Cultivate with an African God

Mu Xinghe greeted with a smile: "Boss, what a coincidence."

The swordsman in black put away his sword without saying a word, but the old man blew his beard and asked scoldingly: "Why do you call someone else if you want to come? Also, why is there no one to pass it on to you? Did you come when you wanted?"

"Pavilion Master, didn't you expect me to come?" Shen Xiu calmly acted with no fluctuations in her tone, "Senior provoked my relationship with You Shaobei, didn't you just want me to come and see you in person?"

The person who was called "Pavilion Master" was not the swordsman in black clothes, but the very friendly little old man who had always been smiling. Shen Xiu's attitude was not good, and his expression didn't change much. When you defeated the twelve masters in my pavilion with one sword, took away the red leaf streamer, and ruined our reputation, you were still the hope of the righteous way. Today, many years later, I just want to see how the ruthless demon king at the center of the rumor will be. How to choose."

"Why do I have to make a choice?" Mu Xinghe heard Shen Xiu sneer, then he turned his head, his tone was not as cold as before, and said to Mu Xinghe, "Mu Xinghe, you go out for a while."

Mu Xinghe heard the Pavilion Master smiled meaningfully, and said, "If you don't want him to be involved, you shouldn't have looked for him in the first place."

Before Shen Xiu could answer, the pavilion master spoke again, speaking to Mu Xinghe, with a bit of joking and malicious intentions: "Boy, I advise you not to get too close to this person, this People bear a whole body of karma, whoever touches who is unlucky, and has old grudges with you Yunfu, even if you are brave enough to be unlucky, you may be driven out by Yunfu one day, everyone betrays relatives, and then Shen Xiu turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone, wow, how pitiful .”

Mu Xinghe blinked, but didn't answer, he put the hilt of his sword on the ground and walked out, and closed the door very obediently and politely.

He was lying on the railing, and he could see Zhong Zijin and Wen Xingze fighting with the people in the Jiange below. The competition was very fierce, but his friend still had the advantage.

Mu Xinghe was a little distracted.

He thought of a strange thing. According to the rumors he had heard before, Hongye Liuguang was the sword won by You Shaobei, but the pavilion owner said it belonged to Shen Xiu, and You Shaobei also said it was Shen Xiu that night upstairs. Xiu sent him off, Mu Xinghe tended to believe their words, so it was very unusual for Shen Xiu and You Shaobei to have a friendship back then.

Now that this is the case, the pavilion master is probably indispensible.

Mu Xinghe thought about it and came back to his senses, but felt that thinking about this person was useless, so he turned his attention back to the people in the competition below.

Wen Xingze has already won the next round, so he needs to rest for a while.Upstairs, Mu Xinghe could have a clear view of their battle situation, but downstairs they were blocked by heavy railings.Even so, Wen Xingze, who was resting, looked at Zhong Zijin frequently until Zhong Zijin won the competition.

Zhong Zijin's scene seemed a bit intense. He was sweating profusely as he wiped his sword, as if he had been thinking about something.They couldn't rest for too long, and the next match began again.Mu Xinghe could see that their opponents were getting stronger and stronger each time, and it was becoming more and more difficult for them to deal with them.

Zhong Zijin even started to shout, probably calling out the name of some move, and Wen Xingze also sacrificed the sword qi transformation form that he said before that he had not yet trained.

But at this time, the door behind him was pushed open, it was Shen Xiu and the pavilion master.

They didn't know what they talked about, the pavilion master lost his smile, and it was the swordsman in black who came out to greet him and said to come with him.

Where they go is a more formal place to watch the competition.The timing of their coming out was very coincidental. I don't know if it was expected. When they arrived, the competition of the young sword cultivators was coming to an end.

Wen Xingze was looking at his opponent.The opponent's cultivation base is similar to his, but his swordsmanship may be better than his.He has practiced abroad for a long time, and his swordsmanship has always been difficult to meet in the same realm. However, in this Cangjiange, there are so many unknown swordsmen with superb swordsmanship.

His opponent's swordsmanship was the most difficult for him to deal with. It was fast and ruthless, even too casual. Even though the two had been at each other for a long time, Wen Xingze did not notice a trace of his habit.The opponent's sword is fast - he doesn't allow Wen Xingze to think!

Zhong Zijin felt his sweat running down his forehead and cheeks.His physical strength was almost exhausted, he was sweating profusely, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.The breath of a sword cultivator is much more important than that of a Taoist cultivator. When a Daoist cultivator has difficulty breathing, he can still release his spells by concentrating on it. However, a sword cultivator is one with the sword. If his breathing is disordered, his sword will not be able to His original sword.

Zhong Zijin's sword is fast, but his opponent is faster than his sword. It is dense and leaves no gaps, like a sword net. This is the first time that he cannot gain an advantage with speed.

Wen Xingze wanted to find an opportunity.He was already in a dilemma in defense, he was at a loss for left and right, and wanted to speculate on a chance of winning.

It is too difficult to calculate, the change of that person has exceeded his imagination.He felt more and more pressure.

During the long confrontation, he failed to find a chance. The opponent's sword pierced through the clothes on his chest, retracted the sword, and said flatly: "You lost."

At the same time, Zhong Zijin moved forward with a sword, his sword was between the opponent's neck, but the opponent's sword was between his chest and abdomen, and both of them stopped.It was the opponent who withdrew his sword first, lowered his head and smiled and said, "You have won."

Those sword cultivators held their swords and waited for the pavilion master to speak.The pavilion master raised his hand to greet a sword boy, and the sword boy whispered something in his ear. The pavilion master sat upright and thought for a while, then asked: "Let's talk about the purpose first, you come to challenge my Jiange disciples!" , why?"

Zhong Zijin's eyes lit up again when he saw Shen Xiu beside the Pavilion Master.

It was Wen Xingze who understood the situation better, and patted Zhong Zijin, Zhong Zijin immediately came back to his senses, bowed his head and said, "We want some advice from senior."

"This matter is not worth mentioning. Since you have won all six of your opponents, the Jiange will reward you, but you—" the pavilion owner turned his gaze to the silent Wen Xingze, "Not all of them were defeated, we I can only mention a few words, and no other rewards will be given.”

Wen Xingze said in a low voice, "Thank you, senior."

The pavilion master didn't talk nonsense, and said to Wen Xingze: "Your swordsmanship is good, and the 'technique' has reached the peak in your realm, but swordsmanship is not only about skill, but also about heart. This is not enough, all your talents And comprehension are useless, the achievement is nothing more than that. You should understand what I mean, this is your own experience, think again."

The voice of the pavilion master fell, and the only sound in the sword pavilion was the clash of swords and weapons from the disciples in the distance, which was cold and piercing.A jackdaw flew by the window.

Wen Xingze's complexion became even paler.

The pavilion master didn't care, and turned to Zhong Zijin, but asked: "You and your opponent are both good at fast swords, can you see your own strengths and weaknesses?"

Zhong Zijin was still a little distracted at first, but when he heard about the sword, he suddenly concentrated his mind and said: "I won this time because I used the power of fighting for my life, and others were unprepared. It must be because my sword moves are more subtle. We Although both belong to Kuaijian, but he puts more emphasis on the sword's momentum, which is stronger than the adhesion and succession in the moves, and I pay more attention to the change, lacking the grasp of the sword's momentum in the whole competition."

The pavilion master nodded: "Yes, your sword skills are good, and your spirituality is far beyond ordinary people. But your pass lies in how you control your spirituality, you cannot be controlled by it."

After he finished talking, he seemed to be tired, leaning on the back of the chair again, calling for Jiantong to come over, and giving some instructions.

The sword boy got the instructions and said: "Please follow me to the library to choose rewards."

Zhong Zijin wanted to follow, but hesitated for a few times, and suddenly turned his head to Wen Xingze, and shouted, "Brother, will you accompany me to pick? I don't have much knowledge, without you, I'm afraid I wouldn't even pick."

It was a worried look, but he insisted on pretending nothing happened. He only had his senior brother in his eyes, and even Shen Xiu, who was at the side, couldn't attract him any more.

Wen Xingze raised his head, and in his eyes was the somewhat dim Jiange, and the sun with a lot of dust floating through the window.

Both of them left, Shen Xiu watched for a while, then turned to the Pavilion Master and said, "Senior, these disciples are good at fast swords. They are stronger than the opponents I met at that time."

"I am famous for the heavy sword, but I have studied the fast sword for more than ten years. I should give it a try," the pavilion master looked at his disciples. They won and lost, but the pavilion master didn't seem to care about it, just said leisurely, " It wasn't you who made trouble back then, turning Cangjiange into a place like this, where people want to challenge every day, if you don't become stronger, wouldn't things be corrupted by you?"

"The materials for making the red leaves streamer are not yours. Is it natural for me to come to ask for it?" Shen Xiu said indifferently.

"That's not yours either," the pavilion master blew his beard and stared. He still seemed to be brooding over what happened many years ago, "You Shaobei misunderstood someone's grievances and came to fight him. After the defeat, you came to blame him again. Piansheng has won the Twelve Orders, and rumors spread inexplicably that there will be rewards for the challenge of Cangjiange, I just wanted to start a sect, and you disturbed it, and everything was messed up."

"Isn't it good now?" Shen Xiu looked at the swordsmen coming and going, and smiled slightly.

"You Shaobei is not the same kind of person as you, and you shouldn't have had a close friendship with him," the pavilion master seemed to have eased up with that sentence, returning to his smiling and friendly look before, "I really don't know if he knew What would he think if I kept getting in the way after he left the customs, or did you protect him for a while or two?"

"Senior is so old, it's always out of style to be fussy with juniors," Shen Xiu said very directly, but his tone was light and his posture was elegant, as if he was talking about ordinary things, "You Shaobei has his It's rare, but after that night, I have nothing to do with him, and I have no intention of prying into his thoughts."

When Mu Xinghe heard these words, he glanced at Shen Xiu. When he spoke, his expression was also very ordinary, his eyes were like the cool water in a spring morning, looking at the cramped blue sky exposed through the window.

This was a look that meant "it's all over", but Mu Xinghe vaguely remembered the tender look on the night of the Lantern Festival when Shen Xiu talked about him waiting for a friend.

Mu Xinghe thought of his friend, but he thought of another matter. He touched Shen Xiu, scratched his head and said, "Boss, I heard that you are going to involve me in a troublesome matter."

Shen Xiu glanced at him, but the eyes were still gentle, and said: "...The pavilion master has some misunderstandings about the relationship between you and me. Without me, you will have to go through this matter sooner or later."

Mu Xinghe didn't want to play tricks with him, and he didn't even want to ask about troublesome things. The boss is not a person who likes to beat around the bush. He spoke vaguely, that's only because he didn't want to talk about it.The big brother didn't want to say it, he didn't ask, he deduced it himself if possible, this was his dignity of Mu Xinghe.

And now that he came to talk to the boss, he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity with dignity.

In the end, Shen Xiu seemed to have completely seen through his thoughts, and said directly: "Tell me, what do you want to do."

Mu Xinghe grinned and said, "Boss, you are also a master of swordsmanship. Let me tell you about my two friends."

Shen Xiu looked at him in surprise, and seemed to understand instantly, and smiled faintly, with a faint warmth in this smile, which made the boss strangely more like a person.

"I'm different from the pavilion master. I'm not a sword repairer. I use a sword because I happen to know it, and I happen to be able to use it well."

The pavilion master was already watching his disciple practice sword from a distance, and somehow he heard Shen Xiu's words, and said in a rough voice: "Practice your sword well, don't become that kind of shameless person."

Shen Xiu turned a deaf ear to it, and continued: "In the world of sword cultivators, people and swords are one body, the heart is the sword, and the sword is the heart. It is only natural for a sword user to concentrate on his heart. But I am a Taoist cultivator, and the world of Taoist cultivators Among them, whether it is a technique or a sword, or other magic treasures and talismans, it is just a means. Everything serves one's own heart for a different reason. In the eyes of sword repairers, it may be heinous to not concentrate and think too much Unfortunately, the pavilion master is well-informed, and what he said just now was in a very light tone. Although I don’t think it’s a big deal, a qualified sword cultivator must be one-hearted with the sword. His road is very difficult. Maybe it’s more suitable for him to become a Taoist cultivator. He's a little bit smarter."

Mu Xinghe let out an "ah", thoughtfully.

"It's just asking for the truth. Seeking the truth is to clarify your heart. Before you go on, you have to ask where your heart is going; asking is to change your fate against the sky, so a cultivator should not obey fate, no matter which way it is. None of the rules can become a bondage."

Shen Xiu seemed to have finished his words here, he stood up, but bid farewell to Mu Xinghe: "See you by fate."

He didn't know what he did when he came to have a secret talk with the pavilion master. Anyway, it was a matter between the big bosses. Mu Xinghe summed up a rule from the incidents of meeting Shen Xiu these few times: Together they are likely to be dangerous.

He is not afraid of danger, but he also knows how much he is, and he does not intend to forcibly touch things beyond his ability.And he vaguely read from the words of Shen Xiu and the Pavilion Master that they will meet again soon—although they may not be willing to each other, and even have some unlucky meanings, so Shen Xiu will leave as soon as he wants to, Mu Xinghe waved his hand to say goodbye to him, showing no regrets.

Of course, the other people in the Jiange did not give up at all, and even the owner of the pavilion showed a rather disgusting attitude. He treats small shrimps like Mu Xinghe very well, but he only glanced at Shen Xiu and said something lazily It's easy to go.

However, after Shen Xiu took a few steps, he turned around. Mu Xinghe saw the white sunlight with dust lingering in Shen Xiu's too long eyelashes, under which were exceptionally clear and quiet eyes, his outline was flawless as if carved out, Against the light.

"be careful."

He heard Shen Xiu's voice falling in the dusty air.

The author has something to say:

The boss is really offline this time!Welcome to the boss! !

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I suddenly remembered what I wanted to say yesterday.That's right, I originally prepared a real-time status broadcast in my copywriting, and the content is all emoticons.For example, when they didn’t know each other, Mu Xinghe was obsessed with studying.jpg, the boss was who am I and where am I.gif, when they first met, Mu Xinghe was handing tea to the boss.jpg, the boss was wearing sunglasses. .jpg, and then Mu Xinghe tricked the boss and slipped away when he ran away.jpg, the boss is I allow you to run 39 meters first.jpg...

Later, I found out that everyone was basically wap or app, and they couldn't see it... Then this column was cancelled.