Hua Manlou walked away, it was six years.

Sure enough, he walked around the world, appreciating the scenery of different places, different people and things.

Dai Daojin and Hua Manlou get along very happily.

The person who is hidden in his body has great wisdom, and he knows almost everything and knows everything.

Even, this person knows how to make a perfect pair of straw sandals.

Along the way, no matter what he needs to answer, this person can always give him answers, although his views on some people or things are a little extreme and not in line with his thoughts.

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles.

Sure enough, it didn't disappoint him, the growth he had achieved in the past six years had made him almost reborn as a whole person, and his spiritual cultivation had almost improved by leaps and bounds.

Hua Manlou felt that as his soul grew, his sense of security became stronger and stronger, at least he was now opposite to that person in the sea of knowledge, and there would be no sense of oppression.

Moreover, under Dai Daojin's intention, the two became friends.

Hua Manlou is a kind-hearted person, and he will not refuse a person's kindness.

He also agreed to Dai Daojin's request from time to time that he wanted to borrow his physical body and personally comprehend the world.

Because he felt that it was a terrible thing for a lonely soul to stay in endless darkness, and this soul was also pitiful, and he didn't mind helping.

Therefore, every time he goes to a place, Dai Daojin will come out for a few days.

Hua Manlou naturally didn't have the strength to perceive what he was doing.

He didn't ask, because every time he woke up, he was basically in the same place, and nothing special was going on around him.

So, this time, it's time for Dai Daojin to come out again.

Inside the inn, in front of the bronze mirror.

Hua Manlou, who was originally handsome and mild-looking, suddenly changed, as if the light and darkness changed, the empty and godless eyes suddenly turned silvery white, the skin like jade shone with millilight, and the temperament changed suddenly.

The whole person is like an excellent jade and crystal carving, on the pitch-black bun, a strand of black hair hangs down from the ear, and a smile at the corner of the mouth makes it carry a strange beauty.

But if you meet those silver eyes, it's like facing a demon, and your heart is cold.

He changed his clothes, pure black texture, the material is excellent, soft and close-fitting, the fabric is doped with gold wire, and against the background of black, it becomes dark gold, which makes the whole person more luxurious and mysterious.

He changed his face and became a handsome young man, which was the appearance of his first college life, vigorous and energetic.

Get out of town and head north with your sword.

There is a mountain villa there - Wanmei Villa.

......

Dai Daojin has always thought that if there is only one color on a person's body, it will become very monotonous, and the whole person will be boring, because such a person, in addition to being a madman, is deliberately like this, attracting people's attention.

But the person in front of him changed his opinion, he was dressed in white, the clothes inside were also white, the shoes were also white, and even the headband was white.

The only two blacks on his body, the black scabbard, and the black silk eyes, are cold and ruthless.

White clothes are better than snow, standing proudly in the wilderness.

Dai Daojin looked very pleasing to the eye, and felt that this person should be like this.

It was not a coincidence that he came, at this time, although the weather was cold, the plum blossoms had not bloomed, and the snow had not fallen.

There are some regrets.

Dai Daojin sighed.

Simon blows snow and says, "Why are you sighing?"

Dai Daojin said: "There is no snow. ”

Simon blows snow and says, "There is no snow, but there is blood." ”

Dai Daojin smiled, "Yes, Ximen blows snow, and it blows blood, not snow." ”

Ximen Fuxue was attracted by an amazing sword aura in the back mountain of Wanmei Villa, and when he came here, he saw a man in a dark golden brocade robe, standing with a sword, as if waiting for him.

The man's eyes were silvery.

Slightly silent.

Ximen Fuxue's face was indifferent, there was a sudden flame beating in his eyes, and the horizontal sword was in front of his chest, "This sword is cast of cold iron, a sharp weapon in the world, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels." "The scabbard is pitch black, narrow and ancient.

Needless to say, neither of them asked each other any other questions.

Dai Daojin also held the long sword in his hand across his chest, "This sword is nameless, a soldier of a hundred refinements, more than three feet six inches long, and weighs six catties and eleven taels." ”

The wind in the mountains, cold and biting, rolled up the dead leaves on the ground and blew high.

"Qiang"

"Qiang"

Drawing the sword out of its sheath, the two figures, one black and one white, instantly collided together.

The sword light is brighter than any light in heaven and earth, and it is dazzling and chilling.

Peerless edge, terrifying speed.

There was no sound of the sky cracking and the earth cracking, only the rapid and crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

It rang only three times.

The figures of the two are staggered, black and white.

"Qiang ......"

Dai Daojin slowly put the long sword back into the sheath and turned to leave.

Ximen Fuxue stared at the back of the departing man, silent, and at his shoulder, a little red bloomed, like a plum blossom blooming in winter.

His blood was hot, and the flames that pulsed in his eyes were even more intense, in stark contrast to his cold, pale face.

On the way back, Dai Daojin was thoughtful and a little disappointed.

It was not that he was disappointed with Simon blowing snow, but that he was disappointed with the timing of his coming.

At this time, Ximen Blowing Snow is not the god of the sword, has not experienced the entry and birth, has not been baptized by "the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, the sword god punishes the sword fairy", and has not reached the realm of "no sword", flawless and unblemished.

He came a little early.

But that didn't stop him from appreciating Simon blowing snow.

In his long experience in the past, "Sword God", "Sword Saint", "Sword God", "Sword Saint", such titles have been heard too much, they are all rotten on the street, and they are as overflowing as radish and cabbage sold on the roadside, and he has never cared.

Dai Daojin remembered that the grass sage Zhang Xu once said: Let the princess and the bearer fight for the road, and get the meaning of penmanship;

This is the first to put "sword" and "god" together.

Dai Daojin believes that if a swordsman wants to be called a "sword god", in addition to his swordsmanship, his personality and character must also be proud of the world.

Therefore, there are many "sword immortals" and few "sword gods".

Ximen Fuxue is extremely sincere to the sword, he once said that "only sincerity and righteousness can reach the peak of swordsmanship, and those who are not sincere are not enough to talk about swords", which shows that under his indifferent appearance, there is a heart of ancient Taoism.

He believes that "justice" is the essence of kendo.

Ye Gucheng is a little more angry than him, he thinks that he is honest with the sword, and he doesn't have to be honest with others, so he will fall into the mortal dust and participate in the rebellion.

Of course, a person's strength is not determined by sincerity or dishonesty, and there are many factors.

Thinking of this, Dai Daojin couldn't help but sigh slightly.

He himself is like this, so no matter how high his swordsmanship is, he can't become a sword god, he lacks that purity.

......

In a hidden room, Dai Daojin was still the face of the first life, dressed in dark gold brocade, and drank a tea cup in a sip.

In front of him, an old man and a fat man stood quietly with their hands down, even breathing gently.

The old man was short, but clean and tough, and the fat man had white skin and a nose like an eagle's hook.

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