On the 15th day of March in the year 1003 of the Dafeng calendar, someone borrowed a young man's sword from Nanyi City, and one sword carried the sea of swords.
At that time, the young man who had only seen the mountains was watching from below.
So which sword did the young man learn first?
Is it the sword that cuts through the flowers in the plain forest, the leaves in the canyon, or the sword that cuts across the sea?
This kind of thing is probably only understood by the young man who later became silent under the umbrella.
You Chunshan, who had not yet embarked on the path of spiritual practice, looked up in confusion.
Two fifth-level sword cultivators and one sixth-level sword cultivator, the mighty sword intent quickly overwhelmed the young man.
The young man with the wooden sword on his back silently looked at the surging sword intent and said softly: "Actually, if my uncle can win, he can also be a god."
Lu Xiaoer, who threw his sword, looked solemn, but said slowly: "Uncle Master is certainly not a god, but he will be the best swordsman in this world."
The most unpretentious ones are good.
That is, it is faster, higher and stronger than anyone else's sword.
It was not just You Chunshan and Lu Xiaoer whose hearts were in their throats.
The sword cultivators outside this small town also looked there with solemn expressions.
Just last year, a certain boy's legs were broken with a stick by a Taoist priest who was one level above him.
This year's story seems to be a little different.
The stream full of sword intent and sword light flows like a river flowing towards the East China Sea at night.
It's just that it's still evening in the world.
So when a certain twilight fell on the stream, a cold light broke through countless swords, and the nail fell into the green bushes by the stream, trembling.
Everyone's eyes fell on that sword.
There are three characters of Parrot Island scrawled on the sword.
There was a glimmer of blood on the blade.
When everyone's eyes looked at the bright line of blood slowly falling from the clump of green spring grass, their expressions were all shocked.
In the blink of an eye, the second sword with the meaning of wind and snow also came suddenly and fell into the green bush again.
Countless fine snows fell, giving the impression of pear blossoms blooming on the green grass in the evening breeze.
That sword is the Xiwu Sword.
It was the sword that the young boy threw to his uncle.
So what about the third sword?
Everyone's eyes looked towards the sky again.
All the sword intent and sword light were shaken up in an instant like the water of a flat lake, and scattered towards the fields outside the town.
A flash of black appeared in everyone's eyes.
It was a sword edge that was both red and blue.
Then everything appeared before the eyes of the world, as if the rocks were falling into place.
The young man with fire on the sword and fire on his body stopped in front of the Six Realm Sword Sculptor with the sword in his hand. The peach blossom sword in his hand was red, like a sword that had just come out of the furnace. The fire on the sword was cyan, like A normal night last year.
The umbrella is black, like a vast and deep night, the sword is red, like an extremely passionate peach blossom, and the fire is cyan, like many clustered branches and leaves.
But the young man's face was extremely pale.
Under the printing of various tones, one will have the feeling that this young man's life is as thin as paper.
After that momentary impression, everyone fell into deep silence in shock.
In the twilight of the clear stream where the sword intent had dispersed, there were four sword cultivators.
There is blood on one person's face, which comes from the extremely fast human sword. The trace of blood is still on Parrot Island and has fallen into the grass blades next to the sword.
There is snow on one person's sword, which comes from the wind and snow that the boy has been watching all year round. This kind of fine snow makes the sword like that have faint sword patterns.
Then the last person was clean, but the sword in his hand was gone. There was only a sword and a young man in front of him.
Everyone stared at this scene for a long time, and then woke up with a dull sound of falling.
You Chunshan watched silently as the sword fell into the clear stream and trembled, unable to control himself for a long time.
And the sound of the sword falling also woke up the four people in that battle.
The four of them fell towards the stream.
Nan Dao looked pale and bent down holding an umbrella by the stream. He coughed there without any victor's demeanor, but he actually coughed up some bright red, which fell into the stream and drifted away.
The boy's lungs were burning, his flesh and blood were in pain, and his mind was empty.
Lu Xiaoer hurriedly stepped forward to help his uncle, and You Chunshan also hurriedly ran up. After thinking about it, he ran to pick up the two swords again, but just when he touched the sword body, he felt as if he had been stung. Scream and take your hand back.
Lu Xiaoer glanced over there, but didn't say anything.
The first thing that sword cultivators in the world today have to learn is to protect their hands with vitality when facing a sword that becomes extremely hot when the sword is drawn out at high speed.
This is something Nan Dao learned when he was in Nanyi City.
After You Chunshan's screams by the stream, there was no other sound except the boy's cough and everyone's breathing.
It took a long time before someone chuckled softly: "I lost."
Lu Xiaoer raised his head and saw that it was the fifth-level swordsman from the Jingtao Sword Sect. The swordsman wiped away the blood on his face, saluted the young man with his sword, and then turned around and walked away into the crowd.
Another Five Realm Sword Cultivator frowned and looked at the coughing young man by the stream, and said slowly: "I'm just asking about the sword, why do you have to work so hard?"
Nan Dao coughed for a long time, raised his head, looked at the man and said softly: "Senior brother is not only asking about my sword, but also Lingnan's sword."
So it was just like the look Nan Dao looked at Lu Xiaoer at the beginning.
Lingnan may be good, or it may not be.
It's just that this boy doesn't want to lose.
The man looked deeply at the young man, said nothing, and bowed with his sword, then turned and left like a Jingtao sword cultivator.
So only the last person was left, the tallest swordsman in this small town, but also the only swordsman who lost his sword. He stood by the stream with his hands lowered and looked at the young man in the dusk for a long time.
"What's the name of your sword?"
This is also a question of swordsmanship.
What is the name of the sword in the South Island? Of course everyone has seen it. It is called Peach Blossom, it is called Parrot Island, and there is also a sword from a young boy called Xiwu.
Therefore, such a question naturally does not mean asking about the name of the sword.
Nan Dao stood in the dusk, but he remembered the words that a certain young man from Xianyun Yehe said to him a long time ago.
Wheelchair sword?
Such a name is too funny.
So the young man himself laughed, stood by the stream, and inserted the extremely hot sword in his hand into the clear stream in front of him. The sword cooled down quickly like quenching, and then white frost gradually appeared on the sword body. , that's a lot of fine snow.
The young man drew his sword from the stream and slid it against the umbrella frame.
Countless snowflakes filled the air under the umbrella.
The sword rang loudly.
"Snow."
The Sixth Realm sword cultivator looked solemn and said softly: "Okay."
Then he waded through the water and walked to the middle of the clear stream. He pulled out his sword, wiped the stream water and mud on his sleeve, and saluted with his sword.
"I would be proud of it."
Nan Dao silently looked at the extremely sincere Six Realm sword cultivator in the stream and said softly: "Thank you very much."
The sword cultivator waded through the stream, walked ashore, and headed toward the town.
You can only know whether it is high or not after playing it.
You will only know the name of the sword if you ask.
So after the young man who climbed the cliff came off the cliff, these Donghai sword cultivators came to fight and ask questions sincerely.
The suspense left by the very embarrassed swordsman in white that day for everyone finally had some answers.
So he left with satisfaction.
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You Chunshan couldn't do anything to help him. He tried to pick up the sword but was burned by the sword and got a huge blister.
So after everyone left, I thought my uncle must be hungry, so I shyly asked Lu Xiaoer for some money, and ran to the town to grab noodles.
This young man carrying a wooden sword was walking in a small town with some coins in his pocket. He was a little uncomfortable because no one came to tease him today about whether he was a swordsman or not.
Everyone was talking about that young man.
After all, it is naturally extremely amazing that a young man walking on a snow-capped bridge can fight like this with three five-level sword cultivators.
You Chunshan listened to the exclamations of the people in the town with satisfaction while heading towards the noodle shop.
The young man carrying the wooden sword planned to stay dormant like yesterday, and then wait for the opportunity to move.
Just when he reached the noodle shop, You Chunshan was stunned.
Someone was already talking to the shopkeeper named Wang Xiaoer outside the noodle shop.
The man looked very strange. He was tall, with a Taoist bun, but he carried a sword on his back. He was wearing a Liuyun Sword Sect disciple robe, but it didn't fit very well. It was a little short, so the Taoist robe underneath was exposed.
You Chunshan listened silently there.
.....
"My master should have eaten a lot of noodles here."
"Who is your master?"
"A sword cultivator in white clothes doesn't have any money on him. With his temperament, he will most likely default on his debt."
...
There was a long pause in between.
You Chunshan hid in the corner and looked around, but the sword cultivator still had his back to him, while the noodle shop owner seemed to have remembered something and remained silent for a long time.
After a long time, You Chunshan heard him continue to say calmly and indifferently: "No, I have never had such a person here. I never sell noodles to sword cultivators."
"Everyone in the town says your noodles are the most delicious. Since he stayed in the East China Sea for so long, it's impossible not to eat your noodles."
The Liuyun sword cultivator's voice was as calm as the blue-white Taoist robe below.
It is also explained in a way that everyone in the world can understand.
Probably tired of the sword cultivator's entanglement, the noodle shop owner stretched out his hand and said impatiently: "Yes, he ate it. He ate 20,000 guan. Give it to me."
What is the concept of 20,000 yuan?
It's like Cong Ren ate a Yunzhusheng here.
You can also take down all these stores in the town.
If converted into silver, it would be twenty thousand taels.
It's just that the shopkeeper probably didn't think of it either.
The Liuyun sword cultivator in front of me does have twenty thousand swords.
When the large silver note was slapped on his hand, Wang Xiaoer was obviously stunned for a moment. He looked at it in disbelief and confirmed that it was 20,000 yuan.
But he quickly threw the banknote back, turned around and walked towards the store.
"I have never sold any noodles to sword cultivators."
The Liuyun sword cultivator followed closely behind and headed towards the noodle shop. The noodle shop owner raised his hand and pulled down the door curtain, then closed the door.
You Chunshan looked at this scene, stunned and a little anxious.
Don't close the door. If you close the door, I'll go grab some noodles.
The sword cultivator stopped at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door for a while, then put his hand down and spoke slowly.
"I think you already know who my master is, and you also know that he is dead. Maybe before he died, he was still here eating noodles, playing rogue with you, saying that he would have disciples to pay the bill."
The sword cultivator's voice became a little lower as he spoke.
"Because he said before that this is how he paid his master's bills a long time ago."
"It's just that he probably didn't think that before the disciple who paid him the bill came, a disciple came first who wanted to kill him, and the disciple who paid the bill heard the news on the way and was late..."
The swordsman there spoke in a low and long-winded voice.
After a long time, the door was reopened.
The noodle shop owner stood quietly at the door.
"One thousand one hundred and seventy-five articles."
The sword cultivator reached for the money in his arms, but the noodle shop owner continued: "I won't sell noodles to the sword cultivator. You have to take off these clothes first."
The movement of the sword cultivator, who was wearing the robe of a disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, stopped.
"You can't take off these clothes, because this is a very important identity."
"Then I won't ask for your money."
The two of them stood in a stalemate in the dusk of the town.
You Chunshan stood there in confusion, wondering why he couldn't take off his clothes? What is that identity?
But the two of them didn't seem to have the intention to continue talking. After a long stalemate, the swordsman looked towards the store and saw a bottle of unfinished wine on the table.
This sword cultivator, who probably once seriously told someone from Xianyun Yehe that he would never drink again, looked at the pot of wine for a long time, and then took out some money from his arms.
"One thousand one hundred and eighty-five cents, I'll buy your bottle of wine."
The noodle shop owner looked back at the pot of wine on the table for a long time, then turned around and took the pot of wine, handed it to the Liuyun sword cultivator, and finally took the money in his hand.
"Thank you."
The sword cultivator bowed to the noodle shop owner, then turned around and walked over to You Chunshan with a bottle of wine.
Seeing this young man who was so big and carrying a wooden sword on his back, the tall Liuyun sword cultivator couldn't help but look at him twice before walking over.
You Chunshan felt as if he had heard something remarkable, but the two of them spoke too vaguely, and the young man carrying the wooden sword did not understand anything.
After the sword cultivator left, You Chunshan stood there and thought for a while.
Then he walked towards the noodle shop, looked at the noodle shop owner who was sitting at the door in a daze, and said sincerely: "Fifteen cents, I will buy three cents of night breeze in front of your door."
Wang Xiaoer, the noodle shop owner, raised his head and looked at You Chunshan as if he were a fool.
"Get lost."
"..."
...
You Chunshan brought back three bowls of steamed noodles.
This time it's not a matter of robbing.
But after wandering far away from the noodle shop for a while, some people in the town kindly helped him buy three bowls of noodles.
When You Chunshan came back with the three bowls of noodles, he was stunned.
Because the Liuyun Sword Cultivator whom I had just seen in the town was sitting by the stream with the young uncle watching the sunset.
The young man with the wooden sword on his back stood there and hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether he should walk over or not.
What if this swordsman also wants to eat noodles?
There are only three bowls of noodles for four people.
In ancient times, two peaches killed three warriors. Is it necessary to kill four cultivators from three sides today?
You Chunshan struggled for a long time before he made up his mind and headed over there. However, he first walked to the young man Lu Xiaoer who was beside the wooden house, put down three bowls of noodles, and then asked cautiously.
"Who is that person?"
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "The Human Sword Sect, Chen Huaifeng."
You Chunshan took a deep breath.
Good guy, this is a big shot.
Although Chen Huaifeng entered the Great Dao not long ago, this sword cultivator also made a huge noise in the world last year.
For example, defending Nanyi City, or being named by Bai Yuyao himself to steal people from the Sword Sect.
Although You Chunshan is not a person in the spiritual world, he has naturally heard of such stories more or less.
It is said that he still has Bai Fengyu's curtain of wind and rain in his arms, which is why he cultivated the Four Layers as soon as he entered the avenue.
You Chunshan probably understood why there was a Taoist robe under the sword repair robe and a Taoist bun.
He finally knew who his master was.
It was Cong Ren who died in the East China Sea.
But You Chunshan is still a little confused.
Why did this sword cultivator who had already entered Qingtian Dao wear the robe of a disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect again?
But You Chunshan didn't ask, but asked another question.
"Should I buy another bowl of noodles?"
Lu Xiaoer held the sword and thought for a while, then said: "He shouldn't eat it. His noodles are for health. The noodles are too flavorful and have too many chili peppers. He probably won't like it, but I still ask."
As the young boy spoke, he shouted loudly to the two people who were sitting quietly watching the sunset.
"Uncle, the noodles are here."
So Nan Dao looked back and asked Chen Huaifeng.
"Senior brother, do you want a bowl of noodles?"
Chen Huaifeng sat quietly by the stream, picked up the bottle of wine and put it to his lips, took a sip, shook his head and said, "No."
So the two people next to the wooden house knew that there was no need to buy it.
Lu Xiaoer then brought a bowl of noodles and gave it to the boy by the stream. Then he returned to the wooden house, where he and You Chunshan sat eating noodles and looking at the two people over there.
"Master...Uncle Chen, what are you doing when you appear in the East China Sea?"
You Chunshan thought about it in his mind for a while before he figured out that he should call him uncle.
After all, if he were a sword cultivator, he would be of the same generation as Lu Xiaoer, and would be called Uncle Nandao. Chen Huaifeng would be the person Nandao calls Senior Brother at a glance.
Lu Xiaoer picked up his noodles and said, "How do I know?"
You Chunshan stirred the noodles and silently recalled what he had just heard in the town.
Did he just come to Donghai to pay his bills?
The young man carrying the wooden sword felt that it was not that simple.
Then when he looked at Lu Xiaoer, he was stunned again, sighed and said, "Who is that? Why did you secretly add eggs to the noodles?"
Lu Nahe was stunned for a moment, then looked at the golden noodles illuminated by the dusk with the chopsticks he picked up, and seemed to understand something.
Because the chopsticks are holding a bright red sunset, like a runny egg lying on the surface.
Lu Xiaoer put the chopsticks into his mouth and said vaguely but sincerely: "Because I am a young boy and I want to grow taller."
