Sixty long years have passed, and I have grown up to be an octogenarian.
The two Qigu Sect disciples, who were clearly neighbors, had little friendship and even less contact.
The folk customs in Shanlan City, since it is in the north, of course have to be said to be brave and brave, but Rao is a woman in the city. When it comes to speaking and talking, she is no less tyrannical than men. The meat and vegetables are mixed together, and sometimes in the season of washing clothes , even the men who passed by had to avoid gossiping, and when they heard the words, they would blush and run away, leaving only the well-informed women laughing.
In Mulan's sewing shop alone, there are always such chatty women coming and going. In the past few years, Mulan has found many homes for Mulan and has worried a lot. Even at this time, she is still in her old age. People often come to the door to talk about matchmaking. After all, it is best to find a reason for this matter. In the early years, when Mulan's appearance was the most eclipsed by women inside and outside the city, if he recommended the matchmaker himself, I think if the man who recommended the matchmaker was rich, he would definitely be able to gain some favors. Even in the years to come, he would say that he had done a very good deed, which he could remember even when he was old and dying.
When Mulan got older, the reason changed from the fact that she was born with a beautiful country and there was no beautiful man in the world, to that now that she was not very agile and had no children, of course she wanted to take advantage of this situation. It has nothing to do with love, but to find someone to live with at this critical moment. It just means that someone will take care of you in the years to come. Even if it is unpleasant to say, if you get to the front, someone will take care of things behind you.
Song Qiupu's good looks when he was young alone attracted many people to visit him to talk about matchmaking, so what's more?
The situation is that Mulan is very popular in Shanlan City, and everyone who meets him praises Mulan for her refined appearance. The matchmaker who came to talk to her almost lowered the threshold of the sewing shop by two steps, polishing it until it was smooth and smooth, and then gradually disappeared. How many. But the strange thing is that there has never been any matchmaking between the two of them. Song Qiu Pu An sat down peacefully in the small shop that was not too shabby, facing Mulan across the street. Over the past sixty years, the two of them have been getting along. Roughly twelve or three sentences a year is a lot.
In these years, what Song Qiupu asked the most was not about polite greetings about the upcoming festivals, but about whether Mulan's pain in her heart had eased.
But until today, Mulan spoke softly, saying that there was probably no cure for the heart problem. The original life span was only less than two or three years due to old injuries, old age and frailty.
Many busy people in Shanlan City can catch a glimpse of the blacksmith shop that has not been opened for a long time when the rain falls or the snow is cold. The door is open. It has been in the city for many years and it is no longer young. Song Qiupu sat quietly in the door, looking straight at the tailor shop. From his childhood, he had been affectionate but tried his best to hide it. In his old age, he could no longer see the slightest trace of it, and could only feel pity and emotion.
The small town of Shanlan not only buried a five-level person who should have been sitting on the human world for a long time, but also buried a stunning woman who should have had a high reputation on the spiritual path.
When the wind and snow came again, Yun Zhong, Jiang Baigui and several people behind him stood on the hillside, looking at the sword energy rising into the sky like a hanging sea. The perfection of its sword intention could not be seen even if Yun Zhong silently compared it. , this person has been neglected for nearly a century and is just closed.
Song Qiupu, who has learned Taoism, has a better sword intention than his master Wu Shuang. He feels that the sky is like a sea of sword energy rising and falling, but there is no trace of murderous intent.
Probably so many years have passed between many things, and the hatred, affection, and love are just like the old paulownia trees, the bark of which is mottled and cracked, and can no longer be said to be fixed in the heart.
"Of course I hold a grudge against you, Meng Chanshan, and I hold a grudge against you all the time, and I don't dare to slack off in the slightest. Especially when my junior sister frowns, she holds a grudge even more. For the past sixty years, this sword embryo has been equal to Meng Chanshan. Toad Mountain, it's a pity that even so, he has never been willing to smash this sword body into pieces. Just because Liuchi Lane is strong and sharp, how can the natal sword be weaker than a sword body that has not yet been finalized."
Song Qiupu also raised his head, as if he was very surprised that he had not drawn a sword for many years, but his first sword in the Five Realms was so majestic. He smiled quite contentedly, twirled his white beard with two fingers, and pointed towards Mengchan Mountain. Looking at it, the smile is even stronger.
"Back then, our Qigu Sect had an elder who often blew up the alchemy furnace. This beard-twisting method came from that elder. Does this look familiar to you, senior brother?"
"In fact, from the time you showed up outside the city
, the junior brother saw that you are not a senior brother, but an extremely pure inner energy mixed with some residual soul, so you are confused most of the time, you don’t know the year, and there are many things that you can’t remember, and you don’t know that it was the senior brother who entered by mistake back then. The backup plan left behind by the wrong path was still the body that was destroyed by the fire in the valley, but the remnants of the soul were destroyed sixty years later. Sixty years later, they gathered into human form. They only had the appearance of the previous realm. Unfortunately, they were not the Meng Meng of that year. Senior brother. "
Mulan pursed her lips and teeth, trembling all over, her eyes still
He was still staring at the figure that was the same as Meng Chanshan.
"I think junior sister would have noticed earlier, so I still have to thank my senior brother for allowing me to think about it. I think God has no such big responsibility, and specially left some moments of life and death for people. Fortunately, it is only a few decades. Afterwards, I can still see the appearance of my senior brother, which is already rare. It also happened to allow me to see the scenery of the five realms, and I also want to say thank you to my senior brother."
On a snowy night in the middle of winter, even the sword energy of the Five Realms can't stand up to the darkness of the night.
"It turns out that the five realms also have a certain number."
With almost no room to breathe, Song Qiupu placed Liuchixiang in front of his knees, looked deeply at Mulan, and actually entered the fifth realm, and poured out all the sword energy on his head for the first time.
The first sword in the Five Realms was actually Bingjie. Many people, including Yun Zhong not far away, did not expect it. However, Song Qiupu, who was wrapped in infinite sword energy, did slowly fall from the Five Realms. Then came the fourth realm, and then the third realm. They retreated extremely fast. Only a pure sword energy from the fifth realm was left, which was washing through Song Qiupu's body. Even though he tried his best to keep the energy in his body from leaking, the old blacksmith's skin and flesh were the same. It dried up, and more than half of the six-foot lane lying horizontally in front of the knee collapsed, and the low sound of the sword became fainter.
Mulan's figure that had not moved yet was slowly walking towards Song Qiupu, who was stripped of his body by the sword energy of the Five Realms. He did not even look at Meng Chanshan. The latter wanted to step forward to save Song Qiupu, but was stopped by Mulan. He raised his hand to stop him, smiled for the first time in his life, shook his head slightly towards the remnant soul of Meng Chanshan who was sitting cross-legged on Duansui Mountain, and stepped into the wave of sword energy.
I owe a lot to Meng Chanshan, but how can I say that I have never owed anything to Song Qiupu over the years.
"Anyone who owes a debt to my senior brother will be repaid in the next life.
In fact, Senior Brother Song never likes to be alone, so he needs someone like this to accompany him. "
Yun Zhong, who was standing on the hillside, held out his sword finger, and the red dragon's inner energy flashed past. Even though his face was pale, he still sent the sword energy in the direction of Song Qiupu, hoping that he could forcibly stop it with the last bit of the red dragon's inner energy. There is a little bit of Qi in the five realms, but the internal Qi is really unsustainable. Although it is supported by force, it still does not help. The sword energy activated by the full force of the five realms was not something that Yun Zhong could stop now. Although he gritted his teeth and kept sending out the sword energy, it was still like a bull in the sea.
The person who stopped Yunzhong was Jiang Baigui.
"These three people have been struggling for a full sixty years, and finally achieved peace. They should be free. Why bother to stop them. If these masters are determined to die, how can they stop them."
Even so, Yun Zhong still didn't retain any inner energy, and all the inner energy in his body turned into sword energy. Then he sat down on the spot decadently, looking at the two people with only their broken bodies in the thousands of sword lights, and tightly Holding the palm of his hand, his face also regressed from old to young. His appearance was indeed very good, the man was cold and handsome, and the woman was radiant.
When the sword energy stopped, only a very old Meng Chanshan was left. He stood up tremblingly, glanced at the Duansu Mountain where the top of the mountain was nearly cut off by the huge sword energy, and then bowed to the place where the two men died. Bai, he had aged so much in an instant that when Yun Zhong followed him into the Duansu Mountain full of earthly fire a long time later, he had no choice but to help the old man, but found that the old man's figure was too light and tight.
Old Man Brokenhand talked a lot. He was not as crazy and confused as usual, but really like a dying old man in the market, just like Yun Zhong.
Talking about some events from the past, he said that Meng Chanshan had always known the temper of his junior brother. He was arrogant but not evil-minded. However, he was so timid. Even if he set his sights on such a rare and desperate girl, he would never do it. When it comes to waiting quietly, he can be sharp-tongued when it comes to other things, but when it comes to talking about love, he is often clumsy and dumb.
It is said that when he was still in Qigu Sect, Meng Chanshan should have had the best friendship with this junior brother. I am afraid that if Mulan had not happened, Song Qiupu would definitely not have much hatred. Unfortunately, it has been like this for many years, and the word "hate" will always go his way.
Thoughts such as hair growth, jealousy, hatred, gratitude and pity are mixed together, and it is always difficult to distinguish what the mood is.
"The method of forging swords in Meng Chan Mountain is different from ordinary people. It is based on the ancient practice of feeding the sword with one's body. As for the shape of the sword, it still needs to be decided by you personally, young man."
The old man stood up in front of the sword embryo wrapped in earth fire, glanced at the silent Yun Zhong, and said with a hearty smile, "Today you know that I am me. Junior brothers and sisters also have peace of mind. I think I should have something in the underworld when I come to Meng Chan Mountain." I feel that all the knots in my heart have been resolved, and everything in this world is no big deal."
Then the old man's body disappeared, leaving only a broken palm, which fell into the earthly fire. The sword was first formed, and the sound of cries lingered endlessly.
Yun Zhong, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, wanted to stop the old man, but in the end he forcibly restrained his thoughts from leaking out. Then he sat down cross-legged and recited the scriptures silently.
At that time, chanting could be heard outside Zhongtai Temple all year round. I heard Zen Master Fu Kong said that it was used to save people.
Sixty years is a period of time, a blink of an eye, but it is enough to trap many people.
The violent wind roared outside Shanlan City, but it finally came to an end.
Go, but the snowflakes did not stop for a moment.
Three days later, a tired swordsman cut off a piece of dead wood, tied the leather rope with difficulty, put a sword in the scabbard, and let the inner fire explode the mountain of sin, killing three people and burying them. Come together.
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