In the courtyard of the hospital, in autumn, you can still see the grass growing in spring and the green and fragrant scenery in summer. However, most of the grass has turned yellow and is not as tall as in spring and summer, adding a sense of desolation. , Yunzhong stepped into it, and there was only a narrow path with a hand width for people to walk to the center of the small courtyard.
This place is adjacent to deep valleys on three sides. It hides the wind and absorbs the energy, and it is a good place to recover from serious injuries. Liu Langzhong made an appointment with someone and went to talk for two rounds. Wen Yu still did not wake up. It is so pure, the summer cicadas are gone, the autumn insects are chilling, and there is no other strange sound except the passing of the west wind and the bending of the grass.
The young man sat cross-legged and closed his eyes calmly.
I almost died in the battle with Mei Langjun, but I learned a lot. If I encounter a soft sword again in the future, even if I can't get the upper hand, I can still be careful of the tricky sword paths, face the sword edge more often, and stay away from the sword body, so that I can make the sword soft and flexible. It cannot display its full power, and moreover, it is necessary to use Luan to meet and retreat the enemy. It is not possible to blindly focus on the strength and leave many gaps. First, stabilize the sword camp, and then look for opportunities to win. It must not be achieved overnight, so that anger will take precedence. There are countless unpredictable weapons and moves in the world. Although there are many swordsmen, there are also many weapons and moves that are designed to exploit the shortcomings of swordsmanship. Even if the master's swordsmanship is exquisite, he can't take it seriously. But those who can break through thousands of weapons with one sword are rare, and they underestimate the vastness of the world.
What's more, the strange poison of Li Nuchou is really hard to guard against. Even if there is internal energy flowing in the body, it is difficult to isolate this poison from the outside. At most, it will delay it for hundreds of breaths. If there is no such thing as his own The master left the copper coins to save his life, but he didn't bring the snake orchid or any other wonderful antidote. He was afraid that death would be ordinary.
"People in the world are constantly using their tricks, which is really a troublesome thing." Yun Zhong closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, exhaled deeply, and gently stroked the spike of his sword.
This sword tassel purchased from an ordinary market has not been replaced for a long time. It is damaged in many places and does not match the sword very well. However, due to Yun Zhong's nature of cherishing money, he has never been willing to replace it. At most After cleaning, it was hung again to the end of the hilt. However, the last time the sword was fighting for its life, the tail buckle of the sword was almost damaged. It was like a candle in the wind, and it could not hang for a long time.
It is also difficult to decide whether to remove the ear or not.
The wind came from all directions, blowing her hair to pieces, and her robes fluttering. When she came, her white clothes were stained with blood, but now she was completely mysterious.
In the medical center, paper and pen had been obtained previously. When Yun Zhong opened his eyes again, he gently picked up the pen.
The pen is an ordinary brush, not an ordinary brush, and it has been written for many years, so the hair is not full, and the ink dipped in it is only more than ten dollars a piece; the paper is an old propaganda paper, not worth tens of millions of dollars, but fortunately it is pressed It should be flat and suitable for writing.
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Today, the young man is not practicing his sword, but he is swiping his hair cross-legged, starting from typing one word to writing, one stroke after another, writing very neatly, but the finishing stroke is still as long and slender as the tail of a sword. Looking at it, the handwriting on the rice paper in the hands of the teahouse owner in Sleeping City does not seem to be the same. There is no difference at all, except that the sword is sharper between the lines. After writing on three or five pieces of rice paper in a row, his sharpness became stronger and his wrist became more powerful, writing straight up. However, Yun Zhong never stopped writing. When the tip of his pen was slightly dry, he would often moisten it with water from a pot nearby and turn his wrist to write again.
After a thousand words, the writing style changed from dignified and neat to wanton and unruly. Originally, a hundred words could be displayed on a piece of rice paper. After writing a thousand words, only a dozen words can be coded with difficulty, and the shapes are messy and difficult to distinguish from one's heart. In its original appearance, all the complicated characters were written in one stroke, and after more than ten flicks of the wrist, it became more and more simple.
When the young man finished writing on the rice paper, which could no longer be moved by the autumn wind, there was only one word on the page, like a rolled-up sleeve and raised foot, soaring up into the clouds. The ink was thinned by clear water, and only the outline of the word could be seen in the light place. .
There were raindrops falling in the courtyard.
At first three or two o'clock, it fell on the end of the yellowing autumn grass, weighing down the latter and almost bending down, unable to bear its weight. After that, it dispersed, and the light rain was as soft as crisp, gradually wetting the ground, and the green tiles gradually rustled, except for the young man. There has never been any rainwater left on the body.
The medical center was not spacious to begin with, but now it was only a courtyard no more than eight or nine steps wide, with the rain falling slowly.
"It turns out this is the formation," the young man opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, only to see that the surroundings were covered with rain curtains, and only the top of his head was empty. The autumn light was bright, and he couldn't help but smile, "It turns out that the season for formation is what the senior brother said. , The body is in the formation, the body is also outside the formation, this should be understood."
Rain comes out of nowhere, moistening the grass and seeping into the ground.
But the young man did not stop writing, and after some thought, he picked up another piece of rice paper in front of the rain, and hesitantly started to write. It was not until the light rain around him stopped for the first time that he picked up the rice paper full of beautiful small characters, took it for a spin, shook it a few times, and moved lightly. Fold it up, put it in your arms, take out the blue sky swim, and look at it carefully.
Zhongbikongyou had returned a few days ago, and Liu Qing wrote a brief reply, only a few lines, saying that the inner fire was difficult to extinguish, and it was probably not just because the Xu Dan was ill, but because his mind was not pure, and he should just meditate first and go out more often. It can also be comforting to walk on some roads; as for the changes in Xu Dan, I met a senior who is familiar with alchemy and body nourishing in Shangqi a few days ago. When it is time to return to the mountain after the formation, I will consult with that senior for advice. Don't worry. urgent.
But now that he had finished writing, Yun Zhong still didn't stop writing. He went back to his room to get an inkstone and filled up his pen. He was about to start writing, but stopped again.
In my sleep, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed.
It seems that I haven't corresponded with my father for a long time, but I clearly have all the pen and ink, but I still don't know how to start.
It wasn't until a long time passed that the young man picked up the pen again and started writing, but in the end it was still only a few lines. Then he felt that his chest was dry and it was difficult to write even half a word. He tied the letter to the foot of the blue sky and pressed the mud seal tightly. , smiled bitterly and sighed, "It's only been a few days, and now I have to work hard again. It is a spiritual treasure in the first place, and I don't know if it can be used in this way. Is it considered a waste of natural resources? But since I have my feelings to express, I can only send my thoughts in letters." , please go again."
Bi Kongyou didn't make any unusual movement, he only gave a clear cry, spread his wings and circled around the courtyard for two weeks, and then escaped in an instant.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark and the days in autumn were never as long as those in summer, Yun Zhong went to the woodshed by himself, warmed the porridge, and called Wen Yu softly to have some food before resting, but he never thought The woman was so depressed that when she woke up, she almost grabbed Yun Zhong's hair and pulled her away. It wasn't until her mind became slightly clearer that she was shocked and apologized again and again, "My uncle's footsteps were too light, and he didn't even hear the slightest bit. I was in a hazy dream, and suddenly I felt someone calling me. I was suddenly frightened and disabled, and that’s why I did this. I hope my uncle won’t be blamed."
But when the girl saw Yun Zhong's messy bun, even though she apologized, she couldn't help but smile. She pursed her lips tightly, looking like she was working very hard.
"Just say it when you want to have fun," Yun Zhong couldn't help but laugh, looking at Wen Yu with a teasing face, "In the season on the mountain, I thought the girl was so dignified, but now I feel that there is a world of difference. Pulling out the sword shocked Mr. Liu to the point of almost having his liver and gallbladder split apart, which is not in line with the rules of the mountain sect."
However, the young man immediately changed the topic, and his smile became a little deeper, "If the senior brother were here, I would probably say this, but after all, I am a junior, and it is difficult to have the vision and broad-mindedness of the senior brother, so a few days ago I have to thank Miss Wen for all the hard work. As for Mr. Liu, although he is a bit lazy, he always tries his best. I have apologized to him, saying that my nephew has an unpredictable temper, and he is also afraid of my little uncle. He really died outside the mountain gate, so he came up with this trick, using the sword to threaten him."
After a very satisfying and peaceful sleep, and the person in front of him was clearly recovering from his injuries, Wen Yu's mind suddenly became clear for no reason. After ten trips, I feel really guilty. When I get back, I still have to make amends with my life. But my uncle’s pulse is obviously weak, and the remaining poison is difficult to remove. How can he come back to life in two days?"
Hearing this, Yun Zhong shook his head and said, "It's strange to say that in my sleep, I once saw Xiongcheng. I went to a teahouse in a daze and saw our master and my young husband. I vaguely caught a glimpse of a copper coin, which seemed to be you and me. When I came out of the mountain, I remembered what my senior brother had given me. I remembered that when I came from my hometown in Shangqi, I heard my master say that Mr. Zhou was very stingy. He asked his wife for it several times, but he only had three copper coins in exchange for it. , now that I think about it, I’m afraid it’s not an ordinary object that can protect people from disasters.”
When Wen Yu heard this, he didn't even bother to get up, and quickly took out the copper coin from his arms, only to find that the copper coin had been cut into two halves at some point, as if it had been struck by a sword called Chui Mao Li Ju. Smooth as a mirror, he couldn't help but feel happy, "No wonder you can survive by fighting through the ghost gate. It turns out that it was the copper coins given by senior brother before leaving to offset the disaster, and that was how I was able to save my uncle's life."
When Wen Yu looked at the young man again, he found that the latter had turned his head away at some point. The tips of his ears were also red, and he was hesitating and unable to speak.
It was the time when Wen Yu was sleeping, so his clothes were very thin, but now when he woke up, his clothes were scattered, and he had just taken out the copper coin from his arms. The simple white flash made the young man's face turn red, and he turned his head away, not daring to look at it again.
"If you have nothing to do, let's have some porridge first." Yun Zhong was flustered, but he still coughed twice and stood up. "The inside of this house is not as lively as the courtyard. Besides, it has just rained. It is most refreshing when you breathe in. Uncle Master is out for a walk, don't forget to eat porridge, and don't wait until it cools down." His words were old-fashioned, but before he could hold on for two or three breaths, he turned his back and walked away with his hands behind his back, walking very quickly.
Wen Yu never stood up, smelling the fragrant aroma of rice porridge nearby, and recalling the young man's precise words just now, her face also turned red like maple leaves in autumn, after three or two cold rains.
Yun Zhong carried his sword and walked a hundred steps straight out of the medical center before he could stop himself. He took a deep breath of the autumn wind, but he still didn't feel the coldness and desolation. He simply squatted on the side of the field with his forehead on his forehead, and it took a long time to recover.
The sword buzzing around his waist kept trembling. Although the sword energy had not moved, the sword had moved and it was difficult to stop.
