Cheng Wu sat cross-legged on the ground and looked carefully at the sword left by Ji Dongli, like an old monk in a trance.

This sword is still so straight even after the most terrible thing of time, refusing to bend slightly, completely restrained and not spreading.

Xu An's black sword rested quietly on his lap, and the field was very quiet.

After a while, Cheng Wu withdrew his gaze and stared at the black sword on his lap for a long time.

He began to slowly stand up, the grass beneath his feet spreading out around him.

Cheng Wu pulled out the black sword and stabbed it forward, a straight sword, except for any other reaction, the black sword stayed in front, there was no momentum like a rainbow, and there was no earth-shattering movement.

Yi Chengwu's physique looked a little incompatible with this black sword, as if he was holding a toy.

But Cheng Wu's forward sword stabbing movement did not seem light, as if it had landed in the ground, and stabbed the sword as if it were in place.

In the past, Cheng Wu was just watching quietly, and this sword can be said to be the first sword that Cheng Wu has stabbed in so many days, and it can even be said to be the first sword in his life.

He had used a sword, and he had no weapons since his broadsword was broken, and this was the first time he had used a sword.

He couldn't see the extent of the first sword he stabbed, because he had never used a sword, but he told Xu An that swords were used to kill people, so whether he could kill or not was the standard to measure the extent of his sword.

Thinking of this, he already had the answer, and it was very clear, the answer was that this sword could not kill anyone.

The more he looked at it before, the more he felt that Ji Dongli's sword was amazing, but it wasn't until he himself came out of this sword that he began to agree with Xu An's point of view, how could such a straight sword kill people?

He didn't think it was Ji Dongli's sword, because he had seen the scene of Ji Dongli's sword, although this sword was not disguised, but at that time, he and Xu An couldn't avoid it at all, and the clear answer may have begun to become blurred.

Cheng Wu has two completely different answers, of course such a straight sword can kill! How can such a straight sword kill people?

The same straight sword has two completely opposite answers, which can only show that it is not the problem of this sword, but its own problem.

If his sword just now was stabbed by Ji Dongli, Cheng Wu was very willing to believe that few people in the world today could avoid it.

Maybe Lord Moon God can avoid it, and the powerhouse of the Divine Journey Realm a few days ago may also avoid it, in addition to these two people, Cheng Wu can't think of a third person who can avoid Ji Dongli's sword.

As for taking the sword into a martial art, he felt that it was impossible.

Cheng Wu only stabbed one sword and then put away his sword and sat down, maintaining the posture he had when he first came, he knew that it was his own problem, he was not strong enough, so he couldn't stab one ten-thousandth of the power of this sword.

That's not enough, it's not enough.

After a long time, Cheng Wu stood up, pulled out the black sword again, and practiced again.

Compared to the sword he stabbed for the first time, he was much faster this time, and he stabbed very fast.

In the blink of an eye, many swords had been stabbed, each sword was so straight, Cheng Wu knew that these swords he stabbed out could not kill people like the first sword, because these swords were too straight.

But what if these swords stab out at the same time?

Can kill!

But he couldn't kill the people he wanted to kill.

Cheng Wu didn't start to think about whether these swords could kill Ji Dongli, because the revenge that his father left him was a bit difficult, and he knew that he would definitely not be able to do it now, so he slowly indulged in these straightforward swords.

He has been silent all these years, and he has been wronged, in order to be able to become stronger, so he can be willing to fight and scold in order to live, just for two steamed buns that can satisfy hunger every day, and he can kneel and kowtow without hesitation when someone can teach him to become stronger.

In order to enter Wangshulou, he can even calmly accept his opponent's admission of defeat, he thinks it is very shameless, but for him, as long as he can become stronger, it doesn't matter.

Until he saw the straight sword left by Ji Dongli, the last trace of dignity was completely shattered by this sword, as if he was completely ** in front of this sword, was his previous self really worthy of fighting with this sword?

He never thought that there was such a straight sword in the world, but it was straight, without the slightest bend, and he could see what kind of person Ji Dongli was through this sword, and he realized that this Sword Saint Lord was very remarkable.

Cheng Wu's sword movements became faster and faster, and he felt sweating, as if he had never been so happy, and all those who were shameless, or compromised, or all that he looked down on were stabbed straight out along the sword in his hand.

The depression in his heart was also swept away, and he felt as if he had been reborn.

The weeds on the ground began to sway wildly as if in celebration of his steps, and occasionally a few weeds swayed gently and floated onto the sword on the ground, which was shattered in an instant.

It's been a few months, and it's still sharp.

The speed at which the weeds are swaying faster and faster means that the speed of Chengwu's sword dance is also accelerating.

Wielding the sword, wielding the arrogance, wielding the absurdity of this world.

Although it is not as exaggerated as not being able to see the figure clearly, it is also close to his limit.

People are not reckless teenagers, and they shouldn't belong to his age, but today he finally had a hearty insolence.

Why are you born to be the pride of the sky? And I have to fight and complain for two steamed buns a day?

He used the black sword in his hand to ask the world a question that hit the soul directly, and in his opinion, the world was ridiculous, simply ridiculous.

Why does a sentence express the grievances and sadness of many years, but unfortunately he may never get an answer to this question.

Cheng Wu's body was already sweating a lot, and beads of sweat slowly dripped down his cheeks on the ground, dripping on the sword left by Ji Dongli, and it did not break instantly when it came into contact, as if it was accepted or admitted by that sword.

His hair began to stick together, his clothes became even more tattered, and after a long time, his movements began to slow down, his eyes were brighter than ever, and after taking a deep breath, he stabbed straight in the direction of Shangwu City.

He stabbed this sword very quickly, and he didn't think that anyone would be able to see him stab this sword, because this sword was still very weak, and it was impossible to attract Ji Dongli's attention.

But this sword was very important to him, because he finally stabbed this sword, with the first sword, there would be a second sword, and when thousands of swords converged, he believed that even the sword saint Ji Dongli was no longer so far away.

He is now confident and no longer thinks that it is impossible to challenge Ji Dongli.

Xu An lay on the hillside and opened his eyes gently, smiled and went back to sleep.

Li Wusheng was scrubbing the dishes irritably, he didn't wash seriously, he was completely coping, it happened that Zhang Cuihua walked out of the house, and the porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a shudder.

"It's broken. Cheng Wu stabbed out the sword and slowly sat on the ground, he was very happy, with a smile like a spring breeze, he said with a smile.

Chengwu broke through, and the land was guarded.

After breaking through the Earth Guard, he is no longer a third-rate small role, but really squeezed into the ranks of the strong, which means that he can go to an ordinary small sect to spend his life in a highly respected place, but Chengwu's goal is definitely not just that.

Sword Spirit Gate, inside the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Ji Dongli's closed eyes slowly opened, different from what Cheng Wu thought, Ji Dongli saw the sword that stabbed in the air, not how strong Cheng Wu's sword was, that sword was still very weak. Rather, Ji Dongli once left a sword there, and that sword was conveyed to him through perception.

He opened his eyes and thought for a moment, then smiled slightly, then closed his eyes.

Cheng Wu sat for a while and then stood up, looking at the sword left by Ji Dongli with a complicated expression, he still hadn't seen through this sword, but he understood a lot through this sword, and he even felt that these things he understood were far more important than seeing through this sword.

Only in front of this sword can he bravely face his past self, whether it is forbearance or cover-up, he can't hide in front of this sword.

He looked at his tattered clothes and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Insolence really has to pay the price." ”

After a long pause: "But it's worth it!"

After thinking for a long time, he slowly bowed to the sword, not a kneeling salute, he could not kneel to his father-killing enemy, it was just an ordinary salute out of gratitude and respect.

Cheng Wu's mood is a little complicated now, he has inherited such a great kindness from Ji Dongli, how should he deal with himself when he goes to challenge in the future? But when he thinks about that day, it is still far away, what are he doing when he thinks about those things now?

Yes, Cheng Wu is very floating now, or he is very confident, Ji Dongli's sword was once so strong that it drove him to the bottom of the icy valley, and now it has given him unprecedented confidence.

In other words, as an upright walking animal, man should have his own self-confidence and pride, but the experience of his childhood has smoothed out all his self-confidence.

And today, he saw this sword again, whether it was wind and rain or the merciless baptism of time, he was a little ashamed. Because this sword has not been changed by those external conditions, this sword is still so straight and so proud.

Thinking about this, Cheng Wu was in a good mood, and he felt that his body was straighter than ever.

He walked slowly back to the shop, and he had to go back a little earlier than usual.

The townspeople didn't think much about it when they saw Cheng Wu coming back well, and naturally thought that he had turned back halfway, but in everyone's eyes, Cheng Wu seemed to have become a little different, with more things that he didn't have before, or more things he should have, and the townspeople naturally couldn't say anything more.

Aunt Zhang was relieved to see Cheng Wu come back, although the clothes were in tatters, but fortunately, nothing happened to the child, and she was not worried about the rent.

The shop was idle, and it was kept to put some sundries, and it was originally intended for the son-in-law to come and give them a life for the couple, and renting it to Xu An for a year can be regarded as making a lot of money.

She knew that her shop would not be able to pay such a high rent, but when the young man came, he did not bargain, and he agreed.

It's just that why hasn't Xu An come back yet?

"That kid went to look for you, he didn't come back?" Aunt Zhang didn't see Xu An's figure left and right, and asked Cheng Wu.

"When?" Cheng Wu asked with a frown on his brows when he heard this.

"He went shortly after you left, and you didn't see him?" Aunt Zhang continued.

"It's broken! Could it be Wangshulou?" Cheng Wu took his sword and turned around and ran west.