"If you don't dislike it, you can go to the cold house to recuperate for two days before you leave. An old voice came from behind Ma Ming.

Ma Ming's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see a tall thin old man with bright eyes standing quietly three feet behind him. At such a distance, he didn't even notice it, but it was conceivable that the martial arts cultivation of this thin and tall old man was far beyond what he could imagine.

The seventeen elite dead soldiers had already returned to Ma Ming's side, standing tall and firm.

Ma Ming calmed down for a moment and asked casually, "I don't know where the old gentleman's house is?"

The tall and thin old man said lightly: "It's at the foot of the mountain in front." ”

Ma Ming clenched his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Since the old gentleman invited, then it is better for me to be respectful." ”

The tall and thin old man bowed his head slightly, and said casually: "The effort of raising your hands is not enough to worry about your teeth." As he spoke, he was already walking forward.

Ma Ming reluctantly stood up, supported each other with the seventeen elite dead soldiers, and followed behind the tall and thin old man.

After a short time, the group followed the tall and thin old man to a wooden house at the foot of the mountain. There were many kinds of herbs drying in the courtyard, and it was clear that the tall and thin man was a man who was proficient in pharmacology.

The tall and thin old man walked straight into the wooden house, and after a while, he walked out with three small purple porcelain bottles and four white porcelain bottles, handed them to Ma Ming casually, and said: "Take the pill internally, apply the powder externally, and it should be fine after three days." ”

Ma Ming hurriedly bowed his hand, just about to thank him.

The tall and thin old man chuckled lightly and said casually: "It's important to heal, it's not too late to say something tomorrow." ”

Ma Ming nodded slightly, then opened the porcelain vase and treated the wounds with the seventeen elite dead soldiers.

In the evening, the three elite dead men prepared their own meals and invited the tall and thin old men to enjoy them together, which was a great pleasure.

The night was pitch black and silent.

Ma Ming lay on the bamboo mat, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He had a gut feeling that something very important was about to happen, but he couldn't say anything about it. It wasn't until the second half of the night that he barely slept.

Two days passed in a hurry, plain and simple.

Ma Ming's heart is quietly accepting the baptism of nature, and gradually becoming clear and quiet.

The sun is setting in the west, and the afterglow is shining, brilliant and beautiful.

The tall and thin old man held a long sword in his hand and slowly walked in front of Ma Ming.

Ma Ming hurriedly stood up and was about to salute.

The tall and thin old man said softly, "No need to be polite, come with me." As he spoke, he was already walking into the wilderness.

Ma Ming nodded slightly and followed.

A gentle breeze blows, and the weeds are slightly undulating, gentle and gentle.

The tall and thin old man handed the long sword to Ma Ming, and said softly: "Sit cross-legged, put the long sword on your knees, stroke the sword body with your hands, concentrate and calm down, and feel it with your heart!"

Ma Ming's expression was respectful, his body leaned slightly, he took the long sword with both hands, and then did as he said.

The tall and thin old man smiled happily and whispered a story.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, after the defeat of Goujian, the king of Yue, endured humiliation and burden, and finally defeated the state of Wu.

One afternoon, King Goujian woke up from a sweet dream and was in a very comfortable mood. After drinking a pot of good Longjing new tea, he sent his men to find someone with great interest. This person is Xue Zhu, he is a native of Qin, he is traveling in Yue at this time, although he is young, he has already moved the world, and is known as "the world's first sword master".

After a while, Xue Zhu came to the wide terrace outside.

Yue Wang Goujian loves swords, this terrace is as high as several zhang, magnificent, specially used to see the sword and appreciate the sword.

King Yue Gou Jian glanced at Xue Zhu beside him, thinking that although this person was young, he had read countless swords, and ordinary swords would definitely be difficult to enter his eyes. So, as soon as Goujian, the king of Yue, opened his mouth, he ordered someone to take the two swords that he was quite proud of-Hao Cao and Juque.

Unexpectedly, Xue Zhu just looked at it casually, and said casually: "These two swords have shortcomings, Hao Cao Guanghua is faint, and Juque is thicker in texture, although it is a sword, it is not of the highest grade." He yawned lazily in the warm sunshine.

Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was quite surprised, and felt that Xue Zhu was too rude and made him very shameless.

It's just that how could Gou Jian, the king of Yue, understand Xue Candle's good intentions? If he wasn't so rude, how could he see that unparalleled ancient divine soldier?

Yue Wang Goujian really hit the plan.

It didn't take long for the squire to lead hundreds of ironclad warriors to escort a sword to the stage.

Xue Zhu pretended to be amused, and asked casually: "The king is so excited, what kind of sword did he bring?"

Yue Wang Goujian was unhappy in his heart, and said angrily: "Chunjun." ”

only heard a "bang", Xue Zhu fell from his seat on his back, the golden hairpin with his hair tied fell to the ground, his long hair fell down, and his expression was instantly sluggish. It was a long time before he suddenly woke up, and on tiptoe he swept down the steps in a few leaps, came to the sword, bowed deeply, and then arranged his clothes with a solemn expression, and then took the sword from the hand of the attendant. He carefully knocked and slid a few times before slowly drawing the sword from its sheath. I saw a ball of brilliance blooming out, like a hibiscus out of the water, graceful and clear, the carving on the hilt of the sword was like a star, flashing with deep light, the sword body was integrated like clear water overflowing the pond calmly and soothingly, and the sword blade was like a cliff with a thousand feet of wall, lofty and majestic......

After a long time, Xue Candle asked in a trembling voice, "Is this Chunjun?"

King Gou Jian nodded slightly, with a smug look on his face, and asked casually: "Someone wants to exchange this sword with a thousand horses, three rich towns and two big cities, what do you think?"

Xue Candle hurriedly said, "You can't change it!"

Yue Wang Goujian deliberately frowned and asked, "Why can't you change it?"

Xue Zhu looked excited and said loudly: "Because this sword is the only work forged by heaven and man. In order to cast this sword, the thousand-year-old Chi Jin Mountain broke out of the tin, and the water of the Ruoye River dried up and came out of the copper for thousands of years. When the sword was cast, Lei Gong struck the iron, Yu Niang was drenched in water, Jiaolong held the furnace, and the Emperor of Heaven loaded charcoal. The sword-casting master Ou Yezi inherited the order of the sky, worked hard, and worked with the gods to forge and polish this sword for ten years. After the sword is completed, the gods return to the sky, the Chijin Mountain is closed as before, if the waves of the Yejiang River rise again, Ou Yezi also dies of exhaustion, this sword has become a swan song, how can the horse city be enough?"

Answering like this, King Goujian of Yue was very satisfied, and laughed loudly: "It is reasonable, since it is a priceless treasure, I will treasure it forever." ”

After the story was told, the tall and thin old man just stared at Ma Ming quietly.

Ma Ming's expression was calm, his eyes were as clear as water, and he muttered to himself: "Xue Zhu is the number one sword master in the world, although he knows swords, he doesn't use swords. Gou Jiangui, the king of Yue, is a generation of overlords, although he uses swords, he does not understand swords. Chun Jun is a noble and peerless sword, how it longs for someone to let its light bloom in the world with the most perfect posture, and accept the most noble admiration under the eyes of all people. Suddenly, his expression became confident and proud, and before he knew it, his right hand was already tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and the long sword was instantly unsheathed, pointing at the sky, and suddenly a noble aura spread out like ripples.

The tall and thin old man bowed his head slightly, and asked softly, "At this moment, what do you think?"

Ma Ming said casually: "I can feel the loneliness of this long sword, it does not want to be treasured, as a sword, it should be unsheathed and show its strengths." ”

The tall and thin man asked again, "How do you feel in your heart?"

"Noble and unparalleled!" Ma Ming blurted out without hesitation.

The tall and thin old man breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Remember these four words and feel them with your heart." Before the words fell, the man had disappeared.

Ma Ming slowly stood up, looking at the vast wilderness, thoughtful.