The Cang Shu was held horizontally, and Lin Chongyang stroked it with his left hand. Immediately, the fragrance overflowed, and red-gold blood seeped out from the palm, gurgling along the cyan sword body.
Threads of blood, containing extremely powerful vitality, gathered at the tip of the sword.
Zheng——!
With a crisp sword chant, at the same time as Lin Chongyang spoke, a drop of blood penetrated Ming Fuzi's body like lightning.
"You brat, Lao Dian, I'm still very strong, so why do you need to worry about me and waste your energy in vain!
With this in mind, you might as well set the wedding date first so that we can rest assured. "
Wisps of vitality spread to the limbs and bones. Mingfuzi's condition suddenly improved a lot, and his voice became full of vitality. Even the energy and blood that had begun to wither with the aging mentality showed signs of recovery. .
However, it can be seen from his words that Lin Chongyang's actions made him a little angry, and he even used the title that he had not used since he grew up.
It can be seen that a certain principal is indeed as Lin Tianxing said, and has made people worry-free since he was a child.
Hearing this, Lin Chongyang evaded the important and explained: "In the past, I made mistakes, and all the masters and uncles were responsible for me. Now I am on my own, and I hope that I can be considerate for all the masters."
At the same time as he spoke, his left hand also let go of the sword. The two scars on his palm healed quickly, but the blood remaining on the sword was absorbed by the sword.
Theoretically speaking, at Mingfuzi's level, lifespan has become quite long, but as time goes by, people's hearts will always start to age due to various reasons.
When the heart gets old, the Qi and blood will begin to decline, and then the soul and vitality will also begin to decline. Although the natural lifespan of an innate person is very long, the word "old" is unavoidable in life. Fate.
If the whole person is going downhill, no matter how high his level is, he will inevitably be unable to do what he wants.
Lin Chongyang was more willing to take precautions than regret.
"Being able to see you get married and have children is the best thing for us.
The burden on you is already heavy enough. Brother Mu and the others don't want to be a burden to you, so they take the opportunity to make way for the younger generation and retire together.
They also left a house for Lao Dian over there. After Lao Dian brings Huo'er and Wu Shang out for you, he will go and live there. "
Mingfuzi persuaded Lin Chongyang earnestly. This was not only what he wanted to say, but also what others meant.
At their age, they have already lived a long life, and they have no choice but to accept old age. Rather than waiting for themselves to become a burden to future generations, it is better to give way to them. The future of Confucianism will ultimately depend on them.
The two chatted for a while longer. As the Golden Crow sank in the west and the Jade Rabbit rose in the east, the sound of insects also sounded around them.
After returning to the Defeng Ancient Road, Jian Chichi and Jian Wushang were just like other Confucian students. They had their own dormitories. Although they would often come to Haozheng Wudao, the special nature of the Jian Chi Chi Cemetery was destined to not be suitable for the current situation. They live.
No matter which one of them inherits the Qiongxiao Mingshi Sword, before that, they all need to pass the test of benevolence and righteousness in the Holy Burial Bone Forest. For the two of them now, that is still too far away.
Seeing that it was already getting late, Lin Chongyang also said goodbye. The main purpose of his coming to the Jian Tomb was to explain to Master Ming the results of the previous investigation on beheading.
If he takes action himself, the information he finds out will be much more reliable. As for the subsequent sparring and being urged to marry, it is considered a bonus.
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The next day, the morning light opened the curtain of the dark night, and two swords were seen standing crosswise in the center of the courtyard. One was dark red, the other was pale green, bathing together in the early sun.
When Lin Chongyang got up early in the morning, he first lit the Boshan stove on the eucalyptus in the courtyard. The smoke was like purple clouds steaming under the morning light.
Then, while the agarwood lingered, the tea set was prepared, the morning dew was absorbed, and the tea started to be brewed.
While waiting for the tea to boil, he sat quietly in the courtyard, watching the vast sea of clouds and the white clouds and dogs.
Over the years, Lin Chongyang repeated the above actions day after day, almost forming a habit.
The Defeng Ancient Trail is located on a high peak. Although the morning dew and cold air are heavier, the height naturally has its advantages, such as being extremely suitable for viewing.
After three boils and three brews, a cup of hot tea is consumed, and the refreshing aroma of the tea awakens people from memories.
After another breath of turbid breath was slowly exhaled, Lin Chongyang put down the tea cup and began to adjust the strings.
"The mountains are bright, the forest is bright, the dawn bells are ringing, and the sound of praising Confucianism cannot be concealed by the faintness. I live in a lonely place and the things are vast, and there is nothing to do in the dust."
The tinkling music of the piano and the constant flow of birds signify the beginning of a peaceful and soothing day.
A quarter of an hour later, snowflakes fell from the sky, crystal clear, as fluttering as jade butterflies.
In the swirling snow, a blue-and-white figure appeared in the courtyard through the wind and snow. He was tall and slender, with an appearance like snow, as cold as an immortal, and flawless and stunning.
As usual, Ji Wuxia was leaning on the railing, reaching out to take off the wine bag hanging from his waist, listening to the music, half-closing his eyes, and taking a sip of wine from time to time.
Lin Chongyang drank only a handful of times, because in his previous social circle, almost no one drank. On the contrary, Xia Ganxuan's tea-making skills were outstanding.
Later, as he took over as the chief, even if he knew he would not get drunk, he would not take the initiative to drink under normal circumstances. The first time he made an exception was when the army was dismissed.
Correspondingly, Ji Wuxia drank tea very rarely, even though Lin Chongyang made good tea.
When she first came out of the world and killed someone for the first time, she relied on a pot of turbid wine to calm her mind.
From then on, she had long been accustomed to the world, and had many dead souls under her sword, but she was also accustomed to drinking. Although she was not addicted to alcohol, it could still be regarded as a hobby.
The daily life of the two of them is almost like this every day. Ji Wuxia sometimes dances with the sword to entertain, but most of the time is like now, quietly listening to Lin Chongyang playing the piano.
As early as decades ago, he predicted the occurrence of war, and such peaceful years may not last long.
Based on her understanding of him, and on the premise of knowing this matter, once the war breaks out as scheduled, no matter what the reason, he will definitely choose to take a hand.
And with her current strength, she couldn't help him.
After the song ended, Lin Chongyang stood up, first put away the wind in the pine trees, and then moved his palm to take a photo. He saw that the blue book was decomposed into countless holy words day by day, and disappeared among the lines on the Confucian shirt.
Ji Wuxia also hung the wine bag back on his waist and took back the Tairuo Mountain Sword from the courtyard with one move. This scene has happened countless times in the past ten years.
Looking at the person coming towards her, she stood up from the railing, stretched out her hand, and held it together with the outstretched hand.
Next, Ji Wuxia needs to go to Mu Lingfeng's place to study the corresponding courses, while Lin Chongyang needs to go to Cuixin Palace to attend classes.
Day after day, year after year, rain or shine, it has been like this for more than ten years.
