The sky was getting dark, and on the way back to Hangzhou City, there was only a young man holding a thin yellow horse. His figure was a little shabby, as if an old dog was staggering along with his old companion.
As we were about to reach the city gate, it seemed that because of the dark weather, the guards guarding the city were almost ready to close the city gate. In the dusk, they looked at the man and horse approaching and yelled at him to hurry up and not waste time.
Lin Manliu just tugged on the reins while shouting, not sure whether he was urging himself or the yellow horse beside him to enter the city gate faster, but in the end, they entered the city as usual according to the previous tutorial.
When passing by the soldiers who were guarding the city, one of the leading officers and soldiers was about to give a lesson to this poor man with muddy legs who didn't know where he came from. However, when he met the eyes of the young man in a short shirt who had just turned over, a chill seemed to seep out from his pupils and seep into his eyes. The minds of officers and soldiers.
Then it was Lin Manliu who spoke up first: "I'm really sorry for causing trouble to you sir."
Looking at the daggers tied on the back and waist of the young man, who must be a martial arts practitioner, the officers and soldiers scolded him with a strong breath: "Enter the city as soon as it gets late, don't hinder me from waiting for official duties."
The young man in short shirt nodded and apologized and continued to lead the horse. He once again passed by the inn where he stayed when he first entered Hangzhou. Lin Manliu did not look at the inn. He just paused for a moment and continued to move forward. However, before he could get out of the inn, he was stopped by someone. Stopped.
"Why did my mood become like this just after saying goodbye? It seems that I shouldn't have taught you Shanshui Yangjian Jue. Look at your inner breath now, which is very disordered, and you have not achieved any achievements in swordsmanship. You are going backwards to the end of winter before spring comes. ....Aren't you afraid that you will suddenly run out of energy and die while walking?" A figure in a yellow shirt leaning against the door of the inn said with a little sarcasm.
After hearing these words, Lin Manliu, who had dull eyes, was stimulated. There was a little light in his eyes. He turned to look at the old liar in yellow under the eaves and said with a sad smile: "The seasons rotate, the body and mind change, and now it's like this The situation is indeed a bit unbearable...".
"Now that I know it, I still act like this. I don't know what Eleven thought about letting you come. If I were not careful, I would have died on the way." The sarcasm became more and more serious.
But then the boy in short shirt didn't answer, he just held the yellow horse beside him and continued to move forward. This made Ye Dang, who was waiting for a reply under the eaves and continued to talk, a little surprised, so he caught up with him.
"Since what you want in your heart is to go find someone else, what's the point of making yourself angry to death?" Ye Dangting said jokingly.
"She must have her purpose. I want to go back to southern Xinjiang and I am not the only one who is traveling with me..." Lin Manliu murmured.
"Then why don't we come back to look for her when we return to southern Xinjiang? Your master and I have been traveling alone in the world since I was sixteen years old. Without you, I was so helpless. At that time, I met your master in a village in Fengjie... ...." The old liar in yellow shirt laughed heartily and began to recall his past events.
The boy in the short shirt listened to their past stories of the world, and it was all about the long journey between him and his master until his master wanted to return to Zhujian Peak to deal with the matter. After that, the old liar followed Lu Fengbai all the way. It’s all about the journey so far.
After listening to the story, the young man seemed to be in a better mood and said to himself: "I am not as good as Master or you who have learned martial arts and swords since childhood. Now I can only deal with mountain bandits or juniors of the same age. I will finish my work when I return to southern Xinjiang." Later, I will concentrate on practicing swordsmanship first, and then make other plans."
"That's very good. After the Qingming Festival, we will set off and return to southern Xinjiang." Ye Dangting patted the shoulder of the young man next to him and responded.
The two of them walked to Yijian Villa together. On the way, they told the old liar about the strange man holding an umbrella they saw and met in the bamboo forest today. In the end, they only responded with words such as "Don't worry about it." It seemed that Ye Dang was very relieved about that man. The man holding the umbrella, and calling him the umbrella holder, is probably quite familiar with him.
After returning to the villa, Chong Ying could not help but be sarcastic and sarcastic towards Lin Manliu. This seemed to be the tradition of this villa. No matter who or what they were teasing each other, they were merciless. However, Ye Dang had already heard of it. The young man in the unbuttoned short shirt was completely unaffected by Chong Ying and went directly back to his yard to rest.
Until late at night, Lin Manliu put on his clothes and walked out of the house to the courtyard. He looked at the room next door that had been tidied up, and then looked at the bright moonlight in the sky, the twinkling stars, and the sky without clouds and fog. There was a star river parting the sky above, and stars shone brightly from time to time. At this time, there was no melancholy at all in the evening. After taking a long breath, I sat under the eaves and quietly looked at the scenery in front of me.
The boy in the short shirt gradually looked towards the southwest. That was the location of his hometown, where his parents and master were waiting for him to return. He was about to return, and this time he was traveling with the old liar in the yellow shirt.
Looking back on this trip eastward, I saw so many people and things, including General Li Yanhe who spoke uprightly, Senior Sister Qiao Kesi who taught me how to learn swordsmanship at Sword Forging Peak, and her younger brother who had a similar personality to me, and I met in the fields. Returning to Yunxia, there is Jiang Yanlin who wants to be sworn sworn brother with her...and Yue Hanzhi and Miss Yue who are accompanying her all the way when they use their swords in battle.
His thoughts moved far to the southwest where the young man was looking. Just as the scenes he recalled in his mind changed and rotated, it seemed that his whole mind was flying into the distance with what he was thinking. The long road was long, and his thoughts were wandering, as if he was walking through it all over again. Go through the journey.
After withdrawing his mind, Lin Manliu stood up with his sword, walked to the courtyard and pointed the sword in the direction of his return. The Qi in his body began to circulate according to the method of Shanshui Yangjianjue, and he handed out a sword in the southwest direction.
Then, under the guidance of his master, all the sword moves he had learned and seen from the moment he picked up the stick at home were handed out one by one to the southwest.
The power of the sword is as powerful as Huanglong. Lin Manliu uses two pairs of swords according to "Ye Dangting". He lifts Shanye Xing upside down with his left hand, and holds the spring window butterfly in his right hand and passes the sword forward in turn. The timing and speed of the sword follow each round. The hand of the wheel becomes psychedelic and accelerated, and now it can hand out twenty-six swords.
The sword is flying in the sky. Zhu Jianfeng learned from his senior sister Qiao Kesi. He throws it forward with his right hand. The sword spins quickly and hits the target. Then it bounces back and is retracted with his hand. He often strikes the enemy with a skillful blow or wins the victory. The essential.
Spring mountain bamboo surges, learned from Yi Jian Shanzhuang Ye Dingting, the sword move is like bamboo leaves scattered all over the body, blocking the path of the enemy's weapons and falling into his own offensive, then the sword move is as sharp as the howling mountain wind in the bamboo forest, the sword blade slaps the opponent wantonly When it collided with the enemy's weapon, the sword trembled slightly, but several clever strikes directly affected the opponent's ability to control objects.
The swords handed out were all handed down by others, but what the young man handed out later were the sword moves he had seen.
Star-catching sword style, Spring Window Butterfly tilts towards the ground like a snake coming out of its hole. The tip of the sword points diagonally forward as Lin Manliu turns and twists his wrist. The direction of the sword swing is like a star map in the sky. The direction of the sword tip is when it hits. Like emblazoning stars on a star map, this technique was developed by disciples who were observing the stars in the bamboo forest outside Fengcheng.
In the cold snow, the young man in a short shirt pointed his swords forward, and the spring window butterfly opened the way to the mountains and then struck out. After that, the two short swords were handed out alternately, and the sword blades pierced the surrounding breeze, causing a subtle sound. The cracking sound was like the whistling of cold wind. Lin Manliu had seen this sword twice, once in the bloody battle outside Yuezhou City and the other time when he saw the enemy on the school field not long ago.
The young man seemed to have a very good memory. Whether it was the sword moves passed down by his master, senior sister and the old liar, or the sword moves he saw when fighting against enemies, he could always imitate them and practice them later. After completing all the sword moves, he looked to the southwest again.
In the past, we traveled eastward, and then we returned to the west.
