I practice ruthless way

Snow Peak.

In the courtyard where Qu Hanxing and Rong Yuan lived, Qu Hanxing was stuffing the secrets of scriptures, food, pills, magic tools, and sword manuals into Qiankun Jie. Rong Yuan stood by and looked at him, helplessly. Persuasion: "Senior Brother, Master said, you can't leave Xueyi Peak if you don't reach Taixuan Realm."

It has been a few days since Yan Wushu threw Qu Hanxing back to Xueyi Peak with one sleeve. He is here, he can see the scenery outside through the restriction, but he is not allowed to go out, and he feels uncomfortable all over.

"What if I can't make it all my life?" Qu Hanxing snorted softly, very dissatisfied with Yan Wushu's decision.

"This..." Rong Yuan was taken aback by Qu Hanxing's words, and after a while, he said to Qu Hanxing in an encouraging tone: "I believe in Master's vision."

Qu Hanxing put the last spare sword into the Qiankun ring, turned around, put his hands on Rong Yuan's shoulders, and said solemnly: "Junior brother, I have a hunch that something big will happen down the mountain in the near future."

Rong Yuan's tone became serious: "Senior brother's realm is not very high, if something big happens, going down the mountain will only delay you?"

"Junior brother, there is a famous saying in Gushan, which says that the realm is created. I am on this mountain, and I can only fight with the wind, flowers, rain, and moon all day long. How can I improve my realm?"

"Senior Brother, our Xueyi Peak's restriction is that you can't help but enter, once you go out, you can't go back if you want to come back." Rong Yuan said.

"..." This time Qu Hanxing was speechless for a moment, but after a while, he thought of a solution: "Then I have to ask Master to let me go into the mountain."

Qu Hanxing's tone was quite firm, Rong Yuan looked at him for a while, then took half a step back, shook his head and said: "Forget it, brother is in Yuanyuan Realm, I'm just keeping one, we are a big difference in realm, brother wants to leave, I can't stop it. "

"When I come back, I'll bring you special products." Qu Hanxing laughed immediately, shook Rong Yuan twice, grabbed the Que Xie sword on the sword stand, and walked towards the door.

Thinking about his senior brother's preference for picking up souvenirs in secular towns, Rong Yuan immediately said: "There is no need to talk about it."

"How can we not use the story book?" Qu Hanxing said loudly, "It is a must-have thing for cultivating sentiment! Cultivating sentiment! Soothe the mood!"

After Qu Hanxing finished speaking, he strode out of the room, walked into the courtyard, and walked out of the courtyard gate. Looking at his back from a distance, he always had a bad feeling.

Xiao Man wanted to see the world, but naturally he didn't want to see the world's wealth.

The war between the North and the South has broken out, and the junction is chaotic. How many people have been displaced, and how many people have lost their lives.

This battle was triggered by the death of the sword saint.

He died in the territory of Bei Cang, killing Yan Wushu, the second prince of Bei Cang, was not successful, but he was killed, wounding others first, which undoubtedly gave the Bei Kingdom an excellent excuse to fight.

Xiao Man didn't like to judge this.The Northern Kingdom has long wanted to go to war, and it will find an excuse to send troops as soon as the hidden danger of the South China Sea Sword Master is removed.Without Yan Wushu, the royal family of the Northern Kingdom would have sent other people to kill the sword sage, but Yan Wushu delayed this matter for ten years, which is considered to have bought ten years of stability and stability for the people of the two countries.

There was only one thing that bothered him. He talked with a few Yaogu disciples who were going out to practice in Biebeilou on the way, and decided to come to this northern border town with them. Unexpectedly, after half a day, Yan Wushu also followed up.

——In other words, Yan Wushu was always by his side, picking that day to show up.

This person is so clear that there is nothing far away from him, no matter where Xiao Man goes, he can find him quickly.What's more, there is still an opportunity between them, and they can't hide their direction.

Can't drive it away, can't shake it off, it really turned into a piece of brown sugar.

Several people rented a house in the east of the town. There are many vacant houses, which are basically used as medicine rooms. Yan Wushu wanted to live in, but Xiao Man refused.

Yan Wushu bought the opposite side and the left and right sides, and opened a shop each, selling books and paintings, selling preserved fruits and sugar water, and also fortune-telling.

The first few are sold at a low price. If you meet a student from a poor family, you can even give it away directly. When you feel better, you will even write a letter for someone else.As for fortune-telling, it is sky-high.

Naturally, no one came to him for divination and reckoning, but they yelled outside all day long, and the sound would always float over the courtyard wall and reach Xiao Man's ears.

Later, on a certain day, the painting and calligraphy shop flooded; on another day, the snack shop leaked rain; not long after, the divination room collapsed!

This person used this as an excuse to talk about those few unknown, but kind-hearted people, and he respected "Ling Guangjun", the number one hero in the world who was able to fight against the Taiqing Holy Realm when he was in the Taixuan Realm. The disciples of the medicine valley, who meant it, successfully came to their house.

Yan Wushu lived in a room alone, next to Xiao Man, and had three meals a day, with meals delivered to him, but he never bothered Xiao Man, only handed him water when he was thirsty, and brought a bed and chair when he was tired, bored Offer calligraphy and painting.

Of course, when Xiao Man encounters difficulties in his practice, he will speak out to explain his doubts.However, Xiao Man and Bie Beilou discussed more. Whenever this time, Yan Wushu would throw up his sleeves and go out to find Ah Tu.

It took him a while to find a spiritual herb that suits Ah Tu's taste, and he used it to tease him at night.Originally, Ah Tu slept in Xiao Man's room every night, but after that, he ran to find Yan Wushu at night and came back before dawn.

Yan Wushu lived here, he would chat with the young disciples of Yaogu, and joke with the ordinary people who came for consultation, but he never talked with Biebeilou.

Xiao Man found that he had deep hostility towards Bie Beilou, but Bie Beilou didn't take it seriously, so Xiao Man didn't bother to explain.

A month later, they changed places, and Yan Wushu continued to follow behind.Seeing the young disciples of Yaogu in the small town, Xiao Man and Bie Beilou didn't say anything about Yan Wushu's promise to let him live here, so they took the initiative to invite him to live with him.

Another month later, Yan Wushu went to another place with them.

Yan Wushu still does not talk to Bie Beilou, and Bie Beilou will not take the initiative to find him. These two people will only appear at the same time when Xiao Man is around.

Yan Wushu treated Xiao Man as before, hiding his aura, not disturbing Xiao Man, not making him angry.After a long time, Xiao Man gradually got used to Yan Wushu staying by his side like this.

Fast forward to July.

In midsummer, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the cicadas were hoarse.The war is still going on, and many happy family members have become homeless.

When Bie Beilou came back from seeing a doctor, he saw Xiao Man sitting under a tree in the courtyard, cutting bamboo into a flute, so he put down the medicine box and sat on the stone bench beside him.He looked at it for a while, then raised his head to glance at the sky, and asked, "There is still no news from the Dark Pavilion?"

"The star picker hasn't moved yet." Xiao Man held a delicate but sharp knife with his slender and white fingers, and said without raising his head as he skillfully cut off a piece of bamboo.

"All sects and sects are preparing to go to Kudan Mountain to participate in the Buddhist gathering." Bie Beilou said.

Xiao Man stopped moving his hands, raised his eyelids, and looked at Bie Beilou: "I think they will take advantage of this time to make a move."

At this moment, Yan Wushu came to the yard from the house, holding a slightly larger teacup in his hand, but the cup was not tea, but watermelon squeezed into juice. .

He handed the watermelon juice to Xiao Man, and said: "Gushan is on the way to Kudanshan, the letter asked us to meet up there."

Xiao Manping said "Yes", now he bears the title of disciple of Gushan, and he is the only disciple on Tingyun Peak. He is of the same generation as the master, so he should naturally attend such an occasion.

"When do you plan to leave?" Bie Beilou asked.

"Go early, make preparations early, let's do it today." Xiao Man replied after thinking for a while.

Bie Beilou got up: "I'll go prepare some pills for you."

Xiao Man looked at him: "Thank you."

Only Xiao Man and Yan Wushu were left in the yard, Xiao Man put the tea cup handed over by Yan Wushu aside, and continued to cut the bamboo in his hand.

Doing this kind of work is very reassuring.During the first period of time, Xiao Man completely ignored Yan Wushu by doing these things.

In three months, he learned how to carve, how to use wood to make chairs and stools, how to burn clay to make bowls, and recently, how to use bamboo to make flutes and flutes.

The sound holes on the bamboo pipe have been finished, Xiao Man cut off a section of the bamboo in his hand, and then smoothed the edge, and he is ready to play.

"Little Phoenix." Yan Wushu sat cross-legged in front of him and called softly.

Xiao Man said "hmm" again, but his tone rose, showing a bit of doubt.

"In the past few days, you have made two bamboo flutes." Yan Wushu said.

"Say it straight." Xiao Man raised his eyelids and glanced at Yan Wushu.

Yan Wushu rolled his eyes and smiled: "Can you give me one?"

"This is promised to the two little girls of Aunt Wang's family next door." Xiao Man tied a tassel on one end of the bamboo flute, got up after speaking, ignored Yan Wushu's begging, and walked out of the courtyard.

"Now it's really difficult to ask our little Phoenix for something." Yan Wushu followed behind him, three steps away, said quietly.

Xiao Man paused, turned around and asked him, "Are you asking for a beating?"

"You can fight if you want." Yan Wushu spread his hands and said.

Xiao Man looked back blankly.

Yan Wushu knocked on the head with a folding fan. In this world, Xiao Man may be the only one who can hit him if he wants to hit him, and he dare not fight back.

After delivering the bamboo flute, and taking some medicine from Biebeilou, Yan Wushu took Xiao Man to Kudan Mountain, and arrived in about half an hour.

The Buddhist gathering was held on Kudan Mountain, because all sects and sects would send people to attend, the mountain was extremely lively.The setting sun is falling towards the west mountain, dyeing the whole city red, the streets in the city are full of stalls, tourists are like knitting, and cars and horses are like dragons.

For the past three months, Xiao Man has seen all the devastated land and desolate towns. When he saw such a noisy and bustling street, he couldn't help but feel a sense of alienation from the world.

I don't know which stall is selling bells. The wind blows, and there is a burst of tinkling.Yan Wushu turned the folding fan in his hand, pointed to a certain place, and asked Xiao Man: "The cakes there are delicious, do you want to try it?"

Xiao Man didn't answer, but he didn't just leave and walked up to Kudan Mountain.

The wind blew over his robe, dyeing the plain white into a bright crimson color. He lost his breath, and walked step by step into the long street and into the crowd.

Yan Wushu recalled the scene when Xiao Man was in the market surrounded by Qu Hanxing and the others when he was in Shenjing City.

This time, it was his turn as if it had been a lifetime away.

The light of the day passes by inch by inch, the sun sets and the moon rises, and the stars light up in the sky.

The night is like water flowing through the streets, the wind blows and the trees beside the road are hung with red silk, and the river bank is crowded with men and women, talking and laughing, and letting go of the lanterns in their hands.Xiao Man stood in the distance, stared at them for a while, and continued on his way.

Yan Wushu followed behind Xiao Man, and looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.Today is, according to legend, the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet each other once a year, when magpies build a bridge, and lovers will finally get married.

He glanced at the person in front of him again.Others get married, but he still has a long way to go.