What the situation in the court of Chu was not very clear, but Jiang Ming also knew that the status of the king of Chu was supreme.

Even if someone could sneak something under his nose, it would be a trivial matter that he didn't bother to bother with.

If there is a sea in the heart, it can accommodate all rivers.

The emperor does not have to be broad-minded, but he must learn to accommodate it on the bright side.

The sea does not turn the water out of the river because it is mixed with the filth of some stinking gutter.

The sea is the sea, and because it is big, it is the sea.

The sea will dilute the filth, not reject it.

When the dilution is no longer acceptable, it rolls up a storm and slams it ashore, or sinks to the bottom of the sea forever and does not see the light of day.

Therefore, the matter of Dasi Nong's imprisonment must have the consent of the King of Chu, and no one would have the courage to take a courtier of Yiyi and Jiuqing to test the tolerance of the King of Chu.

Jiang Ming was the first to react, and looked at Yan Weichu's eyes with some pity.

"So, this time it's not someone else who is targeting Da Si Nong, but the King of Chu who wants to test you. ”

Yan Weichu nodded, "You don't have to look at me with that kind of look, it's okay to say that the test is okay, after all, my sword hasn't been unsheathed for too long." ”

"The first swordsman of the Chu State, who once regarded his dignity too much as his head, now chooses to accept it with such a low brow and pleasing to the eyes, which is really insulting to the reputation of the first swordsman of the Chu State. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Weichu's mouth.

Just smiled lightly, but it touched the wrinkles on the whole face, from the corner of his mouth to the top of his head, slowly pulling up a hair, and the middle-aged man's whole body began to tremble slightly.

Everyone looked at Yan Weichu together, and his appearance made everyone feel a little creepy.

After a long time, he was still smiling.

Laughter is a manifestation of human emotions and mentality, which can be good and bad, good and bad.

Everyone was speculating about the meaning of his smile, thinking that it might be a dark smile brought about by anger, or it could be a bitter smile of being insulted.

Ridiculous is laughing.

Laugh when you're happy, laugh when you're embarrassed, smile when you're happy, and smile bitterly when you're ridiculed.

Laughing when you're angry is obviously not an emotion that a normal human being should have.

Yan Weichu is not a normal person, but this does not mean that he will not reveal the emotions that normal people have.

The normal person's mood is very simple, he is smiling, and the smile gradually turns into laughter.

His mood changed from happy to happy.

He was happy.

He is undoubtedly bad now, and this is something that many people, including himself, know very well.

Whether out of fear or respect for oneself, when everyone begins to agree that this is bad, then the world will get worse and worse.

He may have done the right thing in those two things, but he was wrong, and he was not worthy of respect.

He has not produced a sword for ten years, and still occupies the position of the first swordsman in Chu State, which means that there is no one in Chu State who is willing to pick up a sword in the past ten years, and he does not know if there will be one in the future, and he can't wait for that day.

He hoped that someone would stand in front of him with a sword and challenge him loudly, just like Jiang Ming, who said that he was no longer worthy of occupying the position of the number one swordsman in the Chu State.

Even if it was just a little boy, even if the boy didn't have a sword, he just broke a withered branch and pointed it at himself.

He would probably pull out the green steel sword on his back again, and then tell the young man loudly with relief that he was indeed unworthy, and then give the country to their young people with confidence.

But he couldn't find this young man in the Chu State, and he couldn't see hope, and it was only now that he suddenly began to understand why the person ten years ago didn't use his sword against him.

Because he really doesn't deserve his sword, that person also can't see hope in himself.

When he took the first step from the Chu State, he had already lost, and he had been losing.

It has nothing to do with fate, there is no such thing as fate in this world.

He was not destined to lose, but decided on his own path to lose.

He told Jiang Ming that the world was unfair, and his fate was tragic, and now it seems that it is just grandstanding.

He really didn't understand what a sword was, and maybe he never will.

He will still lose the bet with Yang Hejiu.

It's not that he believes that Yang Hejiu can come out of Shangwu City alive.

It's that he is not qualified to gamble with Yang Hejiu at all, and he also denies his insistence at the beginning, he insists that the sword is dignity, and he also admits that Yang Hejiu's sword is very dignified.

His bet was on his own life, but now this old life has no dignity to tell.

Compared to the previous two bets, this time the loss was even worse.

The first time he lost the sword, he picked up the sword again, and the second time he lost his name, he chose to come back to protect the Chu State.

But what about this third time?

He didn't lose to Yang Hejiu, but to himself.

Forty years of persistence was completely denied by himself in the bet with Yang Hejiu, and he didn't have the time or energy to start over.

Yan Weichu is still smiling, too much time has passed since he started laughing, his mood has never changed, and he is always happy.

It was a kind of relief that was about to be relieved, and the green steel sword on his back began to vibrate gently as his throbbing smile began to hum and hum.

Maybe there is unwillingness, maybe more excitement.

Everyone clearly saw that the rusted green steel sword began to peel off from his back inch by inch, and the rust stains on the scabbard slowly turned into powder along with the scabbard itself.

One by one, they landed and flew one by one.

The wooden door was reopened by the wind outside the house, and it was two winds.

It's still a bone-chilling wind in winter.

Spring is not a gentle breeze.

It's not warm, but it's a soft breeze, both a winter breeze and a spring breeze.

These two winds, which sounded extremely contradictory but unusually accurate, mixed together and poured wildly into the inn.

The scabbard of the green steel sword on Yan Weichu's back was no longer visible, revealing the severely corroded sword body inside.

The sword was indeed rusty, and the blade still vibrated and whispered, falling off at a rapid speed and merging with the debris that had been reduced to a pile on the floor.

The blades and scabbards shattered and fell off, and chains slipped and fell from his back.

But Yan Weichu was still smiling, still so ugly, there was no trace of displeasure in his smile, only happiness.

It was as if he didn't know that the chains he had carried for ten years and the unsheathed sword had been forgotten by him.

There was a firecracker explosion in the town, and then a second sound, and in a very short time, the entire Yingfu town was enveloped in the sound of firecrackers.

The crowd looked out through the open wooden door, and the street was full of fire.

The sleeping man lying on the bed was woken up by the sound of firecrackers, although the expression on his face was dissatisfied, but also the bottom of his heart, he got out of the bed, put on his clothes and shoes, and then took out the firecrackers he had prepared and threw them out of the door.

The explosion of firecrackers indicates that the old year has passed, and the spring greeting represents blessing.

The winter wind quickly dissipated in the inn, leaving only the spring breeze that was still cold and had no softness to speak of.

It's not soft, it's still cold, it's really not connected with the spring breeze, but this gust of wind is the wind blowing from spring.

The wind that blows in spring is the spring breeze.

It doesn't matter if it's cold or cold.

Yan Weichu smiled at bathing in the spring breeze.

It's not like a spring breeze, but really bathed in the spring breeze.

The splinters of the scabbard and the blade of the sword on the floor were blown up by the spring breeze, escaping from the cracks in the windows, and the only thing shrank in the corner of the wall, until everyone could no longer see the traces of the sword's existence, only the chains that could not be blown by the wind and remained in place.

Everyone looked at his back from the side, his clothes were already black and tattered, and through the tattered clothes, their same black and festering skin could be seen.

It's disgusting.

He no longer picked up the sword, but he did not want to put it down, so he carried it on his back all the time.

It was disgusting to not have removed the sword or changed the clothes in ten years.

Such a man, but his sword is beautiful, and his sword comes from his sword, and his sword comes from himself.

To put it more accurately, this person who once pursued beauty and meticulousness has now become disgusting.

Yan Weichu slowly put away his smile and muttered to himself: "Yingfu Town, it is really Yingfu Town." ”

Everyone looked at him a little puzzled, but no one asked questions, but wanted to see what dangerous actions he would make next.

Yan Weichu didn't want to make any dangerous moves, but he moved.

He rose from the stove and stepped over the chains on the ground, never looking down at them and the crumbs that had been blown away by the wind.

Straight to the door, greedily bathed in the still cold spring breeze, squinting his eyes slightly.

"The plan remains the same, come to Yingdu City, I will go and find you again. I remember to call your gentleman, and I want to tell him personally that I lost that bet. ”

Everyone obviously didn't understand what he had just experienced, and Jiang Ming was a little puzzled: "Since it's a plan, it needs to be discussed carefully, where are you going?"

"I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes. Yan Weichu opened his eyes lightly and said with a smile: "I still want to enter the sea." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked out of the inn, and the still cold spring breeze pierced through the tattered clothes on his back, blowing away the bad skin that was hanging on the outer layer, and piercing into the festering flesh.

If you blow it again, it's not an old wound, it's a new one.

A drop of bright red blood flowed from the new wound.

But he was still smiling.

Blood slowly slid down his back, and his blood rarely had been so vigorous.

He looked at the traces he had walked on, the wind was still blowing, but the snow was frozen so hard that it could not be covered.

So he could still clearly see the two long rut-like marks, which were not any footprints.

He took the first step, his feet lifted very lightly, and he walked very slowly, but it was unusually smooth and unprocrastinating.

The first foot stepped into the snow at the door, and he stepped on a very obvious footprint on the mark of coming.

The snow under his feet was squeezed downwards and loosened in all directions, and there was a crisp sound with that foot.

He came to a river.

The river looked muddy and black, covered with a thick layer of dust, and underneath the dust was extremely clear and translucent water.

In the river lies silently a beautiful pebble, smooth by the flowing water, colored by the years.

The stone will not be unwilling, the stone will only be silent.

Yan Weichu will not be unwilling, but these beautiful stones should not sink to the bottom of the river covered by dust, but should be seen as beautiful.

The river needs to flow, not be as static as a pool of stagnant water.

The world is not static, unless that person is not willing to change.

Jiang Ming said that he was just sitting in the well and looking at the world, and he was willing to admit that this sentence was right, because this sentence was indeed right.

As he had made a bet, he was willing to keep it because he had lost.

Yan Weichu moved, and he took another step forward along the river.

This step is a thousand miles.

But on the street of Yingfu Town, one step at a time, the second footprint appeared in the snow.

This step is the same as the first step, it is not half a point lighter, nor does it exert a little more strength, but it is clearer and more calm than the footprints of the first step.

The Tianhe Realm has nine feet, but it is not only nine feet.

Nine is an imaginary number, a pole number. Represents the most, innumerable.

The river's entry into the sea is like experiencing a fugue in the body.

Only by entering the sea can you understand what kind of magical realm the iQue is.

There was no wind, no trees, just a river and dust falling from nowhere.

But Yan Weichu clearly sensed that there was a wind whistling in his ears, and the river beside him seemed to have flowed backwards rapidly.

The river didn't move, it was moving.

Neither distance nor time constraints seem to make the slightest sense here.

But even so, he still can't go to the end, and the river seems to have no end.

After years of aura gathering and dust accumulation, he no longer knew where the river had gone.

It's a feeling of being lost and not being able to find your way even down the river.

This is terrifying, but Yan Weichu doesn't feel terrible, he still has a smile on his face.

He lifted his feet and took another step forward.

This step is thousands of miles away.

It seemed far away, but from the time he walked out of the inn, he had only taken three steps.

On that street, three steps were already five feet away, so even if he walked nine feet normally, he should have walked half of it.

But he didn't, he didn't know how far he had come, and he didn't even know whether the part of the river he was in now was upstream, midstream, or downstream.

The nine-foot heavenly river has not found the end after traveling thousands of miles in the end, which is really a bit unbelievable.

Yan Weichu's face did not show incredulity, and his mood did not change in the slightest.

He just smiled and walked forward, just walking.

He couldn't count how many steps he had walked, or how many miles he had walked, except that the river had always been the same color, black and muddy.

He didn't seek speed, nor did he seek stability, nor did he deliberately control his strength, but just calmly and mechanically repeated the action of raising and lowering his feet.

But he is moving faster and faster, more and more steadily.

Every time the footsteps are lifted and fallen, the already lifeless lake in the body will be filled with a trace of vitality.

He couldn't see that, because he couldn't find out where the lake was, but he could sense the changes very clearly.

This is an extremely wonderful feeling for Yan Weichu, not a new one.

If he is a new student, he should not be by the river, but should stand in front of the mountain that has not yet opened and start again.

So he didn't have a new life, and now he just continued to move forward at the same pace.

Choosing a new life is tantamount to denying everything he had before and starting over, he has already denied it once in the bet with Yang Hejiu, so this time he doesn't want to deny it again, he won't choose to get a new life.

He didn't need a new life.

He was wrong, but his past was not wrong.

All he needs is to let go and accept.

Put down that sword on your back and accept your past self.

He wouldn't pick up the green steel sword again, but he never wanted to put it down, so it was always on his back.

Throwing away that sword is not because you choose to start over, but because you completely accept the past.

He did it so well that only the one who had ever aspired to be meticulous could sort it out and decide what he wanted to do.

His choice was also right.

Maybe he already understood this, but he lacked someone who could deny himself.

In the past ten years, he has not always been lying in bed and sleeping soundly, he has not been drunk and smoked all day long like other drunkards who can't see any hope, nor has he been in the romantic places of casinos and green buildings all day long to eat and wait for death, which shows that there is still hope in his heart.

He was looking for this person everywhere in the country of Chu who could give him hope again, who could deny himself and affirm himself that you are not worthy of picking up the sword again.

But his vision narrowed, and that was because his heart became narrow-minded.

The person who used to be able to lift his sword and travel tens of thousands of miles eastward to find a sword immortal and ask the sword with just a sentence of annoyance and anger from his defeated generals in those ten years found someone who could stand up and deny himself, but his eyes only stayed on the land of Western Chu.

He suddenly wanted to drink now, and he had been trying to restrain himself from drinking for ten years, because he knew very well that if he got it in that situation, he would never quit again.

Maybe he will no longer have hope when he holds the wine jug all day long, or maybe the casinos, green buildings and taverns in the city, large and small, will have himself every day, and he will be such a person who used to be very dignified.

Walking step by step, smiling one after another.

In this case, the same lifeless heart felt a trace of his vitality, and his heart suddenly became bright and broad, and his heart quickly formed in his chest.

The spring breeze swirled around him.

The heavenly river is full and galloping in his body.

One foot widened, one step into the sea.

With forty years of dignity and ten years of persistence, the nine-foot Tianhe frantically hit the barrier at the end, perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is a bondage.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that there is no impact.

The barrier has long been broken, and the shackles have been released.

This is the natural flow, the heavenly river connects to the sea of hearts, and roars madly and swells past.

Whether it is dignity or persistence, beauty or filth, the sea is all absorbed and accommodated.

But he didn't deny it, and he wouldn't deny himself again.

The pebbles tumble gently with the flow of the river, which is very beautiful.

From this moment on, there is no longer the number one swordsman of the Chu Kingdom who can't use the sword, but there is one more top powerhouse who abandons the sword and frees himself into the sea.

Yan Weichu stood at the entrance of the town and muttered to himself: "Entering the sea realm is a bit interesting." ”