Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

The place where the river and the river have not yet joined is more than half a mile wide.

Half a mile away, the river is rolling in the middle, never returning, and the people on the other side of the river are only a little bit smaller.

It's just that small, it lights up all the colors in Xiao Daoluan's eyes.

After such a distance, it is said that he could not even tell the height, fat and thinness of the other party, let alone his appearance, but he not only recognized that it was Shen Ke, but also seemed to see the other party opening his mouth and said a word.

It was ridiculous for Shen Ke to say that.

In terms of realm, even if Shen Ke got the opportunity, he was far inferior to him.In terms of experience, he lived 800 years longer than the other party.

Xiao Daoluan still saw Shen Ke's seriousness.Even across a river, facing more than ten monks, Shen Ke couldn't do anything at all.

He still said, "Don't be afraid."

No one ever said that to him.No, maybe it happened... Xiao Daoluan's pupils locked for a moment, and he saw Shen Ke throw a sword across the river!

Nothing happened.The sword energy didn't even pass through the half-mile-wide river, and it dissipated invisible when it left the sword body just now.

If he wasn't standing on the other side of the river, he would definitely be able to see the embarrassment on Shen Ke's face at this moment.

Hurrying to the southwest, he finally met Xiao Daoluan by the river, and he struck out with a sword full of confidence.Then, the sword broke.

Holding the big iron sword that broke just in time, Shen Ke felt really saddened that he hated iron for being weak.

Perhaps the iron sword couldn't stand the mountain he had borrowed for a moment, so it was broken into two pieces.

Shen Ke held a piece with one hand, quite helplessly.

"What kind of sword are you practicing..."

The words of the old man who gave him the sword back then somehow came to mind.

Is a broken sword still a sword?

What exactly is a sword?

A flower and a leaf can hurt people, so are they swords?

Shen Ke looked at the other side with burning eyes.Just like Xiao Daoluan can recognize him at a glance, he can also see that among the dozen or so people on the other side, only one is his.

Can't wait to see each other.

I don't want to see the other party being persecuted.

If anything can protect the other, it's his sword.

His way of the sword.

Shen Ke raised his right hand slightly, threw half of the sword into the river, and slammed into waves.However, the broken sword, which was about a foot long, borrowed the momentum of the distant mountains, like a boulder in the Dingjiang River, stably plunged into the bottom of the river, and the speed of the river's rushing water slowed down visibly with the naked eye.

The half of the sword in his left hand then thrust out horizontally.

If the half of the hilt is as stable as a mountain, the half of the sword's edge is as sharp as the wind.The new wind that travels across both sides of the river all the year round, from north to south, from west to east, has never been able to stop it.

The sword wind entered the river, and the river stopped flowing.

The rising river suddenly rose, forming a line like a tide.However, no matter how high it was, it couldn't cross a boundary cut by the sword wind.

Half of the river flowed eastward, but the successors did not rush up, and the river bed that had not dried up for hundreds of years bottomed out.Between Shen Ke and Xiao Daoluan, a land bridge was erected.

Xiao Daoluan crosses the river.

When Shen Ke touched his neck and pulled the concentric lock out of his arms, the river water, which had risen to a height of tens of meters, fell again, causing huge splashes.

Like a burst.

More than a dozen pursuers were stopped on the other side.Even if they have the ability to cross the river, they don't want to face someone who can cut the river with two swords.Does Mo Heng, who has returned to one sect, have the ability to break the river?Is there any truth in the Lianshan sect?It is rumored that Mahayana monks have the ability to move mountains and seas, but who has seen it?

Shen Ke reluctantly tugged on the concentric lock that was still warm, and said with a smile: "You were asked to wear it at the time, but you really never took it off?"

He originally bought this lock in Guanzhong, Xiao Daoluan didn't want to wear it, so he wore it close to his body for a while.Later, on the night when the two were about to separate, Xiao Daoluan had no choice but to take this extra-body item with him after being soft-spoken by him.Even though Shen Ke knew that it would be uncomfortable for him to carry such a thing, he still forced him once.

He wanted Xiao Daoluan to get used to having him by his side.When he is not around, there must be something to remind the other party that he and him are always inseparable.

Xiao Daoluan slowly pulled out the half of the sword that Shen Ke held in his left hand.Shen Ke's palms were red because of the tight grip, but luckily they were not cut.

More than a dozen people on the other side who didn't know Shen Ke's details were shocked, not to mention Xiao Daoluan who knew Shen Ke from the bottom up.He lowered his head and looked at the half-cut sword, but his mind felt like a needle prick.

He thought, he shouldn't let Shen Ke talk nonsense about unimportant things at this time, the two should leave quickly, find a light boat, and return to Jianchi as soon as possible.Talk to Shen Ke along the way, about these two swords, about what happened to each other after the two separated...

But he was doomed to fail at both.

Just when he unconsciously recalled the light of Shen Ke's two swords, he lost consciousness.

"Ah, this is..." Shen Ke happened to have both hands empty, and quickly hugged Xiao Daoluan, touched the blue eyes of the other party with distress, and said softly, "I didn't expect that there would be a chance for a hero to save the beauty. What happens next is up to you.”

……

In a trance, Xiao Daoluan felt that he had returned to his childhood.He is not as tall as the window, and he has to tiptoe to see the scenery outside the window.

There is actually nothing to see outside the window. The strong wind blows in, and the eyes hurt first, and then slowly they can see the scenery clearly.

Anyway, it is a broken alley.It is so narrow that there is hardly any daylight.Rotten vegetables and rags were piled up in the gutter, and it was probably mice that moved occasionally.

The woman's scolding and the child's cry seemed very close in the wind, but also seemed very far away.

No matter what he saw or heard, he was a little confused and a little indifferent when he was young.

Because I don't know whether no matter how old I am, wherever I go, whether I can see and hear these things, so I am confused.Because I have grown up so much and come here, all I can see and hear is this, so I am indifferent.

Before he knew what it meant to be humble, he had already gotten used to it.

wrong.

Xiao Daoluan thought, he grew up in Jianchi since he was a child, and he was more than ten years old when he went out for the first time to travel. He didn't need to stand on tiptoe to reach the window lattice.Even if I travel around, I have never lived in such an alley, so how did these pictures that seem to be experienced come from?

Was it forgotten by him, 800 years ago?

It turned out that he lived in such a place 800 years ago, watching the hawkers, women, and children in the alley day after day, with a posture of half spying and half defensive.

Then how did he... lift the sword?

How did a child who was born in a back alley and grew up in a back alley become a sword cultivator who was only one step away from attaining Mahayana perfection and was able to rise to the top?

Naturally, it was because I met someone.

A person who never appeared in front of him in his memory, but showed his existence all the time.

He remembers that 800 years ago, he had a teacher's school. There were not many people, but the teachers and brothers were friendly.Since they are all peers, how did they come to be masters?He actually forgot, without a master, where did he come from.

On an unremarkable day, the people walking by the alley were not the hawkers he was used to, the businessmen passing by in a hurry, or the villains planning to kidnap children with ill intentions.

It was a tender young man.

A gourd containing wine and a bad sword hung from his waist.The young man walked staggeringly, maybe he had drunk too much wine, every time he took a step, the gourd and the scabbard collided with each other, making a nice clanging sound.

It is several times better than the desolate whistling of the wind blowing through the alley.

When he was young, he listened very attentively.

The young man was drunk and hazy, but he still found a child poking his head out of the window.Although he cultivated Taoism, his temper was still jumping off, the young man knocked on the window lattice with his fingers, and asked with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, the young man who had a headache from drinking too much walked away with the corners of his eyebrows pressed.

Seeing the figure of the young man going further and further away, the usually taciturn child who was mistaken for a dumb child grabbed the window and said, "I..."

His voice was too thin, and the young man didn't hear it clearly, and he didn't stop because of it.

The wooden splinter on the window lattice pierced the child's palm, and it took him a long time before he left the window and sat back on his little bed.Looking at the fine marks and wood thorns all over his hands, he seemed to be unconscious, and murmured: "I... am looking at you."

He has seen many drunk people.Some would yell at their wives and children angrily when they were drunk; Don't stop.

He hadn't seen anyone like this.He doesn't make trouble when he's drunk, his eyes are clear and shallow as if filled with spring water, and he still smiles at him.

But he didn't speak and let the man go.Will he ever see him again?

Xiao Daoluan silently said to the child who was huddled at the foot of the wall in his memory, we will see you again.

After that, the child lay on the window for several days.He used to like to lie on the window very much, but now it seems to have taken root, and he doesn't move away except to eat and sleep.

Sitting on the sidelines is silly.

But the rabbit he had been waiting for for a long time still bumped into it.

The young man was not drunk this time, and the gourd around his waist was gone.He didn't seem to have forgotten the child who greeted him a few days ago, and smiled kindly: "What a coincidence."

unfortunately.

Seeing the child staring at the things on his waist, the young man who had just eaten and drank and couldn't pay for the wine and could only pay the bill with a gourd felt a little guilty, and pretended: "Are you looking at my sword?"

He just wanted to talk to the young man, and he never wanted to make the mistake he made a few days ago, so he nodded and said, "Yes."

The young man drew out his sword casually, played a trick with the sword, and said with a smile, "Is it pretty?"