Ning Fan stood in the empty courtyard. Chinese Valentine's Day had passed and it was already the beginning of autumn. The leaves in the courtyard were falling all over the ground, but no one was cleaning them.
As the dusk grew darker, Ning Fan looked up at the sky and the bright red sunset. He vaguely understood something, but he became increasingly unclear.
He seemed to remember the old devil's advice to get more sun, so that he would not go crazy.
He seemed to be reminded of the childish face of the paper crane standing in the wind and snow.
He seemed to be recalling scenes of seas of blood. At the end of all seas of blood, there stood an unattainable giant who could crush seven plum blossoms and a city with one step!
He seemed to see Emperor Nirvana's ferocious smile, as if there were countless sarcastic voices sounding from all directions.
kill! kill! kill!
Ning Fan's heart is getting more and more confused, this is how he becomes obsessed! He once fell into a trap and was so driven by lust that he relied on paper cranes to save him.
This time, the way to go is to kill the fire. You can't extinguish the fire unless you kill people. But if you kill people, you will sink deeper and deeper, and one day you will completely lose your mind!
"Qiu Ling brought me to Gusu just to prevent me from being swallowed by murderous intent... If I succumb to murderous intent, wouldn't I be letting her down?"
"I, Ning Fan, kill not because I desire blood, but because of my persistence! I am a demon, but I am different from other demons!"
call!
In the courtyard, strong winds rose, blowing up fallen leaves everywhere.
No matter how murderous intention emerged in his heart, he chose not to kill people in Gusu. He did not want to give in to the murderous intention!
After a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and Ning Fan opened his eyes, revealing a clear color.
After forcibly suppressing his murderous intention, his mood improved a little again.
And outside the gate of the house. A knock on the door came at just the right moment.
Along with the knock on the door, a gentle Wu Nong whispered.
"Is Mr. Zhou asleep? My little stone took the young master's things randomly, and the slave family came here to give them back to the young master."
Squeak!
Ning Fan fluttered his sleeves and opened the door. Outside the door stood a pretty woman with a hairpin and a hemp skirt.
About 20 years old. Wearing linen clothes, black hair wrapped in white cloth, her appearance is dignified and virtuous, but her expression is sad, as if someone in the family has just died.
Holding a basket of eggs in one hand and a fine sword wrapped in silk in the other,
Seeing Ning Fan still standing in the courtyard, but the house door opened by itself, the beautiful woman couldn't help but think of the rumors that this house was haunted, and became a little scared.
Just thinking about my child taking other people's things. The beautiful woman took courage. The soft shoe moved. Enter the courtyard.
"Who are you?" Ning Fan asked in surprise.
"The slave Bai Su is Xiao Shitou's mother. I heard from Xiao Shitou. This sword was lent to him by the young master for viewing. However, this sword is too precious. It is a rare magic weapon. Xiao Shitou is still young. Once he loses this sword, The sword will be ruined, and the slave family absolutely cannot afford to pay for the sword, so I came here to return the sword."
Bai Su tried hard to keep his expression calm, but he still couldn't hide his fear.
Her beautiful eyes swept across the house and saw darkness everywhere, but no lights were burning. There was a cold wind blowing in the courtyard again, and Ning Fan in front of him was too young and handsome. He thought to himself, Mr. Zhou who bought the ghost house in front of him, could he be a monster...
Yes, such a good sword can only be owned by legendary demons and ghosts. How can a mortal swordsman have such a good sword.
Bai Su's husband had just died of illness half a year ago, but she still hadn't taken off her mourning clothes and was living alone with Xiao Shitou.
She thought to herself that she was quite beautiful. If Ning Fan was really a monster, it would be very wrong for her to enter this haunted house at this moment. If she fell into the hands of this monster, her chastity would definitely be ruined.
Ning Fan didn't know that he was already suspected of being a monster in Bai Su's eyes.
Ning Fan didn't even know that this beautiful woman wearing sackcloth and mourning was worried that her virginity would be taken away by him.
"Oh, you are Xiao Shitou's mother...are you here to return the sword? That sword is just my useless thing. It's okay to give it to Xiao Shitou. There is no need to return it..."
Ning Fan shook his head, but after Bai Su heard this, he immediately said seriously, forgetting his fear,
"Master Zhou, what you said is wrong! If you have such a good sword, you must be a swordsman. As a swordsman, how can you treat the sword as if it is nothing, let alone give it away at will! Although my husband died young, he was not a swordsman. But he was once the most famous blacksmith in Gusu, and he met many famous swordsmen. My husband once said that swordsmen should stick to the sword! There should be a momentum, the sword is there and the person is there, the sword dies and the person dies!"
Bai Su's words were like a burst of rain falling on Ning Fan's heart.
Originally, Ning Fan could not comprehend the sword's meaning from the sharp sword, and felt that something was missing. Now, after hearing Bai Su's words, he seemed to have an epiphany!
"That's right! The reason why I haven't condensed my sword intention is because I lack the attachment to the sword! Swordsman, you should stay attached to the sword!"
Ning Fan disagreed with Bai Sujian's words about death.
But regarding the words 'obsessed with the sword', Ning Fan nodded, deeply agreeing with it.
It's not wrong, what Xiao Shitou possesses is his obsession and persistence for swords!
Only because you can be extremely powerful with love, can you be extremely powerful with the sword!
Only because it can surpass the sword, it can surpass the will!
Ning Fan's whole body gradually became enlightened, exuding an aggressive and sharp sword energy. This sword energy made the knowledgeable Bai Su immediately open his red lips slightly in disbelief.
"Such, what a strong sword energy! The slave family has been in Gusu for twenty-nine years, but they have never seen such an amazing sword energy!"
Originally, Bai Su only thought that Ning Fan was a poor swordsman who did not hesitate to use the sword.
What Bai Su didn't know at this moment was that Ning Fan was an expert who kept his secrets to himself.
"Sword back!"
Ning Fan looked at Bai Su's arms and took a photo from a distance. With a huge force of absorption, he took the silk sword in the beautiful woman's arms into his hands.
"Photographing objects from the air! This is obviously a method that can only be used by swordsmen with extremely high internal skills!"
Bai Su's beautiful eyes were shocked, but this shock immediately turned into a quiet blush.
The power of the ingestion was so strong that it not only took away the sword, but also brushed against her chest, as if a pair of invisible hands were rubbing her breasts hard.
This was naturally an accident. Ning Fan didn't notice it, and Bai Su couldn't possibly reveal such a shameful thing.
Looking at Ning Fan's expression focused on the sword with her beautiful eyes, Bai Su believed that such a swordsman, who was extremely skilled in swordsmanship, would not do such an obscene thing as touching her breasts.
"That was just an accident... This Young Master Zhou is probably a peerless swordsman! If my husband is not dead, I will definitely smile if I can see Young Master Zhou's sword and see that there is such a swordsman in the world..."
"My husband's lifelong wish is for Xiao Shitou to become a peerless swordsman. If Xiao Shitou can teach him the art..."
The beautiful woman looked at Ning Fan, then at herself, and sighed softly.
Ning Fan was dressed in white, made from materials she had never seen before. He must be a rich or noble person.
As for me, my family has been in decline since my husband died. How can I have spare money to pay for my children to learn from famous teachers...
In Bai Su's eyes, Ning Fan is definitely the leading swordsman in Gusu City!
Little Shitou cannot afford to worship such a master...
After a long time. Ning Fan dissipated his momentum. Tear open the silk cloth. Looking at the shining green sword again, his eyes were different.
When the mind is obsessed with the sword, he seems to be able to hear the breathing of the sword... This is the ultimate sword!
leftover. Just transition from Ji Yu Jian to Ji Yu Yi to condense the sword intention!
Speaking of which, I was able to successfully understand this step thanks to Bai Su's reminder.
Ning Fan raised his eyes and said in surprise,
"Huh? Madam hasn't left yet? It's getting late, and Madam is still alive. Staying in Zhou's mansion seems to be easy for people to gossip, right?"
"Yes, yes..."
Bai Su was secretly ashamed. Of course she knew it was extremely inappropriate to run into Ning Fan's house in the middle of the night.
It's just that she didn't think about men and women at all before. Yixin just admired Ning Fan's superb swordsmanship and wondered if there was a possibility for Xiao Shitou to become Ning Fan's apprentice.
Now that she was reminded by Ning Fan, she reacted naturally, hesitated, hesitated, and finally couldn't speak. She sighed quietly and was about to leave.
When leaving, I remembered that I also carried a basket of eggs. I was here to thank Ning Fan for the small stone sword, right?
"The slave family knows that Mr. Zhou's family has a big business, so they don't care about these things. However, this basket of eggs is a token of gratitude from the slave family. I am grateful that the master is willing to lend the sword to the small stone to have a look... I heard that Mrs. Zhou is sick, and these eggs are just right. Replenish your body, Madam."
Bai Su handed the egg to Ning Fan, behaved appropriately and was full of blessings.
Ning Fan took the egg and his heart suddenly trembled.
This egg is the bond between neighbors and fellow villagers in the mortal world.
In the spiritual world, giving gifts to strangers is a stupid thing to do.
But in the mortal world, this is just a basic courtesy to express goodwill.
"Thank you..." Ning Fan sighed. He had not felt this kind of kindness for a long time.
"Pfft...Young Master is such a wonderful man. It's just a basket of eggs, so how can I thank you enough?"
Bai Su pursed her lips and smiled, full of charm. Just at this moment, Xu Qiuling woke up, pushed the door out of the house, and asked softly,
"Brother, it's getting late, why don't you light the lamp? Hey? Are there any guests coming..."
Xu Qiuling is one part sickly and one part beautiful. Standing in the night, she looks like a relegated fairy.
When Bai Su saw Xu Qiuling's beauty, she was astonished and secretly laughed at herself.
Mr. Zhou has such a beautiful wife, how could he touch such an ugly woman? I really overthink it...
"Bai Su, the slave, has met Mrs. Zhou. It's getting late today, so I'll see you another day."
Bai Su bowed again and left.
Xu Qiuling also had radiant eyes. If Bai Su was a few years younger, her appearance might not be much inferior to her own. After returning the gift, looking at Bai Su, and then looking at Ning Fan's hand-held egg, Xu Qiuling chuckled, inexplicably hitting the point of laughter.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You are laughing at Demon Zhou, who is carrying a basket of eggs...if any monks outside the sea looked at him like this, I don't know how many of them would be shocked."
…
In Gusu City, there were rumors that a young man named Zhou bought a haunted house. After some heated discussions, it was gradually forgotten.
And the people near the haunted house gradually became familiar with Ning Fan.
They knew there was something strange about this family. During the day, Ning Fan would sit in the yard, open the door, and focus on looking at the sword.
In the evening, Ning Fan will go boating on the Su River in Suzhou with a peerless beauty.
However, no one knew that Ning Fan had a nightlife, where he stayed up all night to treat Xu Qiuling's wounds with fragrant medicinal baths.
Many rumors indicate that Ning Fan is a swordsman, but no one has ever seen him use a sword.
The children gradually stopped teasing Ning Fan. Only the small stones seemed to come every day. Ning Fan looked at the sword, and he looked at the sword as well, as if he wanted to learn something secretly.
"Uncle Zhou, are you really not a swordsman? Tell me, and I promise not to tell mother!" Xiao Shitou begged.
"No..." Ning Fan told the truth, he was indeed not a swordsman.
Every moment. A small stone will show disappointment.
And when night comes, Bai Su will definitely come, take away the pebbles, and occasionally prepare some wine and food. Give it to Ning Fan.
As a result, the rumors about Ning Fan gradually reduced to his reputation as a romantic and lustful person.
During the day, he hooked up with the blacksmith's widow, and at night, he went boating with beauty. These reputations all fell on Ning Fan.
For Ning Fan, reputation is just a cloud, but for Bai Su, once a reputation is stained, it will be difficult to clean it up.
Either go to Suhe Huanyi. Or go to the market to sell cloth. She will always be criticized.
How does Ren Baisu explain. No one believed that she had thought about never stepping into Ning Fan's house again just to let Xiao Shitou learn the sword. She gritted her teeth and endured the stigma.
"Is this my mother..." Ning Fan closed his eyes and said words that Xiao Shitou couldn't understand.
A month later, Ning Fan seemed to have some enlightenment from the sharp sword, put away the sharp sword, and then took out a soft crape myrtle sword.
This sword is also a low-grade magic weapon. Compared with the sharp sword, it has less strength and more treacherous moves.
"Uncle Zhou, don't you care about sharp swords anymore? What about soft swords? They're so soft, can they kill people in a fight..." Xiao Shitou asked in confusion.
"Of course…"
Ning Fan casually shook the soft sword. The rockery in the courtyard shattered into pieces after a scoff of sword light!
Xiao Shitou was stunned. This was the first time he saw Ning Fan take action with his own eyes.
A burst of sword energy chopped the three-person-high rockery into pieces in the air. This was an incredible feat!
"Uncle Zhou, you, you lied to me, you are obviously a swordsman!" Xiao Shitou said excitedly, and he was even more determined to learn swordsmanship from Ning Fan.
"I'm not lying to you. I am indeed not a swordsman. You have good qualifications. Maybe one day, you will follow my path and understand my words."
Ning Fan shook his head and laughed. With that sword, he did not use any magic power, nor did he use any inner strength of ordinary martial arts. He just imagined the sword energy in his heart, and the sword energy condensed.
This is the prototype of Sword Intent!
In the first month, Ning Fan only looked at sharp swords.
In the second month, Ning Fan only looked at the soft sword.
The way of a sharp sword is to be fierce and invincible.
The way of a soft sword lies in being cunning and changeable, soft yet difficult to control.
In the third month, Ning Fan took out more than a hundred low-grade flying swords, stood in front of the small stone, and blew on the hundreds of flying swords. The swords suddenly burned with black fire. In just a moment, they were burned by the black fire into a three-handed sword. An epee that is as long as a foot and as heavy as a rock!
Xiao Shitou was stunned. He felt that Uncle Zhou might not really be a swordsman, but the legendary swordsman.
He became more and more obsessed with swordsmanship, and in the end, he stayed at Ning Fan's house all day long, unable to drag him away. Bai Su had to spend a lot of effort every time to take away this silly boy.
The weather began to turn cold, and in the fourth month, it snowed heavily in Suzhou, and the thatched house of Xiao Shitou's family was crushed by the wind and snow. At the invitation of Xu Qiuling, Bai Su took her children to live in Ning Fan's village.
Ning Fan robbed the five elders, and his family had a mountain of money, so there was no need for Bai Su to show up and make money again.
She was too embarrassed to accept favors from others, so she took over all the family affairs in the village. Xu Qiuling no longer rested during the day, her complexion became more and more rosy, and she was with Bai Su every day, loving her sister.
In the fourth month, Ning Fan broke off a peach tree in the courtyard and carved out a wooden sword.
Xiao Shitou didn't understand at all.
A sharp sword is sharp, a soft sword is treacherous, and a heavy sword is heavy. What are the advantages of a wooden sword?
Can a wooden sword cut people? Can you kill the enemy?
If it could, wouldn't everyone have a wooden sword and dare to charge into battle during a war?
Outside the mansion, Xiao Shitou didn't even look at the lively scene of the number one scholar parading on horseback.
People laugh at him for being obsessed with swords, and he laughs at people who live in fame and wealth, work hard, speak immaturely, but are old-fashioned.
"So what if I'm the number one scholar? How can the success of the imperial examination be as satisfying as the sword and the grudges?"
In Gusu City, Zhao Dashan, who was over eighty years old, married a beautiful concubine who was only thirteen years old. Many villagers came to watch, but Xiao Shitou did not even look at the procession to welcome the bride.
People laugh at him for being obsessed with swords, and he laughs at people for being obsessed with wine and sex.
"Drink, sex and wealth are all illusions. A sword in your hand is the truth!"
Xiao Shitou is still a mortal, but under the influence of Ning Fan, his heart is almost filled with swords.
As long as his experience increases in the future, he can hold a sword in his hand and become a peerless swordsman in the world, and it is difficult to defeat him.
In Xianke, the void can be shattered and the waves can turn over the clouds!
He has this qualification!
Ning Fan gradually stopped walking with the wooden sword in his hand. Even if he danced the wooden sword, it would stir up smoke and dust.
That's a state where there are no tricks to win, but... not enough…
In the fifth month, Ning Fan had no sword in his hand and turned his fingers into a sword.
An invisible temperament condensed on Ning Fan. There's only one last step left, and it's ready to go.
Xiao Shitou's eyes were fiery. When he saw Ning Fan flicking his finger and using his sword, the 30,000 kilogram boulder shattered into pieces. At that moment, Xiao Shitou felt a kind of enthusiasm...
He's going to be a swordsman!
"Uncle Zhou, I want to become a swordsman, can you be my master!"
Snapped!
Xiao Shitou knelt in front of Ning Fan, but Ning Fan just smiled and shook his head.
"Your sword skills may not be weaker than mine. If you become my disciple, I will make a mistake. You only need to remember my five-month sword mastery process. With this understanding, one person and one sword will challenge the world along the way. Swordsman. Finally one day, you will find your own way of swordsmanship."
"You are too young now. You only have swords in your eyes and no life. This is not enough... Gusu is a good place. Get along well with your mother and be filial to her. These are two pills. You and your mother should take them each. One stone can extend your life for hundreds of years. This book is a swordsmanship guide that will lead you on the path of cultivation. But I have a request. If your swordsmanship is not invincible, you cannot open this book!"
"When one day, you seek defeat in the world but are invincible, you can open this technique and enter the world of cultivation. This will be a brand new world with more challenges to satisfy you!"
Ning Fan glanced at Gusu. He had been detained here for five months and it was time to leave. The money and the house are all left to small stones. Along with the sharp swords, soft swords, heavy swords, and wooden swords that he had learned about swordsmanship, they were also left to him one by one.
Ning Fan picked up Xu Qiuling, took one step forward, and turned into a sword light and disappeared out of thin air.
Xiao Shitou was dumbfounded by this scene, while Bai Su felt a trace of sadness for no reason.
"Master Zhou is gone... It turns out that he is not a mortal. It turns out that there really are immortals in this world..."
A great sense of loss surged into my heart, which I couldn't explain or understand.
Bai Su didn't know what he was feeling, so he just sighed softly,
"That's fine..."
…
With a flash of sword light, Ning Fan took Xu Qiuling in his arms and stepped out of the island to the sea. Ninety thousand feet below the deep sea, he waved his sword light and opened up the sea water, leaving a waterless space.
After five months of convalescence, Xu Qiuling's golden energy has recovered 90%.
After taking it, all it takes is one final burst of extremely strong golden energy to cure her!
Ning Fan patted his storage bag and took out the dark red fragment of the Immortal Trap Sword. He swallowed it in one gulp with a flash of his eyes.
The fragment was forced into the sea of consciousness and swallowed by the sword intention. In an instant, the sword intention increased rapidly, and the sword intention that he had mastered for five months broke through the last barrier at this moment!
Sword intent, condense!
Without sword intention, there is no true sword cultivator. Only with sword intent can you exert 200% of the power of your sword moves!
"Congratulations to my brother on your successful swordsmanship! But, are you really okay with leaving Gusu like this... Aren't you ready to accept that little Shitou as a disciple, and that Bai Su, aren't you ready..."
"The fate of this world is over!" Ning Fan replied decisively.
Mortals should live a mortal life. Although he finally gave Xiao Shitou a sword cultivation method, he would not allow Xiao Shitou to cultivate if he could not reach the realm of invincibility in the mortal world.
Cultivation is a road of no return and may not be suitable for mortals. There is too much blood here. If you can enjoy the peace of Gusu, why should you be like Ning Fan and fall into endless battles.
The matter in Gusu was forgotten in Ning Fan's mind.
The most beautiful memories of his life were once only Qimei, then Luo Yun, and now Gusu.
If possible, he would like to live in Gusu forever for the rest of his life, but there is a reason why he cannot stop.
"Next, I will force out a trace of the immortal sword power, guide it into your immortal veins, and help you refine this power. If everything succeeds, not only will your destiny gold energy be replenished, but your cultivation level will also increase greatly. At least you can Reach the state of half-step to becoming a god!"
"I don't care about my cultivation level. If I can survive, if I can continue to accompany you and relieve you from the fatigue of killing, I will be satisfied..."
Xu Qiuling looked at Ning Fan affectionately, their palms touched, and a trace of sword power came from Ning Fan's palm and forced into Xu Qiuling's body.
For an instant, Xu Qiuling showed a look of pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured.
If you can't bear this pain, you are not qualified to stay with Ning Fan forever...
What is pain? Although the orchid is withering day by day, it is still waiting for the butterfly to return. Even if what is waiting is just ashes...
ah!
Xu Qiuling clenched her silver teeth, almost losing consciousness from the pain, but she desperately opened her eyes and looked at Ning Fan.
It seemed that as long as she looked at Ning Fan, she didn't care no matter how painful it was.
call!
An increasingly strong aura began to take shape within Xu Qiuling's body.
Everyone asserted that she would not live long, but she decided to live even more proudly...!
As his destiny was completed, his state of mind suppressed by illness began to improve rapidly.
In the past, Xu Qiuling was not unable to break through the Nascent Soul, but she just didn't dare because breaking through the Nascent Soul required the unity of the five elements. Her destiny was short of gold, so she could not have a baby...
But the magic power that I have cultivated over the years has been accumulated in my body, just for this day... to bloom!
Mana, armor, half-step to becoming a god!
"Brother! I, I..." Xu Qiuling shed tears of joy.
She finally defeated her fate and survived!
In an instant, countless calamity thunders fell down and submerged into the seabed. Ning Fan wanted to help Xu Qiuling block the calamity thunders, but Xu Qiuling shook his head and smiled indifferently.
"It's okay...I can do it! I don't want to be a woman who drags you down!"
