After lunch, Luo Guan returned to the small courtyard next to Dong's house. This was the place where his brother used to start a family. Later, he died while hunting and it was left empty. It was briefly tidied up and used as his temporary residence.
The small courtyard is not big, and the ground has been hammered carefully. Although there are some withered grass in the corners, it seems that Dong Li comes to take care of it from time to time, and the house is still strong and clean.
Two persimmon trees with fallen leaves cuddled up against each other and shivered in the cold wind. Luo Guan sat in the yard, quietly basking in the sun. Yes, there is a sun in this secret realm of Fengshan, and it is brighter than the outside world, but people don't feel much warmth. Instead, they feel bleak and lonely.
"Fengshan ruins...the land of extraordinary spirits...the human race...endless beasts..." Luo Guan was lost in thought for a moment, until there was a soft "click" sound, and the Immortal Killing Sword fell at his feet. He lowered his head and glanced, He said calmly: "Have you noticed it too?"
Buzz——
The Immortal Killing Sword vibrated.
This sword is magical, and it has become one with Luo Guan. The sword is hidden in the storage ring, so it is not affected by the severance of the avenue, but its aura is still absolutely suppressed, leaving only a thin layer of edge covering the sword body.
Luo Guan said softly: "Yes, with such dazzling abilities, how could you not feel anything at all, but in this secret realm of Fengshan, it is not only the avenue of heaven and earth that has been cut off, but also everyone in it... "
There was a burst of cheerful footsteps, and Luo Guan looked up. Dong Ping kicked his short legs and ran over happily, "Sir, sir, the persimmons before winter are so soft and sweet, my mother asked me to give them to you." Let me give you a taste." As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the Zhuxian Sword at Luo Guan's feet, feeling a little unable to walk.
Luo Guan waved, and when Dong Ping came closer, he took the persimmons. They were red and had a hint of sweetness. He recalled a winter when he was practicing martial arts when he was a child. Once he was so painful that he couldn't help crying. Uncle Ku also gave him a few persimmons, and he ate them. Very sweet.
After tasting one, Luo Guan closed his eyes, chewed and savored the taste. It seemed to be the same taste, but it seemed to be different.
Does it feel like home? Maybe, probably not long ago, Luo Guan felt desperate for a moment after learning about the existence of "demon nature", and his mind was touched. Now he has become a little sentimental.
"Do not move."
He didn't open his eyes, but he noticed Dong Ping's movements. He was secretly reaching out to touch a Zhuxian Sword.
Dong Ping blushed when he was discovered. He whispered: "I don't want to steal it, I just want to touch it... This is a sword, right? Uncle Liu's house at the entrance of the village also has one, but the sword is broken. It’s cut, and it’s all black, not as pretty as you, sir.”
Luo Guan opened his eyes, "You think it's beautiful?"
"Well, it's not only beautiful, but also very close. Just like the rhubarb that my family used to raise. It was very obedient and liked to play with me since it was a child. But then it ran away from the village and never came back."
Buzz——
The Immortal Killing Sword roared!
You boy, are you comparing me to a dog? It's a shame that I came out specifically to see you.
Dong Ping's eyes widened with excitement, "Sir! This sword screamed... It seemed unhappy and dissatisfied that I compared it with Ah Huang... But I didn't disrespect it, Ah Huang is my best Friend, I just feel like this sword is also like my friend."
Luo Guan glanced at him and reached out to grab the Zhuxian Sword, "You are too young to hold it. I promised you a gift before. Since you like swords so much, I will help you make a wooden sword. .”
He walked to the corner of the yard, where some wood had been piled up, because the layer of frost covering the surface in the shadows had not yet melted away. He reached out and took out one of the pieces that was long, short, straight and appropriate, and shook it gently to disperse the frost.
Buzz——
Luo Guan drew his sword in his hand and saw a bright dazzling light. He couldn't help but smile a little. This guy usually looked dark and full of gaps. Only when he tried his best to attack with all his strength, he could not help but smile. He would show his strongest state, but now he is carrying the heavy pressure of cutting off the avenue and showing his full strength.
How childish.
But doesn’t this show that Dong Ping is extraordinary? The edge of Luo Guan's sword fell, and the wood was easily split. Soon a prototype of a wooden sword appeared. It was shorter than the Zhuxian Sword, but it was more suitable for Dong Dong now.
Ping to master.
After polishing it carefully and removing the thorny wood stubble on the surface, a wooden sword was ready. Luo Guan put the sword back into its sheath and said, "Dong Ping, here is this for you."
Dong Ping looked excited and bowed seriously before taking it with both hands, "Thank you, sir! I like this wooden sword very much!"
He used to have a similar wooden sword, which his father made for him. He was very happy to get it and ran to compete with his friends. However, it broke within a few days. He cried miserably at that time.
"The wooden sword that the master gave me has extraordinary significance. I must keep it well and never let it break again."
Luo Guan glanced at Dong Ping's cautious and happy expression, and said calmly: "Don't cherish it. Although it is a wooden sword, it is not easy to break. You can wear it in the future."
After a slight pause, "This sword was given to me by me. It has a name and you are its owner. It is up to you to take it."
Dong Ping was startled, what name? He had never thought that a wooden sword could have its own name. He soon became excited and walked back and forth happily, "What should you call it? I can't think of it. Sir, what is the name of your sword?"
Luo Guan shook his head, "It's up to you to name your sword. It's your own business. Don't refer to anyone else, and there's no need to be rigid. You can call it whatever you want."
Dong Ping thought for a moment, "Rhubarb? It's my last friend. I think about it all the time... Now I feel like it's back, so just call it rhubarb, okay?"
Luo Guan smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's call it Dahuang."
Under the pale, powerless and unwarm light, a faint halo flashed across the surface of the wooden sword named Dahuang.
It passed so quickly that Dong Ping didn't notice it at all. Maybe even if he looked directly at it, he wouldn't notice anything. He just felt that the sword was closer and seemed to be a little heavier.
Dong Ping just thought it was an illusion and didn't care. He raised his wooden sword and chopped a few times in the courtyard. "Sir, I want to take it home and ask my father to make a wooden scabbard for me, and then ask my mother to sew it for me." A cloth bag, I will always carry it with me from now on."
During dinner, Dong Li specifically mentioned the wooden sword given by Luo Guan and solemnly expressed his gratitude to him.
Dong's wife looked at her son who was smiling happily and started to swing his sword again as he ran into the yard after the meal and nodded her head.
Both husband and wife had touched the wooden sword. It was obviously an ordinary piece of wood, but they always felt different when they held it in their hands. They couldn't tell and didn't say much. They just showed more respect for Luo Guan.
"It's nothing, it's just a small gift for Dong Ping. This is all I can do now." Luo Guan took a sip of rice wine. It was slightly sour and astringent in the mouth, with the fragrance and sweetness of glutinous rice, and fell into his stomach along the mouthpiece. Exudes a touch of warmth.
He looked at the couple opposite, smiled slightly, and said, "Luo will be leaving tomorrow. Thank you for your hospitality these two days."
Dong Li was startled, "Ah, you have just arrived, are you leaving? You might as well stay for a few more days, just to rest for a while."
Luo Guan shook his head, "There are other things."
Dong Li stopped persuading him and turned to his wife: "Go get some dried meat and prepare dry food and water. Tomorrow I will find some companions from the village to escort you to the town."
"No need." Luo Guan waved his hand, "I will leave early tomorrow morning. There may be heavy snow tonight, so you don't have to get up early to see me off."
After that, he stood up and said goodbye to his family. Dong Ping waved his hands behind him, "Sir, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll ask my mother to cook it for you... Also, can you still tell the stories outside during the day?" Do you want to continue talking to me?"
Luo Guan paused for a moment without looking back, "There will be a chance."
Sure enough, it snowed heavily that night, bending the treetops and branches, and the sky and the earth were completely white. When he opened the door, the cold wind blew up the snow foam and went straight into people's necks. Dong Li shrank subconsciously, turned around and said, "Close the door quickly. Go back to bed. After I send your husband to the town, if it gets too late today, I will be back before sunset tomorrow."
Dong's wife was wrapped in a cotton coat and tightened the dry food and water bags around her husband's body. "Well, tell your husband, if the weather is bad, we will leave two days later. It's hard to see the road with the snow blocking the mountains." She was a little worried about her husband's safety, so she couldn't go out in the snow.
Not a good choice.
Dong Li nodded and said nothing, but he knew in his heart that he knew it would snow last night, so how could he change his decision today. He stepped on the thick snow up to his calves and walked to the small courtyard next to him. He didn't see any lights, so he probably hadn't gotten up yet.
"Sir, sir! Are you still going out today? If you want to go, we should leave."
After shouting a few times, there was no response. Dong Li entered the small courtyard and shouted a few more times in front of the house. His expression changed slightly and he pushed the door in. After lighting the oil lamp, he saw that the bed had been neatly made away. Where was the sir?
Did he leave early when it snowed last night? But it was such a dark snowy night, and my husband didn’t know his way around. What if something happened? Dong Li looked anxious, turned around and was about to chase him out, but as if he thought of something, he walked to the folded bed, stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that the quilt was still warm!
Dong Li was stunned. It was such a cold day that the quilt would get cold soon after people left. The warmth showed that the husband had left not long ago. But when he entered the small courtyard, he could see clearly that there was snow falling in the yard and there were no footprints at all. .
Afraid that he might not look carefully, he returned to the door. Sure enough, there was only his solitary footprint in the courtyard.
"Sir... are you really... the legendary god?"
Dong's wife was startled when she heard the sound of the door opening. When she saw that it was her husband, she looked confused, "Why are you back? Did your husband decide not to leave?"
Dong Li's face was a bit complicated, a mixture of awe and anxiety, "Sir, he's gone."
"Gone?" Dong's wife was surprised. She looked at the snow-capped mountains outside, and then at her husband in front of her. She wanted to ask something but was interrupted by Dong Li with a wave of his hand. "Don't ask about your husband's affairs from now on. Can my family have a good relationship with him?" The friendship we have had over the past two days has been a great blessing."
Dong's wife nodded thoughtfully, "I'm afraid Dong Ping will wake up at dawn. How should I explain to him?"
Dong Li thought for a while and said softly: "Sir, I promised to continue telling stories to Ping'er. He should come back, but I don't know how long it will be..."
While the couple was silent, Luo Guan had arrived outside a large city. With a slogan, the city gate slowly opened to both sides.
