It's past noon.

Ning Chuyi, who had never been relieved, didn't even notice that the spring rain had stopped, and when he pushed open the wooden door of the house, the fresh air came after the rain, which seemed to be mixed with a ...... Suppress and kill the spirit?

The young man didn't have time to smell and think about it, but gasped heavily, his heart was heavy, and a young man with a sword walked in his sight, and his figure was from far to near.

Ning Chuyi's face began to become a little ugly, and he didn't think of a well-known saying in the history of the wilderness, which told that those monks in the world would go down the mountain to experience the red dust when their cultivation reached a bottleneck, and among them, they would inevitably encounter civilians in the mountains and wilderness, for the monks, they were just ants, where would there be any pity? If you kill it, you will kill it, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you regard human life as a mustard.

"Brother."

Ning Que's voice was a little choked, and his eyes moistened again.

The young man was silent for the first time, probably as Ye Shi wrote, today that sword cultivator killed the little sister may be angry, and then kill him with his hand?

Leave Ning Que and flee alone? The boy had never had such thoughts when he first saw her. The only regret is that this day came so quickly, so that he was unprepared and caught off guard.

Ning Chuyi didn't turn his head to look back at the girl, he was really afraid of seeing something in the girl's eyes.

The breeze blew, the young man stood still, the light in the sky failed to leave a trace of warmth in Ning Chuyi's body, and when he suddenly looked back, it turned out that he had forgotten how he had survived in those cold winters and moons so far.

He raised his head again, recalling that when he was seven years old and staring at the bright moonlight, he couldn't see Chang'e's fairy shadow, and suddenly woke up, he was a mediocre person who did nothing, how could he see the appearance of the immortal in the sky?

……

"What's the stinky boy in a daze?" Before the young man arrived, a strange cry came from afar, pulling the two men back from distraction.

Ning Que's face was frosty, "Do you know how serious the consequences will be if I die in the world?" ”

Li Muxuan turned a deaf ear to this, his tone became calm, and he put away his sword, "The stinky boy hasn't seen him for a few hours, and his brain is stupid?" ”

The young man stared at the young man who was only three steps away from him, and was silent for a long time, his face was still ugly, "Could it be that a cultivator can really kill people casually without asking the reason?" ”

Li Muxuan remained silent, blinked, and said casually: "What if I have to kill her today?" ”

Although it is an extremely casual language, but the tone that says that you can kill as if you can really kill can't be fake, even if you Ning Que has the identity of breaking the sky in the demon land, who cares when you come to the world? Even if you die here, is it possible that the power of the demon land will risk the mind of fighting the world again, and raise a teacher for you, a little demon, and defeat again?

Ning Que obviously understood this, and glanced at the young man outside the wooden door with a complicated mood.

Ning Chuyi's arm trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, and moved a step to the left, leaning against the wooden door, his meaning was already clear.

The young man sneered, didn't even look at Ning Que, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in the room with a gloomy expression, waved his hand, and said angrily: "It's true that my Shushan pursues the practice of slaying demons and eliminating demons, but I haven't said that I will kill demons when I encounter them, not to mention that I am still a little demon who has just entered the Tengyun Realm?" If the person surnamed Bai knows, he can't laugh off his big teeth? It's you, kid, you're not very old, and your abacus is crackling, boring, boring......"

The young man was stunned for a long time, and finally understood that Li Muxuan would not do it today, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Muxuan rolled his eyes, isn't the life and death of others more important than his own life in this young man's heart? He shook his head, not knowing what to say.

After a long time, the young man gathered a killing intent, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't you invite me in to sit?" ”

Ning Chu was stunned for a moment, looking comfortable, "Please." ”

……

Inside the house, Li Muxuan didn't squint, he didn't care about sitting cross-legged on the ground, watching the young man playing with the medicine tripod there, and frowned: "You have all mixed up to this point, and you still have the heart to worry about the death and life of others?" Ge Laozi, I really want to take out your heart to see what you are thinking in your heart, the stones in the pit are not as stinky as you! Do you know now that you only have half a year to live? ”

Ning Chuyi's body trembled, and he nodded, his expression calm, "I know, what the fortune teller at the entrance of the alley said is true." ”

Li Muxuan was stunned, glanced at Ning Chuyi, pursed his lips, and raised his voice by a degree, "You know a fart!" ”

The young man didn't refute, he didn't care, since this sword cultivator had no killing intent, he smiled and said, "I also know, what you said is also true, Brother Li." ”

The young man was silent for a long time, and did not answer, he traveled east alone, and he saw many cultivators, but they were all like clouds of smoke, fleeting, and those people were like fireworks at the tips of his fingertips, flickering and dimming, and in the end they could only be reduced to ashes.

And this extremely ordinary young man is very different, in his heart, Ning Chuyi's avenue may be like the avenue that the white-clothed scholar said is like the blue sky, and it should never be extinguished again.

When she came back to her senses, Li Muxuan suddenly got up, like a ghost, appeared from behind Ning Que, and hit her on the back of the neck with a knife in her hand.

"Uh-huh......"

Ning Que groaned softly, and fell down directly in a faint state.

Looking at the young man's gloomy gaze, Li Muxuan was suddenly a little disappointed in Ning Chuyi, "I won't kill her, but I will never let the Demon Land Cultivator listen to something that shouldn't be heard." After a stick of incense, she will naturally wake up. ”

When the poor young man saw that he was speaking in this tone, not like a liar, he was relieved, and a thought flashed in his heart, and he asked tentatively: "Shushan is in Shudi?" ”

The young man was stunned, "Do you know?" ”

Ning Chuyi rubbed his temples, he really didn't know how to answer, didn't this sword cultivator find out that his dialect was too dramatic?

Li Muxuan immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

The young man couldn't help it, he stretched out a finger and said in a low voice, "Brother Li, your accent is too heavy." ”

Li Muxuan was stunned in place, thinking for a long time, he really hadn't thought about this question, thought for a moment, nodded, thought deeply, and said seriously: "I will definitely pay attention to these details in the future, this will be said first." ”

The boy was relieved.

The young man rolled his eyes, "Grandma, I finally understand why you don't have any friends." ”

Ning Chuyi's gaze moved away from the girl, shook his head and whispered, "Why?" ”

Li Muxuan was defeated for the first time, but he had been looking at the young man, for this innocent and stupid appearance, he really couldn't be a little angry, and thought about it seriously, as if not all questions have answers, and not all answers are right or wrong, after a little silence, he said calmly: "My old man once told me that a young man should have a clear heart to the distance, and his shoulders should be full of grass and warblers flying and vigorous. ”

He paused, his voice slightly hoarse, "But no matter how I look at it, you stinky boy, every time I come to the answer, you are more twilight than an old man."

But then, Li Muxuan hurriedly stopped Ning Chuyi, who was about to answer, and said softly: "I didn't say that you are not good like this, on the contrary, you are like this, well, I think it can't be better anymore." ”

Ning Chuyi retracted his gaze, confused, but he could still hear that the young man this time did not slander him, so for the first time, in addition to his father, the old beggar and the little sister, he smiled at a young man who had only known him for a few hours, "When I was young, I fantasized about being a chivalrous and righteous swordsman, and the neighbors said that I was too naïve, and laughed at me that I would understand when I grew up, but at that time, my father and mother always had a smile and told me that if the child had a dream, then chase it. Now I also realize that all the darkness in this world and the righteous images of the great shore and righteousness are only for fame. ”

Li Muxuan waited for a long time, and without waiting for the next words, he joked for the first time: "Then you don't have the idea of being a swordsman?" ”

At this moment, Ning Chu stood up shoulder to shoulder, standing straighter than ever, but he suddenly let out of breath, looked at the Moqing long sword behind the young man, and muttered in a low voice: "Which young man doesn't envy that green shirt and sword walking the rivers and lakes?" But I also know that in this world, except for my father and mother, no one else will be unconditionally good to you as a matter of course. ”

The straight-talking young man was sullen, but he became silent, habitually touched his waist, and was a little embarrassed when he found that the sword raiser was left by Bai Li, but then he asked again: "Ning boy, my father and mother have had a hard time after leaving, right?" ”

Ning Chuyi shook his head, slightly distracted, "I've been used to it for a long time." ”

Li Muxuan scratched his head, comforting people He was really not good at this thing, and after suddenly remembering the elegant and easy-going scholar in his heart, he couldn't help but secretly scold the profiteer and thief in his heart, and his daughter-in-law will definitely have no asshole when she gives birth to a baby in the future.

At this time, he also noticed Ning Chuyi's eyes, became interested, raised his eyebrows, and took out his sword with a radiant expression, "The stinky boy wants to learn the sword?" ”

This black-robed young man's heart is not bad in the end, but this moment of comfort, and the next moment of brightness, so that the young man did not know how to answer, took a deep breath, and said happily: "I once asked the old beggar, and he said that I am not a cultivator, and he also said that I am a little bastard all my life, and no one will know if I die one day." As for the sword or something, I've long since taken care of it. ”

The young man put back his hand and took a step forward, full of domineering: "I don't care what you think in your heart, tomorrow I will go to the one surnamed Bai and ask him to take you as an apprentice." Well! That's it! ”

Ning Chu wanted to refuse directly, but when he heard this, he was a little curious, but when he saw that this proud young man's eyes were full of admiration when he said his surname Bai, he said unprecedentedly: "This..... Is Mr. Bai's kendo great? Can you beat him then? ”

The young man grinned, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, walked out of the hut, and made a courtesy between scholars in the direction of the restaurant, but his tone was hesitant, "If the surname Bai is a character, it is naturally a hundred and eight thousand miles away from me; But in kendo, he is always higher than me......"

Li Muxuan suddenly raised his hand, the distance between his thumb and index finger was more than an inch, and he said heroically: "It's probably a little higher than me." ”

The young man was not a cultivator after all, and asked puzzledly, "How much is this?" ”

"Hmm...... Presumably if he wants to kill me, he has to make two swords? ”

The more Li Muxuan spoke, the more weak his heart became, but in an instant, his face was radiant again, he stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, and said solemnly: "Don't dare to say anything else, in less than ten years, Lao Tzu must be the most powerful and powerful sword immortal in the world!" ”

Ning Chu's eyes widened, "So powerful?" ”

He lowered his head slightly, seeing the young man's eyes full of admiration and envy but without the slightest pretentiousness, no matter how big he was arrogant, he couldn't help but blush, and coughed lightly, "Of course, but that's for later." ”