From Xiguan to Lingshan, it’s three thousand miles.
From Nanwu Village to Xiguan, it is three hundred miles.
If you control the sword, it only takes more than an hour. Even if your spiritual power is not enough and you need to stop and rest from time to time, it will only take half a day at most.
If you walk, it will take eight or nine days.
If it is a person whose cultivation has been abolished and his natal sword has been destroyed, it will take a whole month.
Returning to the small mountain village, looking at the bamboo forest and the pond that he had not seen for three years, Wei Boyang seemed to have regained some strength, and his weak steps became stable.
Walking to the small courtyard and looking at the half-closed wooden door, he hesitated for a long time before shouting: "Dad, I'm back."
Night time.
Wei Boyang lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Through the thin earthen wall, the voices in the next room were very clear. The curses with disappointment and anger had been replaced by long sighs.
If Wei's mother hadn't stopped him quickly and looked at how weak he was, Wei's father would have broken the stick in his hand.
The room next door was quiet for a while, and then the sound of Mother Wei's crying sounded again.
Wei Boyang looked at the roof and felt a little pain in his heart.
The natal sword was destroyed and the meridians were broken. Even though three full years had passed, he was still in pain.
The only thing that comforted him was that just like the last time he came back, his parents were in good health, with no white hair in their black hair, and no wrinkles on their faces.
The next day, many villagers learned the news and came to Wei's house.
The already old village chief asked about the situation and smoked his pipe for a long time. In the end, he couldn't say anything to comfort him and just patted Wei Boyang on the shoulder.
On the third day, Wei Boyang felt that he had almost rested and walked out of the house.
It was spring plowing now, and the farm work was heavy, so he wanted to help.
It's quite a distance from home to my farm.
He saw many villagers on the road, including familiar uncles and brothers, as well as some unknown children.
Those children should have been born during the seven years he spent in Qingcheng Mountain.
Regardless of whether they were familiar villagers or unfamiliar children, they would subconsciously turn their faces away when they saw him.
When he walked over, people's eyes would fall on his body again, or on his back to be precise.
The emotions in those eyes were very complicated, including ridicule, contempt, and fear.
Wei Boyang could feel this and did not look back.
When he came to his field, he found that the water had been filled, and the water surface was very quiet, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, which was actually quite beautiful.
Wei's father was dividing the seedlings, and Wei's mother had just filled two jars of mountain spring water and was going home to cook. She looked at him coming over and said nothing.
Taking the seedlings from his father's hand, Wei Boyang stepped into the paddy field.
His feet got stuck in the wet mud and he couldn't stand firm. Due to his weakness, he actually sat down.
Laughter rang out in the paddy field not far away, but for some reason it disappeared quickly, and then there were sounds of beatings, scolding and crying.
The blue sky and white clouds reflected on the water were scattered into pieces.
Wei Boyang sat in the paddy field for a while before he remembered that he was a disabled person.
Even if a disabled person wants to become an ordinary person again, he still needs to put in a lot of effort.
Wei Boyang sat in the paddy field, thinking silently.
Father Wei ignored him and planted the seedlings in silence, his waist bent.
"What are you still doing sitting here!"
Wei's mother pulled him up from the field and beat him twice, with tears in her eyes.
On the fourth day, Wei Boyang did not leave the house.
He woke up before dawn, washed briefly and then began to squat and lunge.
This is the introductory technique of Qingcheng Sword Sect.
He knew that he would not be able to embark on the path of cultivation again with this, but he felt that this should help him regain his strength as soon as possible.
It didn't take long for beads of sweat the size of soybeans to appear on his forehead.
He knew that he was still very weak and could not force himself to persevere, so he decided to take a rest.
During his break, he swept the courtyard at home.
On the fifth day, Wei Boyang continued to squat and lunge. After his clothes were wet with sweat, he actually felt a little relieved.
During the break, he went to the vegetable patch behind the yard to pick some peppers and cabbages, and washed them carefully.
Mother Wei came back and prepared to cook. She looked at the clean kitchen and vegetables and rubbed her eyes.
On the sixth day, in addition to squatting and lunging, Wei Boyang also began to practice boxing, but unlike before, there was no sound when he punched and it was very quiet.
He went to the vegetable field and pinched a few handfuls of tender day lilies. When he returned to the kitchen, he saw a piece of pork and cut it after thinking about it.
In the past few years in Qingcheng Mountain, he rarely came back, but after all, he was the senior senior brother of the younger generation of Qingcheng Sword Sect. Many people went back to take care of his hometown secretly. The Wei family's life is not sad now.
When Wei's mother came home and looked at the steaming pot, she was stunned and shouted out the window: "You start lighting the fire tomorrow, and I'll help you cook more before I come back."
On the seventh day, in addition to squatting and practicing boxing, Wei Boyang started running. Behind the yard, he found that the corners of the eaves had been damaged by last year's heavy rain.
After cooking, he burned a grass carp and grabbed some pickles. He carried the ladder to the back of the yard and tinkered with it all afternoon.
On the eighth day, in addition to these things, Wei Boyang also chopped a pile of firewood, which looked very nice just like he did when he was a child.
On the ninth day, he went to the field. The rice-planting season was coming to an end. If he didn't go, it would be too late.
Father Wei didn't say anything, but handed him a towel and told him to wrap it around his neck. He didn't know whether it was to prevent wind or insects in the paddy fields.
Wei Boyang lowered his head and started working, concentrating on his work.
The blue sky and white clouds in the water turned into sunset. He raised his head and felt that his back was sore. When he looked to the side, he realized that he was only one-fifth of his father.
He was not in a hurry, thinking that it would be better to take his time, and he was very satisfied with the fact that the seedlings he planted were very straight, no matter how horizontally or vertically they were.
"What are you doing doing this? It looks good but you can't eat it."
Father Wei walked past him.
Wei Boyang smiled and thought, could it be that that guy pursues good looks just because he is so good-looking?
He subconsciously looked at the mountain road at the entrance of the village, but there was no one there.
In the days that followed, Wei Boyang was like a young laborer in the village, doing hard farm work. His health gradually improved and his face turned dark again.
In the first few days, he would occasionally get up from the field and look at the entrance of the village, but no one showed up.
After that, he never looked towards the village entrance again.
After the spring plowing comes the summer harvest, and after the autumn harvest comes the hard winter. Staying in the village is boring, so go together to the mountains to hunt for prey.
Wei's father and mother Wei have accepted the reality, there is laughter in the family again, and the villagers have accepted him again. Some people even prepared to act as matchmakers for him, but he declined.
He seemed to have forgotten everything about the past. Qingcheng Mountain was a place of cultivation, just like a dream that was unreal.
While walking through the mountains, several sword lights would occasionally appear in the sky.
He stopped and looked at the sky quietly until the sword light disappeared, not knowing what he was thinking.
Not far after winter, spring comes again, and a year has passed like this.
The paddy fields have begun to be irrigated again, the blue sky and white clouds have once again come to the fields, and the villagers are about to face the two most miserable days of the year.
In the evening, Wei Boyang used a hoe to dig up the soil, ready to fill the gap at any time.
He looked at the water in the field and rubbed his waist, his ambition gradually growing.
He thought that he must do more than his father tomorrow, and he must be straighter than that guy.
"It's pitiful that the former swordsman genius now has to work hard to become a farmer."
A cold and malicious voice came from behind.
Wei Boyang looked back and saw a person standing on the green tree.
The man was wearing black clothes and a strange-shaped hat. His appearance was ordinary, but his aura was extremely gloomy.
Wei Boyang ignored him and turned around to continue.
"As expected of a disciple taught by the Qingcheng Sword Sect, he has fallen into this situation, and he is still so arrogant. He doesn't even ask about my origins?"
The man in black said, "I'm from Qianchuan."
Listening to these words, Wei Boyang's hand holding the hoe tightened slightly.
Qianchuan is the largest assassination sect in Linghuang, and has always been incompatible with the righteous sect.
Before letting go, if a person from the land of Qianchuan suddenly appeared in front of him, Wei Boyang would of course draw his sword towards him without hesitation.
The problem is, now he has no sword in his hand, only a hoe, so he does nothing and continues to work.
Messenger Qianchuan found it a bit interesting.
This abandoned disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect did not try to escape pitifully, nor did he bravely pounce on him, as if nothing had happened.
"I like you, so I decided to help you."
Messenger Qianchuan floated down from the tree and said to him: "Although your meridians are severed and your natal sword is destroyed, as long as you are still alive, it doesn't matter. As long as you are willing to follow me, I can help you regain your strength. Don’t pack your things, there’s everything in the Land of Thousand Rivers, it’s too close to Qingcheng Mountain, I don’t want to be discovered by your former classmates.”
Not many people in the world know about the land of Qianchuan. The messenger in front of him actually said it casually. It seems that his status must be noble.
Wei Boyang still ignored him.
Messenger Qianchuan looked slightly cold and said: "If you do this again, I will kill you."
Wei Boyang knew that he was telling the truth. For people in the land of Qianchuan, killing people was very casual.
"I know how you, Qianchuan, draw the soul into fire."
Wei Boyang put down his hoe, looked at him and said, "If I want to continue practicing through this method, I have a way myself."
Messenger Qianchuan was surprised.
He was sure that there was a way to help Wei Boyang repair his injuries and continue his practice, otherwise Qianchuan Land would not have been secretly observing him for three whole years.
But he didn't expect that Wei Boyang himself actually knew that the four words of inducing soul and burning fire were the key to that method.
"Why don't you do it now that you know you can?"
He found this matter simply unbelievable.
For a disabled swordsman genius, isn't it the most important thing to be able to embark on the path of cultivation again? If it were other practitioners who were in the same situation as Wei Boyang, if they saw such an opportunity, they would definitely seize it at all costs. Even if they were asked to kill their fathers and mothers, I'm afraid many people would be able to do it.
Why did Wei Boyang act so calmly, and had been farming in this small mountain village for a year without trying it at all?
"Because that's the method of evil cultivators like you."
Wei Boyang's tone was very natural, as if he was talking about the most natural things in the world.
How can a righteous disciple practice the evil sect’s techniques?
Well, he is no longer a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, or even a monk, but he will still do this.
Farmers should also take the right path.
Messenger Qianchuan stared at him for a long time and asked, "Are you stupid?"
Wei Boyang thought for a while and said, "Maybe a little?"
"What I am most afraid of in my life is people like you. I really want to know what your expression will be if you see Shen Yu standing in front of your door and you look like this."
Leaving these words behind, Messenger Qianchuan turned and left.
