Nothing can be achieved overnight. Yun Zhong, who has learned swordsmanship for many years, has often been anxious recently. Fortunately, he himself has some old-fashioned temperament about sexual assault that is difficult to get rid of. Instead, he is a blessing in disguise, and his mind becomes purer. Unless It is difficult to hold the sword if the injury is too severe, otherwise I will still climb the mountain every day, and then climb down the mountain again with all the injuries, stumbling and stumbling, but I still climb up and down the mountain day after day.
In the end, even the one-armed swordsman who never opened his mouth couldn't bear to speak to dissuade him. He could not win no matter what because of the numerous injuries on his body. He might as well cultivate himself for a few days before going up the mountain, but he was beaten by Yun. Zhong declined.
It was still the same today. The one-armed swordsman spent a lot of time kicking Yun Zhong to the ground, and passed the tip of the sword to Yun Zhong's throat, who was lying on his back with a calm expression. He was also panting from exhaustion. He picked up the sword with one arm and cursed. After talking about it for a long time, it is true that his mother is so stubborn. She knows that she will not be able to beat others for a while, but she still comes to compete every day. How can a big gun without a tip be able to kill someone? It is obvious. Still have to test again and again, which is bad luck. But when he turned around and saw Yun Zhong's expression which he had become accustomed to, he seemed to still have some unsatisfactory thoughts. The one-armed swordsman opened his mouth again and again, but in the end he didn't curse anymore. He sat down on the spot and sighed repeatedly.
If this stubborn young man were to take revenge and come to the door every day to harass him, the swordsman, who is not a kind-tempered person to begin with, would most likely have the intention to kill Yun Zhong with a sword, but he couldn't kill Yun Zhong while he was here. It's so frustrating to humbly beg the latter to find someone else to dislike, and it feels like a lump in the throat. I haven't tasted this feeling in many years, and now I have seen an enemy like this who wants to come to ask for help, and it is really annoying.
"You can't kill someone if you don't have the tip of the spear. This isn't just sharpening the tip of the spear. I don't have the body and face of a girl. I have to take a few blows every time I come here. I'm not willing to come, but there's nothing I can do." The four seniors are urging me hard, and when the spear tip is sharpened, I will definitely leave with satisfaction, so please bear with me a little more."
Yun Zhong is such a smart talker. He knows that the four kings are all very human beings, and even in this small world, only four people have the final say. Without a few words, he moved these Bodhisattvas in front of him. , even though the one-armed swordsman looked at him and almost made him swallow him alive, he was still very unrestrained and carried the support in front of him. Regardless of whether the swordsman liked it or not, he would be entangled by Yun Zhong in the sword fight. , Dare to be angry but dare not speak.
Except for Wu Shuang, Yun Zhong, who is no longer a child, has seen many masters of swordsmanship in the world, but this one-armed swordsman should be the first. Regarding his cultivation level, whether his master could suppress this person's sword moves, he had repeatedly estimated, but it was still difficult to determine the outcome.
The one-armed swordsman's sword is like the setting sun on a long river. No matter how weak the appearance is, Yun Zhong's dense sword moves are steadily suppressed to the wind, and there is still a glimmer of hope. And it happens that this glimmer of parrying ability is difficult to see to a discerning eye, like a river. The oriole at the bottom of the duckweed leaf in my heart, no matter how Yunzhong's sword energy forced him to defend again, he could still suddenly rise in an instant, and the timing was frightening, causing him to lose again and again, and he could not win for a long time.
But Yun Zhong didn't care, and seemed to deliberately create trouble for this one-armed swordsman with a bad temper. He simply didn't get up and lay down beside the cave, which was only a few dozen steps wide. He squinted his eyes and looked at the five or six newly added swords all over his body. Hurt, asked casually.
"Dare to ask my senior, how many years have you been staying on this mountain?"
"Hundreds, thousands, countless. I only know that the maple leaves on the other side have fallen thousands of times. Who has the idea to count." The one-armed swordsman was still angry. He glanced sideways at the sleepy Yun Zhong, feeling real in his heart. The diaphragm responded, but it was difficult to attack, and he almost dropped his gloomy face to his feet, but he still followed Yunzhong's words, "I haven't seen outsiders in this small world for a long time. Usually, even if there are people, there are not many People are blessed to have met those four seniors who are almost immortals. You are good in this life. These four men hang around all day long, but these swordsmanship is not very good."
"How do you compare with that bastard?"
When Yun Zhong suddenly asked this question, his Dantian and Qiuhu, which were still somewhat silent, trembled slightly, but soon became calm again.
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
"Of course they are thousands of miles apart, just like clouds and mud."
The one-armed swordsman responded without thinking, but then his expression suddenly dropped. He looked at Yun Zhong lying down, held the sword and rubbed the hilt with one hand, but in the end he still did not make a move.
"This cannot be mentioned. Not only me, but none of the masters of the past who have stayed here in the cave have mentioned it, but today they have achieved enlightenment."
"Just a question and an answer. Senior is curious as to why those four experts who are close to the realm of immortals as rumored are taking care of them. What I'm curious about is whether senior has seen the swordsman before me. Everyone takes what they need. Senior Wouldn’t it be better to answer questions and resolve doubts, and for the younger generation to return the favor, so that both parties understand each other.”
Even though he almost made a move just now, the one-armed swordsman did not take any further action after learning about the incident. He just warned Yun Zhong that with the latter's current realm and skills, it was best not to investigate in detail, even if he stalked the four people. Experts say that finding out the truth is of no use to sword practice and only adds to boredom.
In the end, the two talked for half a day. Yun Zhong went down the mountain with satisfaction, leaving the one-armed swordsman behind and gradually disappeared. Looking at the back of the swordsman leaving with two swords hanging at his waist, he felt that he didn't look like that person at all.
During today's conversation, not only did I find out that I was deeply involved with the original owner of Qiu Lake, but I also learned that this one-armed swordsman, who was supposed to be powerful in all directions, had never left this small area, but he often recalled that he was a junior. I once walked in the world, but I couldn't really think about it. If I was separated from this world, I had thought that I was the remnant thought or soul of a master in the world. But if I think about it carefully, I think he is a rare master in the world. I want to leave a mark on him. , it is not an easy task, and I can only live in a state of confusion. No matter how hard I live in this place, I can have any idea of escape.
Yun Zhong also asked the one-armed swordsman if one day he could come and go freely in this small world, and if he would be willing to go out and have a look without turning back, but the latter hesitated for a long time and finally shook his head.
From the perspective of Yun Zhong now, these four monarchs, East Eaves, West Ridge, South Yang and North Yin, no matter their realm or thoughts, there are mountains and rivers. With my humble vision, trying to guess the thoughts of these people is just a dream, but In addition to the so-called old friends who need to take more care of the young people they are optimistic about, it seems that the burden placed on his shoulders is also very heavy. Since he has accepted the kindness, he naturally has to handle the matter well. As for thinking more deeply, Yun Zhong does not dare to spend more time. thought.
"It's difficult."
Yun Zhong, who was covered with old wounds and new ones, stood in the middle of the river with his sword. Thinking of the evil dragon he killed a few days ago, and the thousands of simple people without evil thoughts inside and outside the city, he felt confused for a moment. .
He is just a junior cultivator who has accidentally encountered destiny. What he enjoys most is practicing sword practice. He can't care about too much, let alone get a glimpse of some obscure path.
Ye Zhai and the woman who called Shuiyue set foot here and settled in the door opposite Yunzhong's mansion. They had told Yunzhong earlier that if they could stay here for more than a month, they would at least see Brother Yun pass through several levels with his own eyes. He felt relieved when he left, so he stayed like this. During the day, the man and woman held hands and swam together. When the sun was approaching, Ye Zhai would often boil a pot of tea soup, hold Shui Yuesu's hand, and wait for the tea to be filled. Yun Zhong, who was injured, walked back to his residence.
Now was no exception. While Ye and Zhai were chatting, Yun Zhong walked slowly from outside the courtyard. He bowed his hands tiredly and saluted. After seeing the two of them, he sat down to drink tea. He finally took a breath from the pain of sword wounds all over his body.
When Shui Yue went to the house to get the medicine, Yun Zhong was very embarrassed and approached Ye Zhai, who looked indifferent, and whispered a few words. He didn't look like he was seriously injured and couldn't move, but Ye Zhai frowned. However, he jumped twice and waited until the water moon had gone and returned, and then his expression returned slightly. When Yun Zhong was familiar with the road, he stopped taking medicine and planned to go back to the house to change clothes. He coughed twice and walked back to the mansion, carrying his clothes. A jug of wine was brought to him, saying that he had obtained a jug of good wine from the Four Lords in the previous battle. He would drink it again after the injury healed.
Yun Zhong thanked him for his kindness and left with the wine bottle, but the woman broke away from Ye Zhai's hand, looked at Ye Zhai who looked embarrassed for no reason, and said nothing while holding the scented cheeks in her hand.
Ye Zhai, who always behaved well and had a handsome face, did not stand still for a moment. He stood up on his own, took the clothes pestle placed in front of the house door, and knelt down on it respectfully. The rounded rod was extremely difficult to stabilize. Poor Ye Zhai, even though he was a master of Qinggong, was still trembling in such a situation.
"If my memory serves me right, the jug of wine seems to have been empty a long time ago, but from the looks of it today, the portion is quite substantial." Shui Yue was indifferent, tapping the edge of the table with two fingers and raising her eyebrows slightly, "The person named Ye is quite good at beating the enemy." He is so calculating. He never carried much money with him, but he was able to hide a lot of it right under his nose. He put it in a wine pot and borrowed money righteously. He is worthy of being a member of the world, and his face is beyond the sky."
Word for word, sentence by sentence, the words get louder.
Ye Zhai knelt down on the coated pestle in an obedient manner, wailing and hesitating but not daring to speak out.
Back then, I was a child who followed Shuiyue closely, how could I dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.
Across the street, Yun Zhong was overjoyed and poured the money out of the pot. There was a dull sound when the two pieces of silver clinked. He couldn't help but smile. He was thinking that he could drink some good wine again. He had saved a lot in the past few months, so he could handle it no matter what. .
A swordsman who kills evil dragons, if he wants to sacrifice some face in the city, he will not worry about food and drink, but since he does not intend to take advantage of it, a penny will still stump a skilled swordsman.
Yun Zhong could clearly hear the scolding coming from across the street, and he clicked his tongue. He picked up two pieces of silver and looked at them for a long time, feeling very emotional.
It seems that no matter how capable a master is, if he falls into the hands of his sweetheart, he is like a civet cat being pinched by the back of the neck, and he does not dare to bare his teeth.
"Master Ye is still a loyal person."
