Whenever sunset approached, Ye Zhai would prepare some wine early, scald it a little on the fire, and then sit in the middle of the courtyard to wait. He would often admire the moon side by side with Shuiyue, or hold up a wide enough chair when it rained. The bamboo umbrella, which is about ten feet square, rubs the ears and temples together. Even though Ye Zhai rarely had the ability to speak well in the past, now he rarely has the ability to speak. He can always say a few words of love at the right time. Even though Shui Yue's temperament has been very cold recently, Ye Zhai still often coaxes her into blushing for no reason, and avoids scolding her. After being a disciple for a few times, he seemed to be very useful in the end.
Recently, apart from going to Ye Zhai's courtyard to drink every day, Yun Zhong's most frequent destination was the mountain with countless caves, where he spent half a day looking for the one-armed swordsman who had been defeated by him. , it was almost noon before I lazily climbed down the cliff and went to compete with each other in sword fighting.
Yun Zhong has been learning swordsmanship for many years, and he has countless thoughts about practicing swordsmanship. He doesn’t know whether it’s because practicing swordsmanship is hard work in the first place, or he never had the thought to remember the number of swords he produced. He just started practicing, practicing swordsmanship, and the formation techniques. I don't dare to relax even a little bit, for fear that one day my ability to save my life and make a living will be wasted, and it will be ten times more difficult to pick it up again. But according to Yun Zhong's estimation, he prides himself on being quite diligent in practicing swordsmanship. Although he has only been practicing for a few years, he is not necessarily much less diligent than others. But even so, Yun Zhong's sword was still suppressed by the master after the one-armed swordsman, making it difficult to reverse the situation. As the sword moved, it was held firmly, gently caught, and then gently broken open, let alone now He broke the two swords of Zigui and Wuyue, and only relied on the iron ruler that fell into his hand for some reason. Firstly, he had no sharpness at all, and secondly, he was not very good at using it, but it was quite easy to offend those who were extremely visionary. Gao, the arrogant senior master is angry, so he often has to recover from his recent injuries for three to five days before he dares to think of competing again.
Logically speaking, his swordsmanship may not be inferior to others, and Yun Zhong's temperament is definitely not that eager. Therefore, the sight of such a swordsmanship being no better than others really makes Yun Zhong a little suspicious, and the more suspicious he becomes. Puzzled, his hesitation became even worse when he drew the sword. Even after recovering from his injuries, he didn't know how to pass the sword when he was practicing swordplay in the mansion. _o_m At first I thought it was pleasing to the eye when I saw the iron ruler-like weapons, at least I didn't feel ashamed of the birds and mountains that turned into those two swords. According to what the old man in the blacksmith shop said, if you use a sword if you have too much debt in your heart, your swordsmanship will naturally change. It is better to fight the enemy with bare hands. Yun Zhong deeply agrees. However, if you let go of a mountain, another mountain will appear. Stopping, no matter how anxious you feel, it still won't help.
After the one-armed swordsman was defeated by Yun Zhong, his temper did not change. However, Yun Zhong seemed to have his own way. He came to visit all day long and always chatted for a long time. In the end, he had no choice but to hide away. He never came out of the mountain, but Yun Zhong was looking for him every time he hid. Later he guessed that he was afraid that the formation was successful and he could use the formation to watch the wind and grass, so he had to give up. He had nothing to do with Yun Zhong. Chatting, but it can also slightly relieve the loneliness of being alone in the mountains.
That day, Yun Zhong came to visit as usual. He climbed up the cliff briskly, but saw that the one-armed man did not hide his figure. Instead, he was open and unobstructed. He was stroking the pot of wine that Yun Zhong had sent the day before and poured it into his throat. He clapped his lips with satisfaction and exhaled the smell of wine, which made him look at ease.
"I used to think that I was born to stand here day after day without moving, and never thought about anything else. Now that I have been talking to you, a young man, for a long time, I always feel that I am not comfortable here. But thinking about the old days makes me feel uncomfortable. I can’t think clearly, I even forgot how the one-arm fell, whether it was due to the same skill but inferior to others, or because of the plot of the enemy. Looking back on the past, it’s all chaos.”
Without using too many thoughts, Yun Zhong knew that the one-armed swordsman in front of him had asked this question sooner or later, but he had been reluctant to point it out. Now that he finally heard it from his own mouth, he was also filled with emotion.
How could such a creation be arranged by hand in this small world? Since Nanyang Lord has already made it clear that this small world was not established by the Four Lords, and even the Four Lords bluntly said that even if the four of them work together, For this reason, they may not be able to build a world so mysterious and complex. I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who have such skills. There are only swordsman masters in various clothes on the cliff, and all of them are not phantoms, they are not ordinary people. It is natural for the one-armed swordsman to ask this question.
"I think it would be better to go out for a walk after a while. There doesn't seem to be any big formations in the mountains. If you walk out of the cliff, you may not be punished." Yun Zhong originally wanted to take the wine from the swordsman's hand. Pot, but after thinking about it, it seemed a bit unnatural, so I also laughed. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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He retracted his hands twice, pretending not to have seen the one-armed swordsman glaring at him angrily, putting his hands on the ground, leaning back, looking at the rolling black clouds in the sky, sighing and hearing the rain again.
"Sometimes I often feel that there are too many injustices in the world. It seems that even if the world insists on saying that we are all born the same, it is difficult to justify it. Some people are born with intelligence and aura, and their talents are superior to others. Perhaps it is unprecedented, but some people have four bodies in a row. Health is nothing but a luxury; some people have great looks, but some people are beaten and scolded for no reason because of their ugly appearance. Even if they rarely get an official position based on their talent and learning, they are often disliked and disliked, and it is difficult to achieve success in the end. Go higher.”
"Senior's swordsmanship is already at a very high level in the world, but he was born without knowing the past, and he always felt that his life was confused. But now he has some understanding. Although God may not always uphold justice, in fact, he still gives blessings to those who are less fortunate. Those who want to leave behind some back-ups, and these back-ups may not necessarily make people happy, but they can barely withstand the wind coming from all directions."
"After all, sometimes, even I feel that it is best to forget some things that I have encountered. At least, I won't think about them often, feeling unwilling or adding new wounds."
The one-armed swordsman raised his head and thought for a while, but he was still worried that the young drunkard beside him would steal his wine, so he drank his fill first, then tilted his head and looked at Yun Zhong, who was mopping the floor with his long sleeves, "I don't think you should When practicing swordsmanship, you should follow the example of those bald donkeys on the mountain and down the mountain. Maybe you really have some Buddhist connections, and maybe one day you can be the leader or even the abbot of a temple, and be calm and praised by others as a master."
Yun Zhong, who put the iron ruler around his waist on his knees, just smiled and didn't take it seriously. First update@
"We are all ordinary people. If we can really think about it, why bother to be so demanding about realm cultivation? I always think about one thing. If I have never passed the level of my senior in sword competition, can I still waste time here with my senior?" In good times, you always need to be acknowledged, so that you can talk to each other, and you can talk freely as a close friend. Maybe the seniors are not so tacky, but this is what I think. Before you have the ability, everyone may not be polite. After the skill, it seems that the whole world has gradually become more polite, just like before killing the dragon, I was just a swordsman crossing the river with a sword, but after killing the dragon, I am a god in this city holding a sword to protect people's lives."
The one-armed swordsman kept looking at Yunzhong's face, but the latter was calm and calm, and his expression did not change from beginning to end, as if he was mentioning something that should be taken for granted and what he thought in his heart, and his broad sleeves moved with the autumn wind.
"It seems to make sense," the one-armed swordsman smiled, "If I were not in this mountain, you, the descendant, may not be able to say these words to me. Although it is a bit unreasonable, it is still a wall that cannot be bypassed. As a swordsman, it is rare for me to think of you in such a random way, so it is hard for me to say whether you understand your sword practice or not."
Yunzhong put away his iron ruler and grinned at the one-armed swordsman.
"So they are just ordinary people among all living beings. In the eyes of countless predecessors, this is a common old question, but maybe until endless years have passed, there will still not be a capable person who lives a truly understanding life, because The word "understanding" is also a name given by people."
The clouds in the sky were crushed by the autumn wind. I don't know where they were stained with ink, and they quickly faded away.
Yun Zhong, whose hair was blown away by the wind in the mountains, suddenly remembered a fragment of words he had written down in a storybook when he was a child. It said that the world suddenly regressed by five hundred years, and the pieces of celadon that had been broken were turned around and restored. Perhaps the flames that cannot be wrapped up in the rice paper will gradually subside, and all the burned rice paper will be returned to the old person, but the moonlight in the sky seems to never return to that day, as bright as a plate.
Recently, people have been under pressure, and my mind has been numb, but it is difficult to find peace for a moment. Naturally, I can't handle the sword with ease. Yun Zhong adds fuel to the fire, adds icing on the cake to the melancholy, and finally reveals a little today.
So Yun Zhong was very happy.
As the saying goes, you cannot ask for anything. When you ask, you may not be able to catch it. When you don't ask, there is no wind and waves. Now, standing in front of the rolling mountain rain and facing the strong wind, it is actually a sign of the desire to catch the moon in my hand.
"I'm probably going to enter the third realm."
Yun Zhong pointed to his nose with a smile, but these words were clearly not spoken to the Broken Arm Swordsman, nor to Liang Gangfeng, nor to his master, or to his sweetheart who was thousands of miles away. Just after saying this, the iron ruler naturally hung on Yun Zhong's shoulder. This piece of fine iron, which had been forged for countless years by an ordinary-looking old man in the small world, had no edge at the moment. The angle is small, but the light of the sword reflects the brilliance of the entire small world. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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Thousands of feet long, it pierced through the dark clouds in the sky, creating countless holes in one breath.
There is the autumn sun above, and there are chaotic clouds in the middle that block my mind. The swordsman on the ground is alone, with no sword in his hand, only an iron ruler on his shoulder, and his words are like the light of a sword in the daytime. First update@
This sword light was thousands of miles apart, which actually made the four kings sitting cross-legged in the clouds feel that this sword light was too vast, but it did not mean any harm. It had neither sharpness nor coldness, and could only be compared to the sky. The clouds swayed and fell into the sky.
Mr. Dongyan was the first to come back to his senses. It was probably the first time in many years that he smiled so freely. He took all the shining treasures in front of him into his arms, fearing that the other three would regret it and end up swallowing them in one gulp.
The mountain rain came half an hour late. A swordsman who had abandoned his sword for many years in the mountains, carrying an iron ruler with a square handle, defeated the most outstanding swordsman in the forty-nine caves in one go, and went down the mountain in the rain. .
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