After the rain has passed, there are no more thin threads falling from the heights.
The clouds opened, and the sun was shining brightly.
In the inner base of Shenshan Villa, in a courtyard somewhere, under the sun, stood two tall men, both of whom were very tall and tall, and whose appearance was far more heroic and domineering than ordinary tall men.
One man was wearing linen and silk clothes, and his whole body was white.
Behind his body hangs a pair of exquisite long bows and a cylinder full of flying arrows.
The two of them were Ling Pu, the master of the first village of Shenshan Villa, and Zhe Liu, the sharp archer who was also one of the top ten masters of the human race.
Ling Puling, the great vassal king, was called a god by martial arts. He was born with a "divine body" and his physical body was unparalleled in his ability to withstand injuries.
After receiving a good punch from the Sword God Fish You Cong, he did not suffer any serious injuries. There were no internal or external injuries to worry about. He just lay on the bed for a whole time. The next day, he was back again. I can stand up and walk freely.
In the courtyard, under the warm sunshine, Ling Pu specifically ordered in advance not to let any servants come to the cluster. He prepared all kinds of tools, bent down to dig a hole and dug the soil, and planted a tree seriously. Saplings of unknown species.
Even though there were many servants guarding outside the courtyard, the heroic man with a bow on his back still walked into the courtyard regardless of his will and went straight to Master Ling's side.
When a visitor arrived, Ling Pu just bent down and concentrated on planting trees. He didn't divert his attention. He didn't even raise his head and turn around to look. He just said simply: "Here we come." , you’re quite late.”
The visitor is Zhe Liu, a top expert with the nickname "Arrow God". He also has another level of identity. He is the sworn brother of Yao Ying, the wife of the villa owner.
Logically speaking, his sworn sister died. As an elder brother, Zheliu should not have come so late. It was unreasonable.
But it comes late, and the "Philosopher's Arrow" has finally arrived.
After Zhe Liu approached, he stood silently beside Ling Pu, looking at the slender sapling on the ground that was more than a head shorter than himself, with not many green leaves on it. He frowned and asked: "This is What tree?"
Ling Pu still didn't raise his head, helping the tree to stabilize the foundation soil. This process requires very careful control of the strength.
If it is loose, the tree will fall easily. If it is pressed too hard, it will easily affect the growth of the root system.
The king of the Shenyuan clan explained with a smile: "It's a loquat tree. I read an article before, and it said, 'There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it when she died.' I was lying on the bed yesterday When I was doing this, I suddenly remembered that sentence, and now on a whim, I got a variety of plants, just to relieve my boredom, there is no other meaning."
Zheliu was silent for a while and said: "After I received the news of Ying'er's death, I went to Qingling Temple, knelt in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva for seven or seven nights, recited the Ksitigarbha Heart Sutra, and prayed for her sworn sister. Seven whole days of incense.”
Ling Pu simply said "Oh" and didn't take it seriously. He asked calmly: "What do you want?"
Zhe Liu also said two words lightly, "Peace of mind."
Ling Pu was slightly startled, "Peace of mind? Who feels peace of mind?"
"Everyone."
Zhe Liu's tone was quite calm, "What I pray to Buddha is for those who are still alive in the world. All those who still love Yao Ying in their hearts can live in peace of mind, of course, including me."
Ling Pu nodded with satisfaction and agreed with this, "It's good to have peace of mind. If you can live with peace of mind, then you will really have no worries. I have invited no less than five hundred monks to come to Zhuangzi to do this. Ying'er read the sutras of the past life and reached bliss early... This move was actually to make her feel at ease, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect. She was still uneasy, and she couldn't sleep, eat, sit or stand at peace. Alas, I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it! "
Zhe Liu sighed lightly, "I also know that this is difficult. If I beg, it may be in vain, but I am still willing to go to the temple to beg. There is no other purpose, just to have a clear conscience. When I go to bed at night, It’s just that I can have fewer nightmares.”
Ling Pu said thoughtfully: "I'm different from you. I really hope to have more dreams. As long as I have dreams, maybe I can see more of Ying'er in my dreams. I really want to see you again." Eye-catching... It's a pity that since she left, I can't sleep anymore! After being knocked unconscious by Yu Youcong's fist, I fell asleep for a while. It was quite comfortable, but I didn't dream, and soon I fell asleep. Woke up again."
"Some things cannot be done without force."
Zheliu smiled and said, "As the saying goes, 'My heart is in my hometown.' You should let your heart settle down. You can't live in a 'hometown' that is too impetuous and anxious. If I were Ying'er, I wouldn't want to come back to see you. You look like this!"
Ling Pu sneered, "It's quite easy."
Zhe Liu stared at the white hair among the black hair on Ling Pu's head, which was indeed much more than his own. He thought again and suddenly said: "Should I call you 'brother-in-law'? Then brother-in-law, you To be honest, do you ever feel like you’re a waste?”
Hearing Zhe Liu's abrupt question, Ling Pu stopped what he was doing, straightened up slowly, turned around and asked, "Why is that so?"
Zhe Liu said in a deep voice: "Ying'er, my adopted sister, she fought against all odds in order to marry you. First she was knocked out of a sword point by her brother, and then she was expelled from the house and kicked out. Genealogy... So many years have passed, but you have never avenged her, or sought trouble for the Qianjin Dynasty. Isn't this cowardly behavior considered waste?"
If he dared to speak like this to Ling Pu, he might have received a few heavy blows to the head on the spot, but since the person who spoke was Yao Ying's step-brother Zhe Liu, Ling Pu wouldn't be able to use force against him. .
Master Ling of the villa had a gloomy expression on his face, his brows were furrowed and his head was slightly lowered. After a long time, Ling Pu sighed and said with a face full of reluctance and shame: "Yes, that's absolutely right. I'm a waste. I'm the real deal." I'm a waste! I couldn't avenge my dead wife. I'll be unhappy with this until my death... But Ying'er didn't let me go! She emphasized this to me many times before she was alive, no matter if she went to Shuanghan in person It is absolutely impossible to go to the continent, send my own men, or invite other acquaintances. I must not go to the Qianjin Dynasty to cause trouble! I really have no choice but to give up. Buddhism advocates 'letting go', but this The debts have been piled up for so many years, how can we just let them go..."
Ling Pu suddenly turned his head and looked aside, looking at Ying'er's adopted brother Zhe Liu, and asked: "What about you? Why don't you Zhe Liu go and avenge your sister?"
Zhe Liu laughed at himself, "One blade, one country. If you go there, you will die. Why go and risk your own life? Not only you, Ling Pu, but I, Zhe Liu, also only know sarcastic remarks, and are a complete trash!"
Ling Pu had a complicated expression. He stretched out his arm and used his broad and strong palm to pat Zhe Liu, the Arrow God, who was also a "waste" like himself.
The loquat trees have been planted.
In the court, two tall, handsome, good-for-nothing men looked down at the saplings, standing blankly and silently.
The arrival of a young man broke the silence between the two.
This young man is dressed in the same style as Ling Pu, the old owner of the villa. They are both dressed in rough linen clothes with a white scarf on their head. They use this attire to mourn the souls of the deceased.
"Zhen'er, you've changed your clothes."
The king of the Shenyuan vassal, who was in full bloom, greeted his only son.
Ling Zhen nodded and said "Dad", and stepped forward with a faint smile on his face.
Ling Zhen, a young man who changed into linen clothes and a white turban, stood in front of his father, bowed and apologized: "My child was overly impulsive and acted recklessly. I hope dad will atone for his sins!"
Ling Pu, the head of the Lingmen family, smiled brightly, straightened his chest and said bluntly: "Whatever this is, it's all over. Are you and I the kind of people who hold grudges? I can't even remember what happened to you... That slap was... Daddy hit you too hard. Is your tooth okay? Daddy apologizes to you."
Ling Zhen smiled and waved his hand, indicating that it was okay, and continued in a deep voice: "Dad, I heard the conversation you had with your uncle just now. My mother... one of her natal sword apertures was knocked out by someone. Of?"
When Ling Pu heard this, he immediately stopped saying anything and his face was gloomy, as if covered by black mist.
After Zheliu quickly observed his words, he coughed slightly and helped his brother-in-law: "Yes, your mother Yao Ying originally had two natal swords, one for yin and yang, and one for wedding dress. Later, she was with Qian Jin The royal family relationship in the dynasty was completely broken, and when she broke up with her family, her biological brother, Yao Hong, the most powerful warrior of the Bingyou tribe, punched and shattered the natal sword 'Wedding Dress', and also Therefore, a sword aperture was destroyed, and from now on I can only use the Yin Yang Sword..."
Zhe Liu, the master archer, paused, then lowered his voice and said solemnly: "The reason why Ying'er has been sick and weak all year round and cannot live to be sixty years old has a great relationship with this matter, and is even the root cause!"
At this time, the vassal king Lingpu, who was huge and unusually tall, couldn't bear it anymore.
He slowly knelt down and held his head in his hands so that no one could see his facial expression clearly.
The human warrior god, whose majestic power had shocked a country and a continent, was in the same state as a confused and helpless child, holding his head and crying softly. Ling Pu said in a choked voice: "The Yao family bullies others too much. Ying'er is too soft-hearted and merciful...it is obvious that there is such a hateful blood feud, but I have no way to retaliate, I can only let things happen, unable to retaliate, and let the culprit roam free and free!"
Ling Pu's voice was full of pain, grief and anger. His wife Yao Ying had only been dead for ten days, and he was squatting on the ground, his back hunched up like a shrimp, and his whole body was almost curled up into a ball.
The old vassal king in plain clothes and white scarf said sadly: "Before Ying'er died, she couldn't speak clearly, but she still managed to speak, talking to herself. She really wanted to go back to her hometown to take a look... I, Ling How incompetent is Pu?! He is so useless that he can’t even fulfill his wife’s last wish before she died!”
Seeing his brother-in-law feeling so sorry for himself, Yao Ying's sworn brother Zhe Liu, who was standing beside him, looked quite moved.
But there was nothing he could do, and he knew that he couldn't accomplish anything, so he could only shake his head and sigh.
Ling Zhen, a young man with a white turban and plain clothes, took the initiative to squat next to his father and started to comfort the latter without much fuss.
It seems that he, Ling Zhen, is the elder with a higher status in the family, while the owner of the village, Ling Pu, who is the vassal king, has become a young junior who needs to be coaxed!
Ling Zhen caressed his old father's body with his hand and said calmly: "The day before yesterday, I was in that red mass of energy and heard a few words from my mother to me."
After hearing this, Ling Pu immediately stopped holding his head, raised his head with a clever look, and looked at his beloved son Ling Zhen with tear-red eyes, and asked: "What are you talking about?"
Ling Zhen's smile was light and gentle, "Nothing, just chatting with me casually about daily life, asking me how I was doing recently, and whether I was having a good time traveling south, and finally made a wish...well, it can be regarded as a last wish. She hoped I practice my sword well and live well. As long as I can survive, I will have a future. With my future, with my Ling Zhen talent, I will definitely be able to become a great swordsman who is unparalleled in the world!"
Before Ling Pu could say anything, the young master Ling Zhen acted straightforwardly, put a hand on his old father's broad shoulder, and said with a smile: "Dad, one of my mother's natal swords was broken into pieces, and a sword orifice was destroyed. , was kicked out of the family and removed from the Yao family tree. I have written down these two grievances, rote! One day, I will avenge your mother for you, don’t worry, dad. "
After Zhe Liu heard this, he stared at the father and son of the Ling family squatting on the ground. The facial expression of this human archery master was a bit shocked.
Just because he has an innate supernatural power, he can read other people's thoughts at will.
The greater the difference between your realm and your own, the clearer your hearing will be, and you can hear every word as if you are talking to your ears.
At this moment, Zhe Liu heard some extremely shocking and exaggerated words from the heart of Ling Zhen, the ninth son of the Ling family.
"Two major enemies, let's defeat Yao Hong first, and then go to Wenjian Qianjin Dynasty!"
"Two wishes. I, Ling Zhen, want to enter the Yao family's ancestral mountain alive as a sword immortal, so that my mother can see my hometown again!"
Zheliu's eyes suddenly widened and he was speechless.
Such nonsense can be called unbelievable "crazy talk".
This guy is not joking... is he serious? !
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On this day, the old sword god Yu Youcong, who had been staying in the villa for three days, had lost all his anger, and there might still be a little bit of hatred, but it wasn't really much.
Then he was ready to leave the cluster.
When he arrived at the door, he intended to run away quickly, but was unexpectedly stopped by a young man wearing plain clothes.
The white-haired old man in a green shirt and carrying a sword felt a little strange. He stopped and turned his head to look at the guy who loudly called himself "senior". The old man raised his eyebrows and asked: "Yao Ying's son, right? Why? , Why are you calling me?"
Yu Youcong's whole body suddenly became angry, and he sneered with a crooked mouth: "Oh, I know, because I beat your father so hard that Ling Pu was forced to stay in bed all day, and you couldn't be more angry, so you came here. Avenge your father, right?”
Ling Zhen immediately waved his hands vigorously and said with a very pious attitude: "No, Senior Yu, you misunderstood. I came here to ask you something."
Yu Youcong was even more surprised and pursed his lips, "Begging me? Oh, what can I do for you? Do you want me to help you fight? I'm not interested, don't even think about it!"
Ling Zhen shook his head, thought for a moment, and simply pulled out the sword Ji Le from his waist, held it tightly in his hand, clasped his fists in salute, and asked, "I wonder if senior still remembers this set of swordsmanship."
Then, without waiting for Yu Youcong's reply, the young man wearing hemp began to dance in front of Yu Youcong, and completed a set of movements, with a coherent and varied high-quality sword wink.
It truly moves the clouds and flows smoothly, and the sword machine is so sharp and gorgeous that it can dazzle people.
If there is a secular audience present, I am afraid there will be no room for clapping and cheering. After watching it for a while, I will be dazzled, I will feel extremely dizzy, and it will be difficult to stand firm!
The sword energy is strong, with bursts of majestic energy shooting out in all directions. It is extremely fast, and at the same time it has a benevolent and shocking power. It is truly the pinnacle of excellence.
Yu Youcong, who was wearing a green shirt and white hair, stood silently. He finished reading the story without saying a word. Young Rao took out his sword, nodded, and showed a rare smile. Lao Quan said calmly: "What I remember, this is Dugu Jian Feng How could Shan Bai's 'Qianjun Sword Technique' be learned by your son when he was still at school?"
Ling Zhen lowered his head and pondered for a moment. In a flash, he raised his chin, raised his head and said bluntly: "Junior is brave and once swore to Senior Feng that one day, I will use my swordsmanship to challenge the old swordsman Yu. , to avenge Senior Feng’s loss of both arms and his disability!”
After Yu Youcong heard this, he couldn't hold it back on the spot. He burst into laughter and squinted his eyes happily, "Oh? So what you mean is that now you have to use this set of Qianjun Swordsmanship, Come and ask me about the sword?"
Ling Zhen shook his head vigorously and quickly denied: "It's not now, it's the future, some time in the future! This junior still has this kind of self-knowledge. If he dares to use his sword without overestimating his ability now and challenge the power of his senior, then he will definitely end up dead. ."
Yu Youcong put one hand behind his waist and straightened his waist. He was in a pretty good mood and said with a smile: "It's quite interesting. You fool, you are not a fool at all, compared to your father, that wild and reckless man." Much stronger. In fact, even if you come to ask the sword now, I will not kill you. After all, he is Ying'er's precious son. If I want to kill him, she will definitely not let me go. ."
Ling Zhen put the Paradise Sword back into its sheath, then held his fists, rushed forward and said in a serious voice: "My mother has passed away and has returned. I have the intention to go to the Qianjin Dynasty to avenge my mother for being removed from the family tree, but how can I cultivate my skills?" Qian, I am not strong enough to accomplish anything...but I beg Senior Yu, for the sake of knowing my mother for many years, teach me some swordsmanship so that this junior can get revenge!"
Yu Youcong was very surprised to hear this, with a curious look on his face, he raised his eyebrows, and said with a more playful expression: "You want me to teach you swordsmanship? Haha, you will be the one to ask me about swordsmanship in the future, okay? Do you want me to bring trouble to myself and personally cultivate a white-eyed wolf with no conscience at all who dares to bully my master and destroy my ancestors?"
Ling Zhen just lowered his head and clasped his fists, maintaining the same posture, motionless, as if as long as the sword god refused to agree, he would stay like this until death.
Yu Youcong looked at this young man wearing linen clothes and a white headscarf for a while. The old man smacked his lips and said nonchalantly: "The body of the first enlightenment, right? Tsk, this talent is indeed worthy." It's the best! It's a piece of material for cultivating immortals and attaining the Tao. It's worthy of being born by Ying'er... I can teach you how to practice swordsmanship, but you can't accept me as your teacher. I have principles and will never accept a disciple, let alone you. As a disciple named Ling, you can still call me senior. The word 'master' cannot even be called in your heart. You must remember this, do you understand?"
When Ling Zhen saw that Senior Yu was interested in teaching him, he was overjoyed. His eyes were filled with flying expressions, and he was so happy that he shouted excitedly: "I understand! Although Senior teaches the junior swordsmanship, he is not the junior's master."
Yu Youcong looked at Ling Zhen's energetic expression and his eagerness to become stronger. He touched his chin covered with white beard and said, "The way you look now, you really look a bit like me when I first met you." When I mention the sword... I think back to that time, when I was a scholar with the hope of becoming a sage, I sharpened my head and decided to change my career and practice swordsmanship. I didn't care whether I could master it or not, I just wanted to practice it anyway. Ha, at that time, I really mustered up a lot of courage and was very confident, or maybe I was arrogant."
The old sword god in a blue Confucian shirt slowly took out the long sword "Dayu" carved from precious stones from the scabbard on his back, and stared at the sharp sapphire blue sword.
Yu Youcong's face was full of smiles, and he sighed in a low voice: "Back then, if it weren't for your mother Yao Ying's encouragement and the Dayu sword she gave me, I wouldn't be able to kill a chicken in a row. A weak scholar who is not even a novice may not have the guts to wield a sword in the human world, so what kind of swordsmanship is he doing to practice martial arts?"
Gently stroking the edge of the blade with his fingers, the old man smiled and murmured to himself: "When a scholar meets a sword cultivator for the first time, his fascination is still fresh in his memory..."
Ling Zhen was quite confused when he heard this, and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Old Sword God Yu was still a scholar before?"
It seems that in the eyes of people other than those who know about it, he, Yu Youcong, is a man who should have been born for "kendo" since he was born.
There was a time when the swordsmanship gods in Zonghengyu were so weak that they could hold a book instead of a sword?
This kind of thing, no matter how you hear it, it doesn't feel real enough.
Yu Youcong, who had been a Confucian scholar in the past, was minding his own business, admiring his beloved sword Dayu with all his heart. His eyes were focused on the sword, and he did not notice the abnormality in Ling Zhen's expression.
Even if you notice it, it's not a big deal.
The sword god and the scholar, one is strong and the other is weak, they are completely different existences!
This reaction is normal.
The old man in green shirt holding a sword, with a cheerful expression on his face, said cheerfully: "What is talent? You have to be like me. You have to hold up the sage's book, stabilize the country, and write famous works for the ages. Put down the book and pick up the book. The sword can also be used unparalleled in the world!"
Ling Zhen nodded repeatedly and clapped his hands lightly to show his cheers.
The young people applauded and praised unstintingly: "Senior Yu is both civilized and military. He can not only place his pen and ink down, but also decide the world with his sword. He is a true hero!"
Ling Zhende's words were actually not so contrary to his wishes.
After all, the words "invincible, unparalleled", to others, are probably exaggerated metaphors, which seem a bit unrealistic and excessive praise.
But in this vast land inhabited by humans in Hanlan Continent, it is by no means an exaggerated metaphor for him.
Rather, it’s a true and perfect adjective!
Invincible in the world, unparalleled in swordsmanship.
