On the twenty-eighth day of the first month, the weather was fine.

The old blind man recovered quite quickly, and was much more energetic than yesterday, and he slept for five full hours last night, and ate three bowls of rice in the morning, and was now basking in the sun on the steps in front of the hall, and there was basically no difference from usual in appearance.

When I first arrived, there was one more person in the courtyard, it was Mr. Xue Da, who was still wearing a blue cloth robe, and there was no black cloth on his eyes. He took a bench, a whetstone, and a pot of water, and sharpened his sword in the courtyard one by one, just as a farmer sharpens his sickle.

If others see it, they will wonder why he didn't sharpen his sword at home, but came here to sharpen it.

When fighting with others, the level of martial arts is naturally the most important, but the right time and place are also the key to victory or defeat.

Today is a sunny day again, and the slight wind can't even blow the fallen leaves.

When Mr. Xue Da was sharpening his sword, he looked at the floor tiles in the courtyard from time to time. Although he is old, his eyes are not spent, his eyesight is still there, just a few glances he already knows which floor tile is solid, which floor tile is inlaid with virtual, and even the soil under the floor tile is soft and solid.

Xiao Hei was a little curious about the old man he didn't know, Xiao Hei knew that the people who came in the past two days were going to kill his grandfather, but Xiao Hei felt that the person in front of him was an ordinary farmer, and he looked a little like his neighbor's Uncle Li, and he also had some good feelings in his heart.

It has been five years since the Wushuang Divine Sword sank to the bottom of the lake, and there is really a lot of rust on the sword, and a pot of water has not been sharpened yet.

Xiao Hei scooped a scoop of water from the tank to fill Mr. Xue's kettle, and then said, "Uncle, do you want to drink water?"

"Thank you, little brother, I'm not thirsty, I don't need to drink water. Mr. Xue's face was very kind, and there was a grateful smile.

Xiao Hei felt that this uncle was more similar to Uncle Li of the neighbor's house when he laughed, and his heart was closer.

Mr. Xue Da sharpened his sword very slowly, and when he sharpened it, he had to pour a little water on it every two times, and the Wushuang Divine Sword slowly revealed its edge as the rust decreased, just like the seductive posture of a girl when she withdrew her clothes.

The sword was finally sharpened, and there were still some water stains on the sword, Mr. Xue Da drank a large sip of water from the pot and sprayed it on the sword, all the water stains on the sword were washed down by the water, and the cold light exploded, and the Peerless Divine Sword finally revealed all its edge.

The old blind man didn't move, he hasn't moved since Mr. Xue Da entered the courtyard, when the Wushuang Divine Sword showed its edge, he didn't move, the sun was warm, he seemed to have liked the warmth of the sun, although he sat alone, but he really wanted to live in this courtyard like this, basking in the sun, eating Xiaohei's dishes, listening to Xu Xiao's laughter and scolding from time to time, he actually had the idea of not wanting to take revenge on the bloody clothes building, maybe people will like this kind of life when they are old, and people will become lazy when they are old.

Mr. Xue Da walked to the old blind man's side and sat down on the steps, and the two of them did not speak.

At this time, the two of them are like ordinary old people, enjoying the sunshine, if they put on a chessboard and make a pot of tea, others will definitely think that the two have been friends for many years. How much the two of them hope that they are not heroes with strong martial arts, and they also want to "waste" every day, isn't this also a happy life.

"But Old Farmer Xue is here?" said the old blind man suddenly, with a little playful look on his face.

Mr. Xue Da said: "Mr. Xue Da of the Peerless Divine Sword." ”

"How many taels of silver did this sword king blacksmith ask you for?"

Mr. Xue said: "Knowingly asked. ”

The old blind man laughed and said: "Yes, there are only two swords in the world of Master Ou, both of which are famous in the rivers and lakes, one has become the first in the world, and the other has become unparalleled in the world." ”

Mr. Xue said: "How is the first in the world, what about the unparalleled in the world, in the end, not all of them will be old and will die." ”

"It's good to be old, it's good to die, but I'm afraid that I have to work when I'm old, and I still have thoughts when I die. The old blind man said, "Your woman has collected money again?"

Mr. Xue smiled bitterly and said, "It's worse than collecting money, she accepted a godson." ”

"Is this godson not able to accept it?"

"No, no. ”

"After accepting my godson, do you have to listen to my godson?"

Mr. Xue said: "Naturally, you have to listen to your godson's words, otherwise who will give you a pension and send you to the end." ”

The old blind man said: "Yes, although I don't have a son, I also know that when people are old, their sons are in charge, and Lao Tzu can only be obedient." ”

Although Mr. Xue Da has no deep friendship with the old blind man, he also knows from his words that he is also a hard-working Jianghu person, and he has no grievances with him, but he wants to kill him, and he inevitably feels a little guilty in his heart, and says: "Do you still have something on your mind?"

The old blind man laughed twice and said, "You know you can kill me?"

Mr. Xue said: "I already know your moves and body techniques, and I also know your biggest secret, and your chances of winning are really not big." ”

The old blind man said, "My biggest secret, what secret?"

Mr. Xue said: "You are not blind. ”

The old blind man said, "How can you think that I am not blind?"

Mr. Xue Da said: "I saw the wounds of Du Shisan and Wang Fugui, they were all pierced from the left ribs, pierced the heart, and pierced into the ribs at exactly the same part, the two of them have a huge difference in stature, the difference in height is more than a foot, and the difference in shoulder width is also two inches, even if a person with eyes has practiced for thirty years, it is impossible to be exactly the same every time." ”

"Mr. Xue Da is really a person, the older he gets, the more shrewd he becomes. The old blind man closed his eyes, rolled his eyelids, and when he opened them again, his eyeballs were still cloudy, but they had black eyes.

Mr. Xue said: "I not only see that you are not blind, I also see that you have been injured, although it is only a minor injury, but at our age, you will have back pain when you stand for an hour, and a small injury may kill you." ”

The old blind man sighed and said, "Yes, I am wounded, and I could not even hold this iron pestle in my hand yesterday." ”

Mr. Xue raised his head, glanced at the sun, and said, "It's not easy for us to see the sun every morning at our age, so why do you have to take revenge?"

The old blind man did not answer Mr. Xue's question head-on, but asked rhetorically: "You don't know what Lord Zhao is?"

"The name of Zhao Wangye's benevolence and righteousness is unknown to everyone in the world, and the deaf are afraid that they have heard it, but you don't need to do it for revenge, and the people in the court can also do it. ”

The old blind man's hand suddenly clenched the iron pestle, and his hand showed green tendons because of the exertion, and said: "Those people in the court are waste, and they can't catch a thief or robber, so it's better to count on them than to count on a dog." ”

Mr. Xue Da stood up and said, "In that case, I won't talk more, please." ”

The heroes of the world are the only ones who make the king and the ear.

Mr. Xue Da is not Cao Cao, the old blind man is not Liu Bei, if you ask them, they will never think that they are a hero, there is no world in their hearts, one pretends to be their wife, the other pretends to be their master, there is not much left in their hearts, but they can leave a place for each other, and put their "sympathy" for each other.