Go home.

Every time this word is spoken, it is much more natural than those joys and sorrows of farewell and reunion, a person's life, when he is always horned, he can't leave home, and when he is a teenager, he wants to leave home in every possible way, and he has been working in the rivers and lakes for decades, but he wants to go home.

Perhaps, all the efforts of everyone are just to go home better, not to really wander the world.

Feng Jing said the most heartwarming word, and the heaviness in his heart suddenly let go.

The changes outside the Sword Division, Feng Jing knows very well that the town of the year has long ceased to exist, this Longchang Town, according to what Lao Xiucai and Fang Liang said, has long become a Vanity Fair, and Feng Jing and them are all gatekeepers in this Vanity Fair, knocking on the door outside, opening the door inside, but whether to open the door or not, there is such and such a threshold.

It seems to be a contradiction, but it is the bottom line.

Fang Liangbing's liberation was originally expected by Feng Jing, perhaps in the eyes of those mountaintop monks and ordinary people in the market, they, who had climbed to the top of the mountain to see the world, would not die at all, incarnated as King Kong, and their souls were like gods, but in the face of real life and death, they saw it very openly.

Life is the barren grass in the mountains, the flowing water and the way of heaven are all a happy knife, you and I are just grass in the mountains, cut it, and it will grow.

Feng Jing sighed, he didn't have the courage to embody a spring breeze like Fang Liang, because he had concerns.

"This sword originally had a name, right?"

Seeing that the Jinyi Taoist Li Yuhuan had been holding the sword weapon in his hand that was slowly full of aura, Feng Jing asked, this is also his doubt, the sword fetus is incomplete, but the sword embryo is completed, this is really a strange thing, casting a sword, the most taboo dog tail mink, even if it can continue to have a higher rank than the previous one, it is the same as before.

Li Yuhuan, a Jinyi Taoist, hugged the sword and said: "It turns out that it has a name, but since it was recast by you, you still have to take this name." ”

Hearing this, Feng Jing turned around and walked into the sword weapon office, and walked out again after a while, with two more whetstones in his hand that had been worn out by an unknown number of sword weapons, and took the sword weapon handed over by the brocade-clothed Taoist Li Yuhuan, and slowly pulled it out.

The cold light is gentle, and the sword aura is lingering, but in this gentle lingering like a spring breeze, there is calmness and unhurriedness.

The whetstone consumes the tenderness on the sword, the gentleness is like lead, which is worn away by the whetstone, revealing that it is no longer the reassuring breath, but the sharpness that goes straight to the heart, against the heart lake, calm and cold.

Li Yuhuan, a brocade-clothed Taoist, looked at the two whetstones in Feng Jing's hands, and said: "The masonry of this worship platform is really the best for the sword, and you are really willing to do it!"

Listening to the exclamation of the brocade-clothed Taoist Li Yuhuan, Feng Jing said: "The original name of this sword. ”

The tone was categorical, as if it were an order, and the brocade-clothed Taoist Li Yuhuan struggled between his eyebrows for a long time, but he still couldn't hide it, so he had to speak: "Thinking is innocent." ”

Feng Jing's eyes were condensed, he should have thought that now in the world of Senluo, the only one who can become a sword fetus and become a sword embryo first is the "Si Wuxie" sword in his hand.

"You shouldn't have asked me to name it, even though the sword fetus has been reforged, the essence of it is still its origin, and I should go. ”

After that, Feng Jing exhausted the last piece of Baijiangtai masonry and returned the sword to the sheath, this sword is still the best he has ever cast.

The sword qi suddenly rose, Feng Jing's figure disappeared with this sword qi, the two continents had already merged, even if it was far away, it couldn't compare to the ocean, and now, it was just a matter of the sword qi stopping.

Li Yuhuan got up silently, Feng Jing avoided the topic of Fang Liang, but he couldn't avoid it, until now, if he still couldn't see the ownership of this "Si Wuxie" sword, he was afraid that he was not as good as the little Taoist priest sweeping the floor in the city view on the twelfth floor.

There is no love for no reason, and naturally there is no hatred for no reason, the old Niubi master who can clearly remember the debts owed by others hundreds of years ago, and is not afraid of losing face and sending monks from the Five Realms to collect debts, how can it be so easy for people to repay the debt from his pocket, I am afraid that it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

"Alas, how to get out of it, a lot of personal debts, gambling debts!"

Jinyi Taoist Li Yuhuan looked at the "Si Wuxie" sword in his hand with a bitter face, it turned out that Lao Niubi and his own senior brother with facial paralysis were unwilling to let him come out, and there was indeed a reason.

Loser!

It's just that the debt of love can be owed, but it is just a matter of greeting, the monk on the top of the mountain, the debt of love is the most, but the gambling debt must be repaid anyway, the debt of June, it comes quickly, even if it is solved by the two soldiers, but this debt cannot be owed.

He, Li Yuhuan, didn't want to give a sword to that Fang Liang's junior brother who was as cold as Wannian Xuanbing.

Li Yuhuan was sad in his heart, but outside his heart was full of vitality.

Debt-free and light, debt-free and difficult to be at peace.

My senior brother with facial paralysis said it really well, he was not only a loser, but also stupid, and he didn't learn the means of not paying off his debts, but he couldn't make ends meet.

One person is gone. One man arrived.

The streets and alleys of the Sword Division are still empty, and the five hundred heavily armored sergeants have long since disappeared, but none of the people in Longchang Town are willing to come back.

And the sword department has no principal, and it is also deserted.

Those who come now will naturally not be the children of those three surnames and ten families.

Someone came, but Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, knew him, with a goose-yellow skirt, a small tailoring knife hanging from his waist, and his eyebrows were cold, but he had a pair of peach blossom eyes, which was endearing.

Li Yuhuan's heart tightened, and he hugged the "Si Wuxie" sword in his arms, those who came were not good, and those who were good did not come, this was the last straw for him to repay his debts: "What are you going to do?"

opened his mouth, but he trembled slightly.

Who doesn't know about sword cultivation, it is a famous difficult ghost on the top of the mountain, not only is it difficult to fight, but there will be no less people who kill people and sell goods, but you can't say that the flying sword is against the heart, and you have to nod if you don't nod.

The person who came was Su Yousheng, looking at Li Yuhuan, a brocade-clothed Taoist priest who was like an old hen protecting her cubs, and said, "Come and get the sword." ”

Sure enough, Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, held on and said, "You can't grab this sword!"

The words were tough, but this tone was pleading, if the monk on the top of the mountain saw it, he was afraid that he would say that Li Yuhuan had no backbone.

It's just that the sword cultivator who has been wandering in Yingzhou Shanhaiguan all the year round said that he wanted your sword and didn't give it, do you have the courage?

Su Yousheng said: "Why? I don't rob it, I just come to get it." ”

Jinyi Taoist Li Yuhuan was struck by lightning, how could he give this aunt an idea!

Just when Li Yuhuan was remorseful, Su Yousheng said: "Rob, it's not bad." ”

The tone is extremely serious, not fake.

Li Yuhuan's face fell, and he said faintly with tears: "Sister, you can't do this, I really can't give you this sword!"

Su Yousheng looked at the sword in Li Yuhuan's hand lightly: "Yes, I like it very much." ”

Sister, if you like, you can go to other places to take a look, don't say buy, even if you rob it, I will give you the black pot, but this sword really can't be given.

Of course, Li Yuhuan can only say this in his heart, if he speaks, he will have to take a sword if he can't keep it.

Suddenly, Li Yuhuan was in a trance in front of him, and when he looked at it again, the "Si Wuxie" in his hand ran into Su Yousheng's hands.

Drawing the sword out of the sheath, the sword aura was sudden.

The corners of Su Yousheng's mouth rose, like a little fox who had stolen a chicken, and returned the sword to the sheath, since he got what he wanted, there was no need to stay any longer.

Just as he was about to turn around, Li Yuhuan, a Taoist priest in brocade, shouted: "Sister, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he interrupted Su Yousheng with a smile: "What, what's the matter?"

Li Yuhuan swallowed his saliva, looked at Su Yousheng's smile that was enough to melt the ice, and couldn't help but shudder, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, sister, you are very worthy of this sword!"

"Oh, that's good. ”

After saying that, Su Yousheng turned around and walked towards the outside of the alley of the Sword Division, Li Yuhuan wanted to cry without tears.

............

The mountains and rivers are full of luck, the inexplicable river and the Tsing Yi River are in the confluence, the water transport is more quintessential than before, and the Baitou Mountain and the Meifeng Mountain are far away, the mountains that have been broken for a hundred years have also been connected, the mountain roots and water veins are the foundation of the world, and it is also the foundation of the aura of the monk mountain.

The old man with golden eyebrows, Zhao Wei, sighed, Wang Yuanbao looked at the seal in his hand in a daze, this accident, no change on the peach blossom mountain, for Wang Yuanbao, it was like a bolt from the blue.

The old monk Gu Liangzen is like a master and a father in Wang Yuanbao, and Fang Liangyu is more like a gentleman who teaches the truth of life, these two are in Wang Yuanbao's heart, the former gave Wang Yuanbao thoughts in the future, and the latter is to let Wang Yuanbao find the knowledge and state of mind that he has to stand in the world in the future.

Now, they have fallen one after another.

Wang Yuanbao is no longer the little monk who is not deeply involved in the world, the joys and sorrows of the world, he used to be a cold bystander in the market, and there were stars in Fang Liang's conscience.

The lamp in front of you and the moon in your heart are all your own joys and sorrows.

When a person encounters something that is enough to rejoice and sorrow, it is nothing more than two: the joyful one raises his eyebrows and laughs happily, and the sorrowful one has a sad face and weeps abruptly.

Do these work? They may make one's heart feel better, but these things do not help, and those who rejoice, after laughing, are at a loss and continue to be mediocre, and those who are sorrowful, after weeping, still cannot find what they want.

But in the world, this is exactly the case.

It is this emotion that the monk at the top of the mountain slashed.

After being at a loss, after joys and sorrows, what should be done is to control his state of mind, Wang Yuanbao held the warmth in his hand tightly, raised his head, between his eyebrows, there was no dazed emptiness in the past, there was no sadness, there was just perseverance.

The boy has become what he wants, which is the best reward given to him by the years, Wang Yuanbao grew up at this moment.

The golden-eyed old man Zhao Wei nodded at the cold young man who looked like a swordsman who had fallen not far away, and then walked towards Baitou Mountain with his hands behind his back, paving the martial arts path of the Three Realms, and the rest was all up to himself.

The master led the way into the door, and the practice was in the individual.

Wang Yuanbao watched the old man with golden eyebrows Zhao Wei slowly walk away, without speaking, at this time, he shouldn't speak, he can't speak, he is lonely, and he always shows people at the moment of turning around.

Zhao Wei is like this, and everyone in the world is like this.

The cold young man with the appearance of a swordsman just walked towards Wang Yuanbao, but in the blink of an eye, he had already come to Wang Yuanbao.

The Fox Hider sensed the danger, and the Little Dragon Palace above the Heart Lake suddenly trembled, this is the fear that only the Sword Immortal can bring to the True Dragon Blood Clan.

However, this terrifying swordsman-like cold young man did not pay attention to the pure bloodline of the true dragon blood, and instead looked at Wang Yuanbao who was staring at him fixedly.

Perhaps it was because of the seal in his hand, Wang Yuanbao was not afraid of the cold young man who looked like a swordsman who retreated from the three saints with his own strength, but he looked down on life and death, what could he be afraid of?

After staring at each other for a long time, the atmosphere was quite dull.

The Hider couldn't stop beating the drum in his heart, even though it seemed that this cold young man who looked like a swordsman was just in league with Fang Liang, who suppressed him but fought against him, but now he was not sure.

Looking at Wang Yuanbao, who was staring at him, he only prayed that he would be fine.

"I can't be called, but I'm dead, I'm a swordsman. ”

The cold young man who looked like a swordsman spoke first, breaking the embarrassing dullness.

"My name is Wang Yuanbao. ”

are still looking at each other, but the original tension is between these two sentences, and they disappear.

"Do you want to learn a sword?"

"What do you do when you learn a sword?"

"Wander the rivers and lakes and learn the truth of the world in its middle school. ”

"That's good. ”

The dialogue is so concise and so simple, once two simple people come together, everything is covered up, it is all false.

"I taught you how to learn swords, you don't have to care, that's not what I originally meant. ”

The cold young man who looked like a swordsman said lightly.

This is what he originally thought, and he said it so bluntly, the two bridges of immortality and fate are broken, and sword cultivation must practice qi in order to cultivate the flying sword, which is an inescapable reality.

Wang Yuanbao raised the warmth in his hand and said, "Is it because of him?"

"Hmm. ”

The grim young man who looked like a swordsman just nodded.

"Then let's get started. ”

"Good. ”

Some things are just as simple as that, the Fox Collector has already been stunned, I originally thought that there would be something to do, but now it is over so easily, and a sword immortal, a sword immortal who has retreated from the three saints, wants to teach Wang Yuanbao, a stupid boy, the method of sword cultivation.

It's unbelievable.

Still, it did happen.

............

Two middle-aged people came out of the shadows of the streets, one with a resolute eyebrow like iron, and the other as fluttering as jade, which were two extremes.

The middle-aged man who was as beautiful as jade spoke: "The sword raising has been lent out, you are really willing to pay the capital, Fang Liang is just enough, a young man with the same fate and the two bridges of immortality are broken, can he become a climate? Even if it comes out of the dragon breeding land, Lizhu has also entered the heart lake, but you are not a loss if you give favors and opportunities like this?"

The middle-aged man with his eyebrows as resolute as iron said: "So what's the matter, no one knows how far this variable can go, and if it is not enough, it will meet in the future. ”

The middle-aged man who danced like jade said: "Also, this current situation is like the turbulent times of the Spring and Autumn Period, so we can't believe it." ”

"Martial arts and sword cultivation, both of them are prepared for luck, and they are really interesting. ”

"Yes, the way of heaven collapsed, this is the time when dragons and snakes come out again, a hundred snakes and a dragon, who is a dragon, who is a snake, you and I can wait and see. ”