"Boy, learn to swordsmanship from me, you will be invincible."
"Such a good sword seedling, it would be a pity not to become a sword cultivator."
"What kind of vegetables are there to grow? I've seen you grow them for three years and I haven't seen you sell them for much money."
"As long as you agree to learn the sword from me, I guarantee you will have everything you want, including money, beauty, immortality, and invincibility."
The commoner boy felt calm, wiped his sweat, waved his hoe and continued working.
The broken sword is not broken but is stained with rust.
The sword was as black as the bottom of a pot, with gaps everywhere. It floated around the young man tirelessly, spitting stars: "In my eyes, big men from the fairy world, great powers from the gods, and tycoons from the demon world are all rubbish. As long as If you want, let them bring you tea and water for washing your feet, that's all trivial..."
The weeds in the vegetable garden grew quickly after the rain, and the boy was busy.
Can Jian was also talking non-stop.
Ever since the boy accidentally injured his hand three years ago while chopping firewood with the broken sword, and blood dripped onto the broken sword, the broken sword has become strangely able to talk, and it can also fly!
"Damn it! I'm so suffocated..."
The boy was startled, screamed, rolled and crawled into the pig pen, where he hid for a day and a night.
Finally, under the protest of the sow and a group of piglets, she had the courage to return to her wool house.
As soon as he entered the house, Can Jian asked the young man to take off his clothes and raise his buttocks, saying that he wanted to check the young man's body.
Naturally, the young man was unwilling. Without saying a word, he picked up a hoe and fought with the broken sword for a day and a night...
Weird things happen every year, but this year it was nothing strange at home, and life had to go on.
The young man thought about it for a while and didn't bother to pay attention.
After getting along for a while, the young man discovered that Can Jian was nothing special except for being a talkative, mean-tongued, and capable of flying, so he didn't care.
Still doing what you should do.
The boy's name is An Qing, and he moved here from his grandfather's generation who fled the war. This place is called Wind Blade Village, so named because there is a Wind Blade Valley 20 miles behind the village.
Regarding the origin of Broken Sword, my grandfather said that Broken Sword seemed to have been accidentally discovered while digging a latrine in the backyard. It would not break no matter how much I cut it, so I used it to chop firewood.
"Boy, just listen to the advice of a lonely old man like me. If you don't practice swordsmanship, you will die. You really will die. If you die, I will also be unlucky and will continue to be sealed. I'll give it to you." You kneel down, okay?"
Can Jian begged, his straight sword bent.
However, An Qing remained indifferent...
In the hot afternoon, An Qing stopped working, returned to the house, poured a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. Then he started boiling water to take a bath, put on clean clothes and went to cook.
Can Jian followed all the way and watched silently.
It really wanted to wipe the neck of this hateful young man who never talked to it with a sword, and go around living happily.
However, success is also a drop of blood, failure is also a drop of blood.
If An Qing's blood hadn't unlocked its seal, it wouldn't have woken up this day.
However, the shedding of blood equals recognition of the Lord.
Without An Qing's permission, you can't go far even if you want to.
An Qing has an average appearance, is not tall and is quite thin, and his face is pale. He walks as if he could be knocked over by a gust of wind. Anyone can tell that he is sick.
But his illness was strange, and even after searching many famous doctors in nearby counties, they couldn't figure out what it was.
With this disease, he loses weight every year.
Now sixteen years old, he is almost skin and bones.
In order to treat An Qing's illness, An Qing's father searched everywhere for good medicine, and finally found out that a strange medicine called Xue Ning Guo could cure An Qing's disease, but this medicine was only available in Wind Blade Valley.
Windblade Valley is a place where the villagers of Windblade Village are talking about it.
There are strong winds all year round, and strange and irregular wind blades appear from time to time.
Once upon a time, a villager's cattle ran madly towards the mouth of the valley, and was cut in half by a transparent wind blade, frightening the villager who followed him and fled for his life.
Seeing An Qing getting thinner and thinner, his father hesitated for a long time and finally took the risk and went to Windblade Valley.
For the first time, An Qing's father returned safely and successfully brought two blood coagulation fruits. An Qing's complexion improved slightly after eating them, and the whole family was very happy.
But soon, An Qing began to look pale again.
For An Qing's sake, his father went to Windblade Valley again, but this time he never came back. His mother looked forward to her last serious illness day and night. Although she managed to survive for a year and a half, she eventually passed away.
Only An Qing and his grandfather were left to depend on each other.
An Qing's grandfather attended a private school when he was young. During the day, he took An Qing to work in the fields, and at night, he took An Qing to read and write.
If I don’t have money to buy lamp oil, I use the light of firewood.
Although he lived in poverty, he was able to make ends meet with the help from the villagers from time to time.
An Qing was very satisfied with that time and also liked the world described in the yellowed book.
However, just three years ago, one day in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
An Qing suddenly fell to the ground. When he woke up, he saw his grandfather with a sad face by the campfire. The sensible man looked at his skinny palms and knew that he didn't have much time left, so he stood up and smiled to comfort his grandfather.
Grandpa just nodded silently.
When he woke up the next day, An Qing suddenly found that his grandfather was missing.
He was uneasy and searched everywhere, but he searched the whole village and couldn't find his grandfather.
He was very sad, thinking that his grandfather had abandoned him, and returned home dejected. However, he unexpectedly found a piece of cloth written in charcoal on the wooden table. He picked it up and saw that it was his grandfather's handwriting:
"My child, grandpa is gone. If I don't come back, you are not allowed to come to me. Grandpa saved some coffin books when he was young. He originally wanted to leave them for you to treat your illness, but your illness... forget it, just put it on the bedside. In the cabinet below, go to Aunt Zhang’s house and buy two freshly-laid piglets, raise them and eat them as long as you can. This is fate, and we accept it. If you are still alive, do it for me. Stay with your father and your mother for three years and then leave. Don't go there. If you have a chance to live, son, listen to grandpa and don't give up."
By the time An Qing finished reading it, he was already crying.
After waiting at home for more than ten days without seeing his grandfather, An Qing knew that his grandfather would not come back, so he burst into tears again.
My parents are gone, my grandfather who loves me the most is also gone, and I am the only one left in this world.
An Qing's eyes were blank and his heart was like duckweed, but in order to abide by his grandfather's last words, he wiped away his tears and lived strong.
Waiting until dawn, I took out the money my grandfather had saved from the cabinet under the bed and went to Aunt Zhang's house to buy a male and a female piglets. I also built a pigsty with my own hands and went to work in the fields by myself.
...
Since grandpa's absence, some rumors about An Qing have gradually spread in the village.
It was said that he was the reincarnation of some evil star and would kill his relatives. This rumor eventually became more and more intense, saying that he would not only kill his relatives but also his neighbors...
After the rumor spread, all the villagers near his home moved away overnight, leaving not even a chicken feather behind.
An Qing watched all this silently without saying a word. Gradually, he became taciturn and stopped talking to anyone. The villagers were as scared as snakes and scorpions when they saw him.
Until one day, he slept until the afternoon.
When I woke up, my whole body was extremely weak, but I was unbearably hungry. I stumbled to the stove and was about to chop wood to make a fire. Unexpectedly, I accidentally hurt my finger, and blood suddenly flowed out. A drop of blood just happened to drip on the broken sword, and it was also... There is the beginning of the story.
The days passed by day by day.
Since Can Jian and An Qing got acquainted, he has been nagging An Qing in his ear every day to ask An Qing to practice sword training with him.
An Qing didn't pay attention.
Apart from nagging in front of An Qing, Can Jian disappeared the rest of the time.
It wasn't until not long after that An Qing unexpectedly discovered that Can Jian still had this hobby.
Whenever a young widow in the village passes by the courtyard gate to wash clothes in the river, Can Jian will quietly follow her.
Once or twice is fine, but if it happens too many times, even An Qing will inevitably become suspicious, so he quietly follows Jian Ye when he is not paying attention.
When I came to the river, I saw Mr. Jian hiding in the grass and watching the widow take a bath, with a very lewd smile on her face.
That's right, it's just a sword, but it's anthropomorphic and has a lot of laughter...
This discovery made An Qing speechless for a while.
He felt more and more disgusted by Mr. Jian and didn't want to talk to him.
Maybe he was bored staying here in Anqing.
Can Jian started to recover again.
Stealing chickens, petting dogs, and grabbing children's toys in the village.
He pretended to be a ghost in the middle of the night and frightened people, making the village uneasy, and even inviting Taoist priests to do it didn't help.
If An Qing hadn't been unable to bear it and stopped him, Can Jian would have driven all the villagers crazy.
But the strange thing is that others can't see its existence.
…
Today, An Qing cooked a dinner that was more sumptuous than usual. He also specially set out four pairs of bowls and chopsticks. Under the surprised gaze of Jian Qing, he whispered, burned incense and bowed, then walked out of the house and lay down on a table in the yard. Sitting on an old lounge chair, I quietly watched the three red suns setting over the western mountains.
After a long time, An Qing suddenly took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Can Jian, and showed a long-lost smile, "What... should I call him?"
"Fuck!"
Can Jian suddenly jumped back to the corner and shouted like a duck: "F*ck! Did I hear that right? This kid actually talked to me! Is the end of the world tomorrow?"
An Qing was startled when he saw this and was a little speechless.
After a while, Can Jian suddenly flew towards An Qing, hovered in front of him, and carefully probed: "You... figured it out?"
An Qing nodded calmly.
Can Jian took a deep breath and said, "That's good, that's good. I am the spirit of this sword. Just call me...Jian Ye."
An Qing was stunned for a moment, looked at Can Jian with a strange look, but still called out honestly: "Master Jian."
Can Jian was so excited that his whole body trembled and he flew around the yard, "It's been three years, three whole years, and I finally waited for this day. It's not easy."
An Qing: "..."
…
After dinner, An Qing sat cross-legged in the yard and looked at the stars in the sky as requested by Master Jian. Although there was doubt in his eyes, he did not ask anything.
Although Master Jian doesn't look serious, the fact that a sword can speak is a magical thing in itself.
And it’s still broken...
No matter how stupid An Qing is, he still knows that Master Jian is extraordinary.
As for why we have been indifferent in the past three years, there are two reasons.
The first is to fulfill my grandfather’s last words: observe mourning for three years.
The second is that Mr. Jian is too unruly and doesn’t want to pay attention to him at all.
Maybe if you agree to Lord Jian earlier, it will be a different situation.
But he didn't want to, he just wanted to spend these three years quietly.
Now that his grandfather's last words have been completed, he knows that Master Jian is his only hope for survival, and he can't ignore it even if he doesn't want to.
Master Jian glanced at An Qing and suddenly said seriously: "Boy, I thought I was wrong when you first unlocked the seal. However, after three years of careful observation, I finally confirmed that your physique is really special. , It’s very unusual, among the human race, there is probably not one person with your physique in the entire world.”
An Qing didn't understand, so he didn't interrupt and listened silently.
Master Jian said in a deep voice: "There is no accurate name for your physique, but the most famous name is the Nine Dragons Bead-Absorbing Body."
