother's old friend!" Qin Shaofu said: "I haven't been together for a long time, but I can be regarded as my master."

"You have found a good master!" Zhang Qiyu sighed: "I have been rampant in the Eastern Wilderness for so many years, but I have never seen anyone more knowledgeable than him. I have never felt so powerless in front of others."

Too strong... Qin Shaofu also had such a task. He thought Jiang Yan very strong again and again, but only then did he realize that the so-called strength he thought was still underestimating the other party.

"But it's only now!" Zhang Qiyu looked into the distance with a determined look on his face: "One day, I will have the strength to fight him in a dignified manner."

"Definitely!"

Qin Shaofu followed him smartly and then changed the topic and asked casually: "Senior, do you like eating fish very much? Or is your father very much like eating fish? So he named you Qiyu?"

"None of them!" Zhang Qiyu seemed to remember something, with a little sadness in his eyes, and shook his head and said, "My family is a fisherman, and my ancestors have been fishing for generations. When I was born, my father happened to catch seven fish in one net, so he named me Zhang Qiyu."

"Well……"

Qin Shaofu was stunned, but he didn't expect that it would be such an answer. He asked himself, at this moment, he just wanted to laugh, but to be honest, he didn't dare.

The most crazy man in the world, his name is so hasty. Fortunately, his father was not a sloppy Yexiang. If he happened to have a slight crush on the Qi family, he would probably have called Zhang Qixiang or Zhang Qidu...

"Didn't you expect that I was originally a fisherman?"

Zhang Qiyu suddenly started to laugh, and his smile was very bright, which made Qin Shaofu sigh in his heart. I am afraid that no one in the world except himself would have the chance to see this crazy husband laugh like this.

But for some reason, although Zhang Qiyu smiled brightly, Qin Shaofu saw layers of sadness in his eyes.

"I originally thought I would take my father's fishing boat and become a fisherman in Shu Kingdom, but unfortunately I had no choice but to do my life!"

Zhang Qiyu didn't know if he was stimulated, but Qin Shaofu didn't ask about the situation, so he actually talked about his past.

The young Zhang Qiyu is not as arrogant as he is now, nor is he as angry as he is now, and he will not have the current cultivation level.

He was just a descendant of an ordinary fisherman. He followed his father's boat to sea. Every day he thought about how to help his father catch more fish so that he could go back safely.

If you don’t compete for glory and wealth, you will be happy regardless of the major affairs of the world. If you can continue like this, it will be a good thing. Unfortunately, all this changed when he was fifteen years old.

There were many small countries in Shu, and it was not stable that day. When the war between the two countries affected the fishing village where he was located.

Overnight, the entire village died, and the soldiers of both countries did not regard this remote fishing village as their own people. The massacre was carried out at night.

Zhang Qiyu watched with his own eyes see his fellow villagers, his relatives and his family fall into the butcher's knife and pool of blood.

He thought he would die, but in the end he survived.

A powerful warrior passing by took action, holding a long sword in his hand, and killed all the soldiers with his extremely strong strength.

Hearing this, Qin Shaofu couldn't help asking, "Who is that person?"

If Zhang Qiyu can bear such a great kindness, that person will definitely be able to do so.

"A person from Shushan Sword Sect!"

"Shushan Sword Sect?" Qin Shaofu was stunned: "Then he..."

"He is dead!" Zhang Qiyu said lightly: "Die under the stupid rules of the Shushan Sword Sect!"

Qin Shaofu rationally did not continue to ask, and his intuition told him that Zhang Qiyu's sword creation immortal cliff might not be that simple, but the other party might not say it... If he wants to say it, he will definitely say it himself.

Zhang Qiyu looked at his hand and whispered: "Your master Jiang Yan said, I am not suitable for using a sword, the most suitable for me should be a knife!"

Qin Shaofu frowned, thought for a moment, and nodded: "I feel so too!"

Zhang Qiyu's swordsmanship is too fierce and domineering. The sword is a gentleman among soldiers and is not suitable for such a fighting method. Instead, the sword is very suitable and the big attack is launched.

Jiang Yan's eyes were so vicious that he could see at first glance.

But Zhang Qiyu shook his head: "He knows martial arts, but he doesn't understand people! That night, I never felt desperate, praying that someone could come to save the village. Whether it is a god or a demon, even if it is a scumbag, it's a pity that there is no one. That person appears until I'm about to die."

"That sword saved me, so now I only believe in the sword in my hand. If I don't use the sword, I will be ruined."

Qin Shaofu was stunned and then realized.

Zhang Qiyu's life was not as glorious as others. His past was miserable. He had no way to heaven and no way to the earth in the past. If it weren't for the lightning that struck him, he would have been no longer in the world.

The village was slaughtered, and he would definitely want to take revenge. If all the soldiers who took action died, then look for the country.

In those years, he had no one to help or rely on, and could only persevere.

Between life and death, all he could believe was the sword in his hand.

This is an obsession. If it is idealism, Zhang Qiyu has fallen into a devil's obstacle, and the sword is his only support.

It’s like a person who lives by holding his breath with an obsession. Once he gets rid of that obsession, he will be like dead.

I don’t know if there were too many words hidden in my heart and I couldn’t find the person to talk about, but Zhang Qiyu walked along the way and said.

Suddenly he was very sad and suddenly he was imaginative, and Qin Shaofu was stunned. He often wanted to interrupt, but he felt that the other party seemed to be doing something very important, so he kept listening to it like this.

By the time he passed through the desert, through the northern grassland, and was getting closer to the Jibei Plain, he had already heard of Zhang Qiyu's life.

Although I could hear that the other party deliberately concealed some, it was quite rich.

When he was about to enter the Jibei Plain, Zhang Qiyu suddenly stopped and looked at Qin Shaofu and said, "I won't be able to send you here!"

In an instant, Qin Shaofu finally understood why Zhang Qiyu was like this all the way. He was more convinced than talking.

It was not himself who convinced him, but himself, who persuaded him to practice the sword in his hand.

"It must make sense for him to say that I am suitable for the knife. You are using the knife, which is just right!"

Zhang Qiyu pulled out the long sword he picked up from somewhere on his waist: "I will demonstrate my martial arts to you, and I can see as much as I can. If one day, what you can get from it, then my swords will be considered a successor."
Chapter completed!