Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Without letting the embarrassing silence last for too long, Lin Ziyou immediately smiled and said, "Haven't you always been curious about my life experience, and now I'm telling you. Why, did you cry?"

Shen Ke felt his throat tighten, and subconsciously licked his chapped lips: "I knew you had this kind of wealth, and I said hello, and the gold and silver will come, and we still have to squeeze in the small ancestral hall, even a bowl of rice miss a meal?"

Lin Ziyou also recalled the scene of huddling together in the pile of tattered wadding in the Valley Shrine many years ago, looking up at the falling snow outside the window.At that time, the swordsmanship of the two of them was almost the same, and having a sword was like not having a sword.I fought several fights with the old gangsters on the road with my bare hands, the wounds on my body were still fresh, and I had no money or the mood to buy medicine, so I took a few handfuls of snow from the entrance of the Valley Shrine, put them in earthen jars, and removed the book. The open window lattices light a fire.At least the fire brought some warmth to the shivering two people, and the hot water finally bubbling in the crock could relieve the depression of the hungry.

But the so-called wealth...

Lin Ziyou's smile gradually turned cold: "Have you ever heard of an illegitimate child who can move gold and silver mountains with a wave of his hand? Ah, I forgot, maybe there really is one."

Everyone knows that there is a young master in Jianchi, King of Yue.But the sword master has neither married nor had any romantic affairs, so it is worth finding out who the young master's biological mother is.Some people said that he was a magnificent demon cultivator, because of the incompatibility between good and evil, the sword master of Jianchi had to cut off his love.Some people said that she was an ordinary peasant girl who rescued the sword master when he was in distress. The two of them had a happy marriage, but unfortunately died in the pursuit of Jianchi's enemies... Rumors spread, but the sword master of Jianchi never heard of it. In response to this, he only admitted the identity of his only son when he rarely showed up at the Lianshan Zongmen Conference.

Xiao Daoluan looked back at Lin Ziyou with mocking eyes: "Me?"

If you don't know your mother, you really can't recognize your mother.Who is Xiao Daoluan's biological mother? Shen Ke and Lin Ziyou had argued in the past when they had nothing to do, but it seemed unkind to poke someone's sore spot in front of him.

Shen Ke said: "Lin Ziyou!"

Lin Ziyou held the overturning seal in his sleeve, and slowly evoked an inconspicuous smile: "What do you say about these disappointing things, there is a good shop on the way back to the inn, I will take you to have a look."

After finishing speaking, without looking at Xiao Daoluan, he walked forward with his shoulders on Shen Ke.

The three of them had a quarrel, and after returning to the inn, they each went into their own rooms, and even Shen Ke lost the interest in touching Xiao Daoluan's room for a while.In the next few days, I always felt that I was not enjoying myself enough to close the Bank of China.Originally, although Lin Ziyou and Xiao Daoluan were not at odds, they did not make Shen Ke feel as uncomfortable as they do now.He tried his best to draw the relationship between the two of them closer, but he couldn't do it anyway, which even made him lose his good mood.

Fortunately, the New Year is approaching, and the streets and alleys are filled with joy, which has diluted the depression of the three people a lot.

When sitting around a table for dinner, Shen Ke suggested: "It's almost the end of the new year anyway, why don't we just celebrate the new year together, and you will go back to the mountain after the year?"

Lin Ziyou was noncommittal, and only said: "We have been together for so many years, and we don't care about this one more. As long as it is not annoying."

Shen Ke said with a smile: "How could it be?" He turned his head to look at Xiao Daoluan, and asked with expectation and hint: "There are many people who are lively, right?"

Xiao Daoluan: "Chinese New Year?"

"Put down the sword first." Shen Ke didn't want to talk to Yuege's sword point all the time, so he took a picture of Xiao Daoluan's hand holding a silk scarf to wipe the wooden sword, "There are only a few people in Jianchi. It's not fun either. Let's have fun with us this time, okay?"

Xiao Daoluan: "Yes."

At the end of the year, although the inn's business was not good, but with the idea that earning an extra copper coin is a copper coin, the shopkeeper still did not close down.This saved Shen Ke a lot of trouble, otherwise the three would have to find another place with a tile in a hurry.When rushing to the market and there were hawkers, Shen Ke went to buy a lot of food and used, saying that he should stock up first, so as not to be slaughtered if he couldn't find the goods in two days.

Shen Ke swept across the market on the first day, with his hands full of goods, he almost took the roast duck that was about to fall to the ground in his mouth.Watching him go upstairs was frightening, Xiao Daoluan said calmly the next day that he could go shopping with Shen Ke after practicing the sword.

Xiao Daoluan walked out of the inn early in the morning and came back at night, he walked a lot, but he didn't say a word.Shen Ke didn't take the time to get words out of his mouth.

Along the way, Shen Ke and the shopkeepers from all walks of life fought with each other. When it was really hard to tell who was the best, he silently gave up his position and instructed Xiao Daoluan to show his sword at the side.Under the cover of the aura of the sword cultivator in the transformation stage, Shen Ke was invincible as if he had the help of a god.

By noon on the third day, almost all the things that should be bought were bought.Xiao Daoluan and Shen Ke returned to the store, Shen Ke was so tired that he opened the door of his room, found the position of the bed, and collapsed on it.Xiao Daoluan closed the door for him, turned around and went back to his room.

He took out the extremely soft Zhufang beast skin from under the pillow, put it on the table, spread paper and rubbed ink, and started writing with a pen.

"Today I hunted a piece of animal skin from Zhu Fang. If I want to make armor clothes, I will do it quickly."

There is no title, no signature, only a dry sentence, like a commanding tone.

When the ink was completely dry, Xiao Daoluan folded the letter paper and put it in his arms, took the Zhufang beast skin and left the inn.Following his memory, he turned into the busiest alley in the West Market, walked through several hidden entrances, and came to the door of a weapons shop.

The big "Bing" character was waving in the wind on the apricot-yellow flag, and the flamboyant handwriting did not bring much business to this shop hidden deep in the alley.

There was only one clerk in the shop, lazily leaning against the cabinet, tapping with a feather duster.

Xiao Daoluan walked into the shop, the clerk turned around and said, "What do you want to buy? The knives and swords are all hung on the wall here, and the nunchakus, tridents and nine-section whips are all stored in the warehouse. What do you like?" Whatever you want, I'll take it for you...Ah Choo!"

The old man took out his handkerchief, blew his nose, and said, "I'm sorry, there's too much dust."

Xiao Daoluan casually touched the sword hanging on the wall, the sword was covered with dust, he pressed a faint finger mark.

The old man cleverly said: "You took a fancy to this one? Ouch, good eyesight. This guy was our shop owner 30 years ago when he was defeated..."

After listening to his eloquent description of the terrifying battle, Xiao Daoluan took out the letter from his bosom: "I have a letter for Xiao He."

The feather duster in the old man's hand stopped, and he squinted coldly: "Who are you?"

Xiao Daoluan raised the letter paper in his hand, raised his elbow and swung his sword, which happened to block the feather duster that was coming towards him.

Feathers were flying all over the sky, so no matter how you looked at it, the old man who knew his destiny did not hesitate, and immediately knelt down and said, "Young Master~"

Xiao Daoluan picked up the letter and said: "Give it to Xiao He." After saying that, he handed the letter and Zhu Fangshou's hide to the old man.

The old man excitedly said: "Young master, do you have any orders? Do you need your subordinates to bring a message to the sword master?"

Xiao Daoluan was silent for a while, shook his head, and stepped out of the alley.

……

Thousands of miles away, Nanling.

The earth's atmosphere is warmer, even in the severe winter season, looking around from the Zangfeng Pavilion, you can still see a lush greenery.

A middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar waved his hand to take down an ancient book from a seven-storey shelf.

His hand clicked word by word on the scroll, and when he got something, he used a vermilion pen to write notes on the side, small script, showing his character.

The ground dragon was spread in the pavilion, and it was as warm as spring, but the man still coughed lightly from time to time.When coughing, the old injury in the body was affected, and the back could not help but hunched up, and the right hand clenched tightly against the mouth, as if worried that he would cough up blood in the next moment.

There were few people in Jianchi, and the few servants would not disturb the master while he was reading the book. Therefore, when the man walked out of the Zangfeng Pavilion in the dark of day, someone stepped forward and handed a letter to him. .

Letter from Guanzhong.

Xiao He frowned and recalled that there was a hidden pile there, but the news of returning to one sect was only spread at the beginning of each month, today is the twenty-ninth day, why did it come a few days earlier?

He opened the letter and saw the line.

"Sword Master?" After Xiao He opened the letter, the servant had no choice but to speak worriedly when he had already stood at the door of Zangfeng Pavilion for half a stick of incense.

Xiao He's fingertips trembled, and the letter slipped from his hand.He made a few quick moves in the air, and the soft sword energy lifted the letter paper from bottom to top without leaving a trace on the fragile paper.He read the short line of the letter again, folded it and put it in his sleeve.

The servant put a fox fur on Xiao He's body: "It's cold outside the pavilion, the sword master must pay attention."

Xiao He coughed twice, and said: "In the future, if you send a letter from Guanzhong, submit it immediately. Even if I am reading in the pavilion, it doesn't matter if I send it."

"Yes." The servant followed Xiao He, took two steps, and said hesitantly, "Sword Master, tomorrow... can this subordinate take a leave of absence? My mother-in-law has been talking about it for half a year, and she only thinks about such a day. The eldest grandson of my subordinate is also just full moon, I..."

Xiao He stopped in his tracks, glanced back at the old servant, nodded and said: "Yes. After tomorrow, it will be another year. You are also getting old, so you can get together with your family as much as possible. Go Bar."

The servant bowed down to express his gratitude, and stammered: "If the young master has not come back..."

Xiao He tightened his fox fur, held the thin piece of paper in his sleeve, seemed to want to say something, finally shook his head, and returned to Zangfeng Pavilion.

There are so many ancient books in the pavilion, even thousands of rare ones.In a lifetime, only one out of ten can read intensively.

Ever since he practiced swordsmanship, he loved staying in this pavilion.

Read the book to understand the Tao, and read the book to prove the Tao.

Those who laughed at his uselessness as a scholar remained silent before attaining Mahayana cultivation.

He originally thought that he was far luckier than others on the way of swordsmanship.After all, he was not only accompanied by a sword, but also ancient scrolls that he could not read every day.

However, when his vigor was weakening and he was getting worse day by day, Xiao He, the sword master who exclusively enjoyed the holy land of sword cultivation in the world, also felt a trace of regret in his heart.

If when you were young and vigorous, you were not so serious about swordsmanship, and you married a gentle and pleasant girl, there would be three or five children crawling around in the pavilion.

It won't be as deserted as it is today.

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