I hid alone at the foot of the mountain and cried. Isn't hard work able to change your life? Isn't it true that you are born stupid and can't make up for it through acquired diligence? I don't want to be in the limelight like the genius Li Yingqi, I just want to be a barely passing disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, and I want to have a sword of my own, instead of staying in the mountains for a few years and then reluctantly going home to farm. I'm not afraid of farming, my ancestors all farmed, but I'm afraid that my parents will be disappointed in me, and I'm afraid that my parents won't be able to raise their heads in front of the neighbors. No matter how backward it is, I just want to be a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, I have been working hard for this small dream, can't this work?

------ long and empty

The purple and green swords are long and unscrupulous

My name is Changkong Wuji, I was born in an ordinary rural family, and my parents are very dedicated farmers. Sending me to the Great Snow Mountain to practice, in fact, I didn't expect me to become a world-famous sword immortal, but with the mentality of giving it a try, I felt that if I could be taken in by Mount Emei, the family would be able to reduce a lot of burden. I didn't expect the seniors who were in charge of storing the newcomers to think that I was a martial arts material, so they really left me behind. I am very happy to enter such a sacred place as Daisetsuzan and come here to practice. I even felt that even if I could stay here and be a fireman, cooking, feeding the horses, and sweeping the floor, I would be satisfied.

Among the disciples who entered Mount Emei during the same period, the most striking one was a female disciple named Li Yingqi. Yingqi's parents are both very senior seniors in Emeishan. Therefore, Yingqi has attracted the attention of his peers and teachers as soon as he came. In addition to his enviable background, Yingqi's genius in martial arts is probably the first person in Emeishan's generation. She's a little out of the ordinary. When we disciples are competing and sparring, we usually don't look for her. She usually works directly with her teachers. When we discuss the abilities of these contemporaries, we do not discuss her. Because the second of all us besides her is far from her. A disciple like me, who has no family background and is not outstanding in martial arts, doesn't even dare to talk about her behind her back. But I like her, to the point of madness.

Because I'm worse than others in every way, I always work hard so that I don't want to be looked down upon by others. On that day, I was still very attentive to the moves taught to us by the cultivator, but I was not very talented, no matter how hard I worked, I couldn't learn the essentials, and I practiced for a few hours alone, sweating profusely, and there was no improvement. Just as I was distressed, I suddenly heard a voice

"Brother Wuji, you can't practice like that, you pay too much attention to the 'shape' of the move, and ignore the 'meaning' of this move, if you can forget the direction and strength of a move, and only think about the purpose of this move against the enemy, it will be much better."

I turned my head to see that it was Li Yingqi who spoke! It was Li Yingqi, who was known to everyone in the entire Emei Mountain! And she actually called me brother! I was called a peasant child and a disciple with no future was called brother, and she took the initiative to talk to me! At that moment, I fell in love with her. There are so many outstanding people in this world, there are so many rich and powerful people, there are too many to count, no matter how good she is, I didn't like her at first. Because I don't think we're from the same world, and we don't have anything to do with each other.

But there's one thing about her that I have to like – she's not proud. No matter how good she was, she always felt that she was just like us as ordinary disciples, and she never looked down on anyone. Including me, including me, who was looked down upon by many people. So I fell in love with her. But I'm probably never going to pursue her, because I'm not qualified to do that. I just look at her silently in the corner - I am happy when I see her happy, and I am happy when I see her happy. When I don't practice martial arts and don't work, it has become my daily routine to remember her smile and smile.

When I went up the mountain at the age of nine, when I was twelve years old, after three years of basic cultivation, I finally came to an exciting moment - looking for a sword. The back mountain of Mount Emei, the Sword Trial Mountain, is full of swords. All the swords were transformed into ordinary branches and stuck in the mountains. Only when you are connected with the sword can you pull out your sword. A sword that doesn't belong to you, you can't pull it out if you want to. Among them, there are many famous swords used by predecessors, leaving the sword intent of the predecessors and the comprehension of the sword of the predecessors throughout their lives on the sword, which is said to be of great help to later users, of course, there are also many ordinary swords that have just been refined. I just want to find an ordinary sword, and I can only get an ordinary sword. At least that's what I think of myself. But what I didn't expect was that I couldn't even get a sword, and all the swords on the mountain looked down on me. No sword will move for me, no sword will be pulled out by me.

On the first day of going to the mountain to find the sword, there was a historic event in Mount Emei, Li Yingqi casually pulled out a sword, and after dropping a drop of her blood, the sword showed its true body, and it turned out to be one of the sword of Mount Emei's town faction - Purple Sword. In the catastrophe of Mount Emei a few decades ago, the combination of Ziqing and his two swords forced away the blood demon and saved the sect. However, the user of the purple sword, Lijuan, died of illness shortly after defeating the Blood Demon due to serious internal injuries, and since then the purple sword has been inserted on the test sword mountain, and no one knows which one it is, and no one has pulled it out. Watching Li Yingqi being carried by the purple sword flying in the sky above the Sword Trial Mountain, I was sincerely happy for her from the bottom of my heart. But soon, I couldn't be happy at all.

In three full days, I walked the trial sword mountain three times. Every day before dawn I went up the mountain, and when it was dark, I felt the darkness to draw my sword, but none of the swords were willing to follow me, and I even felt that if I had to pull out a sword, unless I pulled out the whole mountain, the sword seemed to have grown with the mountain. On the night of the third day, I finally couldn't take it anymore and I hid alone at the foot of the mountain and cried. Isn't hard work able to change your life? Isn't it true that you are born stupid and can't make up for it through acquired diligence? I don't want to be in the limelight like the genius Li Yingqi, I just want to be a barely passing disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, and I want to have a sword of my own, instead of staying in the mountains for a few years and then reluctantly going home to farm. I'm not afraid of farming, my ancestors all farmed, but I'm afraid that my parents will be disappointed in me, and I'm afraid that my parents won't be able to raise their heads in front of the neighbors. No matter how backward it is, I just want to be a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, I have been working hard for this small dream, can't this work?

I sat on the floor, bent on my knees, my hands on my calves, tears wet my pants, and I felt cold on my knees. But before I could finish crying, a big hand slapped me on the shoulder,

"What are you crying about here?"

When I looked up, it was the decadent uncle who was in charge of guarding the gate of the Sword Mountain. The beard is not shaved, giving people a sloppy feeling but a very easy-going sense of intimacy.

"Uncle, I just want a sword, any sword, I only want a sword, but I can't pull it out, woo woo woo ......"

"Every disciple can find their own sword, don't worry. ”

"Am I too bad, too stupid, not worthy of being Emei's disciple! I really tried, I have drawn every sword on this mountain more than three times, and none of the swords can be moved, even if it is a slight shake!"

"If it's your sword, as soon as you stretch out your hand, the sword moves, if it's not your sword, even if you use the strength to eat, you can't pull it out!"

"Yes, but I, I can't find a sword that can be drawn! Am I not worthy of being a disciple of Emei, uncle, woo woo woo ......"

"Don't cry, the sword will definitely be found, go back to dinner with my uncle first, no one has been with me to eat and talk for a long time." By the way, kid, have you ever drunk?"

"Nope. ”

"Uncle invites you to drink. ”

"Uncle, you look like a good person. ”

"That's it!"

"But why do you teach people bad things! My mother said that children can't drink! And I'm going to go to the mountains to draw my sword, and I'm going to try to draw them one by one!"

"Hmph!" After snorting dissatisfied, the uncle dragged me back despite my objections. At the uncle's residence, I smelled the smell of rice, which may be the reason why I haven't eaten for a day, and I think the aroma of the food here is simply so fragrant that I have never encountered, and it is more fragrant than the chicken stewed by my mother during the New Year!

"Wipe your saliva off for me, don't fall into the dish! Don't let people eat it! Also, go outside and bring some firewood in! Burn the fire hotter!"

"Stupid, burn Wang! Burn Wang! It's not just a firewood filler! Use the burning stick next to you!"

I picked up the burnt wooden stick next to me and pulled the firewood to let the fire burn, and I didn't see the warm smile of the uncle behind me.

"You know what?"

"You don't even say what's the matter, how do I know if I know?

"The burning stick in your hand is also a sword on the Sword Test Mountain, I think it is very convenient to use it to burn the fire, so I used it. If you can hold the burning stick, you are its new owner. ”

"Come on, uncle, even if this is really a sword, it's almost half burned by you, can it still be used?"

"Even if you burn half of it, it's still a sword, right? You can try a drop of blood and see if it can be used?"

"Okay, I'll try. ”

He gritted his teeth and cut his finger with a knife, dripping blood on this inconspicuous burning stick.

"Don't drip, are you fucking trying to drip blood all over your hand?"

"I'm afraid there's not enough blood, it can't—" Before I could finish speaking, all the blood dripping from the stick was sucked into the stick as if it had been absorbed by a sponge, and then a puff of green smoke rose from the stick, and the rough and worn appearance of the stick made a "sizzle" sound that gradually disappeared. What appeared before me was a jasper sword, the scabbard and hilt were inlaid with jade, green and shallot.