On the way back, the young man was in front, and the young man was behind. The young man was obviously worried, and his brows were tightly knitted with worry. The old man seemed to have settled his worries, and his steps were free and easy, and he was no longer as solemn as before.
"Old man, may I ask how many years have you been fasting?" The young man did not look back.
"It's been a long time, I can't remember." The old man replied casually, raising his long snow-white eyebrows and looking at the young man's back with interest. The young man's white clothes were hanging crookedly on his shoulders, and the undried water dripped from the white clothes and along his spine. Winding straight down, slowly moistening the juvenile patch short brown.
The young man turned around and smiled, "I practiced swordsmanship along the way, cutting through the forest and clearing grass. The sword is a bit dull. I'm going to find a bluestone with a smooth surface to sharpen my sword. My husband will go first. I'll drink some more until evening. There's a bowl of porridge cooked by my father-in-law." The young man drew his sword and walked to a relatively flat boulder on the edge of the path. He poured the water from his white clothes on the long sword and sharpened it carefully.
Shang Qi's jurisdiction over weapons is slightly looser, and there are countless people who wear swords. Most of the reasons are due to the good relations between the three countries in the west. The official road was opened and completed a few years ago. Qi Yizhang's business travelers can pass unimpeded, and it is like a river flowing back and forth. , it was very lively, porcelain, cloth, grain, jewelry, silk, silk and satin, large and small cars were rushing in the official road, merchants were making a lot of money, and everyone was happy. But there is a unique point. When entering and exiting the country through the official route, you need to pay 10% of the estimated value of the goods to be transported. For wealthy businessmen with strong family backgrounds, this 10% benefit is that rare goods have a price but no market, and this is a small profit. In their opinion, it is insignificant, but for small businessmen and hawkers, it is not worth the money. Therefore, in order to save profits or do not want to lose money, merchants are still willing to take risks and climb through hundreds of thousands of mountain roads until they reach Qiling.
As merchants defend themselves and knights increase in number, naturally there are more swords and more weapons. However, the grindstones for sharpening weapons are firmly in the hands of the government and counties at all levels. Therefore, most people sharpen their swords casually on the roadside. Find a flat stone, water the sword body, and slowly sharpen the edge of the sword. After rough polishing, leave it until your free time to wrap the sword body with a wallet full of fine sand, and polish it carefully again. Only then can you truly complete the sharpening process. process. Therefore, this is an essential skill for those who travel in the world of martial arts.
Seeing this scene, the old man's expression remained unchanged, and he walked leisurely and leisurely towards the north, but his pace was much slower than before, as if he wanted to wait for the young man to finish sharpening his sword and accompany him back to his thatched cottage. The young man behind him sharpened his sword at an extremely fast speed. The blade of the sword came into contact with the rocks, causing gravel to splash and spurt, and the sound of friction was loud and clear.
In less than ten breaths, the young man finished sharpening his sword. He put on his white clothes and put the sword into its sheath. The sword was still warm. At this time, the old man had only taken ten steps or so, with his hands behind his back, quite leisurely. Yun Zhong silently closed his eyes and suddenly ran wildly. After running in the mountains many times, Yun Zhong's leg strength was naturally not what it used to be. He slipped and even rolled down the rugged mountain road countless times. His body was bruised and his clothes and belt were damaged. It was not without effect. Just ten steps away in front of him, the young man flashed past. Like thunder.
The young man drew his sword while running wildly, and climbed up the stairs with the light of the sword. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly felt the murderous intention. He climbed the stairs without any results for many days. The long-suffering bottleneck was like a river bursting its banks, and the silver bottle was flowing out like a sudden release. The murderous intention and the The force penetrates the arm, penetrates the hilt of the sword, and then connects to the blade.
Rejoice.
But the expected scene did not appear. The old man was still the same old man, still strolling towards the thatched cottage, as if he really wanted to go back to make porridge, cut two fresh side dishes, and entertain the master and apprentice.
The sword was moving too fast, and it would be too late to warn him at this time. The young man used brute force to forcefully adjust his wrist and arm, trying to take back the sword that was so close to the stairs. Just accept it? Yunzhong only felt severe pain in his wrist, and his arms were also trembling. In the process of swordsmanship, those who are well versed in this art believe that it is more difficult to retract a sword than to draw it out. It is even more difficult to hang an antelope's horns without being affected by the shock. The young man's sword practice is full of time, but only a few months. , even if the talent is not very important, diligence and practice are the most important in the art, and there are people who can achieve it overnight, but after all, they are rare, and it is difficult to meet ordinary people. At the moment, the young man could barely hold back his sword. However, his entire right arm was sore and numb, and his veins and tendons were damaged. It was extremely difficult to raise his arm to hold the sword back. Fortunately, the sword never hit the old man's back, which was dangerous. He opened a corner of his clothes.
"Why don't you chop it down." Old Ye Gujing Wubo turned around slowly and looked at the sweating young man who was sitting on the ground and hugging his right arm. There seemed to be no unexpected surprise in his tone, but more like surprise. Why did the young man put away his sword at the risk of stretching his muscles? In his opinion, a charlatan is just a charlatan, and he can kill people with no more than a nod of his head. Now that the nine countries are peaceful and peaceful, he can just run out of a country and wander around for a few years, and the matter will be settled. Unless the crime is extremely heinous, otherwise How could the government find so much energy to take care of an insignificant gangster? Therefore, I am particularly surprised by this contradictory behavior of the young man. Snakes and the like are extremely sensitive to disturbances. Moreover, he has now achieved a small level of cultivation and is in the realm of virtual thoughts. His perception of murderous intent is extremely strong. Just now, he clearly felt that the young man's sword had the intention of killing him, but it was difficult to understand why he didn't kill him.
"I'm not a bad person. I was wrong for doing this." The young man with pain in his right arm gritted his teeth and stood up, bowing to apologize without any explanation. "Not a bad guy? Then tell me, where did the Panshanyao card come from? And how did you find out that there was something wrong with my real body?" The old snake became more and more interested and asked.
"This junior has never thought about the Panshanyao Card. I don't even know its origin. But as for how to identify its true identity, senior may not have discovered it yet."
"The first half of the story told by senior sounded free and happy, but in the second half, when the woman was mentioned, senior's eyes..." When the young man said this, he raised a finger of his left hand on his left hand a little shamelessly. In the middle of his eyes, he smiled, and inadvertently stretched his muscles with his right arm again. For a moment, it was neither crying nor laughing.
As for the previous sword strike, the young man really felt guilty about it. Why did he suddenly get angry? It was because in the biography of heroes he had read, there was a picture of a snake that transformed into a demon and took the form of a human being. It did not show its appearance at ordinary times, only before it became angry or cannibalistic. His eyes turned into snake eyes and his pupils stood up. Reconnecting with the old man's gloomy words before, the young man had never been so scared in his life, so he went up the stairs with all his strength.
"Then let me ask you again, why did you sheath your sword?" Now that his true identity has been seen through, Zhu Yeqing no longer needs to pretend to be an old man in the mountains, his eyes twinkling.
"Maybe it's because my husband treats me and my master well, maybe... or because the porridge cooked by my husband is delicious?" It was hard to figure out the reason. The young man scratched his head and giggled. Zhuyeqing looked at the young man's stupid and rough appearance and also became happy.
He thought, a god is a god, he has an interesting and good apprentice.
At this time, Wu Shuang in the thatched hut was drinking a little wine, raising his legs, swinging his head and humming an opera, and suddenly stopped when he reached the final scene.
"Nonsense, how could my apprentice be so boring?"
He curled his lips and took another sip of wine.
