A long time later, when Xiutong was no longer Xiutongzi, he once went back to the mountain to tell his companion the young students about the world, and the first sentence was like this:

"The world is a very noisy, noisy, very big place." He said

"Regarding the greatness of the world, imagine that a speck of dust falls on a leaf, facing the endless intricate veins of leaves, it already feels very big, right? But it doesn't know if it will be blown off the trunk of a tree, on the dirt, or on the back of a tiger in the next second, it doesn't know the world of plants inside the trunk, the world of animals outside the tiger, the world of the earth under the soil, think about how big these worlds add up to a speck of dust, you can imagine how big the world is.

"As for the sounds, imagine that in the morning the birds start to chirp, the animals start to stretch, and the plants are peeling and growing, is that enough sound? But if every leaf on every tree was a bird, and every feather on every bird would sing a different song; Or that every rock on the top of each mountain is an animal, and that each part of each animal makes a different roar; The wind and the wind fight each other, the clouds and the clouds laugh at each other, and even the dust has the ability to make noise. Just think about this, and you can imagine how noisy the world is.

"Ah, and scheming! You know that shrimp eat worms, small fish eat shrimp, big fish eat small fish, they are eaten by water birds, badgers ambush them, and at the same time the praying mantis eats a stick worm, the yellow finch eats the mantis, the snake eats the yellow finch, the meerkat eats the snake, the badger and the meerkat are eaten by the bobcat, and their carcasses are broken down by plants and bugs...... That's complicated enough, right? But imagine that the waterfowl are calculating with each other, the praying mantis and the fish join forces to kill the yellow finch, and the stick insect provokes the bobcat in order to please the water badger. The shrimp unite to besiege the snakes, and even the plants are involved in the melee? Think about this, and you can imagine how terrible the intrigue in the world is! ”

Xiutong finally finished describing. The young boy closed his eyes, opened them again, and said, "I imagined it." Then he got up and brought boiling water to make tea for Xiutong.

Xiutong stared at the mountain scenery outside the corridor, and understood with a little sadness in his heart:

No, his companions will never know.

Those who have not been to the world will never know.

I don't know: the cry of the little girl selling flowers, how to crisp the bluestone street; Whose dishwashing water has splashed a patch of gray moss; How the fat powder incense mixed the smell of the gutter, when the purple silk barriers of the rich and noble people were dragged over. The sun shone the iron on the horses' hooves. The porter's burden is brushing past the melancholy scholar, and across the wall, a child smacks his fingers and waits for a flower to bloom, which may not bloom for a long time. Maybe open it right away; Bees flew out of front of his eyes into the next yard. A mother-in-law was plotting to her client how to seduce the woman at the opposite door......

Xiutong is recalling the city where he and his master first met Childe.

It's actually a small town. It's not the end of their journey, it's just a place to rest.

The owner of Zhishui Villa is Wei Yugong, and he invited the sword god. But he didn't greet him personally, but only sent his son to meet him at the halfway hotel.

This son's name is "Belt", handsome as a piece of jade, his eyebrows are condensed, and he flies out obliquely, and he has such a heroic spirit in his feminine spirit.

Xiutong has always felt that he looks quite cute, but when he saw the son's belt, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Snow-white middle clothes, light cyan dark clothes, the ribbon on the golden hook jade belt hangs down quietly, the jet-black hair is elegantly bundled, the slight ring is moving, and the fine dark lines are silently exuding a faint fragrance.

So noble!

And his demeanor is so cool and calm, like an orchid and jade.

With him coming forward, Wei Yugong did not greet him in person, which seems to be not very rude.

It seems that letting such a son come forward first is really a respect for the guests.

It seems that it is also appropriate for this son to narrate the tragedy of his father and mother.

The father of the son is Wei Yugong, the owner of Zhishui Villa. And the so-called "first mother" is not the current housewife and Mrs. He.

Wei Ligong made a ceremony when he was weak, and married a young lady who was twenty-eight years old, and this young lady soon died violently, and after a few years, Wei Ligong continued to be the current Mrs. He. Childe and his female brother Xi and younger brother Xiaode, all born to this lady, but they still have to call the young lady who has never met "first mother".

Because she is from Yan, she is also called "Yan Ji", and when everyone wants to sigh at her, they say "How is our Mrs. Yan".

The reason why everyone has to sigh is because this lady did not die very peacefully.

Or even a scandal.

A man took her captive and committed adultery. After Wei Ligong rescued her, she was deeply ashamed and committed suicide by swallowing gold.

This man is the "devil".

It's a "demon" with magic weapons that only the sword god can fight against!

When he abused Mrs. Yan, he was not a demon, but a young swordsman who was extremely arrogant and had two husbands in his hands.

Therefore, Wei Yugong did not need to ask his friends in the rivers and lakes for help, but just found him alone in the Sky Cave, confronted him, and killed him.

This matter is not very big, at that time, the sword god had just been praised to the status of "god", and he had his own troubles, and he had heard a little about this matter, and he didn't take it to heart.

Who would have thought that more than ten years after the Sword God entered the customs, this person would appear in the world again, holding magic weapons, making magic skills, and becoming a "demon"!

When this person reappeared, he was even wilder and more delusional than before, setting off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes!

A few months ago, he finally sent a message to Wei Yugong, saying that the accounts of the year should be calculated.

After that, he didn't move, and he didn't say how to "settle accounts".

Wei Yugong knew that he was invincible in martial arts, and he didn't know how this demon would take revenge, so he didn't want to fight by himself, but he was afraid that his wife would be poisoned.

Therefore, you can only ask the sword god for help.

"Juanji, now known as the magic Ji, is not knowing where to peep at my village, such as a snake peeping at the nest, the tiger looks at the flock, the Zhuang people are terrified, heard that the sword god Hui Ran is willing to come, crying with joy, tears falling like rain. We only hope that the sword god will live! "Childe took the head.

A sword shot at me.

Soon.

But not fast enough.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they may only see a black shadow, a sword light, and a meteor. Blockable.

In Xiutong's eyes, it was just a clumsy guy, pushing open the window frame, raising his still sharp sword, stabbing into the room, and then exerting force on his thighs and kicking the ground with his small feet, the whole person jumped on the windowsill, and jumped into the room, the sword was still held in front of him, like a wasp holding its tail spur in front of him. Running on the ground with both feet making unnecessary noises. Buzz, buzz, sprinting towards Master's heart.

- What did he think he was doing?

This guy is so clumsy that it frightens Xiutong.

So Xiutong didn't make a move.

He was stunned.

Childe Obi was also shocked, but his reaction was quick.

Push your left knee up, kneel with your right leg, hold your right hand toward the hilt of the sword, and hold your left hand down to swallow. Will send a sword!

A scream outside the house: "Brother! ”

The child's belt suddenly changed color.

Stunned.

The sword had swept over him.

Shoot straight at the sword god.

The sword god raised his hand.

Like a strange little bug found on the placket. I want to pick it up and take a look. So gentle.

Gently. Even, time suddenly slowed down.

Slowly, watch the tip of the sword pass through the air. Reach your fingertips. The fingertips are silent, smiling at each other, and when they are welcomed, they shake calmly.

So, so naturally, he had already grabbed the tip of the sword and gently lifted it upward, as if the inspiration touched, it suddenly danced comfortably, and a long sword suddenly turned into a soft belt.

The sword-wielder only felt a flower in front of him and a numb arm, and his sword suddenly opened into a flower.

Silvery, vibrant, in line with the beat between heaven and earth, Wen Cheng Wu, no body is invincible.

The flowers withered.

The sword fell.

The sword-bearer found that his sword had been twisted into a strange mass, no longer resembling a flower, but its indescribable shape was the trace of a carnival, a solidified remembrance, carrying that moment of time, to prove that a qiē was not a dream.

Reality always needs to be proven.

It proves that there is just a pair of high and more qiē hands, and in the "time" I don't know how long, a sword dances into a flower, and the fibers on each petal are a mysterious sword style, and every flash of light is dazzling.

The sword was thrilled that he had danced like this once. It fell to the ground, still trembling slightly.

The sword-wielder's blood has clotted.

He stared blankly at the sword on the ground, as if he had become a wooden chicken.

But his brain was running like crazy. Gazing at the remaining traces in front of him, frantically recalling the glorious trajectory just now.

The skill of those sword moves was beyond his imagination. But he knows that as long as he can remember, as long as he can learn them, he will become a generation of masters, famous and proud!

Xiutong looked at the man's hand and sighed.

The hands were shaking slightly.

A swordsman who can't control his own hands is not worthy of a sword at all.

He found that he had suddenly begun to miss a young man immensely. That man, who had walked through one level after another of death, always had straight shoulders and bright eyes.

The sword god sits upright.

God sat still.

Childe jumped out of the door and brought a person in - he really used "carrying"! - Slam it on the ground, but it is a method that will never hurt the opponent's muscles and bones, and then he knelt down and said word for word: "The female brother is rude, and the sword god will punish you!" ”

This person who was brought in, this person who just screamed "brother" and asked Gongzi to take him in a daze, is the second lady of Zhishui Villa, Lu Xi?

The red shirt and apricot shirt, the golden hairpin are bright, the corners of the eyes are a little peach blossom, but the corners of the lips are proudly curled. She didn't resemble her brother, but it was strange that there was always something exactly the same and the same seed there, so that even if they bloomed into different flowers, they could not escape the same roots.

Lu Xi was pressed to his knees by his brother, but his face was stubbornly raised, and he said, "Yes, I sent the person, so what?" She said,

"The sword god has long since gone into hiding, who of us has seen it? If I don't give it a try, how do I know that he is a sword god and not the demon who made up to deceive us? What's more-" Smile at the sword god, as bright as a spring flower,

"You are really a sword god, so you don't care about the little woman making such an arrogant temptation: how can God care about me, doesn't he?" (To be continued......)