People have dreams, and they may be suppressed by reality, but there are still some in the end.

For men, the sword is a dream and an agreement.

However, I don't know when, the sword has become an extremely popular, extremely ordinary, even weak, and can only be used as a ritual weapon, which makes people unable to lift the slightest spirit.

Murder knives, domineering halberds, iron spears sweeping, bending bows and shooting eagles, hammers falling like landslides, scythes hiding treacherous... No matter how bad it is, a pair of irascible fists are also the most powerful weapons.

The sword is the way.

Punch is power.

Halberds can be extreme.

What about the sword?

There is nothing in the sword, there are just old-fashioned, traditional, etiquette, dragon tricks, soft, weak power...

The sword, broken.

Because, at some point, it can no longer support people's hearts, and it cannot give people strength and faith.

"One day, I will definitely become a Great Sword Immortal!"

"Me too!"

It was just a joke from two children.

The picture in Xia Xuan's mind flashed, it was from the previous life...

He looked up at the sword on the table.

but there is no desire to draw the sword.

If you can't surprise the world with a sword and be dazzling, why pull it out?

He knows the Demon Sutra, understands the treasure books, and knows the learning of hundreds of schools, but he does not have much kendo attainments.

"Divine Enlightenment" did not give him such ability.

However, Xia Xuan is not only optimistic, but also very stubborn, the kind of person who goes all the way to the dark, dies and doesn't look back, like an old scalper.

"Since I didn't give it, I realized it myself, and then I created it. ”

Therefore, after he realized that it was impossible to obtain a sword technique stronger than the [Extreme Dao Sutra] through "Divine Enlightenment" in a short period of time, he kept thinking about it and simulating it in his mind.

Drunk dancing and singing, debauchery, and usually unable to perform exercises, but he has been stubbornly thinking about the sword.

Nation~

Nation~

Nation~

"The weather is dry, be careful of the candle~~"

The voice of the watchman sounded in the autumn rain, drifting faintly in the quiet night.

Xia Xuan's thoughtful expression relaxed, he put down the exercise book he was reading just now, stood up, and looked out the window.

It's the third watch, the autumn rain is temporarily resting, it's time to go out to eat something, there is no way, I will be hungry at night.

So, the little grandfather grabbed a black umbrella and walked out of the door, although the Xia family has a rule of night ban, but is it not the road that the wall is?

The little grandfather decided to walk from the wall and walk openly.

He skillfully bypassed the night patrol courtyard and came to the west of the Xia Mansion.

There is a red apricot tree against the wall here, although there is no fruit, it is also the only place in Xia Mansion that is convenient to climb out.

Xia Xuan naturally didn't rely on exercises when he went out, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say anything if he was asked afterwards.

So, this is his way.

Today, however, he suddenly stopped, for he noticed that there was a man hidden behind the red apricot tree...

The man heard the movement and walked out directly, and through the red lantern of Xia Mansion, he could clearly see that it was Xia Wuving.

At this time, she was wearing a milky white pajamas, crossed her waist and smiled: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Xia Xuanle was speechless: "Xia Qing, you are not my mother, you are just my sister, figure out your identity." ”

"My mother spoils you too much, I naturally have to take care of it!" Xia Wushu crossed his waist, "Say, where are you going?"

Xia Xuan said: "If you don't go, you won't go anywhere... I went back to sleep. ”

As he spoke, he exhaled faintly, put his hands on his pillows, walked back, returned to the house and stayed for a stick of incense, and then he went out again...

Then I saw Xia Invincible under the red apricot tree again.

The second sister looked at him with a smile.

Xia Xuan said speechlessly: "Xia Qing, don't you have to go to the Condor Hall tomorrow?

Xia Wushu cupped his cheeks and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you wouldn't go? Why are you here again?"

As soon as her words fell, Xia Xuan sighed, ran to her and stretched out her hand, rubbed her shoulders with both hands, and said sincerely: "Okay, okay, I really won't go, you're working too hard..."

Xia Wushu felt the kneading just right, and said, "It's pretty much the same." ”

So, she yawned and went back to sleep.

Xia Xuan also went back.

After another stick of incense...

The siblings met for the third time under the red apricot tree.

Xia Xuan: ...

Xia Wudi: ...

They were speechless, and the awkward atmosphere began to spread.

Xia Xuan didn't say a word, turned around and left.

By the fourth time, he found that the red apricot tree had been cut down with a knife......

The cut surface of the knife mark is as smooth as a mirror, which is obviously done by the master, and it is no better than this, which fully shows the anger in the master's heart.

Xia Xuan: ......

...

...

The next morning.

After Xia Xuan got up, he grabbed a book of "art" layer exercises, looked at it carefully, and when he flipped through it to the end, he closed his eyes and simulated every move in this "technique" in his mind.

Any book that can be used as a fusion exercise does not require you to practice, but at least it needs to be understood by you, so that it can be used as "one of the exercises of fusion".

About half an hour later, the sandalwood on the table burned to the end, and Xia Xuan opened his eyes...

In the progress of the fusion, the "(8/10)" in the column of the word "Gong" has become (9/10), and he only needs to understand a "skill" level exercise, and he can fuse a random second-grade "Gong" level exercise, and the realm is complete.

But these are completely insufficient, but in Shu Kingdom, unless he goes to slaughter people and asks for hidden secrets, he will no longer be able to find any complete high-level exercises.

Is it only possible to go to a foreign country farther away?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door, and the maid Qingzhuzi came over and reported: "Little grandfather, the daughter of the Suhou Mansion family and the Yanei of the general's family have all come to visit you, and now you are waiting in the front hall." ”

"Got it, Qingzhuzi, I'll be over in a moment. ”

Xia Xuan counted the days and knew that today was the full moon poetry meeting near the Mid-Autumn Festival, although it rained last night, it was already sunny this morning.

Thousands of miles of frost days, maple red chrysanthemum yellow, it is the day when the talented women of the national capital make an appointment to go out.

To know...

The circle of talented women is all high-ranking officials and nobles in the national capital or nearby, or the little sons and princesses of the family, and they are all baby bumps in the palms of their hands that are well protected by the heads of each family.

After all, this person has struggled, experienced the vicissitudes of life and the cold of the world, and always hopes that one or two of his younger generations can be innocent and carefree, and talk about making up for his regrets.

The circle of talented people and talented women is composed of such a group of lucky people.

Xia Xuan changed into a moon-white robe, and then grabbed a folding fan of the national hand Danqing.

The words on this folding fan are written with four words, "free and worry-free", which were given to his father by the famous poet Ouyang drunk.

And his father, Xia Shanguo, gave it to him again.

After all, in Xia Shanguo's view, his career has been inherited by his eldest son Xia Mingkong, and Xia Qing is also very promising, and his martial arts talent is extremely high, in such a family, he hopes that his younger son can be happy and safe.

is carefree, and it is also his father's expectation and connivance for him.

As soon as Xia Xuan grabbed the folding fan, he stepped out of the door.

Tonight, the night of the full moon, is the most romantic time to chant poetry.