Song Zhong and the others returned to the courtyard, while healing, while waiting for the people from Qinglong Hall and Xuanwu Hall to come and send money.

It didn't take long for the disciples of Qinglong Hall and Xuanwu Hall to come over.

They pulled a wheelbarrow, carrying stones and bricks, to the courtyard of the Song Dynasty and began to repair the courtyard wall.

There were also some carpenters who began to remake the courtyard gates.

They worked very neatly, which made Song Zhong and the fat man very satisfied.

Unfortunately, repairs are not done in a day.

By the time they had fully repaired it, it would be three days later.

In the past three days, no disciples have come to make a battle post, and Song Zhong and the fat man took advantage of this opportunity to start recuperating from their injuries.

Especially Song Zhong, if Song Zhong wants to win the leader of the Nine Holy Sect Great Competition in the beginning of September, he must first heal his injuries before he can proceed to the next step of cultivation.

His right hand was broken, and he didn't have any painful expression on the surface, it was all because the pain had been eaten into his stomach.

However, the fracture of the right hand could not be recovered in a day or two.

He was also glad that Shan Xiongxing didn't break his arm directly, otherwise he would have become Yang.

The blood-red sword on his body had been lent to Mo Xiaoxuan for viewing.

Now, he can only practice internal strength first and slowly recuperate from the injury on his right hand.

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Time flies by like a white horse, fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

At this time, it was morning.

The morning light shines through the cracks of the jujube trees and sprinkles on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, leaving dappled light and shadow on the ground.

As the branches and leaves of the jujube tree sway, the light and shadow also dance.

Under the jujube tree, Song Zhongpan sits here.

On the stone table next to the jujube tree, the fat man sat there eating chicken legs.

The fat man paid close attention to Song Zhong's practice.

Song Zhong's practice made him feel pressured.

Song Zhong made progress too fast.

Originally, he thought that Song Zhong's right hand would be broken and he would be silent for a while.

But he didn't expect that Song Zhong practiced more ruthlessly.

In the first half of the month, Song finally practiced internal skills.

In the second half of the month, Song Zhong actually practiced swordsmanship with a branch.

Now Song finally entered a mysterious state.

The fat man didn't dare to disturb, Song Zhong might have been ready to break through to the first-class realm!

Song's lifelong momentum became more and more subtle.

Suddenly, a sharp momentum erupted, and Song Zhong's whole person turned into a sharp sword out of the sheath.

The sharp sword exuded a terrifying sword aura.

This sword qi gradually has a tendency to turn into sword intent.

Song Zhong has always remembered the words of the swordsman master who came to Si Guoya and assassinated him at that time.

"Although your sword is very powerful, you have no sword intent, only sword qi, you are going to be defeated!"

That swordsman master is a first-class realm.

Although his martial arts were only three points stronger than Fang Zongqi, who was in charge of the Mirror Division, his swordsmanship was very terrifying.

That night, Song was finally defeated by the opponent's sword.

Sword intent, sword intent.

What exactly is sword intent?

Is it sharp, the whole person is turned into a sword, and there is a sharp edge belonging to the sword in words and deeds?

Is it steady and introverted, the whole person is hidden in the scabbard, and the whole body is full of elegant and humble demeanor?

Or, like a shooting star, although life is short enough to pass away, it blooms with infinite beauty in a limited life?

Song Zhong pondered for a long time, for a long time.

He had a lot of reference answers in mind, but he couldn't get the answers of his own.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In front of me, the fat man is eating chicken legs.

He asked, "Fatty, what do you think is the meaning of life?"

The fat man scratched his head with a pensive expression.

The fat man never thought about it.

The fat man lives to such a big age, in addition to eating and sleeping, as for the martial arts realm, he is improved with fate.

Now that Song Zhong asked him this question, he was embarrassed to perfunctory Song Zhong, so he began to think about it.

Half-loud, the fat man said, "I think it should be alive." ”

"Alive?"

"Yes, many people set the meaning of their life very high, but in fact they just use this excuse to trick themselves into living. ”

Song Zhong was silent for a moment.

At this moment, he actually felt that what the fat man said was very reasonable.

"Alive, alive..."

Song Zhong muttered to himself.

Song Zhong suddenly remembered that he died suddenly of fatigue in his previous life, and died directly on his workbench.

He suddenly remembered this life again.

Although he did not die of fatigue in his life, he was in the sinister rivers and lakes of people's hearts.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

Qin Million's family, on the surface, is a good person, but in fact it is a real villain. He robbed the disaster money sent by the Holy Sect to relieve the "Qingyuan City", so he died, and the whole family died.

The Black Wind Village burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil, so they perished.

Ning Guo is in charge of the Mirror Division, which is the largest authority department of the imperial court on the surface, and is in charge of all laws, which has become the goal of many warriors.

However, there are many moths behind this scenery, and the moths are constantly eating away at the resources of the Mirror Division.

And Fang Zongqi, who was in charge of the mirror division, as a representative of the moth, died under Song Zhong's sword.

What they all have in common is that they are all trying to live and live the way they want.

It's just that their ways are not accepted and loved by the world.

The rivers and lakes are a big dye vat, constantly dyeing the cloak of selfishness for newcomers who are just getting started.

And Song Zhong, he wants to live in this big dye vat, and he doesn't want to be polluted!

Song Zhong thought about it for a long time, and he was firm in his heart.

He wants him to live in a way that is accepted by the world and loved by the world!

The fat man watched Song Zhong fall into deep thought, and then watched Song Zhong come back to his senses.

At this time, Song Zhong's eyes burst with infinite faith.

Song Zhong muttered: "People live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees are autumn." I think the meaning of my life is also to live, and I want to live my own wonderful life. I want to stand on the top of this world and look down on all things. I want everyone in the world to cheer for me!"

Suddenly, Song Zhong became different.

The fat man couldn't tell what was different in Song Zhong.

But Song finally seemed to be a different person.

Suddenly, Song Zhong stood up abruptly.

Holding a branch in his left hand, the branch shook slightly, bursting with amazing sword intent.

This sword intent shocked the fat man.

The sword intent stirred, setting off a gust of fresh wind.

The breeze blew and the leaves on the ground flew up.

Sword intent, "alive".

Song Zhong created a completely different path.

This is his own sword intent.

The sword intent is wonderful.

Suddenly, Song Zhong felt that his kendo path was more spacious.

If he used his previous sword technique again, the sword technique would definitely be more than twice as powerful as before.

The most important thing for a swordsman is sword intent.

And once a swordsman has his own sword intent, the path of the sword will become smoother.

Song finally collected his internal strength and did not fully display his swordsmanship.

The fat man was surprised and asked, "Brother, are you a first-class master?"

Song Zhong shook his head.

The fat man asked, "Then what is this momentum on your body?"

"It's sword intent. ”

"Sword intent, what is sword intent, what is your sword intent?"

"It's alive. ”

Song Zhong said: "Everyone has their own meaning of life, and each object also has its own meaning of existence. The sword has sword intent, and people have ideals. ”