Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Xiao Daoluan's words were in line with Shen Ke's understanding of him.

The two had met once a few days ago, and it was still at the noodle stall in Lingyun Town.

The atmosphere at the noodle stall that day was a little depressing, the sword cultivators didn't pay attention to the noodle bowl at all, and looked up at the stone bridge at the town head from time to time pretending to be careless.Amid the lingering fragrance of noodles, they lowered their voices and chatted intermittently. Words such as "don't worry", "coming soon", "just today" can be heard faintly.

Shen Ke concentrated on eating his noodles.

When he held the chopsticks, his thumb and middle finger clamped the two bamboo chopsticks, but his index finger lifted up from time to time as he moved.Although it has an elegant name of "immortal guiding the way", it is still a habit that cannot be listed in the hall of elegance.Children from famous families will receive strict training in words and deeds, and ordinary people are not so particular.

He used such a non-standard method to pick up the noodles religiously, and picked them into his mouth before the soup drained.After the noodles in the bowl were scooped up, the soup bowl was tilted at an exaggerated angle, and even the noodle soup slid down the rim of the bowl into the mouth, and it was drank to the last drop.Only three or two scallions survived because they didn't suit the youth's appetite.

After eating about [-]% full, Shen Ke patted his slightly swollen stomach contentedly, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said loudly: "More noodles!"

Second Aunt Wang waved the bamboo chopsticks with ease, scooped up a large pinch of noodles from the iron pot, threw them into a porcelain bowl, poured soup, and sprinkled with chopped green onions.

He smiled and thanked, put his hands on the edge of the bowl, lowered his head and blew gently.

A hazy mist covered his eyes.

"coming!"

While Shen Ke was concentrating on waiting for the noodles to cool, someone suddenly yelled loudly.The shouts contained uncontrollable excitement, and the atmosphere of the whole noodle stall changed accordingly.

He wiped his mouth full of oil with his sleeve, followed the gazes of the sword cultivators, and looked towards the stone bridge at the head of the town.

A shadow floated indistinctly on the stone bridge, and the mist under the bridge made people on the bridge seem to be walking on clouds.

When the visitor crossed the bridge, his immortal energy dissipated, revealing a slightly thinner figure.The plain white robe covered his body, empty, as if there was only a skeleton under the robe.

Behind him is not a sword, but a rattan box.

"Tsk tsk."

The sword cultivators who stood up excitedly sat down one after another, and put back the unsheathed sword calmly.

They woke up early, and the person waiting at the noodle stall was the Young Master Jianchi.This young master was regarded by them as a strong competitor. Under the instigation of interested people, many people deliberately intercepted and killed him before he got the spirit sword.Although Sword Pond is a place where sword cultivators all over the world are fascinated, before the temptation of a ninth-grade spiritual sword, the usual fear and reverence are nothing!

It's a pity that it's not him.No one knows that a sword cultivator regards the sword as if it is life, no matter how unruly a person is, he will definitely carry the sword with him.Since the person who came didn't have a sword, he definitely wasn't a sword cultivator, let alone the famous young master of Jianchi.Judging by his attire, he looks more like a scholar in Guanzhong who is on a study tour.

When someone came to the noodle stall, the sword repairers were even more disappointed.They really couldn't detect any true energy from each other.There are only two possibilities, one is that the person who came here is indeed not a monk, and the other is that the other party has concealed his cultivation.But even if the cultivation base is hidden, only those with higher cultivation bases will pay attention to check, and they will still find clues.Xiao Daoluan's cultivation is at the late stage of Yuanying, and there are people with the same grade among the people present, if someone pretends to be intentional, there is no reason why they can't find out.

Contrary to the obviously depressed mood of the sword cultivators, Shen Ke, who was driven out to eat noodles by the innkeeper, was in a high mood.He leaned against the dirt wall behind him, shaking off a lot of dust, turned over the two teacups that were upside down on the table, filled them up one by one, and said loudly, "Little brother, why don't you come here and sit down? "

The visitor heard the words and looked towards the corner.

The young man took his glance as tacit approval, and enthusiastically pushed the bench beside him a little to make it easier for the other party to sit down.

"My surname is Shen, my name is Ke, and I'm from Mingzhou. I don't know little brother..." Before the visitor got close, he could hear a voice with a smile.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

The visitor looked indifferent, but still sat down beside Shen Ke.

"It's said that when you come to Lingyun Town, there are two things you must do. One is to see the Lingyun Giant Buddha, which is over a hundred feet tall, outside the town, and the other is to come and taste Wang Ergu's plain noodles." Shen Ke smiled and talked While talking, he secretly looked at the visitor.

The visitor looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, seven or eight years younger than him.Even if there is no expression, the corners of the eyebrows are a little bit of the flying meaning of young people.That is the demeanor you can have when you have not experienced a few setbacks, and you have not deeply understood the feeling of helplessness.

Shen Ke kind of misses himself who was in the past who didn't care about the world or the place.

But this nostalgia lasted only a few snaps of the fingers, and it was easily washed away.

"Little brother, if you haven't eaten rice yet, why don't you have a bowl?"

The visitor nodded and took out the copper plate from his pocket.

Shen Ke said with a smile: "To meet is to be destined. Since you and I met by fate today, we sat at another table, and this bowl of noodles is just for you."

The visitor put the copper plate on the table, did not answer, but took a sip from the teacup.

If Shen Ke was ten years ago, he would have given up his attempt to strike up a conversation after receiving this rejection.

But ten years later, Shen Ke didn't make much progress in cultivation, but his face has thickened by more than one layer.He fell in love with this little brother immediately after just one glance, and wished that the two of them could instantly hit it off and talk about you and me.Noodles may slip away from the chopsticks twisting their small bodies, let alone a big living person.It's normal to not be able to pick it up once, and you can pick it up a few times, practice makes perfect, no matter how bad you are, you can still have a bowl of soup.

"Little brother doesn't look like a local. Could it be that he came to this town to see the Lingyun Buddha?" While the noodles were being served, Shen Ke cleverly took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to the other party, talking to him.

Someone took the chopsticks.

The knuckles were set off by the shiny black chopsticks, making them whiter, which almost dazzled Shen Ke's eyes.

He rubbed his nose, and said persistently: "That's really a coincidence. There is going to be a big incident in this town recently, and the vicinity of the Lingyun Buddha is not peaceful. If the little brother really wants to see it, it's better to take a rest for a while before going." The resting place is opposite..."

After hearing this passage, the visitor finally gave a vivid reaction.

His fingers didn't leave the bamboo chopsticks, and just as he put down the chopsticks, he gently slammed against the bowl wall, and the raised eyebrows looked more youthful and vigorous.

"Oh?"

Shen Ke stretched out his fingers and gestured in a circle: "It is said that there is a spirit sword on the top of the Buddha's head, and this group of people are all rushing for that sword."

This topic is well chosen, even if the person coming here is not a sword cultivator, but young people, especially young men, are always interested in secret treasures and the like.As Shen Ke wished, the other party frowned and asked, "What sword?"

Shen Ke's cultivation is not good, but his ability to inquire about news is first-class.

"If you really want to talk about this sword, it will be a long story. At the beginning of spring, Aunt Zhang in the town took her family of ten to worship the Buddha as usual. The aunt's daughter-in-law was just pregnant, and she couldn't walk two steps Stop and take a break. It's a big break."

"Here the daughter-in-law sat on the tree stump and was about to wipe her sweat when she suddenly saw a white light flashing in the western sky. Tsk tsk, the white light was as thick as a few big men hugging it, hanging from the sky to the head of the Buddha. The whole family I was so frightened that I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I hurried back to the town and told everyone about it. A merchant happened to come to the town..."

Shen Ke glanced at the person who came, and saw that his eyes did not fall on him, obviously not very satisfied with this exaggerated story.He coughed, cleared his throat, and said: "Long story short. After a while, a few strangely dressed people came outside. They went to the top of the Buddha to look, and concluded that it was a strange treasure. Then the rumors later But there are many, some say that the stove of the queen mother's lavender was stolen by the weaver girl, and some say that the long feathers of Taoist Lu Ya were blown down by the wind after moulting. But in my opinion, the most reliable statement still……"

He deliberately betrayed it.

"sword."

"It's not an ordinary spirit sword." Shen Ke also lowered his voice like those sword repairmen, and said mysteriously, "It's the sword of Sword Immortal Buxu 800 years ago!"

As a half-baked sword cultivator, like other people who have just glimpsed the way of the sword, the status of Jianxian Buxu in Shen Ke's heart is beyond doubt.

In the Lingyun Continent 800 years ago, there were a variety of cultivation methods, Dharma cultivation, alchemy cultivation, physical cultivation, Buddhist cultivation, magic cultivation... each has its fans.And sword repair is just one of them that is not outstanding.

Until Buxu pierced the sky with a sword, he proved his way and ascended.

The brilliance of that sword penetrated the entire continent, and it did not dissipate for three days and nights.

Since then, countless young students have devoted themselves to the practice of kendo.

And the accusations that sword cultivators rely on dead objects and cannot communicate with heaven and earth have been silently dissipated after that sword soared.

Compared with other monks, sword cultivators in the Qi training and foundation building stages have problems with the integration of heaven and earth.They can't comprehend the vitality of heaven and earth like Faxiu, they can only hold their own sword, no different from warriors in the rivers and lakes.

But as soon as he stepped into the golden core, the sword cultivator began to communicate with his own spirit sword.If it reaches the Nascent Soul stage, it will be able to condense sword energy and form a sword fetus in the body.At that time, although the spirit sword is a foreign object, it can interact with the sword energy in the body, regardless of each other.From then on, as soon as one thought arrives, the sword arrives.

Sword cultivators don't need to pursue the illusory vitality of heaven and earth like law cultivators.

There is only one sword in their world.

Bu Xu's sword pierced not only the sky that had shrouded everyone's heads forever, but also the boundless space for sword practice.

Buxu's sword!

The visitor's pupils shrank, and he murmured repeatedly: "Bu Xu's sword?"

Shen Ke laughed loudly and said: "I see that you are nervous, that's just saying, isn't it not necessarily true? After all, that person has been ascending for 800 years, so it doesn't make sense to be born now if he really wants to leave something behind. But if Really, then I have to take a look at it and touch it when I'm joking."

The visitor suddenly asked: "Are you also a sword cultivator?"

Shen Ke felt a little guilty, and laughed, "It's been ten years since I started practicing swordsmanship."

The person who came did not ask any more questions, nor did he look at Shen Ke again, and bowed his head to eat noodles.He eats slowly and gracefully, and every movement is pleasing to the eye.

Shen Ke looked at it for a while with the same concentration as when eating noodles, and remembered that he had already reported the house, but he didn't even know the name of the other party.He rubbed his nose again, waited patiently until the other party finished eating and put down his chopsticks, then asked after deliberation, "Little brother, I don't know you..."

The strike up that day ended without a problem because Shen Ke was rushing to watch the fight between the two sword cultivators at the end of the town.He didn't know the name of this young man whom he had a crush on, he only guessed that he was a scholar who was born in Guanzhong and went out to study.

In order to avoid the limelight this time, he didn't know how long he would have to hide.The journey is long and there is no one to accompany it, how boring it is.

With little hesitation, Shen Ke agreed.

With the spiritual sword in hand and the beauty by his side, the ambition he set up when he first held the sword ten years ago seemed to be realized in a day.