Lao Meng walked up to the field ridge with a hoe on his shoulder, and the two of them walked towards Meng Xiaodie.
Thinking about what Jin Wuming said, Lao Meng couldn't help but sigh: "Then you have to marry my sister quickly. She has been waiting for you for ten years and she is a good girl."
Jin Wuming replied calmly: "We will talk about this after I come back from the snow mountain."
With just one sentence, Lao Meng fell silent.
Wang Yi and Jin Wuming have been waiting for the battle for ten years. When the two made an appointment to fight, he and his sister had not yet met the fool A Jue.
Neither he nor his sister could do anything about it.
Looking at his sister standing in the sunset, Lao Meng sighed: "Then let's wait for you to come back. I believe you can come back from the snowy mountains because you are Ah Jue."
Meng Xiaodie, who was waiting for the two of them, obviously had no intention of urging Jin Wuming.
Perhaps in her opinion, she has been waiting for ten years, and even waiting for another year is worth it.
What's more, Jin Wujue just asked her to wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival before returning from the snow-capped mountains.
As usual, Meng Xiaodie accompanied her brother home to have dinner with her sister-in-law, and Jin Wuming went home to cook for his parents. Just like this, the two were only not far apart.
After dinner, Meng Xiaodie always comes over to cook tea with Jin Wuming and chat.
As usual, the old woman was nagging while eating, saying that Lao Meng's woman would give birth to a baby next spring, and the Jin family should marry a woman to be their young wife.
As usual, Jin Mingming put vegetables into the old man's bowl and said with a smile: "We can wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival to discuss this matter."
The night breeze was blowing, and Meng Xiaodie did not come to Jin Wuming to make tea that night.
Being used to living alone, Jin Wuming did not go to Lao Meng's house.
Today, he is an authentic farmer.
Even if he is the legendary Sword Thirteen in the world, his cultivation is unrivaled; even if the legendary sword of Lantian Villa has been passed down to him long ago.
He no longer paid attention to that sword. He hadn't used that sword for at least ten years.
He has become accustomed to the life in front of him. He works at sunrise and returns home at sunset. He no longer has to get up early to pour night fragrance like at Hongchen Inn.
For a man who has worked seriously as a busboy in the Hongchen Inn for ten years, the life in front of him is what he wants.
He is different from Wang Yi. Wang Yi has been an orphan since he was a child, a child raised by his master.
Wang Yi can wander around the world by himself, can feed his entire family without starving, and can conquer all corners of the country with a meteor sword without any enemies.
He, Jin Wuming, couldn't do it. Whether it was the powerful Jian Shisan who he once wanted, or Ajue who had been hiding in the Hongchen Inn for ten years, he couldn't do what Wang Yi did.
Even if he fakes his death and hides, he will only be in Chang'an City.
It only takes an hour to get to Lantian Villa, so even if there is trouble in the Villa and his parents need him, he will rush home as fast as possible.
Instead of being like Wang Yi, who played himself to the point of being crippled before thinking about returning to Chang'an City.
Sometimes when Jin Wuming is alone, he can't help but feel sad. He seems to be doing well in everything he does.
It only took ten years for him to become such that no one in the world would compete with him, and many people had even forgotten about him. What else was there to be dissatisfied about?
In addition to Wang Yi, this guy who he was sorry for back then was still thinking about their promise to fight.
In his opinion, there is no one in this world worthy of wielding his sword.
Of course, there is one person who deserves his gratitude and attention, and that is Amu in the Hongchen Inn.
It was Amu's casual words that allowed him to find the joy of practicing swordsmanship from the most common and ordinary thing in the world, chopping firewood.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, the ten years he spent as a clerk were extremely hard, but only he knew that these ten years were his happiest time.
Because he doesn't need to be responsible for anyone, and he doesn't have to worry about someone suddenly coming to him for a sword fight in the middle of the night, fighting for his life.
If his mother hadn't written him a letter, telling him that Meng Xiaodie was going to seek revenge from the big shopkeeper and fight to the death.
He originally wanted to live in Hongchen Inn for another five years... at least.
Just like Amu said, Xiaoyue'er is just like his and Amu's daughter.
Ever since she was born, the little girl has been bathed in the endless love of Amu and Ajue.
At that time, he didn't know that Murong Shuyu was pregnant with a child, and even gave birth to Xiaoguang later. This was the pain that he couldn't get rid of, and it was also Murong Shuyu's ruthless punishment to him.
But so what?
At that time, Sword Thirteen was essentially no different from Wang Yi. Of the two, one is in the east and the other in the west; one is in the south and the other is in the north.
They all live a life of eating one meal without finishing another, and have to face being challenged and killed in battle all day long.
In such a situation, Jin Wuming's biggest fear is falling in love with a woman, or being loved by a woman... In the end, his enemies will find his woman and children to threaten him.
Therefore, his relationship with Murong Shuyu was only short-lived, so he had to leave, and then used Wang Yi's words to announce to the world that Jian Shisan was dead.
Fortunately, in the ten years since he disappeared, he had figured out some things.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, or even in the eyes of Meng Xiaodie, he sharpened his sword for ten years because of that guy Wang Yi, but he was the only one who knew in his heart that this matter had nothing to do with Wang Yi.
Looking at the sword covered with cloth in the living room, he murmured: "Do I really need a sword?"
"Don't you need this sword?"
Slowly, the owner of Lantian Villa walked out. His hair was still gray, but he did not look as old as Wang Yi saw.
Perhaps the old man deliberately wanted Wang Yi to see an old man.
Jin Wuming raised his head, looked at the old man who came to sit in front of him, and smiled with a hint of confusion.
He replied: "This sword belongs to you, dad. I will never use it again."
The old man sighed and smiled faintly: "Don't talk about this sword. This villa will also be yours in the future. The sword is just something external to you, so why should you be obsessed with it?"
"This sword is the faith of Lantian Villa, not mine."
After pouring a cup of hot tea for his father, Jin Wuming said seriously: "Unless Wang Yi finds someone to fish out the Meteor Sword from the lake, I will not use this sword again."
On the day he came back, shopkeeper Jin told him that after Wang Yi buried the sword for him in Youhu Lake, Jin Wuming decided not to use the sword again.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the old man and said, "My person is the sword, and I will try to pursue a higher realm."
The old man asked: "What kind of state?"
Jin Wuming lowered his head and looked at the slowly rotating tea leaves in the cup in his hand, and replied: "Everything in the world can be used as a sword. I know it is difficult..."
When the old man heard this, he sighed and said, "That is indeed a bit difficult."
Jin Wuming was stunned for a moment, and then asked with some confusion: "Is this worth it?"
The old man smiled lightly and said: "Whether it's worth it or not depends on whether you can be satisfied. It depends on what kind of state you think is the end of your practice. This is the most important thing."
Jin Wuming frowned when he heard this, and recalled in silence, while thinking, he tried to touch some realms that he had not reached before.
At this time, he suddenly thought of Amu at Hongchen Inn.
He decided to wait until he finished the Snow Mountain Battle with Wang Yi before going to the Hongchen Inn to talk to Amu about what kind of satisfaction would allow Amu to stay at the Hongchen Inn with peace of mind.
Thinking of this, Jin Wuming looked at his father and laughed.
Smiling, he said, "I met a friend in Chang'an City. It took me ten years to get to know him. Apart from Wang Yi, he is my only friend."
The old man took a sip of tea, looked at him and smiled: "Then he must be great and worthy of your association."
Shaking his head, Jin Wuming smiled bitterly and said: "In my eyes, he is just a mortal, a mortal without spiritual energy and cultivation, a guy who has stayed in the inn for more than ten years."
Jin Wuming stayed at the Hongchen Inn for ten years. In these ten years, he never made a move or even taught Xiao Yue'er how to practice swordsmanship.
Because it was not his turn to worry about teaching the children how to practice swordsmanship. There was an old man named No. 47.
Qin Xiangyu told him that the old man was Xiao Yue'er's master, so from then on, he and Amu were only responsible for doting on Xiao Yue'er, instead of thinking about making her a good swordsman.
Similarly, he had never seen Amu take action at the Hongchen Inn. Even the technique of chopping firewood, Amu only told him some things to pay attention to.
Then, after he thought the ax was too light, he went to the market to find a blacksmith to help him make several axes.
From this point of view, Amu can actually be regarded as an excellent teacher for him in the mortal world.
Because Amu just told him the method, and then provided him with a good environment and weapons.
Thinking of this, Jin Wuming looked at his father and smiled and said, "Well, to be precise, the kid still hasn't seen clearly what kind of guy Amu is."
The old man was shocked and speechless.
In the eyes of the old man, Wang Yi, who came to Lantian Villa ten years ago, was a rare master in the world. Unexpectedly, the person his son admired the most was not Wang Yi.
But he was an ordinary guy in Hongchen Inn.
In other words, if it were the old lady or any swordsman, after hearing what his son said, he would definitely think that he was a madman.
Only the old man knows that this is not the case. Someone who can make his son admire must have something great about him.
"There is a saying that 'a great hermit hides in the city.' Perhaps you thought you were already hidden in the city, but in fact, in the eyes of those who are taller than you, you are just a small hermit."
When the old man said this, a knowing smile appeared on his face: "It seems that you have gained a lot after ten years in the world of mortals."
"Let's wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Jin Wuming sighed and said: "When the time comes, I will invite Amu to stay at Lantian Villa and let dad see this guy. I believe he will not reject me."
Both of them have some similar hobbies, even if Qin Xiangyu didn't hire a better guy than Amu.
He also decided to invite Amu to stay at Lantian Villa for some time.
He seemed to see some things that were going to happen in Lantian Villa after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even married Meng Xiaodie in front of him after solving Murong Shuyu's troubles.
And how could his big day be without a good friend like Amu?
The old man took a sip of tea, looked at him and said with a smile: "It is difficult for us to meet a friend worthy of your heart in the world, and it is even more difficult in a place like an inn."
Jin Wuming didn't say a word, just smiled lightly.
A ray of moonlight fell from the glazed tiles on the roof, falling on Jin Wuming's slender fingers reaching for the kettle. He picked up the kettle and poured the boiling water into the purple sand.
After a while, the tea in the purple sand was poured into the cups of the two of them. Every move was like flowing clouds and water, shining brightly under the moonlight.
Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the old man also knows that his son has a ten-year appointment with Wang Yi and will go to the snow-capped mountains.
Ordinarily, the old man should be nervous for his son, but in the old man's opinion, everything is just a matter of chance, but he still has a free and easy look on his face.
Holding a cup of spring tea brewed by Jin Wuming, the old man thought for a while and said, "Aren't you a busboy at the inn? The tea you make tastes better than before."
"Really?"
Jin Wuming couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and replied softly: "If that's the case, it must be Amu's credit."
