I have inherited the supreme Taoism

In the small house, the old village chief leaned on the bed, pinched a peanut with his hand and put it into his mouth. He took another sip of wine, smacked his lips twice, and started to check his household registration.

"Xiao Chen, how old are you this year?"

"Where does your family live?"

"Who are there in the family?"

"How much is your income?"

"Do you like dad or mom?"

......

Chen Xuan felt a little disgusted by this series of questions, but considering that he was going to stay at someone else's house tonight, he could only answer them patiently.

"Junior just turned sixteen this year!"

"I live in the Imperial City, my parents are still alive, and I have two older brothers."

"The income is enough to live on."

......

The old village chief clicked his tongue after hearing this.

"It's not bad. He lives in the Imperial City. He is also a rich man. I think he is a good match for my granddaughter, haha."

After hearing this, Chen Xuan quickly waved his hand, "Village Chief, I am still young and want to pursue martial arts."

"Hahaha, I won't tease you anymore."

...

Just like this on the small table, Chen Xuan and the old village chief were asking and answering questions, and the relationship between them was slightly closer. You drank one glass and I drank another...

After three rounds of drinking, the old man's face was slightly red and he was a little drunk.

The village chief stretched himself up a little, stared at Chen Xuan with a pair of turbid old eyes, and pondered for a moment.

"Xiao Chen, I don't think you look like a swordsman. Why are you going to Tianjian State?"

"And Tianjian State is mainly about swords. If you go in with a knife, you will be kicked out. If not, you may have your hands and feet broken and thrown out."

After speaking, the village chief looked at Chen Xuan with a playful smile, then picked up the wine jar and tried to pour a glass of wine, but after shaking it for a few times, no drops of wine came out.

He tossed the wine jar, stood up, and walked towards the back room with his hands behind his back, "Oh, there's no more wine, old man, I'm going to bed."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan quickly took out several jars of the shabu-shabu knives he had taken from his eldest brother last time, opened the lid of one jar, and stretched out his hand to pull the village chief's sleeve, "Senior, how can we drink this?" Where, I still have wine here, let’s drink some more, Ang, drink some more.”

The aroma of wine suddenly spread out. The village chief shook his red rosacea and sat back with a smile. He hugged several jars of wine into his arms, and then picked up the unsealed jar of wine, carefully Pour yourself a cup.

"Oh, you are so polite!"

"Hmm~ good wine!"

Chen Xuan cursed secretly, this old village chief is really an alcoholic!

But he still offered a glass of wine to the village chief and said respectfully.

"Senior, please drink well. If the wine is not enough, just tell me."

Chen Xuan smiled and admitted.

"It's true that this junior has never practiced swordsmanship. Senior is really very discerning!"

Then he added, "I just came out to travel and gain my own knowledge. Can't Tianjian State have room for an ordinary warrior?"

At the same time, I couldn't help but feel worried. The old man in front of me must not be simple, and he was also a little worried about his itinerary.

"Oh~ It looks like this!"

The old village chief pinched his beard.

"Generally, warriors who do not use swords will be discriminated against and suppressed at most, and receive the lowest level of treatment. I am afraid they are not even as good as beggars who use swords, but..."

"but what!"

Chen Xuan quickly asked.

"Once you draw a sword on the street in Tianjian State, it will be a provocation to the sword wielder, and everyone will besiege you."

"There are only two outcomes in the end, either death, or fighting out of Tianjian State and being banned from entering for life."

Chen Xuan panicked, picked up the wine jar, filled the empty wine glass in front of the village chief, and asked.

"Then does senior have any solution?"

After putting down the wine jar, he took out a few bottles of spiritual wine that had been treasured by the royal family for decades and handed them over.

The village chief lowered his eyebrows and accepted the gift from Chen Xuan without leaving any trace.

"Easy to talk to, old man, I like to help others solve problems the most."

"Do you know why our village is called Sword Soul Village?"

The village chief slowly moved closer to Chen Xuan, took a sip of wine, and asked mysteriously.

"Forget it, you're a foreigner, you can't possibly know even if you think about it."

Chen Xuan was about to say something, but he was blocked by the village chief and could only listen quietly.

The old village chief began to slowly tell the story.

"Thousands of years ago, the demons brought trouble to the world. This place called Tianjian State, oh, it seems that there was no Tianjian State at that time. I can't remember whether it was called Sword City or something. Anyway, it was here that an invincible sword cultivator came out. "

"According to legend, his cultivation level was not high, and he was probably just a Martial King. However, he only held a sword and went to the demons. He fought bloody battles for nine days and nine nights, and finally killed nine demon emperors. Half of the sky was dyed red with blood. It rained blood for several days, and the space around the battlefield was filled with sharp sword energy for a long time. Under the king's realm, anyone who touches it will die."

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder and louder, until he slowly stopped at the end of the story and took a sip of strong wine to soothe his throat.

Only then did Chen Xuan have the opportunity to interject and ask.

"What happened later? What was the outcome of that battle? That senior..."

The village chief's cloudy eyes showed a sad look, his voice was trembling, and he continued to tell the story softly.

"In that battle, the demons lost nine emperor-level warriors, and their strength was even less than ten. Naturally, they were slowly annihilated by the human clan warriors in the end."

"The invincible sword cultivator disappeared after killing the nine demon kings. Only a broken sword fell down. The place where the broken sword is located is in a pit not far behind the Sword Soul Village."

"A pit?"

Chen Xuan was a little confused.

"What does that have to do with the name Sword Soul Village?"

The village chief rubbed his mustache and said with a smile, "Haha, you didn't know this, but something strange happened after the broken sword fell."

"After the sword fell, it created a big crater. It was stained with demon blood, so it would make a soul-stirring demon sound at night. At the same time, the broken sword would make a sword sound. People of the older generation said that It is the immortal sword soul that is still suppressing the demon, so our village is named Sword Soul Village for this reason."

"After the war, people had respect for the senior sword cultivator. They collected the swords of many heroes who fell in the battle with the demons and buried them together. The pit was also called the Ten Thousand Swords Burial."

"If you don't have a sword, you can go over there and have a look, but you have to be careful that the sword energy there is still very dangerous."

After saying that, the village chief looked at the hourglass on the side and saw that it was almost empty. He quickly put down the wine glass, hid Chen Xuan's wine, and went back to the house to sleep. Only Chen Xuan, who had just finished listening to the story, was still pondering over it at the table.

boom!

There was a loud noise and the wooden door was kicked open.

Accompanying this loud noise was a shout.

"Damn old man, are you drinking secretly again? I smelled the smell of alcohol in your house at the entrance of the village."

The first thing that caught Chen Xuan's eyes was a pair of snow-white thighs, and then he saw a woman with a hot figure, wearing a red leather armor, which highlighted her beauty, and behind her was a heavy weight. The sword shows the heroic spirit.

How could a sixteen-year-old boy stand this kind of stimulation? He felt a rush of blood rush to his forehead.

Chen Xuan looked at her and smiled, tacitly wiping the nosebleed...