If you have been tired for a long time, you should sleep peacefully for a long time and sleep naturally and soundly.
Especially those soldiers of the defeated army who were in turmoil, and the anxious merchants who were traveling in various industries, did not ask for bedding, even if they were on a bumpy horseback, they could still take a few naps.
The bones and muscles were damaged, and the limbs and limbs were all broken, which made people droop their eyelids.
Yun Zhong had injured his muscles and bones at this moment, and the eight extra meridians all over his body were blocked. Logically speaking, the top priority was to get a full night's sleep. But things didn't go as planned. He returned to his room from the city lord's mansion in Yun Zhong and slept very poorly.
It turned out that there was always someone whispering something in his ear in the haze. Although he couldn't hear it clearly, the nagging sound always lingered in his ears, making the young man tire of it and couldn't help but open his eyes.
There is still a desert city in front of us. It is clearly a piece of foothills with extremely beautiful scenery. The forests are gradually rising and the paths in the mountains are undulating. On the canopy of the tree, pink and white flowers are blooming, scattered and undulating, like a light pink fan fluttering in the hand of an courtean, from light to thick, like a piece of Nanli girl's small sleeves and Luo Shang blooming in the mountains, with her slim waist and swaying people. It's hard to move your eyes away even a little bit.
There are small villages dotted at the foothills, with thatched huts covered with moss, smoke from cooking smoke entering the clouds, and the wings of the nose fluttering. In an instant, the taste of earth pours into the internal organs, and the smoke carries the fragrance of flowers, giving rise to an inexplicable sense of remoteness and freedom.
The end is the abode of gods.
A man with a sword appeared in front of the young man.
Somehow, the young man asked the man carrying the sword what the sword's intention was, but he didn't expect the man to point the sword behind his back and say that this was the sword's intention.
The young man asked what he should do if his realm was low and his appearance was unsatisfactory.
The man smiled and said, so what if the meridians are narrow and messy, and it will hinder your sword practice? The dragon strengthens the muscles and the tiger strengthens the bones. Now that we have a sword at hand, why not use the energy of the sword to temper the meridians and make them tough and generous?
Further back, in the misty dream, a sword soared into the air and walked through the clouds until it submerged into the ninth level of the sky.
The sword body is as clear as a lake blue, with countless gold spots on it.
Just like the blue color of the lake in autumn, reflected in the yellow leaves of the autumn trees on both sides of the lake.
The young man is fascinated.
The man asked the boy if he wanted it.
The young man shook his head and nodded again.
Just as there is no old farmer in the world who does not love scalpers, there is no swordsman in the world who does not love swords.
"It's fate that we meet each other, and I'm sending you this gift. I think the young man recommended by the old ghost must have a trace of the cool and unrestrained fairy spirit of my youth." The man with the sword in his life has a face as beautiful as jade, and is extremely elegant, but at this moment, he is... He scratched his chest and squeezed his eyes at the young man.
Unexpectedly, the young man didn't give him any face, and lay down on the ground, "Senior, please don't tease me. There are no ghosts and gods in the world, it's just in a dream. Even if I have the heart to accept the sword with dignity, I will wake up from the dream." , but it’s still a futile effort, so why bother picking it up?”
Perhaps surprised by the young man's indifference, the man also lay on the ground with the young man, raised his voice slightly and asked, "Is it possible that you are a saint who has rejuvenated his youth?"
The young man didn't know why, so he only asked with his eyes.
"If you are not a saint, how can you know that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, and how can you push the blessings and luck that are about to come so far." The man casually picked up a ball of fragrant flowers and plants in his mouth. Maybe the flowers had thorns at the roots and he was busy. It came out of his mouth with a look of disgrace on his face.
"Senior doesn't look like a ghost."
"Well, being glib is not bad at all."
The handsome man laughed and said, "It seems that the old ghost is not lying this time. Your temperament is very similar to mine, but you are still not greedy enough."
You know, this man was the greedy ancestor who took advantage of the world.
"It's a pity that someone was able to get there first and introduce him to the sect." This handsome man from the God of Wind changed his words and said with emotion.
Then the young man felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. He could clearly feel that he was in a dream at this moment, but he fell asleep again.
Just like Huang Liang dreaming of Huang Liang.
But in the young man's meridians, there is no reason for the iron horse to step on the glacier.
In the city lord's mansion, the old man was sitting cross-legged and meditating. It seemed that the lord of the city had no other preference except storytelling.
"Is the old man still alive?" A young man with a very good appearance came around from behind the old man and knocked on the old man's head with a playful smile, as if he was testing an unknown watermelon.
This man was very familiar with himself. He casually grabbed a futon and threw it next to the old man. He sat down and brushed the wet soil hanging on the outside of his robe. Most likely by accident, he shook a handful of wet soil onto the old man's shoes. noodle.
The old man was unmoved and slowly opened his mouth and asked, "How about that kid?"
As soon as the young man heard this, he immediately became excited and shouted, "That's quite the right temper. In terms of talent in cultivation, he is a little worse than me. I don't have to worry about his talent in my skills." If he is humble, then he is extremely talented."
At this time, the old man was a little stunned. He no longer looked at the dust that the young man had dusted off when he slapped his thigh, and said with interest, "Who among the cultivators of our generation doesn't know your stupid and stupid talent? It's enough." It took me fifteen years to reach the second level. It’s not an exaggeration to call it the best in the world of cultivation. If I’m worse than you, then it’s just a piece of shit.”
"You old man, it's not a hero to expose your old man."
"Old scoundrel."
"I'll stab you to the core with my sword."
"I'll slap you to pieces."
The young man suddenly smiled, his expression full of comfort.
A hundred years later, it would be a blessing to still be able to scold this old bastard a few times.
The old man finished laughing and scolding, narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man and asked, "How bad is it?"
"The difference is as big as it is. No matter how high or low the realm of others is, the meridians are generally the same. But this kid's meridians are as numerous as a hair on an ox. They should have been condensed into one big meridians, but in his body they turned into countless small and miscellaneous meridians, and they were arranged in rows. The cloth is messy and messy, it's really bad." The young man also sighed, and even more confused: How did the young man reach the first level with such poor talent and meridians distribution? Back then, if God had given him the eight extraordinary meridians in his body, it would have been difficult for him to enter cultivation. At most, he would have been an ordinary swordsman in the world, and he would be hacked to death one day, let alone climb up the stairs.
It is difficult to practice, let alone create a famous martial art.
"It doesn't matter what adventures there are if you don't guarantee everything." The old man's voice gradually became deeper and his expression became more lonely.
From ancient times to the present, how many people in the world can understand the arrangement of meridians at a glance.
This old friend of his was probably destined to never reappear in the world since the five hundred sword energy disappeared.
"The futon is already very old, and so am I. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to make any close friends again." The old man is indeed wrinkled, and the old futon on the ground will eventually turn into a handful of wood ash.
"Old Ruan, if I had known this, why bother in the first place?"
The young man smiled, threw the long sword on his back out the door, and bowed slowly to the old man.
A bow to the ground.
"People of my generation, even if they are struck by hammers, thunder and chisels, will not be able to bend their backs. I consider my life to be open-minded and carefree, but I just don't want to see stains on the history of the Qing Dynasty."
"Old man, remember to ask that boy to send you letters from time to time so that I can see them." The young man took a step and left, gradually disappearing between heaven and earth.
"take care."
The young man who was far away turned over, scratched his belly gently, and then fell asleep.
Although there is no sword that reaches the sky, there are thousands of lights coming into the dream.
(Suddenly there was a power outage in the community, and my phone only had a little power left. I won’t change it anymore. I’ll post it as soon as possible. It’s getting hot. TAT)
