While everyone was still waiting for their thoughts, Yun Zhong had already mastered a set of sword moves. However, although it is a set of sword moves, it is mixed with other sword moves. For example, the narrow sword style of the middle-aged kendo master in the earth building on the border of Yizhang, the flowing sword posture of the old man just now, Even Tang Bufeng's sword skills were imitated by the young man and he performed them one by one. Although they were only superficial, in the eyes of an outsider, they were still powerful.
After a sword journey, the young man felt more and more comfortable with the new sword in his hand, with nothing unsatisfactory about it. He didn't know if it was because of the few drops of Lancang water attached to the sword that the cold light flashed when he swung it. After being moved, the sword body can drain out a lot of clear water on its own, and flow along the blood groove of the sword body, which is extremely magical.
Yun Zhong was already a little bit of a swordsman, but when he saw the good long sword in his mouth, he couldn't move forward, so he always had to feast his eyes on it, so he left with a look of reluctance. This good sword made by the old man, It's obviously very close to my heart.
However, the passers-by on both sides of the Taiwan Strait were not satisfied with their eyesight. There were also many men with some basic knowledge who kept applauding and clamoring for the young man to make more moves, but they were still reluctant to leave.
"Everyone, please calm down, please allow me, my senior brother, to say something disappointing." The scholar silently moved the bamboo chair to the door of the blacksmith shop and straightened it, then clasped his fists and saluted everyone, and said with a gentle smile, "My junior brother and I are waiting here for the sword. Okay, I have been standing here for several hours since the sky first dawned. It’s not that I want to make you look bad, but I am really a little tired. If you still want to see my junior brother handling the sword, you have a long way to go, so please invite me now. Let the two of us go back to our residence to rest for a while, and it won’t be too late to show off our shame later.”
Liu Qing's words were very measured. They didn't sound like they were spoken by a scholar, but rather were spoken by those who make a living by showing off their skills and acting. They were so reckless that even the young man was surprised. She closed her sword and looked in the direction of her senior brother.
Seeing that the words had been spoken, most of the people in Qinshui Town were not unreasonable and reckless people. Their words were very sincere and they did not mean to shirk. They went back to their residence to rest for a while. They could not force them to stay, so they praised them again. A few famous young heroes also dispersed one after another.
The scholar walked up to the young man and without even waiting for the young man to speak, he grabbed the new sword with his hands and said in a very stern tone, "Junior brother, I feel happy after getting the sword. This book is correct, but I can't believe it." As a swordsman, don't get carried away."
Yun Zhong was stunned for a moment, then timidly followed his elder brother's gaze to look at his palm, and he was immediately surprised.
There is still half a piece of good meat in the young man's palm.
After suffering for three days in the furnace fire, the pain he suffered was transmitted to the young man's body through the sword furnace as thick as an arm. There was no difference in other realms, but the palm of his hand had been dug into pieces by his fingers. At first glance, Underneath, it looked like he had been bitten by a monster dog with huge, jagged teeth, and the bones were deep in the wound.
The scholar's eyebrows were clustered very tightly, and looking at the miserable condition of his junior brother's hands dripping with blood, the originally long eyebrows shrunk extremely short in an instant.
"Thank you, Junior Brother." On the Long Street in the setting sun, the tall scholar took out a handkerchief from his arms, tore it into two pieces without hesitation, then took the young man's hands and bandaged them gently.
The energy and spirit were drawn into the fire, and the physical body should have stayed where it was, with all five senses lost. However, my little junior brother dug his fingers firmly into the palm of his hand. How much pain did he endure in the furnace for three days? , even Liu Qing couldn't estimate it for a while.
"Let's go back, let's go back and rest." The scholar weighed the sword and smiled at Yunzhong, "The sword is not bad. You need to practice more diligently in the future, so as not to bring shame to this sword."
It was still early morning when the two of them left the inn. When they returned, it was already dark and every house was lit with lights.
Blood dripping all the way, the young man just smiled and said that he had not practiced sword practice diligently in the past two days, and the calluses had become much thinner, and the palm of his hand was cut open without thinking.
Everyone knew that what the young man said was nonsense.
But Liu Qing just couldn't bear to expose it.
After returning to the inn, the waiter who was a girl was ladling wine by the door. When he saw these two people, his face turned red for no reason. He didn't care about the wine bottle that was not yet full, so he found a way to get out with his skirts flying. Get up and quickly go upstairs. When the shopkeeper saw this, he smiled at the two brothers and said that not long ago, two guest officers were transporting swords outside the blacksmith shop. The little girl also heard the news and ran to the bridge to enjoy her eyesight. She guessed that she saw the young young hero. With his valiant and heroic appearance, he was a little shy for a moment, so please don't be offended.
There are always women who don't like writing and writing, but only like swords and swords. In the inns around the corner of the town, there are also women who fall in love with the young hero when they see him.
There are many romances in the world, and in addition to attracting countless heroes to bow their waists, there are still women whose hearts tremble slightly for them.
How wonderful are the rivers and lakes? In addition to long songs on a snowy night and a sword going east, there are probably women stroking fans, whispering in the middle of the night, and a bit of bashful eyebrows, and spring rain.
After exchanging a few words with the shopkeeper, the two brothers went upstairs first. After a while, someone would naturally bring them food to satisfy their hunger, so there was no need to worry.
"Young people in the ordinary world can already consider marriage in two or three years. We are cultivators, and many worldly rules do not need to be copied in full. If there is a girl who has good eyesight and is satisfied with Qingbai, junior brother Don't hide it." Before entering the door, Liu Qing said such words without thinking, which immediately made Yun Zhong's face turn red.
How could the young man ever have such thoughts? To be honest, he was just a poor boy more than half a year ago. He was struggling to make a living all day long. He felt exhausted both physically and mentally. How could he have any other thoughts? The senior brother was shocked by these shocking words, and he immediately felt a little embarrassed.
In contrast, the scholar's face was calm and he joked, "As we enter the cultivation period, if we don't take advantage of our good years to form a marriage, we may never have the opportunity again when we grow old. "
"Senior brother, please don't make fun of me. I haven't learned this skill yet, and I haven't even set foot in the mountain gate. I have no intention of getting married and starting a family. Besides, I am alone. No serious woman from this family can look up to me." " Yun Zhong shook his head repeatedly when he was told that, and was at a loss for a moment.
The scholar nodded, "That's right. Then wait a little longer. It's okay to go to Nangong Mountain to practice your skills first, and then think about this major life event." Then he pushed the door open and let the young man go into the house to rest first. Then he went downstairs again, asked the shopkeeper to get a handful of green tea, and then walked to the door again.
The pavilion where the two brothers live has a long corridor. There is a window at the end of the corridor, and the curtains are hung. Looking out from the window, you can see a lot of the scenery of Qinshui Town.
Canals, bridges and willows, houses with flowing eaves.
But no matter what the scene was outside, the skirt under the curtains could not be blocked in any way.
We will meet each other if we are destined.
The scholar pushed open the door and walked in, leaving behind a few words.
