The night is very late, the stars are getting thinner and the moon is setting. Soon, dawn will come and the eastern sun will rise.
Under the faint moonlight, in the flowing lake water, there is a small boat.
On the boat, there was a lonely old man sitting.
The old man held a knife in his hand, and the knife was cut on a wooden stick... His hand was very steady, and his knife was very fast. The four-foot-long wooden stick was quickly whittled into pieces under the seven-inch-long knife. Wooden sword.
He put his hand on the wooden sword and gently stroked the blade...
The faint moonlight shone on his face, with a strange and complicated expression on his face.
A little excited, a little nostalgic, his eyes stared at the sword's edge, shooting out a fearful and fiery light. Then he held the hilt of the sword and stood up slowly.
When he stood up, he realized that although he looked old, his back was as straight as if cast from copper poured into iron. Nothing and no one would defeat such a person.
He had stood up completely, and at this moment, something amazing seemed to have changed.
He was radiant with life and stood there, as if he was the only one in the world, the one who would not fall.
The sword stabbed out lightly. It seemed ordinary, but it also made the wooden sword seem to radiate brilliance...
No matter how terrible a sword is, it must be used by people. The sword itself is dead, but his sword has come to life!
When the sword was thrust out, there was no change at first, but the change suddenly came, as sudden as the wind, and as natural as the wind.
After one sword strike, he struck out another sword. He used it lightly and freely, and his sword technique suddenly changed again and again. The sword technique was light and agile, and the thrust was sharp. The body and the sword were combined, and thirteen sword thrusts were struck in an instant.
After the thirteenth sword, all changes seemed to have been exhausted, just like the wind stopped and the water dried up.
His sword seemed to be dying slowly, very slowly... Although it was slow, it was still seeking change, and suddenly another sword was swung out!
It was haphazard and unorganized, just like waving it randomly, but this sword radiated brilliance again, just like the breeze stopped, but the strong wind suddenly came; the lake suddenly stopped, and the sea suddenly surged.
When the fourteenth wave was swung out, it seemed to be accompanied by the roar of a dragon, and the energy of heaven and earth seemed to be swayed by it.
He finally stopped...
The man stopped, but his hands were trembling and the blade of the sword was vibrating. He seemed to be unable to control the wooden sword. With a "pop", the wooden sword broke!
Suffocated by his true energy, he seemed to be holding back something terrible.
Although the sword was broken, the man still stood there motionless, panting like an ox, sweating profusely, and with deep fear in his eyes, a fear that ordinary people could not understand.
At dawn, a ray of setting sun shone down.
He didn't know how long he had been standing here. It wasn't until the sound of footsteps that he moved again and turned around.
A person walked slowly from the maple forest. He was wearing black clothes and black hair, and his black face seemed to have a deathly aura.
The boat did not dock. The visitor landed on the boat. He brought wine and they sat down together.
"We haven't seen each other for seven years."
"Um!"
"Crow or that crow?"
"It seems that Yan Shisan is not the same Yan Shisan anymore!"
Yan Shisan asked: "Where is your sword?"
Crow said: "I no longer use the sword."
Yan Shisan said: "You don't use the sword anymore?"
Crow didn't answer. He picked up the seven-inch knife, took out his index finger, and swiped lightly!
The blade of the knife was broken and was cut off by the index finger. Yan Shisan praised: "What a fingering technique!"
Crow said: "'Thumb leads to the secluded world, index finger cuts gold, middle finger breaks stone, ring finger sets body, tail finger breaks Qi, five points, the divine seal is completed!' This is a set of fingering techniques, but after practicing with five fingers, it becomes a move Palm technique. I only practiced on my index finger, and I practiced it for five years."
Yan Shisan said: "He taught it to you?"
Crow nodded and said: "I really can't resist the temptation of this set of fingering techniques. It's a pity that I won't be able to form the last 'divine seal' in my life."
Yan Shisan nodded slightly and asked, "Is he okay?"
Crow suddenly smiled and said: "You can't imagine what he has been doing in the past few years."
Yan Shisan also laughed and asked again: "Tell me about it!"
Crow said with a smile: "Five years ago, I thought he was dead. A person's meridians have been cut off, his breathing has stopped, and his heartbeat has stopped. Do you think this is a dead person?"
Yan Shisan nodded.
Crow laughed and said: "Such a person, even if Hua Tuo were alive, Bian Que would not be able to save him, but he came back to life seven days later."
Yan Shisan widened his eyes and said, "Is his disease cured?"
Crow shook his head and said: "Although he came back to life, he also looked like he was about to die."
Yan Shisan said: "What do you mean?"
Crow said: "When you see him, you will understand."
After a slight pause, Crow said again: "Are you still waiting for Xie Xiaofeng?"
Yan Shisan nodded: "I'm waiting for Xie Xiaofeng, and he's waiting for me too."
…
In the quiet courtyard, there is a stone pavilion beside a pond.
In the pavilion, someone was sitting there quietly, drinking a pot of wine, one cup after another. The wind blew by, picking up the faint fragrance of the water.
The people in the pavilion suddenly started coughing.
He coughed very violently... He covered his lips with his hands and coughed so hard that his waist doubled up. Anyone who heard his cough could hear the pain of heart-breaking and lung-breaking pain.
Anyone who looked at him would think that he was about to die, but when his coughing stopped, he raised his glass again and drank the wine.
Five years ago, he cut off his meridians and cured the disease of "premature aging" by abandoning everything, transforming and reborn. Wandering between life and death for seven days.
If he hadn't used Ji Sheng Powder, Soul Resurrection Pills, and Heart Protecting Pills to keep his heart and blood flowing, he would have never come back.
From birth to death, from death to life, this method of cocooning oneself and putting oneself to death before rebirth really cured the "premature senility", but now due to the re-nurturing of the meridians, he has become a cold and weak constitution.
It is also pungent and good. Just open all the acupoints all over the body, and it can wash away the cold and weak constitution.
Slight footsteps...
Wearing a gauze-like white dress, she seems to be in smoke and fog. The woman is in her thirties. Except for her black hair, her whole body is white and her face is beautiful. However, there is a layer of blood missing from her skin, making her look pale. abnormal.
But compared to hers, Random's face was paler and bloodless.
When she came to Ranran, she opened her lips lightly and said softly: "How can you still drink like this?"
"I couldn't even touch it originally," said Yiyi.
Murong Qiudi said: "Then why do you want to drink?"
Randomly said: "Drink it if you like it, drink it if you are happy, there is no reason!"
Murong Qiudi said: "The Heavenly King of the past was really you?"
He nodded arbitrarily and said: "It should be!"
Murong Qiudi frowned slightly and said: "Why should it be?"
Ranyi said calmly: "You don't understand even if I tell you, and I'm too lazy to say more."
Murong Qiudi was not angry, but smiled and said: "You can still kill people now?"
Randomly sighed and said: "You can find a few people who are not afraid of death to give it a try."
As he said that, the others stood up.
Murong Qiudi said: "Where are you going?"
Randomly said: "I haven't been out for a long time!"
