[Sword Three] [Tao Sword] Sword Edge

Ye Rong drew his sword out of its sheath and looked at it in the sunlight. The silver-white sword was covered with scars, and a fine line stretched obliquely from the hilt, with jagged traces.

Jiang Li poured the bottles and cans on the table onto the wound, firmly fixed them, and pushed the door open.

A piece of peach blossoms and flowing water came into view, Ye Rong stood in the center of the courtyard, and the spring of Baling Peach Hill was brilliant, and he was bathed in the sun.

Returning the sword into its sheath, the young man in brocade clothes shook his head and smiled, "This sword will break after a few days of use. I'll replace it with a new one for you."

As he spoke, he sized up Jiang Li, who was standing in the corridor, with a clear blue Taoist robe half-draped over his body, and the plain snow was mottled brightly with blood.

Ye Rong sighed, and threw the sword back to him: "Next time you come, don't dress so ostentatiously, as if you wish everyone in the Valley of the Wicked would beat you up."

The young Taoist priest who came here after being chased all the way flicked his sleeves, and said flatly: "There is nothing wrong with this. If people don't offend me, I won't offend others."

"Well, the two of you are in the same boat, so it doesn't seem bad if you can cut a few more." Ye Rong returned to the room with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder, "but I think you can't get the money to mend clothes soon." get up."

Jiang Li's cloud was calm and breezy, and quickly froze: "The superiors have said that money will be distributed soon."

"So that's it," Ye Rong's voice came from the room, "Then, let's return the accounts of the first two swords."

After he finished speaking, he burst out laughing, took out a brand new wrong jade long sword and went out, Jiang Li was staring at him.

The two had only met each other a few times, but they were inexplicably familiar. Ye Rong knew that he was not really angry, so he smiled and handed him the new sword.

As soon as Jiang Lizi took it, light shone in his plain eyes, and he murmured: "Good sword..."

"It should," Ye Rong said proudly, "Try it and see if it suits you."

Jiang Li looked at him and walked quickly to the courtyard.

The wind was rustling, the young man was dressed in Taoist robes, his brows were black in the sun, his concentration was like a torch, and the three-foot green sharp edge in his hand seemed to be broken by a long geng, and the courtyard was full of sword aura.

****

The two first met in June last year.

Nanpingshan Haoqi camp was in an emergency, Jiang Li was transferred from the Kunlun station to support, and was ambushed and attacked halfway. When he broke into Baling, his teammates were already separated.

Without a sword, Jiang Li had no way to retreat from the enemy. In desperation, he could only exchange for a bad sword. But the blade of the sword was fragile, and the edge of the sword was even more dull. After fighting hard for the whole afternoon, he was finally defeated. He was besieged by the villains on the misty beach .

This time he was in a desperate situation, and suddenly he heard someone greet him from a distance.

I don't know when a young man in golden clothes and jade crown stood on the head of the mist beach. After he shouted, he met Jiang Li's eyes, waved his hand lightly, and threw a sword.

Jiang Li didn't even think about it, soared into the sky, took the sword in his hand in mid-air, and unsheathed it, the sword light suddenly shone, and even his eyes lit up.

——A rare good sword.

Jiang Li got a sharp weapon, and there was an unavoidable fight on the beach. He was already injured, so he simply broke the boat and defeated the enemy's siege in one go.

The young man in gold did not make a move from the beginning to the end, but just stood on the beach and watched his every move, as if fascinated.

Until all the villains fled in embarrassment, Jiang Li almost couldn't stand still. He wanted to follow his benefactor and say thank you, but he couldn't find the direction in a trance, and suddenly he was held by a hand. Seeing a handsome face in the haze, the man smiled at him:

"The Daoist of the Haoqi League, it seems that you are going to Nanping Mountain, and you won't last long if you go there like this. Why don't you go to my place first."

Just as Jiang Li was about to resign, he had already passed out.

Later, I learned that the young man's name was Ye Rong, and he belonged to the Ye family who lived in the West Lake hidden sword. Now he lived alone in Taoqiu, Baling, and seemed to enjoy making swords. The sword he lent to Jiang Li was written by himself.

Jiang Li was a little surprised when he heard it at first. The Tibetan Sword Ye family is one of the four great aristocratic families, and the children in the village are connected with each other. Ye Rong lives here alone at a young age, and he always feels that there is something else hidden.

But meeting by chance, he doesn't want to ask more about other people's secrets.

After staying in Taoqiu for a few days, Jiang Li's injuries were mostly healed, and the two became friends. Jiang Li wanted to return the sword when he was leaving, but Ye Rong was very generous. He said that he would get a new sword in the future. .

****

In the courtyard, Jiang Li danced with a set of sword skills, and then she calmly closed her posture. The sword intent was like snow in early winter, returning to the Yuan, the green bamboos were broken in the pass, and the peach blossoms rained one after another.

Ye Rong clapped his hands repeatedly in the corridor, and smiled contentedly: "Sure enough, it's best to give you the sword."

Jiang Li just stood silently.

Ye Rong was surprised and said: "You have a big appetite, aren't you satisfied with this sword?"

Jiang Li said sadly, "Sooner or later it will still be broken."

The sword is very good, but Jiang Li has always had a big trouble with the sword. The same sword will be destroyed faster in his hands than in other people's hands.

Perhaps it was because the battles at Nanping Mountain were becoming more and more intense, and even the best sword could not withstand his daily wear and tear, and he felt sorry and even more regretful that Ye Rong's sword was ruined one after another.

Ye Rong couldn't help laughing: "Whatever won't break, it's better to put it on the wall for you to use."

In the half-light and half-darkness of the corridor, the young man's handsome features are reflected, frank and frank, without a trace of dissatisfaction, on the contrary, he is somewhat comfortable.

Jiang Li hesitated to speak, he really wanted to take the initiative to say something, but he was not good at words, especially when facing Ye Rong, he was afraid that thanking Ye Rong would be too much, and asking private matters was afraid of presumptuousness, so he just stood there stiffly and kept looking at Ye Rong. With Ye Rong.

"How's the battle going on at Nanping Mountain recently? Stay overnight if you're not busy," Ye Rong was able to bring up the topic, and he asked while rummaging in a corner of the corridor, "Unfortunately, these two days are Qingming, there is not much oil in the food, you just make do with it?"

Jiang Li returned to the corridor, absent-mindedly said: "Okay."

****

Looking back now, since the first time we saw each other, their second meeting was a few months later.

The bamboo in Baling has been growing green for many years. Ye Rong swept away the dead leaves in the courtyard, and saw a white figure wandering around in the bamboo forest for a long time, and finally came up with his head down.

Jiang Li was a little guilty, and her tone was very reserved: "The sword is broken, how much should I pay, I'll give it to you."

Ye Rong was surprised and surprised, firstly because not many people used his sword in a few months, and secondly because he didn't feel angry at all.

He thought about it, found a better sword from the room, and gave it to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was greatly surprised, holding the sword in his hand and stood there for a while, but shook his head and declined.

"You don't want it?" Ye Rong was at a loss, "Why not?"

Jiang Li has a well-behaved personality, and immediately said solemnly: "I will not owe others favors for no reason."

Ye Rong seemed very strange: "We are friends, I'm very happy if you can come, is this okay?"

Jiang Li was stunned.

"I stay here alone, and I can find something to do, anyway, it's good, you don't have to worry about it," Ye Rong blinked, and smiled lightly, "Come to me when you use up your sword in the future. New, not a penny."

Jiang Li was fascinated by his smile.

This person lived a leisurely life, but seemed to have a sense of loneliness, even he himself didn't notice it.

The spring of the second year after that was the third sword.

——It is the handle now.

****

Jiang Li woke up from his sleep, only to realize that he was not in the Nanping Mountain resident.

The window was soaked in blue ink, and there was a faint patter of spring rain. Ye Rong sat on the side, staring at him with bright eyes: "You slept so lightly, I just got up just now."

Jiang Li was about to sit up, but Ye Rong waved his hand: "You sleep in your bed, it's not yet dawn."

Jiang Li was half asleep and half awake, and vaguely heard Ye Rong say, "I won't be back until noon at the latest. If you want to leave at dawn, please lock the door for me."

Jiang Li responded in a low voice.

There is only one small bed in Ye Rong's residence, and the two of them can only squeeze each other to make do, the other half is the warm smell, Jiang Li stretched his body, turned over and fell asleep.

When Jiang Li woke up, the light rain had just stopped in the morning, and there were a few shallow puddles on the ground, inside and outside the courtyard, all over the place red.

Walking around inside and outside, there are light colors everywhere, and he didn't see that golden figure, just now he remembered what he said at dawn.

There were two wooden drawers covered on the table in the room, and when they were opened, there was a plate of red bean paste green balls and a bowl of peach blossom porridge.

Ye Rong has a lot of time every day. He can learn what he wants to learn very well. For example, sword casting is one of them, and cooking is the second.Jiang Li finished his porridge, packed his bags and walked out of the yard. Just as he was about to lock himself, he accidentally glanced down at Taoqiu. There were no people in the empty mountain, and the green bamboo forest was quiet and deep. .

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, then retreated back into the house in a strange way, and listened intently, only the wind blowing and running water could be heard, and no human voice could be heard.

This place is as quiet as a world away, and once in a while, it's refreshing, but if it takes a long time, it will be torture.

However, Ye Rong never seemed to leave.

Just as he was thinking, someone slowly entered the yard, Jiang Li looked out the window, Ye Rong put down the things in his hand, looked around, smiled and sighed, leaned his back on the stone roller in the yard, looked up look at the sky.

It seemed that misty water vapor drifted into his eyes, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, changed to a more comfortable position, and leaned there motionless, lost in thought.

Feeling that he would stay like this for a whole day, Jiang Li pushed the door and walked out.

Ye Rong didn't expect that there were still people there, so he was taken aback.

His shoes were wet with dew, and the snow-white package around him was loose, and there was wet new mud on a small shovel, and the small wine jar that had been unsealed with mud was tied with a brand new white rope.

Jiang Li said in a daze, "Go..."

... Tomb sweeping?

"Yes," Ye Rong looked at him in surprise, "I thought you had already left."

He probably drank some wine, although he was not too drunk, his cheeks were already a little red, wet from the wind, but his eyes were clear, with the usual happy smile.

When their eyes met, Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat, he took half a step back, lowered his head blankly, and looked at himself.

Ye Rong asked curiously, "Stay here for lunch?"

Jiang Li shook his head: "No, I'm leaving."

"Well," Ye Rong didn't see the ups and downs of his friend's mood, but still smiled, "The next time we meet, it will probably be at the end of the year."

****

Nanping Mountain Grassland maple forest, one side is towering mountains, one side is a big river, Haoqi camp is located in the middle.

The five people in the northwest corner formed a self-contained team. Counting it, it has been several years. From Kunlun to Nanping, they have escaped several times. It was Li Yan, a general of Tiance Mansion, and Jiang Li was one of the remaining four teammates.

As long as the five of them are on the front line, they are almost inseparable. Jiang Li has already been noticed by a few people when he goes back and forth, but once or twice is enough. By the third time, they finally discovered a pattern-this whole day is like a stranger. The nearby Daoist Xiao Jiang disappeared mysteriously for a few days, and when he came back, he would always change to a brand new long sword, and he was stunned for a while. The wind has become lighter, especially when charging on the river beach and returning from the blood bath, the plain robe, snow sword and red red flowers can be said to be holding a sword and straddling and swinging a ghost rain, and the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe.

This is not a change of sword, it is clearly married to a new wife.

In his spare time, the camp was full of gags from left to right, and Jiang Li sat alone in a corner, polishing Mrs. Jiang until she was shining, and no flaws could be found up and down, so she felt relieved.

He took care of his wife, and no one dared to disturb him. After taking care of him, everyone pushed and pushed him. Jiang Li raised his head in a daze, and was surrounded by three teammates:

"Xiao Jiang, tell me, where did your good swords come from?"

Amei who spoke was a little girl, with rouge and sword dance, and she spoke like pearls falling on a jade plate, with a high air.

Jiang Li said: "Friend."

Ah Mei couldn't let it go, she hurriedly asked, "Where are your friends?"

Jiang Li said: "Hangjian Villa."

The only Ye family present was immediately ridiculed by everyone, who blamed him for not getting us some good swords.

Ye Feisan suddenly became unhappy: "He bought it for you?"

Jiang Li looked at him: "He hit it himself."

Ye Feisan was ridiculed again, blaming him for not being able to wield a good sword.

"Why do I have so much effort? Don't I work hard with you every day?" Ye Feisan rolled up his sleeves angrily, "Which generation? What's your name?"

Jiang Li glanced at the crowd, they waited for him to speak, but he closed his eyes and got up.

Now the two of them are not happy anymore. They say half of what they say and keep half of it. If there are good things they don't share with everyone, this is treason.

Jiang Li opened his eyes: "There is a surprise attack at night, so we all go back to recharge our batteries."

So the pot exploded, one big and one small jumped up and wanted to make gestures with him twice, to see if he needed to recharge his batteries, but Jiang Li didn't respond for a long time, and the two suddenly started jumping with each other for some reason, to compare who was better Need to recharge your batteries.

Jiang Li got used to being in the crowd of crazy people, so he closed his eyes again.

Amei and Young Master Ye were about to fight, and the third person chanted quietly: "Amitabha, if Donor Jiang doesn't tell you, he probably swallowed the money from his hair and saved it to buy a sword for himself."

A monk didn't have good morals, Jiang Li hadn't had time to open his eyes when an iron shell squeezed over his neck.

Choked to cough again and again, Jiang Li saw Li Yan's face at a glance, the man maintained this not-so-serious posture, and sighed kindly: "Xiao Jiang, the tip of my gun has been changed several times, and I didn't take advantage of it." .”

Jiang Li said: "Oh."

Li Yan waited for a while, then sighed exaggeratedly: "It seems that you really married a wife."

Ye Feisan jumped out of the battle and said, "Who is it!"

Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, then said, "No."

The insinuation didn't work, Li Yan was silent for a while, and said: "I heard that this month, the finances of the higher-ups are extremely tight."

There was a moment of silence inside and outside the tent.

Jiang Li was silent for a while, then said, "Ye Rong."

The crowd gathered around again, the Taoist master stood like a green pine for ten years, the little girl and Young Master Ye winked at Li Yan and gave Li Yan a thumbs-up, and finally Ye Feisan was kicked twice, Li Yan asked: "Ye Rong, do you recognize me?" Recognize it?"

Even Jiang Li raised his head to look at him.

Ye Feisan thought for a long time, then shook his head and said: "People of my generation have vague impressions, but he didn't live in the villa later, and I haven't seen him since."

Amai asked curiously, "Don't you live in your villa? Could it be that you were expelled from the house?"

Ye Jiesan shook his head again: "No, expulsion from the clan is a big deal, and if there is one by chance, it will go crazy in private."

Jiang Li looked calm, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Let's get down to business," Li Yan didn't give him a chance to breathe, "Xiao Jiang, I need a better gun head."

Amei blinked: "I have used this pair of swords for many years."

Ye Feisan was eager to try: "I have wanted to learn how to forge swords since I was a child!"

The Taoist master said: "Amitabha, I will live and die with you, advance and retreat together."

Jiang Li said: "Oh."

Ye Fei said three times, you are pretending to be stupid!Amedao, people who pretend to be stupid are puppies!Dao Ming Dao, Amitabha Buddha, sins and sins.

Only the boss smiled kindly, he was not in a hurry, the future will be long.

Turns out, the boss is the boss after all.

Jiang Li originally thought that he would go to Baling to see Ye Rong when he had time later, but his teammates kept a close eye on him, but he didn't know why, he didn't want Ye Rong to be known by others, even if these were his teammates who had been with him all day long.

The days in the station passed quickly, there were endless things to do, endless battles to fight, spring passed, summer passed, and autumn water also fell.

It wasn't until the first snow fell by the riverside that Jiang Li finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He really wanted to go to Taoqiu again, and according to his mood, his sword finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Li Yan has three tails, and every two days, he greets him: "Xiao Jiang, when are we going?"

Not "you", but "we".

Even though Jiang Li had all sorts of reluctance, he just kept it in his heart and kept his mouth shut all day long, but one day, he still had to give in.