Looking at the sword man who was sitting on the ground, Wang Wudi's eyes were full of pathos.

For hundreds of years in Yuqing Palace, when it comes to kendo talent, Jianming Daoist is a well-deserved first, and no one can beat it.

Decades ago, Jian Ming went out to travel, saying that he was looking for the sword intent in his heart.

Everyone is looking forward to it, hoping that when he returns, kendo will reach a higher level.

No, half a year later, an unkempt monk knocked on the door of Yuqing Palace.

It's a Kennaru Daoist.

Compared with when he went out, he no longer had the determination of sword cultivation in his eyes, his temperament was decadent, and even the aura in his body was a little blocked, and his cultivation was a lot wasted.

Yuqing Palace spent a huge price, and it was not easy to cure the Jianming Daoist.

But he casually threw away the broken sword, saying that he would not use the sword in the future.

Wang Wushu asked again and again, only to know that someone forced Jian Ming to break the long sword in his hand and cut off a sword heart in his chest.

The Yuqing Palace was furious, and used all the energy to find the bastard who forced the sword to break.

But after turning over the entire cultivation world, he still found nothing, and in the end he could only end hastily.

Since then, Yuqing Palace has lost a dashing sword cultivator and a down-and-out pavilion keeper.

Until today, Wang Wushu knew that the person who broke the sword back then turned out to be an immortal.

With his thoughts retracted, Wang Wushu looked at Jian Ming Daoren, spoke with some difficulty, and comforted him dryly.

But the old Taoist priest didn't hear it and didn't react at all.

"Ridiculous...... It's ridiculous......"

With tears streaming down his face, the sword stumbled to his feet and stumbled out.

Gu Changsheng couldn't rest assured, and followed with steps.

Wang Wushu also wanted to follow, but after thinking for a while, he stopped and watched the two of them go away.

Following behind the Sword Roaring Daoist, Gu Changsheng put his steps to the lightest and did not make any sound.

The expression on the old man's face was very weird, as if he was smiling but not laughing, and crying but not crying.

He didn't have a destination, just walked in the Yuqing Palace. Jian Mingdao's back bent unconsciously, his eyes were blank, and his steps staggered.

Walking into a wooded area, he tripped over a mound of dirt on the ground and fell hard.

The sword screaming Taoist was lying on the ground, sobbing and dripping, but he didn't make a sound.

Great sorrow is silent.

At this moment, he is no longer a catastrophe overhaul that can go to heaven and earth, but like a child who has been robbed of his toys, dazed and helpless.

In the middle of the night, the whisper of the sword roaring dao man sounded.

"Cultivating the sword first cultivates the heart, and cultivating the sword first cultivates the mind...... It's a pity that it's too late. ”

Looking at the old Taoist priest who had lost his soul, Gu Changsheng could feel the remorse in his heart, as well as his unwillingness.

"Immortal...... Immortal...... Why did the immortal break my sword......"

Jian Mingdao's heart was like ashes, lying on the ground and muttering to himself, his words full of despair.

In the middle of the night, he fell into a deep sleep, apparently suffering a great loss of mind.

With a long sigh, Gu Changsheng stretched out his hand and hugged the old Taoist priest.

Jian Ming Dao was not heavy, his body was very thin, and Gu Changsheng did not feel much weight.

I don't know if I really fell asleep or didn't want to wake up, Jian Ming Daoist didn't react at all, and let Gu Changsheng pick him up.

Shaking his head, Gu Changsheng led the old Taoist towards his house.

Back at home, Song Qinghuan was already waiting for him.

Seeing the sword Ming Daoist who was being held, Song Qinghuan cast a puzzled look in his eyes.

Gu Changsheng didn't say anything, just walked into the house and put the old Taoist on his bed.

Helping the Jianming Daoist cover the quilt, he took out two more pills for concentrating and gently put them into the old Taoist's mouth.

In the end, Gu Changsheng walked out of the room with light steps and carefully closed the door.

"Changsheng, what is this?" Song Qinghuan lowered his voice and asked out loud.

Gu Changsheng sighed secretly in his heart and said, "Master Jianming's sword was probably broken by himself. ”

After saying only one word, he fell silent, only to sigh from time to time.

As a sword cultivator, Gu Changsheng could feel the pain in the hearts of Sword Ming Dao people.

Seeing that Gu Changsheng was not in the mood to chat, Song Qinghuan didn't continue to ask, just hugged him gently.

Song Qinghuan went to fetch some tea leaves, and helped Gu Changsheng make a pot of tea and put it on the table.

In the end, she kissed Gu Changsheng's cheek and went back to the room by herself.

Gu Changsheng sat in the small courtyard, listening to Lu's snoring, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

Li Xuan'an said before that the Sword Ming Daoist was the most talented sword cultivator in the Yuqing Palace for hundreds of years.

"Two thousand sword qi, glorious Governor Kyushu." That is, the old Taoist priest.

Gu Changsheng felt that the sword talent of the Sword Ming Dao people might not be worse than his own.

In this way, this immortal is a little more targeted.

Thinking of Xingchen Immortal's previous words, Gu Changsheng's heart couldn't help but be clouded.

Clothed in moonlight, Gu Changsheng sat in the small courtyard and pondered all night.

……

The sun rises in the east, and the morning sun is like blood.

The first rays of sunlight in the early morning shone down, illuminating Gu Changsheng's side face.

Only then did he realize that a long time had passed. Looking down at the teacup in his hand, Gu Changsheng found that the tea was already cold.

Putting the teacup down, he got up from his chair and moved his body briefly.

At this moment, a voice came from the door.

"Changsheng, how is Jian Ming?"

Gu Changsheng hurriedly looked out and found that it was Wang Wushu who came.

The old man was still wearing a Mao suit, his face was full of solemnity and worry, obviously not relieved to be a sword Ming Daoist.

"My mind was damaged and I fell asleep." Gu Changsheng replied out loud, and also sighed.

Wang Wushu didn't enter the courtyard, he opened through the door, and his voice was full of seriousness.

"If I can become an immortal in this life, I will definitely go back to the master of the long sword to ask for an explanation! When Jianming wakes up, you tell him what I said. ”

After a pause, the old man continued: "It's just a big deal to slaughter a lowly immortal, Lao Tzu can afford this cause and effect!" ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Wushu turned around and left, his back resolute and resolute.

Gu Changsheng stood in place and was stunned for a moment.

Then, he nodded and smiled and said to himself, "Together, together." ”

There was a sound from the door behind him, and Gu Changsheng looked back.

After a "squeak", Song Qinghuan walked out. An An followed behind, rubbing her eyes in a daze.

"Sister Qinghuan, what did you call me to do so early...... An An doesn't have to go to kindergarten anymore? ”

Hearing the little girl's words, Song Qinghuan squatted down and said slightly apologetically: "There are guests at home today, I'll take you to Hulai's mother-in-law to continue sleeping, okay?" ”

An An nodded very obediently, no opinion.

So, Song Qinghuan took the little girl and went next door, leaving the room to Gu Changsheng and Jian Ming Daoren.

Gu Changsheng walked into the kitchen, made a simple breakfast, and waited for the old Taoist priest to wake up.

But until three o'clock in the morning, the house was still quiet, and there was not a sound coming out.

Gu Changsheng was a little worried, so he got up and walked inside.

Jian Ming Dao had already woken up, just lying on the bed in a daze, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Looking at the appearance of the old Taoist, Gu Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly.

White-headed overnight.

From the first time he saw the Sword Ming Daoist, Gu Changsheng was very strange: why did a tribulation overhaul have black and white hair, which was no different from an ordinary old man.

Compared with Wang Wuving, the Jianming Dao people are more than a little old in terms of appearance.

And right now, the old Taoist priest is full of silver threads.

When the long sword is broken, the wind blows the black hair; Looking back, it was full of snow.

Gu Changsheng was speechless for a while, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

It was not only the long sword that was cut off by the sword of the sword, but also the age.

That bastard immortal, how domineering and hateful!

"Master Jianming, let's eat something first" After a while, Gu Changsheng, who was in a good mood, spoke slowly.

The sword screamer didn't react, as if he hadn't heard.

After repeating it several times, Gu Changsheng had no choice but to give up temporarily and walk out of the house.

Standing in the courtyard and thinking for a long time, he finally stepped out of the courtyard gate.

Coming to Wang Wuyi's house, Gu Changsheng knocked on the door and walked in without waiting for the old man to answer.

"How's Jianming?"

Wang Wushu stopped spitting, opened his eyes and asked.

Gu Changsheng shook his head and didn't directly answer the old man's question: "Do you know, where is Master Jianming's broken sword?" ”

Unexpectedly, Gu Changsheng would ask this question, Wang Wudi was slightly stunned, frowning and thinking for a long time.

"After the sword was broken, I went back to the Yuqing Palace and lost the broken sword."

After a pause, the old man continued to reply: "It's been too long, and I can't remember it clearly. But it should still be in the Yuqing Palace. ”

Gu Changsheng nodded, and then walked straight out of Wang Invincible's room.

"Changsheng, why are you asking this?"

Wang Wuxian's voice came from behind him, Gu Changsheng didn't reply, and said loudly: "I'll go and get Master Jianming's sword back!" Maybe it can provoke him. ”

For the rest of the day, the animals in the Yuqing Palace were miserable.

There's a bastard in white digging holes everywhere......

Gu Changsheng conducted a carpet search of the Yuqing Palace and did not spare an inch of land.

It's an old cow that has cultivated the land all his life, and he is ashamed of himself when he sees it......

Gu Changsheng made a decision, and a depth of twenty or thirty meters was a plan, carefully exploring every corner.

Approaching the Spring Festival, the weather is very cold, and many animals have hibernated.

Therefore, when a frozen snake was gouged out by Gu Changsheng, it was a little blind.

When I opened my eyes, the hibernating snake did not quite understand what was in front of me.

Time...... Is it so fast? It's already spring?

Why is it so cold......

But before it could react, a figure in white beside it spoke out in annoyance.

"It's been a ** afternoon, and I haven't found anything, bad luck!"

Then, the dug out of the earth wrapped around the snake and smashed back into the pit, falling into a deep sleep and continuing to hibernate.

Gu Changsheng worked hard all afternoon, but still found nothing.

Sixty or seventy years old objects are really difficult to find......

Shaking his head, he raised his sword finger, and the Dao Decision was running again.

The ground in front of him cracked instantly, and the dirt poured up on its own, piling up into a small mountain.

A box appeared in front of Gu Changsheng's eyes, with a smooth appearance, it should have been buried not long ago.

His eyes lit up, and he beckoned lightly and took the box through the air.

Reaching out to open the box, a thin book appeared in Gu Changsheng's sight.

On the cover, the big characters of "A Cake Mahjong Diary" are very conspicuous.

……

Gu Changsheng knew that it was not right to snoop on other people's privacy, and the first task now should be to find Master Jianming's broken sword.

But he still opened the diary.

It's a big deal to bury it back after reading it, and no one will know.

……

"Monday. Today's opponent: Gu Changsheng, Xiao Liang, and another named Li He'an. ”

"I was reluctant to buy eight cans of milk for a bottle, and then spent four thousand yuan to buy five hundred cans for Gu Changsheng."

……

"Tuesday. Today's opponent: It's still the three of them. ”

"I lost six hundred today, but fortunately, it's not my family who lost, and the little guy quickly lost all his master's spiritual gold."

……

"Wednesday. Today's opponents: Gu Changsheng, Li Xuan'an, and a little Taoist priest named Shucheng. The little boy didn't play today, it seems that he was stealing something and was discovered by the owner. ”

"Lost eight thousand today! That little Taoist priest is a master, next time I won't play with him, look for a stupid player. ”

……

"Thursday. Today's opponents: Gu Changsheng, Li Xuanan, Wang Wuving. ”

"Won three hundred today! But after the fight, I asked Xiao Liang to watch a movie, and in the end, it was twenty-five. ”

……

"Friday. Today's opponents: It's the same three people from last time. ”

"I lost 2,000 today, and the more frustrated I became, the more courageous I became, I only admitted that I was unlucky, and I didn't admit that my skills were not good. Today is because the location is not good. ”

……

"Friday. Today's opponents: Wang Wuving, Xiao Liang, Li Xuanan. (The little boy learned to smoke, and he kept smoking when he played cards)"

"I lost three thousand, and I can't see the cards clearly when I smoke."

……

Looking at Ah Cake's diary, Gu Changsheng's expression froze a little.

No wonder Ah Cake refused to play cards with Shucheng later......

Turning to the last page with a complicated expression, Gu Changsheng saw Ah Cake's last gambling diary.

"Woo woo woo found out that there is no money today! Woo woo woo yesterday Gu Changsheng opened all the bars, and my money was all gone all of a sudden! Woo woo woo really want to stay away from Gu Changsheng! ”

"Woo woo I swear to God that I will never play cards again! I'll leave this diary here, and let it be buried in the soil along with my unbearable memories! Woo woo woo already knew to buy a car for Xingchen Xian, I can at least sit for a while. ”

……

Cherish life and stay away from gambling.

Gu Changsheng was in awe, put the unbearable memories of Ah Bi back into the box, and buried them in the soil.

After a moment of silence for the Yangtze crocodile in his heart, Gu Changsheng continued to work.

Night falls.

Gu Changchang, who had found nothing, sighed and walked home helplessly.

There was a small light in the courtyard, and he pushed the door open and walked in.

In order not to embarrass Jianming Daoist, Song Qinghuan took An An to Hulai Daogu next door.

She even brought Lou over......

Gu Changsheng first changed his clothes, then walked into the kitchen and simply fried two bowls of rice.

Then, he walked back to the house with two bowls of egg fried rice and sat down next to Jian Ming Daoren.

The old Taoist priest was lying on the bed, still looking like his heart was like ashes.

Gu Changsheng pulled the egg fried rice, casually talked to Jian Mingdao, and told the joke he had seen recently.

The old Taoist priest still didn't react.

After a while, Gu Changsheng finished eating the fried rice in the bowl, and then stood up.

"You see, the sword of the immortal will also be cut off."

After a pause, he continued: "The sword in your heart can only be broken by yourself. I've already folded it once, do you want to fold it a second time? ”

After finishing speaking, Gu Changsheng put down the fried rice, got up and walked out of the house.

Behind him, Jian Ming Daoren's eyes regained some clarity, as if he felt something.

(End of chapter)