Hundreds of miles away from Sword King Mountain, an additional farmhouse was added a long time ago.
It is located in a remote place, there is no one here, there is only this thatched cottage.
The man from Jielu is an old man with sparse hair and waning years. His clothes are simple and tight, and he looks like most farmers in the world who have worked hard for most of their lives. No matter how you look at him, he is an ordinary old man who is honest and responsible, and his legs and feet are already damaged. It's a little unlucky. It's trembling when I go out all day long, and I don't forget to use the long pole to stick to a few plain-colored cicadas in the deep forest, probably to supplement the household income.
The old man is accompanied by a young man, who is always dressed in gray, but is one arm shorter than ordinary people. He is often listless and sleepy, and if he is slightly unsatisfied, he will curse at the old man to vent his anger for dozens of miles. In the outer market, many vendors had seen such a spectacle. A young man in gray clothes who had lost his right arm chased a staggering old man and cursed him all the way. However, the old man still looked calm, as if Suffering from ear disease, he never heard the one-armed man yelling and cursing. He bought a lot of grain, grass seeds, and even two pockets of tree seeds from the vendors in the market. He left slowly without any hurry or haste.
It is extremely hot today in the thatched cottage. Originally, the thatched cottage was surrounded by green trees and towering ancient trees, which could block most of the sunlight. However, the rain stopped for several days and started to rise, like steaming wine. In addition to the rolling heat waves, There is so much moisture that when an ordinary person stands in the thatched hut, his whole body seems to be covered with moisture, and there are water droplets rolling down everywhere on the walls of the thatched hut.
Yuan Benmo sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the window lattice in front of him, holding a cattail leaf fan with his left hand, fanning desperately, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of coolness. Now he wished he could be exposed to the sun all day long, and he didn't want to be there In such a hot and humid place, I became more and more depressed. The cattail leaf fan almost broke its shaft, but there was no wind outside the window. The cool breeze that was finally stirred up was not cool at all, and the face was filled with hot moisture. , absolutely not cool at all.
"Damn it, you won't choose a better land to settle down. Others build their houses in a place that is warm in winter and cool in summer. But the old bastard specially picked this remote land with cold winter and hot summer. Sooner or later he will live and die in this barren mountain wilderness. ridge."
Yuan Benmo, who could no longer endure the sizzling sky, put down his folding fan, raised his body with his left hand, and staggered outside the thatched cottage. He felt depressed again, no matter that it was extremely hot inside and outside the thatched cottage, and he was motionless and it was hard to find a breeze. , immediately lost his temper, and said to the old man who was sitting cross-legged not far away with his back to the thatched cottage, "You are clever, you are amazing, you can die here like sitting in meditation, but I can't bear it, I want to go to the mountain stream Take a shower and cool down, I won’t come home tonight, just wish yourself well and don’t die outside on your own.”
There is a stream in the deep forest. The water is always clear, which is a rare cool thing in the deep forest in summer.
God knows it has just begun in summer, but Yuan Benmo has spent many days soaking in mountain streams. There is no one around, so he simply dips naked into the stream to cool down for a while and put down all the complicated worries. Of course he is willing to come. Here, don’t stop at the thatched cottage.
"Do you blame me for not teaching you the skill of swordsmanship?" The old man with his back to the thatched cottage chuckled, stood up and shook off the dirt on his clothes, his eyes calm, "It's not so much that I don't want to teach you, it's better to say that you have never taken this step. It is not an easy thing to say. I have been holding a sword in my right hand for more than ten years, and suddenly one of my arms was cut off. It is not easy to use my left hand to carry the sword again. At least it is much more difficult than the rumors in the world."
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Ever since the sword energy soared into the sky in the rain that day, Yuan Benmo had never used his sword energy again. His words were loud and clear at first, but since he came to this world, he never mentioned learning the sword. The old man was even more calm. , also never mentioned anything about realm or sword energy. Instead, he really looked like an ordinary farmer, buying a lot of vegetables and grass from the market, watering the garden all day long, and seemed to have forgotten the original relationship between the two. talk.
"If you are willing to pass it on, why don't I learn from it?" Yuan Benmo was so angry that his whole body trembled, he pointed at the old man and cursed, "Since you look down on the one-armed man, why did you have to persuade him again and again before, but now that you are really here, it is so late. Not to mention learning swordsmanship, it is obvious that I, Yuan Benmo, look down on me and have one arm. In that case, why should I give it up and shamelessly ask you for swordsmanship? It is better to drag him down and live without worries."
As before, the old man showed no anger, and his expression remained unchanged. He pointed to the long sword stuck in the soil three feet away in front of the thatched cottage, with a kind face.
"The sword is stuck there. It's not difficult to pull it out. If your right arm is gone, you still have your left arm. If your left arm is gone, you can use your mouth. If you want to pull out the sword, you can do it anyway. You might as well think about what I'm going to teach you. Is your swordsmanship really a top priority for you Yuan Benmo? You would rather spend a few sticks of incense in a day staring at that sword than holding it in your own hands. This is swordsman."
"You don't even dare to hold a sword, or you don't have the energy to hold it, so why are you talking about learning a sword?"
Yuan Benmo was speechless after what he said. He rolled his throat twice before he lowered his head angrily and let out a long breath.
Although he had never seen the old man draw his sword seriously, his words were very sharp and struck right into his heart. The word "heart" is indeed the most difficult to cultivate. The thin young man who looked like a wild mountain monster on the Sword King Mountain was not as good as Yuan Benmo in swordsmanship. But when he actually moved the sword, it was clear that there were many flaws in his body, but no matter how he used the sword, , it is difficult to have the slightest advantage, but the thin young man seems to have the talent of having a photographic memory. In a few minutes, he can clearly see Yuan Benmo's swordsmanship, and there is no chance of winning.
Even now, when Yuan Benmo is sleeping, he can often catch a glimpse of the young man's ruthless smile and his excellent sword, but every time he goes deep into the season, he always feels that he has mistakenly entered the White Tiger Hall's Senluo Hall, killing every step of the way, and is shocked. Waking up in the middle of the night.
"People are born with different levels of talent, but you are not necessarily inferior to that wild boy. At least the sword energy when you stepped out of the mountain gate has been something I haven't seen for many years. If you have accumulated a lot of experience, you can be considered a talent." The old man looked at Yuan Benmo with the same expression. He walked up to the latter in a low voice and without caring, "If everyone lived by their talents, wouldn't this world have already been determined, who should be the leader, who should be the third flower, but often in the end, those positions Those who have stood out since they were young have never visited the top of the mountain of martial arts."
"Don't rush to argue. I have served you for several years, and I have long known that before the young man came, you, Yuan Benmo, were an unparalleled talent in the Sword King Mountain. Winning the championship one after another has long since made you lose your modesty. , you have only tried a few tricks, and you always think that others are not as good as you, and you don’t have to spend time to delve into the subtleties of other people’s tricks. Even if the young man never goes up the mountain, you will be defeated by others’ swords sooner or later in two or three years at most.”
"It's not so much that you lost an arm to that wild boy. It's better to say that you lost an arm to yourself. It was smooth sailing but you ate it when you were proud.
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Such a big loss is hardly a good thing, but it is definitely not a disaster. "
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Yuan Benmo's left arm teasingly, "God has left you an arm to hold a sword. What's there to think about?"
Only Yuan Benmo knew that the old man's words were almost on point.
As a swordsman, who is willing to change himself into what he is now, willing to abandon the sword, but in the end he is confused and does not know where his heart is.
So Yuan Benmo, who was dressed in gray, had his left hand trembling, and slowly walked up to the long sword that was half buried in the soil. He stretched out his arm tremblingly, just like a young child who had never set foot in the rivers and lakes, being carried to the fence for the first time. , tremblingly looking at the spring sun in front of him, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand.
The hilt of the sword is cold and extremely comfortable, much more comfortable than standing in a mountain stream.
Therefore, when Yuan Benmo, who had a decayed and pale face and a messy beard, touched the hilt of his sword, he was like a fish that had fallen on the shore and was almost suffocated, and finally fell into the water again.
Deep in the forest, the sword energy was almost uncontrollable, and it tilted out in an instant, shattering many towering ancient trees, shaking up a lot of mud and rocks on the ground, until it rushed out of the deep forest, reflecting a lot of sunlight.
The old man stood aside and watched, unable to conceal his relief.
Today, Yuan Benmo's sword aura when he held his sword was evenly matched compared to that time when he walked down the long street in the sunset and rain, and when he stepped out of the mountain gate, there was no slight decline. When some people hold the sword, not to mention that their wealth and life are tied to the sword, without the sword, no matter what they do, it will seem insignificant.
"Perhaps I will be captured by others in this life, and I will be able to teach an incredible disciple before my oil runs out."
The old man swept away the dullness in his face and turned to look in the direction of Sword King Mountain. His eyes were filled with light, and his entire body was filled with green gold light, trying to compete with the sunlight coming through the forest.
Hundreds of miles away in Sword King Mountain, the thin young man who had moved to Yuan Benmo's house was looking cross-legged at the disciples practicing swordsmanship outside, looking at this one and that one, with a sudden look of contempt. Feeling that the swordsmanship was ordinary, he yawned for no reason, and was about to go to sleep first, but suddenly felt something strange, so he opened the door and walked out of the house, walked straight to the mountain gate alone, hunched his back and looked down the mountain.
Xin Yuchen, who was pretending to be on the side, had already been frightened to death by this moody, hunchbacked young man with unparalleled swordsmanship. When he saw the young man approaching the mountain gate with a strange expression, he frowned and looked outside the mountain, so he quickly stepped forward to please him and said with a smile, "I really don't know what senior brother is looking at. Could it be that he is thinking of the girl outside the mountain? If this is the case, during the training season when I go down the mountain next year, I will go to the bottom of the mountain to find some girls on my own so that senior brother can get close to her."
The hunchbacked boy grinned, revealing his neat fangs.
"You have a good plan and a good intention."
Before he finished speaking, the sword that Xin Yuchen had just sent from the mountain fell into the hands of the hunchbacked young man. He straightened the hilt of the sword and slapped the former's face hard. He took a dozen steps back to stabilize his body.
"This sword is good, I'll keep it."
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