Bold Witch, Don’T Hurt My Husband

Chapter 269 The flowers are blooming on the road, you can return home slowly

Originally, Xia Fan and Xiao Fengshan were joking with each other, but the next second, there was a tremor in the void, and a heart-stopping energy spread, making everyone's brains go blank, their bodies could not move, and their mouths could not speak. , was frozen in place.

The entire Xiongguan land became audible in an instant, the shouts of killing disappeared, and no one knew what happened.

Xia Fan and Xia Fan were also frozen in place. As the iron sword fell and the Sword Intent was hesitating, the two finally regained consciousness, but their bodies were still unable to move.

And Xia Fan saw that a Sword Intent hanging three inches between his eyebrows spread out instantly, covering him.

The scenery in front of him turned upside down in an instant, the pass behind him disappeared, and the people around him disappeared. The whole world turned into pure white. When the fog dispersed, Xia Fan found himself standing on a mountain peak.

As the fog gradually dissipated, a familiar human figure appeared on the cliff ahead.

As the consciousness gradually came in, the figure in front of me also became clear. He was a little old man in coarse linen clothes, with a strand of black hair on his temples and a cane in his hand. The moment he stood there, he gave people a sense of withering. .

"senior?"

Seeing the predecessors clearly, Xia Fan couldn't help but said in surprise.

The person in front of him was Old Man Cui. He didn't have much energy to return to his true self, and he didn't have much of a young swordsman. He was a little stooped and not tall. He was the same as when they first met in Shicheng. If I hadn't told him, I would have thought he was this person. Just an ordinary little old man.

Hearing his voice, the person in front turned around slowly. It was Cui Yong. He looked at Xia Fan with a smile in his eyes:

"Boy, old man, I'm back!"

In response, Xia Fan couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised: "Senior, are you okay? I thought you were..."

Halfway through her words, Xia Fan stopped quickly. After all, it is not good to curse someone to death in person.

The old man in front of me shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I'm dead. I'm really dead this time. It's just a trace of obsession. Come back and see you, kid!"

Hearing this, Xia Fan was suddenly startled, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Don't look like you're going to die. I'll kill the Five Thrones with my sword. Congratulations. It's meaningless. I just want to have a drink with you!"

After saying that, Old Man Cui waved his arm, and a wine jar flew out and landed directly in his hand, and then a wine gourd appeared in his hand.

"Congratulations, senior, you are so powerful!"

Xia Fan didn't think much, picked up the wine jar and stepped forward to touch it with Old Man Cui, and then the two drank heavily.

"The sword is not properly worn, and you are already in the world when you go out. The wine is still warm, and you don't know what is going on when you enter."

"I think back when I was young, I drank wine and talked about fame, wealth, and swordsmanship. It was mostly useless. If you are expensive, you are expensive, if you are poor, you are poor, and if you are weak, you are weak."

"There are all kinds of good and evil. Although we are on the edge of each other in this world, since we have raised a toast, why not drink?" Old Man Cui's eyes were a little blurred, and he was telling his own story.

It's just that this story has no characters or plot, only the original feeling, which is joyful and unrestrained.

Xia Fan didn't understand, but still didn't speak. He knew that the person in front of him was just a ray of obsession. Although he didn't know why his senior had a ray of obsession to come back to find him, it was still good to meet him again.

The happiest thing in life is to meet again after a long separation and to find something lost again.

"Boy, let me ask you again, why do you hold the sword?"

Someone asked him this question when he was at Cloud Sea Academy, and his answer at that time was, 'I am willing to use the sword in my hand to level the injustices in the world, kill all the tigers, wolves, and children, and protect the peace of my family and country! ’

But at that time, if someone made his family uneasy, he would draw his sword and make the country uneasy.

In other words, there is not so much righteousness in his sword, but only his own desires. Even now, he has never wavered.

Hearing this, Xia Fan responded softly: "Of course I have to hold a sword and stand in front of the person I care about. If I can't, then I would rather not hold a sword in this life!"

After hearing his words, Old Cui couldn't help but pause, chuckled for a long time, threw out the crutch in his hand, and Xia Fan subconsciously reached out to take it.

"senior."

"Everyone is dead, what's the use of keeping the sword? I heard you said that your kid's sword is broken. I give this to you. Just think of it as a wedding gift for you and Liu Wawa! Old man, I have nothing. All that’s left is this sword.”

"Be united forever and have a son soon!"

Old Man Cui said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, the crutch exploded violently, and a Sword Intent appeared, flying up and down his body.

Wedding gift, after listening to these words, Xia Fan opened his mouth, but suddenly found that nothing could be said. The last time someone wished him a wedding, it was Lou Qingxue.

It is strange to say that everyone who wishes him a happy wedding is a dying person, as if there is some kind of curse.

Cui Yong had heard that Concubine Liu Shi was getting married when he just came out of seclusion half a year ago. If nothing else, Concubine Liu was the youngest among them, and the most important thing was that she had the same surname as Old Man Cui's lover.

So when his time was running out, he happened to come across Liu Shifei's marriage. The old man kept this event in mind and thought about leaving a gift for the two of them.

But he was alone and had nothing to offer. Apart from his cultivation, it seemed that he really had nothing else he could offer.

It just so happened that when he met Xia Fan, he found that his sword was broken, which is why he said that he would give his sword to him.

In other words, this is a wedding gift that has been prepared for a long time, and it is the last thought of this old man.

After a long time, Xia Fan finally said no words of rejection and bowed and saluted: "Thank you, senior!"

Hearing this, Cui Yong shook his head and said softly:

"Remember, pick up my sword and don't weaken the old man's reputation as the sword king!"

"Junior, please remember this!"

"By the way, if you have time, go back to Qingluan Peak of Ten Thousand Sword Mountain for me. Help me send this back and bury it under the jujube tree on the edge of Dongya. That would be great!"

While he was talking, a hairpin appeared out of thin air. It was a silver hairpin. It was not luxurious. Even the workmanship was rough. Many of the edges and carvings on it had been smoothed away. It was obvious that this hairpin was often played with. in hand.

Having said this, Old Man Cui's figure glowed with fluorescence and began to slowly dissipate.

"Senior!" Seeing this, Xia Fan quickly exclaimed.

Hearing this, Cui Yong chuckled, patted his shoulder and said: "It's okay, I really have to go this time. Boy, the road ahead is long, don't panic, hold on to Liu Wawa's hand, don't be like the old man and me. , in the end I can only look at the silver hairpin to see things and miss people!"

After that, he sighed, as if he had put down something on his mind, and turned to look towards the edge. The surrounding white mist dispersed, revealing the whole scene. Not far from the two of them, a leafy jujube tree exuded vitality. Under the tree, a beautiful figure sat on a stone chair with his back to the two of them.

"Boy, I am over two thousand years old this year, and I have reached the edge of my life. I have to wash away the filth of these two thousand years and go home!"

"In the past ten years, I have been very clear that I am going home soon. When I think about it, my heart is as calm as water. I welcome every day peacefully, live every day well, and then prepare to go home!"

After saying this, a breeze rose from the mountains and blew past their faces. Cui Yong felt a little comfortable, but Xia Fan felt shocked.

He had never thought that someone could face his own death so calmly and freely, and he was even more shocked by the news in Old Man Cui's heart that no one had ever heard before.

"Boy, remember to send the hairpin back for me!"

"remembered!"

As he spoke, Cui Yong, who had a dim figure, strode forward towards the jujube tree. With every step he took, his face became younger. When he came under the jujube tree, he had returned to his youthful appearance.

With starry eyebrows and sword eyes, a tall and straight figure, wearing a white robe and carrying a long sword on his back, he is nothing more than a young man in the world.

"As a young man, walk slowly, and you will arrive soon; in my hometown, there are flowers blooming on the streets, and you can return home slowly."

With a soft murmur, Xia Fan looked up at the jujube tree in the distance, and saw young Cui Yong stepping forward and grabbing the woman's arm. The two of them did not look back, and then they turned into fluorescent light and disappeared into the air.

This was a ray of obsession of Cui Yong. The disappearance of the last ray of obsession means that the last trace of him in this world is gone. This great swordsman with the ultimate swordsmanship in the world left with regret.

He didn't go back until the end, he didn't go home at the end. After thousands of years of sitting there, he was covered in filth. He wanted to cleanse himself before going back, but there was no body. The only thing left was probably a silver hairpin. .

In an instant, the mountain peaks, the white mist, the jujube trees, the stone table, everything disappeared with Cui Yong's last ray of obsession.

When Xia Fan opened her eyes again, she found that her right hand was holding a wine jar, while her left hand was holding a silver hairpin.

The surrounding city walls reappeared, and the strong smell of blood came. Old Cui's iron sword was inserted into the ground in front of him, and everything came back.

"Even if there are flowers and a moon, it's a waste without wine and no one."

Raising his right arm, the familiar sweet-scented osmanthus wine poured out from the wine jar. The last mouthful of amber fell with the moonlight. The sweet-scented osmanthus wine that originally represented lovesickness suddenly had a different flavor.

This smell is called - loneliness!

It was what he felt in Old Man Cui. He was so lonely that before leaving, he actually came to chat with him, a person he had just met.

Only then did he understand that life is a lonely journey. At the beginning, he added more and more things, and later he would subtract, until the last thing was the most important thing in his life. thing.

At this point, the wine jar shattered with a snap. After Old Man Cui gave up his cultivation, life, goals, wine, and even the most important sword for swordsmanship, the only thing he still held firmly in his hand was this Root silver hairpin.

What is the ultimate swordsmanship, what is the best in the world, what is the safety of the human world and the righteousness of the world, in the end, the thing that I can't let go of the most is the same person from the beginning.

If he were asked to choose again, he would definitely choose not to hold the sword.

Because the hand holding the sword couldn't hold her hand.

(end of this chapter)