"I'll give you a day off, kid. Although you have to practice hard and don't slack off, you also need to take a proper rest." Ta Ling suddenly said to Liu Wei, who was about to turn around.
"Hey, Xiaota, I didn't realize that you are quite cute!" Liu Wei chuckled, and suddenly said such a sentence, which made Ta Ling unable to deal with it.
Ta Ling's already dark face suddenly looked even darker. He was silent for a moment, then his eyes were firm and he said with a serious expression: "You can call me tall, you can call me handsome, you can call me awesome, you can call me awesome, but please don't call me cute. I am an adult. , has nothing to do with cuteness, thank you!"
Liu Wei ignored Xiaota's shameless appearance. In fact, he is just as shameless and shameless as Xiaota. Regarding the young man's neglect, Ta Ling did not pursue the matter. He waved his hand with a dark face, and Xiao Ta rushed out of the ground and appeared in the abyss, and he himself disappeared.
He originally wanted to let this boy go play outside for a day, but you made me unhappy, so I will throw you into this abyss and you can do what you want. Anyway, I did what I said, and I let you out without breaking my promise. . It's just Ta Ling's thoughts at this time.
After Liu Wei watched the small tower disappear, he came outside with a thought. The small tower turned into a black light and submerged into the young man's sea of consciousness, floating quietly.
There was no one around the abyss, and the occasional chirping of insects and birds could be heard.
At this time, the abyss can still smell the earthy smell brought by the heavy rain. The young man just stood in the sun, feeling the vegetation, insects and birds around him. Looking at the bones of unknown creatures scattered on the ground, he no longer felt the creepy feeling he had before, and he no longer felt that this place was eerie. Maybe it's because the sun is shining brightly now, or maybe it's because he has experienced five years in the tower and his state of mind has been sublimated.
The young man didn't delve into why the change from front to back was so obvious. He just stood there with his body straight, like a sharp sword. The sun shone on his face, making his facial features more obvious. There were still nipple hairs on his young face, with sharp edges and corners, and a high bridge of his nose.
The young man raised his head and glanced at the endless abyss, took a deep breath, and sighed in his heart: Alas! This old bastard is so petty that he actually holds a grudge just for a joke. Throw this to me and let me play with these bones? I'm playing with you, you big-headed ghost!
After scolding Xiaota a hundred and eighty thousand times in his heart, he moved his hand and a sword appeared in his hand.
This sword was the Earth-level Spirit Sword given to him by Lao Wang. The sword was less than three feet long and a little more than two fingers wide. There were two small characters "Fulu" engraved on the hilt. Although the earth-level spiritual weapon has given birth to spiritual intelligence, the spiritual intelligence is like that of a three-year-old child, which is not yet able to speak, and does not have the ability to separate from the body like the spirit of a high-level spiritual weapon. The holder can only control it with his mind and make it work for him/herself. Although it is not as powerful as high-level spiritual weapons, it is fortunately easy to control.
Looking at the Fulu Sword in front of him and thinking about the weapon spirit, Liu Wei had many thoughts in his mind.
Nothing in the world is perfect. A tree of one foot must have knots, and a jade of one inch must have flaws. The sky is cloudy and sunny, and the moon waxes and wanes. Things are like this, how can people be embarrassed? Joys and sorrows are the normal state of life, and nothing is ever the same.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
Almost at the same moment, two loud sword sounds resounded under the abyss and then rushed into the sky. One is the sound of the Fulu Sword's sword, and the other is the sound of the Slaughter Sword's sword. Liu Wei's moment of open-mindedness led to an improvement in his state of mind, and his swordsmanship went up to another level, reaching Jianxu.
Inside the tower, the tower spirit looked at the young man standing outside under the abyss and murmured to himself: "Should I say you are gifted? Or are you blessed with deep blessings? Looking at the broken sword, it broke through again. What a piece of shit luck!”
Liu Wei himself did not expect that after practicing in the tower for three years, his swordsmanship level had not improved, but he broke through after standing here for a moment. This may be the so-called epiphany. The young man shook his head and smiled, without much joy.
It’s absolutely true that sword cultivation cultivates the mind. Hundreds of years of hard work may not necessarily yield results, but one day of enlightenment will definitely yield results. This does not mean that swordsmen do not need to practice hard. To practice hard is to cultivate skills, fighting methods, and mental perseverance; while enlightenment is to realize the sublimation of the state of mind and the transformation of thoughts.
With a thought, the Fulu Sword flew to his feet. The young man raised his feet and stood on it. A sword clang sounded, followed by a flash of sword light.
Before the sword path breaks through to the Jianxu Realm, he will definitely not be able to fly out of the 100,000-foot abyss with his sword. No matter the flight height or flight time, he will not be able to fly out. At this time, he had a breakthrough in swordsmanship and his mind had undergone earth-shaking changes. Every difference in the realm of swordsmanship and the strength of one's mind are vastly different. At this time, his mind was more than a thousand times stronger than before the breakthrough.
Previously, the maximum height he could reach with his sword was one hundred feet, and the time he could wield his sword was a quarter of an hour. Now the height of his sword control can reach 100,000 feet, the time he can control the sword can reach three hours, and the speed of his sword control is several times that of before.
The young man stood on the Fulu Sword and looked at the abyss mountain wall passing quickly in front of him. The mountain wall stands straight from bottom to top, as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut open by a sharp blade. Before, he thought about flying with his sword for a while, finding a place to rest on the cliff for a while and then flying. Now it seems that he has thought too much. There is no place to stay on this cliff. Even birds that are good at climbing the cliff cannot catch it. No wonder there are so many bones below. If you can't fly out of this abyss in one go, you can only wait for death down there. Fortunately, he encountered a small tower, otherwise even if he didn't fall to death, he would be trapped below and die.
At this time, the flying sword was rising faster than the speed at which he fell. He could feel a huge push coming from under his feet, pushing him upwards rapidly. For about half an hour, the young man's sword stopped on the abyss. Then he looked around, and after identifying the direction, he turned into a sword light and disappeared into the sky. The direction he flew to was the Liu family.
A sword light accompanied by a figure landed at the original gate of the Liu family. At this time, the Liu family was in ruins, and all the houses and buildings were burned to ashes by the fire. It seems that the two men in black came back and set fire to the corpse and destroyed all traces.
The young man looked at the ruins, tears quietly falling from the corners of his eyes. He knelt down outside the gate, kowtowed three times inside, then got up and left. After a while, he walked into the ruins carrying a jar that was as thick as a person and half as tall as a person. He just used his hands to put the ashes from the ruins into the jar bit by bit, and then carried the jar and sword to the place where his brother Liu Fu blew himself up.
He gently placed the jar into the big pit, then, kneeling there, he picked up the surrounding soil bit by bit with both hands, and slowly sprinkled it on the jar. As time went by, after two hours, the jars were all buried. At this time, his hands were bloody and bloody, and the blood was dripping, staining the soil in front of the small mound in front of him red, and he seemed to be unconscious.
The young man stood up slowly and walked to a huge rock not far behind him with his sword in hand.
laugh! laugh! laugh! A few swords fell, and a stone tablet was cut from the boulder. The stone tablet was more than three feet high, less than two feet wide, and half a foot thick.
The young man raised the Fulu Sword in his hand, and the sword exuded fierce sword intent. The sword light danced, and after a soft sound, two lines of words "Tomb of the Liu Family - Unworthy Descendant Liu Wei" appeared on the stone tablet.
Liu Wei carried the tombstone to the mound, placed it heavily in front of the mound, then raised his hand and slapped the top of the tombstone, causing the tombstone to sink a foot into the ground. The young man knelt in front of the tombstone again, kneeling silently.
After kneeling for a while, Liu Wei suddenly arrived: "Xiaota, do you have any wine?"
The tower spirit did not respond, but a jar of wine slowly floated out from the small tower in his sea of consciousness and landed in front of the young man. The young man lifted the wine jar, opened the cork, poured the wine jar half a circle in front of the tombstone, and then took a swig.
After just one gulp, Liu Wei's entire face turned red instantly, and he coughed violently.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
After coughing for a while, Liu Wei took a sip of wine and felt much better this time. After all, Liu Weichang has never drunk alcohol at this age. This is the first time for an older girl to get into a sedan chair. Naturally, I choked on the first bite.
Liu Wei just drank wine one mouthful at a time, and after a while, he became drunk.
The drunken Liu Wei is really hard to describe. Sometimes he cried, sometimes he laughed, and he muttered some nonsense. He couldn't hear a word clearly. But he was still drinking while crying and laughing, and finally he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
It was already late at night, and the sky was filled with stars. On a late autumn night, in the desolate mountains, the wind brought a bit of coolness, and the rustling of leaves could be heard nearby. The young man lay on the dirt floor, curling up as if he felt cold. From behind the hills in the distance, there were occasional wolf howls. A mouse came out of nowhere and smelled the smell and came to Liu Wei. Just as he was about to lick the spilled wine, he was frightened by the young man who suddenly murmured something and ran away instantly.
The boy lay like this all night in front of the tombstone. In his sleep, he dreamed of his grandfather, brother, and uncles and aunts. Liu Wei's face was filled with a sweet smile, but there were still tears in the corners of his eyes that had not been blown away by the cool breeze. A cluster of quiet will-o'-the-wisps was blown far away by the wind and disappeared into the night of the mountains.
The sun's rays at eight or nine in the morning shone warmly on the young man's cheeks, and he slowly opened his eyes. He didn't cry anymore, got up, knelt down and kowtowed three times again, and then said: "Grandpa, brother, uncles and aunts, rest in peace, I will avenge you!"
After the words fell, the young man stood up, without melancholy or sadness.
He raised his head and glanced at the sun, which was still slowly climbing up. A sword light flashed past, and the young man appeared in the sky with his sword. As the sword light got farther and farther, the boy finally turned into a black dot and disappeared into the distance.
In the same place, there is a lonely grave, a tombstone, and a wisp of sword intent.
