"It smells so good."
Old Huang swallowed unconsciously.
"Don't move. Let's discuss how to divide it first.”
The little beggar wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Young Master, I caught both of them.”
"I should get more," Old Huang argued.”
"I was the one who came up with the idea."
"I should be the one getting more."”
"And they were coming at me.”
"I should get more."
The two of them could not argue. In the end, they could only choose to split it equally, one for each person. In the end, they argued again.
"I want this one."
The beggar named Old Huang pointed at one of them and was about to reach out to take it, but the little beggar reached out and opened it.
"No, just a little bigger."
"You want this one."
The old beggar was not convinced." You're mistaken. Yours is only a little bigger."”
In the end, it was Old Huang who had a quick wit and blurted out,"Young Master, the dog is here."
The little beggar instinctively wanted to run away, but by the time he reacted, the crow was already in Old Yellow's mouth.
He could only reluctantly pick up the other one and eat it in big mouthfuls.
"So comfortable."
The two beggars who were eating meat lay beside the fire and rested for a while.
"At this time, it would be great if there were two taels of yellow wine.”
"It's best if there's a big bed."
"There are two maids to warm the bed."”
After resting for an hour, the two of them continued their journey. They walked through the barren mountains in the heavy snow and strong winds.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the sky was hazy and gray. As far as the eye could see, there were endless mountain ranges.
Where is the trace of human habitation?
"It's over. We have to spend the night in the mountains again tonight.”
The little beggar sighed.
Suddenly, he saw a tree in the distance from the corner of his eye.
There were a few scattered red lanterns hanging on it.
"Old Huang, we're almost there. It's the persimmon tree.”
The little beggar was overjoyed. He threw down the wooden stick in his hand and ran towards the persimmon tree.
"Young Master, slow down."
The beggar, Old Huang, followed behind and hurriedly reminded him.
"I'm fine."
The little beggar didn't think much of it. He took three steps forward. When he was thirty to fifty feet away from the persimmon tree, he couldn't control his joy and quickened his pace.
At this moment, Old Yellow caught up. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly and he shouted,"Young Master, be careful. Don't touch that tree.”
The little beggar's hand had already reached out towards the persimmon on the tree.
He let out a painful groan, and then quickly retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
"Young Master, are you alright?"
Old Huang stepped forward with a worried expression.
The little beggar raised his hand. He did not know when, but a crack had appeared on his palm, like a red line.
It pierced through half of his palm.
"Fortunately, it's only a superficial wound.”
The little beggar still had lingering fear. When he looked at the red persimmons on the tree again, his eyes were filled with fear.
"What cut my hand?”
He was puzzled.
"If I'm not mistaken,"
The beggar called Old Huang had a solemn expression."It should be Sword Qi."
"Sword Qi?"
The little beggar found it hard to believe.
"Yes."
Old Huang nodded.
"How did you know?"
The little beggar suddenly looked at the old beggar suspiciously.
"I heard it from someone else." Old Huang chuckled.”
The little beggar did not suspect anything. He picked up a wooden stick from the ground and carefully poked it at the persimmon on the tree.
Just as the wooden stick was about to approach the tree, it suddenly broke from the tip. The cut was smooth and flat, like a mirror.
"Hiss!"
Both the young beggar and the old beggar gasped at the same time. The young beggar was just surprised, but the old beggar was a powerful swordsman.
He was even more aware of how terrifying this invisible sword qi was, and how terrifying the cultivation of the person who could leave behind such a terrifying sword qi must be.
"Looks like there's another powerful sword expert in the world.”
Old Huang sighed in his heart.
"Old Huang, do you think that this is really something that humans can do?”
The little beggar gulped.
"Probably."
Old Huang scratched his head." I once heard them say that a swordsman who has cultivated the Tao of the sword to a high level can cut off rivers and mountains with a casual slash. They can also leave behind invisible sword Qi that won't dissipate for days, months, or even decades.”
"Young Master, look around."
The little beggar lowered his head and realized that there were some rotten bones under the persimmon tree. Most of them were birds.
It was probably going to peck at the persimmons on this tree and then be killed by the invisible sword qi contained within.
"Old Huang, should we take a detour?”
The little beggar looked around guiltily.
"I don't think so. These bones have been here for some time. Maybe a swordsman passed by here.”
Old Huang shook his head.
The two of them continued to walk forward. In front of them was a steep slope. When the old beggar and the young beggar climbed to the top of the slope, their expressions froze at the same time. Their bodies froze as they stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
There were no ferocious beasts or man-eating Shura Yakshas. There was only a smooth slope in front of him.
It was several thousand feet long, like a mirror.
Strangely, no matter how strong the snowstorm was, as long as it floated above, it would immediately melt.
In the valley not far away, there was a fallen mountain peak, as well as countless ferocious sword marks and gravel of different sizes.
"Gulp."
long time
Only then did the little beggar come back to his senses and said with difficulty,""Old Yellow, do you think this place used to be a mountain?”
"Should be…"
"Probably." Old Yellow's Adam's apple trembled.”
"Then how did this mountain end up there?”
The little beggar pointed at the top of the mountain in the valley and said.
"Should be... It should have fallen down from the strong wind.”
Old Huang sounded uncertain.
"Why do I feel like this mountain was cut off by a sword?”
The shock in the little beggar's eyes could not be concealed."It's at least two to three thousand feet. Who could have cut this mountain in half with a single sword strike?”
"Isn't this cultivation too terrifying?”
"He's definitely a Zongshi realm expert, or even a Celestial Phenomenon Realm martial grandmaster.”
Vajra, Finger Xuan, and Celestial Phenomenon were Grandmasters. As long as one stepped into these three realms, they would have the qualifications to establish a sect and be the ancestor of the sect.
"Also, look at the hideous sword marks left around the valley. They are all thousands of feet long and dozens of feet deep.”
" Almost half of the valley was razed to the ground by someone's sword energy," the little beggar said excitedly." When did such a powerful swordsman appear in the world?"”
The little beggar was just there to watch the show, while Old Yellow, a sword expert, was there to watch the show.
It would not be easy for him to slice through a mountain that was three thousand feet tall, let alone create such a smooth mirror.
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