The catkins are gone, the flowers bloom and fall, and spring goes to summer.

It's midsummer in June, and it's been three months since the bamboo shoots were harvested. During these three months, Xu Huaigu lived almost the same life as the monks.

During the day, I wake up to the sound of the bell, and then I stay in the monastic house to read the Buddhist scriptures. Occasionally, when he got tired of reading a book, or encountered something he didn't understand, he would go to a remote corner in the back mountain to practice his sword. At this time, the practice of swords is actually just to calm down, and by the way, it is also to remind yourself not to forget the swordsmanship that you have practiced over the years, which is the foundation of your life.

But today, Xu Huaigu didn't have the heart to practice swords, nor did he ......

Chapter 13 of "Huai Jian Xing": Heavy rain is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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