Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

A few days after the wedding banquet, Yan Zhi left with Mr. Chen.Before leaving, he gave Shen Ke a lot of advice, mainly teaching him how to catch a man's heart.Shen Ke listened with great interest, and forgot all about it when he turned his head.

Grab Xiao Daoluan's heart?

It would be better to grab his sword.

He decided to live in Praying Rain Town for a while longer. Watching Xiao Daoluan practice sword all day was not a way to relieve his boredom, so he dragged Xiao Daoluan around the town every now and then.

There are delicious and interesting things in the town, and they have tried almost all of them.Even the famous Zhuangyuan Restaurant has been eaten several times, and it has been smashed several times.

When Shen Ke smashed the scene, Xiao Daoluan stood aside with his hands behind his back and watched.He didn't know why, but he just saw that Shen Ke felt a little resentful.

Shen Ke is not a person who will make trouble unreasonably, he will make such unreasonable troubles purely to express his breath.

The news about Zhou Shiqing's high school back then was publicized by the shopkeeper of the restaurant so that everyone in the town knew about it.Later, he died of illness, but the people in the town knew nothing about it.Maybe the shopkeeper really didn't know, or maybe he knew it but didn't want to say it—after all, his restaurant has changed its name, and it would be unlucky for people to know that the number one scholar is dead—Shen Ke even settled the account On the shopkeeper's head.

Shen Ke stepped on the wooden table with one foot, and across half of the restaurant and shopkeeper yelling and cursing, his eyebrows were flying.Xiao Daoluan felt a little funny looking at it.Obviously he has a whole body of cultivation and can beat mortals to the point of begging for mercy with only the scabbard, but Shen Ke still only uses the method he is used to to "teach" others.

Rather than saying that he is bullying, it is better to say that he is making jokes.If the shopkeeper hadn't released a few strong men, it's not certain whether Shen Ke would draw his sword.

Without using sword energy, Shen Ke easily turned the Zhuangyuan Building upside down by relying on his nimble figure and ingenious ingenuity.

The shopkeeper looked at the mess on the ground and wanted to cry, "Young man, what exactly do you want..."

Shen Ke waved his hand and said proudly, "I don't like your signboard."

He went to the plaque with the words "Zhuangyuan Building" and chopped it in half with a sword.He raised his sword and dropped it so fast that the shopkeeper didn't even have time to shout out.

Shen Ke patted the sawdust on his body, put Xiao Daoluan on Xiao Daoluan's shoulder and walked away.

Xiao Daoluan: "Fun?"

Shen Ke didn't expect that he could ask these three words, and it was only after a while that he remembered that he had provoked this question a few days ago.He raised his head and said, "It's okay."

I imitated Xiao Daoluan and said this sentence, but the tone was not the same at all, Xiao Daoluan didn't respond, Shen Ke laughed first.

"It's not all for fun." Shen Ke said, "If you eat spoiled food, you have to spit it out, and if you step on a stone on the road, you will kick it away. If you don't do some things, you will feel unhappy, so just do it. "

Xiao Daoluan nodded.

Shen Ke wondered: "Do you know what I mean?" He already regarded Xiao Daoluan as a "sword idiot", I am afraid that apart from the practice of swordsmanship, the other party knows everything, and other things are as close as his waist There is no difference between tall children.

Xiao Daoluan: "If you don't practice swords, you won't be happy."

Shen Ke shook his head helplessly, and pulled him into an alley.

The alley next to the Zhuangyuan Building is full of antique stalls. Although Shen Ke can't understand it, he likes to look at it casually.Sometimes when I see rusty bronze swords, I have to bend down and touch two.The stall owner refused, so Shen Ke grinned for a while with a smile on his face, half a day was so easily passed.

Few of those swords were good, and with Xiao Daoluan's eyesight, one could tell at a glance whether there was spirit energy on the sword body.Although it is not as exaggerated as the legendary sky showing five lights and purple energy coming from the east, a real rare treasure always has its own atmosphere.In these stalls, he really couldn't see it.

Shen Ke didn't know that there are many fakes on the antique stalls, but he just loves the feeling of picking and choosing.Anyway, he has no money on him, and he won't be deceived.He himself had fun watching it, and sometimes he even pulled Xiao Daoluan to ask if the sword was good or not.Xiao Daoluan kept his mouth shut and didn't answer, he just asked endlessly, always getting a few words of comments.

Today's antique stall is no different from usual, there are still a few stall owners and a few things.

Shen Ke stopped in front of the stall of a Hu businessman.He couldn't understand Hu Yu, and he had never seen anything at this stall before.Xiao Daoluan noticed his abnormality, and followed him a little more quietly.

Shen Ke stared at Hu Shang for a moment, took a deep breath, stepped on the stall, and directly touched the other's chest with his ink sword: "What did you just say?"

Hu Shang didn't know if he could understand what he said, so he explained in a jerk, which only made Shen Ke's frown deepen.

The merchant at the side couldn't see it, and stepped forward to persuade him: "If you have something to say, if you have something to say, put away the sword first."

Although Shen Ke has a straighter temper, he is not an arrogant and domineering person. Xiao Daoluan was quite puzzled when he directly drew his sword at a disagreement.

Shen Ke turned the black sword, poked Hu Shang's chest with the hilt unceremoniously, and said word by word: "I heard you say... huh, what?"

Hu Shang repronounced the two sounds at the end of his question, with a bit of tongue rolling, but it was almost the same.

The merchant who persuaded him said: "Old Wang sells this. He sets up a stall here every day." After speaking, he comforted the merchant with a few words in nonsense.

Hu Shang shrank his neck, kicked the jade raw materials on the stall, and looked at Shen Ke sincerely.

Shen Ke said: "What do you mean?"

No one answered.

Shen Ke repeated, with a bad tone: "I ask, what does Hash mean?"

The merchant seemed to think that he was quite unreasonable, and glared: "Yu, young man, even if you want to grab business, it's not such a way to grab business, right?"

Shen Ke withdrew his sword and said, "Sorry."

All the way back, the two of them were very silent.After entering Tingxiang Pavilion, Shen Ke's steps upstairs were very slow and heavy.There are so many chores these days that he almost forgot about Fumoguan.Now, because of Hu Shang's words, many doubts that had been silent in the depths of his mind gradually came to the fore.

Why did Jiuyang and Suxin know that they were going to go to Fumo Temple that day?

Why are all the bones in Fumo Temple are men?

Why was the man in black robe who appeared last so vulnerable?

They will go to Fumo Temple precisely because Zuiyu is seriously ill, and the whole body looks like it was harmed by Danxiu.Esoteric Buddhism pays attention to double cultivation, and the bones are all men, so naturally another person absorbed their essence through the method of yin and yang adjustment.People in Fumo Temple believed in a female Bodhisattva, and the man in black robe who appeared at the end was a man, so naturally it was not the Master Hash.

Shen Ke pushed open the door, facing the empty boudoir, said: "It's her."

……

Before half a column of incense.

"You can forgive me if you didn't take action in Fumo Temple that day. But you have been dormant for so many days, don't you need to give me an explanation?"

Zuiyu sat beside the dressing table, squinting the corners of her eyes.Her slender body was completely covered in a black robe, only revealing a haggard little face.

The man who asked the question was extremely dissatisfied with being ignored, and snorted heavily: "Don't think I don't know, do you still have an old love for that little boy? Don't look at you still looking like a human being today, if it weren't for Master... "

The man is tall and muscular, and he is a physical trainer.Judging by his slightly greenish pupils, I am afraid he is still a physical cultivator who has practiced magic and secret methods, and his level is not low.

Zuiyu pinched the eyebrow pencil with two fingers, and drew the thin line at the corner of the eye more pickily.She finished hooking her right eye, and then she tilted her head: "Master, save me, what does it have to do with you."

The words were cold, and there was no trace of weakness.

The man choked and said with a sneer, "Of course it has nothing to do with me. All I know is that you had thousands of chances to snatch the sword, but you didn't do it."

Zuiyu said: "Those who are traveling with him don't know the depth of their cultivation, and if they act rashly, they will only invite disaster."

The man thought that Zuiyu's clothes were soft, and his tone became more domineering: "Young Master Jianchi, you have exhausted your cultivation in the early stage of transformation, although it is not convenient for you and me to do it, hehe, do you really think those old guys are dead?"

Zuiyu paused in his hand, frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Do you think that only the master wants that sword? Lian Shanzong, Guiyizong... I don't know how many people in the righteous way are greedy. Those who want to ascend but can't ascend, and those who want to fight but can't bear to cultivate themselves Isn’t this the sword that you are looking forward to every day?”

Zuiyu's low profile made the man very useful.There are so many disciples under the master's seat, but this Drunken Jade who has become a half-way monk and practiced the Esoteric Joy Technique is the most attractive. It's a pity that he is so proud that he never looked at himself in the past.Seeing that he has gained attention now, the man unknowingly confided the news he had just received from the master: "A few days ago in Lingyun Town, everyone stared at it, and it was inconvenient for those old immortals to take action. Now that these two people have placed orders, they still What scruples can I have? Even if it is inconvenient for me to move my body, there will always be disciples and grandchildren who are willing to come and break their legs. Some people think they are cheating, but they don’t realize that those who should know have already known that he is already meat on the chopping board. When it’s time to strike, let’s strike.”

When the man said the last sentence, he meant something, and his eyes staring at Zuiyu began to darken.The master sent them two to watch the sword, but now that the sword is not in hand, they will be punished when they go back.He is not willing to suffer with this woman in vain, unless...

"Do you think that if you are smart enough to let them go, they will be able to escape?" The man laughed, "It's a pity, a pity... I wonder if I report the incident in this town to Master, you little boy Fate, how many people can stand the toss? Calculate carefully...the five people who have practiced kung fu for so many years, must be stronger now, right?"

Zuiyu's complexion changed, and she suddenly clenched her right hand.

The eyebrow pencil broke in two in her hand.

The man didn't realize it, and was immersed in his own desires: "If I want to hide this matter and give an explanation to Master... Actually, it's not out of discussion."

Zuiyu looked back and said with a smile: "Then come... let's discuss."

The man felt that just looking back lightly, his soul was almost drawn out.Esoteric Buddhism really has some skills, I don't know if it will be able to do that in a while...?

Before the darkness in his eyes faded away, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Anger, unwillingness, desire, hatred... All the emotions in his eyes were wiped out the moment he fell to the ground.

Zuiyu slowly withdrew his hand on the man's chest.

Yingying couldn't bear to grasp it, but was able to instantly strangle the still beating heart.

"You can... give Master an explanation for me."

Since she was saved by that person and worshiped under his seat, apart from practicing the tantric method, she actually didn't get much errands.She is dormant quietly in this praying rain town, and her life seems to be no different from the past.Even if he later cleared Fumo Temple and took Jiuyang in, it was just a whim to pass some idle time.

Until a month ago, the person sent a sound transmission from thousands of miles away, asking her to meet a distant visitor here and snatch a ninth-grade spiritual sword from the other party.

The name of that distant visitor sounded like thunder to her.

Shen Ke.

She knew that she had to do something, otherwise those eyeliners who didn't know where they were hiding would report all suspicious things to that person.But she didn't want to appear in front of Shen Ke.So he pretended to be sick, avoided seeing him, used his heart...everything he did was done without thinking.

But Shen Ke is really not the young man who couldn't even break through in refining Qi.

She watched him kill Jiuyang with her own eyes, set up a bone formation for him with her own hands, and waited for him to break through with a sword.

If you can't get the sword, at most you will be punished.But in any case, she can only hide in the dark and cannot show her face.How could she let him see her... like this.

Zuiyu sat down again in front of the dressing table.The person in the bronze mirror has attractive eyebrows, but there is no blood on the mouth, and he looks a little weak.

She raised her blood-stained fingers, and gently wiped a mark on her lower lip, scarlet.

People's voices came from downstairs, presumably it was people who went out to play and came back tired.

The person in the mirror is weeping while smearing vermilion.

The lips are bright red, full of blood, full of blood, just like a few years ago——

She clutched her messy clothes tightly, and rubbed the gold hairpin on the corpse's chest over and over again.After a moment of shock, the rest of the villains rushed forward, and in their own way, imposed a small punishment on this weak woman who dared to resist.

What were you thinking at that time...

Think of the boy who always likes to carry an iron sword.

Thinking of him saying that one day he will become a sword fairy.

He said that on that day, everyone who dared to bully them would be beheaded by the sword.

He says……

However, those words he said are so far away.On that extremely cold night, no matter how I think about it, I can't warm my trembling heart.

She waited until dawn.

Wait until a person arrives.

The sound of footsteps approached the door, and Zuiyu got up.There were no traces of tears, as if no one had shed tears before.Gently raising his hand, he destroyed the tall man's body, and even the bloody smell in the room disappeared invisible.

She is no longer the woman who was bullied by others and was powerless to resist.

After several years of practice, in the late stage of Nascent Soul, such a speed is terrifying even among the demon cultivators.So even if he did something wrong this time, Master might not be willing to kill her.

But this was probably the last time she did something wrong.

Zuiyu smiled at the door.

"You came...too late..."