The next morning, Li Zhiyu woke up early, wiped two cheeks casually, and a carp stiffened and jumped lightly from the bed.

Outside, the red sun is rising. A little bit of light has sprinkled every inch of brilliance. Zhao Shuli was wearing a short cloth shirt and holding a hoe in his hand and sweating like rain in the field.

Li Zhiyu ran out of the house, glanced at the master a few times, and wanted to go to help, but the master has always disliked being disturbed when doing things, and Li Zhiyu knew the master's temper, so it was not easy to go. Moreover, the hoe is heavy, even if Li Zhiyu can turn over the ground slightly, these few acres of thin fields are not something that Li Zhiyu, a young boy, can turn over.

Zhao Shuli used his arms hard and carefully hoeed the ground under his feet. But if you look closely, it's different from ordinary people. Ordinary people plough the land and hoe grass, and the breath is from prosperity to decline, and it is gradually difficult to connect. But Zhao Shuli is very different, his breath is long, and he is inherited in one go, without exhaustion. Li Zhiyu stood in place, really bored, and after a while, he ran into the distance to play.

The flowing water is murmuring, and the mirror reflects the mountains and forests. Li Zhiyu walked leisurely, just enjoying the scenery, and after a while, he only heard the sound of raccoon clothes outside the zhangyu quietly. Li Zhiyu looked for his voice and left.

The stream flows down the mountain, and it is a rapid. And because of the low-lying terrain under the mountain, every time it rains heavily, it often floods the fertile fields. Later, the local villagers could not bear to be disturbed, dug mountains and holes, built wooden bridges, and lasted several years before the water was diverted into canals, one for irrigation of farmland, and the other for the nearby people to take water and spoon.

And at the top of the brook lived a family, and her husband died young, but the woman did not leave, but lived here for a long time. During this period, although there were occasional scoundrels who came to the door to harass and tease, the woman was not angry, but just treated people in a proper manner, did things in an upright manner, and was reasonable. Later, after a long time, the nearby men not only stopped molesting the widow, but persuaded their own lady to learn more from the widow to abide by women's virtues and not cause trouble. The women around them were not allowed.

As the saying goes: There are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door. What's more, this widow is quite graceful, and her words and deeds are extremely upright. He is soft and rigid, reasonable and restrained. Every time her husband passes by, her mind is extremely uncertain, although the beauty is separated by the clouds, but she lives at the east gate, and she is even more reluctant in her heart. There was a message that this widow and Zhao Shulizhu had a secret knot, and for some reason it took a long time for the two of them to be, and Li Zhiyu naturally became a "wild seed" in the mouths of the women around him.

Li Zhiyu walked towards Widow Zhang's laundry place with a slightly red face, remembering that Widow Zhang sometimes held herself in her arms and let herself call him mother, and felt warm and confused in her heart. But Widow Zhang didn't realize it, and she still liked Li Zhiyu tightly. Every time I met Li Zhiyu, I either held a candy in my hand, or a wild peach picked from the mountain, and stuffed it into Li Zhiyu's arms one by one. Boss Li Zhiyu was embarrassed, but he really liked Widow Zhang, so he had to reluctantly shirk and accept it.

The brook was murmuring, and the woman bent down to wash her clothes, and her clothes moved with the water, and the water flowed with the wind. After a while, I saw that Widow Zhang had finished washing her clothes, and was putting the washed clothes into the basin and collecting the green silk between her foreheads. Li Zhiyu walked softly, reflected in the red light of the morning sun.

Widow Zhang chuckled softly, "What's the matter? Don't look at the old Liu Tou's daughter, the little girl is very good-looking. Widow Zhang said, turned around, and looked at the white-clothed young man on the shore. Li Zhiyu listened to Widow Zhang's ridicule, and his little face was slightly red. Originally, he had been living by the mountains and rivers with his master, and he was extremely distant from human accidents. Not to mention women, even the crowd is extremely rare, and it is not easy to enter the school, and I met a few little girls, among which I am closest to the daughter of Lao Zhangtou. This was so slightly ridiculed by Widow Zhang, the young man was ashamed and annoyed, but it was unspeakable. However, the old Liu Tou's daughter is really good-looking. Li Zhiyu thought in his heart, his expression shy.

Widow Zhang saw that the young man's face was red and white, sometimes shy, sometimes confused. The heart is miserable. The young man's mood is the most shallow, regardless of whether the mood is expressed in color. For men and women, it is even more difficult to hide. But once a person is a little older, the wind and frost are all stained, and the world is full of things, and the joy and anger are not expressed, and I really don't know whether it is bitter or happy.

In front of the farmland, Zhao Shuli finished plowing the field and put down the hoe in his hand. He looked at the sun in the sky and took off his short brown haunt. When he walked through the door, he changed into a green cloth robe. With a broken sword in his hand, he walked out of the house.

Li Zhiyu was ridiculed by Widow Zhang and bowed his head silently, but his feet kept grinding on the ground. After a while, Zhao Shuli fluttered over.

"Zhiyu," Zhao Shuli called softly. Li Zhiyu looked up and saw the master standing in the distance, as if he had seen a savior, he immediately grimaced at Widow Zhang and strode towards the master. When he got closer, he saw the master holding a broken sword in his hand. The sword is more than ten inches long, and the blade is full of cracks, without luster, just like a rough mirror, only shining on the afterimage of the Dao. Li Zhiyu looked at the master inexplicably, with doubts in his eyes. If the master talks about cultivating the land and growing vegetables, he is a good hand, but he does not dare to compliment him if he plays with knives and swords.

"Zhiyu, go somewhere with the teacher" Zhao Shuli said softly and walked away on the mountain road. Li Zhiyu heard the master's words, and followed quickly. The master and apprentice were silent all the way, and walked straight up three poles before they saw rows of low grass houses in the distance.

The grass house is built by the water, and it is located under the stream, and the stream washes over the earth, which is inevitably slightly turbid compared to the upstream. Li Zhiyu jumped to the river, picked up some stream water, and washed his face.

Zhao Shuli didn't stop, walked to a grass house in the center, and lightly slammed the door. The room was silent and motionless. Zhao Shuli's movements were still the same, and after half an hour, he sat on a big stone next to the house at will, closing his eyes and recuperating. Li Zhiyu was bored walking around, picking flowers and pulling grass.

The wind moves slightly, and time is quiet. Like a blazing sun falling lonely, the coolness comes through the body. Zhao Shuli didn't say a word, and sat quietly to recuperate. Li Zhiyu looked at the flocks of lonely geese in the distance, uncertain. Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the distance, and the firelight soaked half of the world, dazzling in the dark night.

In the distance, a thin black man walked scolding, holding a black sword in his hand, and there were red marks on his strong arms. The man was about thirty years old, with a sturdy build, a pair of bare arms, and a soaked sweatshirt half tied around his waist. The sweat on his body dripped down his arms, and the strands of filament between his foreheads stuck to his forehead, and he couldn't see his eyebrows from a distance.

Zhao Shuli's footsteps moved lightly, his body was like a dragonfly touching water, his body moved slightly, and the person had floated out ten feet away. Li Zhiyu saw that the master was running away, and he didn't have time to be surprised, so he ran quickly.

In the col, the thin black man dragged the hilt of the sword with one hand, and carefully rubbed the blade with the other, his dark face full of intoxication. When I looked at the sword, I saw that the blade of the long sword was as black as carbon, and there was no light under the lamp and candle, and it was as heavy as a secluded pool, except for the occasional slight humming. Zhao Shuli jumped in the air, the half-cut sword in his hand slashed out, the light skyrocketed, the sleeve robe was lightly flicked, his body was like an ape leaping, and he could hear the wind for ten miles.

The black and thin man heard the sound of the wind gradually moving, and the wisps of qi had locked on his long sword, and when he looked up, he saw someone jumping into the air. The man's heart moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. The body is slightly sideways, the feet are closed, and the long sword is directly in front of the chest, sword against sword. At this time, Zhao Shuli's half-truncated sword fell like a long rainbow. I only heard a loud noise in my ears, Zhao Shuli's long sleeves fluttered, the man's face was pale, and the two looked at each other for a long time, their expressions uncertain.

Li Zhiyu ran over sweating, and saw that the master and the black and thin man were silent, their expressions were grim, and their hearts were flustered. I only remembered that the teacher had said in the classroom: A gentleman treats others with benevolence and righteousness, and a scholar takes observance as the foundation. Not angry, not arrogant or impatient. The weapon of the good soldier is unknown, and the saint has to do it as a last resort. But now the master is indiscriminately fighting with this black and thin man, which is really insulting. Although it seems that Master may have the upper hand now, we still have to say a few more polite words.

"This gentleman, my master didn't know why he did it rashly today, I hope Mr. don't blame him. What's more, my master and apprentice came to visit, but my husband was nowhere to be found. I don't hear it, and I can't pay tribute to people. Now it seems that it was Mr. who had the precedence, and my master was rude, but the two were even. Li Zhiyu spoke softly, but his head was already lowered. He was originally a gentle character, and today he didn't say anything about his own mistakes, but blamed others for being rude first, and he didn't want to go away in his heart.

When the black and thin man heard this, he glanced at Li Zhiyu with strange eyes, and then looked at Zhao Shuli, who was not smiling in front of him, and felt funny in his heart.

Zhao Shuli pondered for a long time, looked at the half-cut sword in his hand, and then looked at the long sword in the hand of the black thin man, nodded thoughtfully and shook his head.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves ticked. A Taoist priest in a black robe carried a peachwood short sword on his back, riding a half-lame old horse, twisting his long beard in his hand, and chanting words.

"Two, I came uninvited, and I hope you will forgive me. The Taoist priest smiled and let go of the old horse's saddle. Moving lightly under his feet, his body rushed up, and the purple aura of the peach wood sword behind him was magnificent, and thousands of talismans were faintly visible.

Li Zhiyu looked at the Taoist priest with immortal wind bones for some reason, and then looked at the master and the black and thin man, and he really couldn't connect the three of them in his mind. But looking at the three people in front of him, he had to believe it.

Zhao Shuli's eyes closed slightly, but he didn't pay attention to the Taoist priest of the fairy wind bone, just closed his eyes and recuperated. The thin black man let out a long laugh, and pointed the long sword in his hand at the Taoist priest, his face full of pride. The Taoist priest turned his gaze, carefully examined the pitch-black long sword, shook his head and sighed to himself. After a long time, he said leisurely: "Between heaven and earth, all things are born and restrain each other. There is yin and yang, black and white. The immortal can become thunder, and the immortal's tears can turn into heavy rain. Now this sword was born when it was neither yin nor yang, and it was born at a moment when it was neither black nor white, and I don't know how much more killing and how much blood rain it will add. The Taoist priest twisted his beard and sighed, took out a golden talisman from his arms, tapped the cinnabar with his fingers, and wrote a line of small characters on the paper: The edict of the Heavenly Master stops here, the gods and ghosts are invasive, and the urgency is like a law.

The thin black man shook his head and smiled bitterly, reluctantly took the golden talisman from the Taoist priest's hand and pasted it on the hilt of the sword. Zhao Shuli's hand broke off the sword and flew out, just stabbing obliquely through the talisman, his expression was still the same. The Taoist priest was not angry, stroked his long beard, and closed his eyes silently.

"Brother Zhao, more than ten years ago, you broke the sword for one person, and today I Liu Chengqing spent ten years to finally become this sword, but we have a rule, the Tao is not lightly transmitted, and the weapon is not lightly given. This sword, whether it is out of the rivers and lakes or buried in the loess, depends on the old way of this half-finger. Liu Chengqing, the sword-forging man, said with a smile, and looked at the old way with half a finger playfully.

Lao Dao didn't answer, a pair of eyes just stared at Zhao Shuli with a solemn expression.

The swordsman, the weapon also. For good and evil, it all depends on the Lord's mind. This is especially true if the sword is sharp. Lao Dao said loudly: "There are five qi between heaven and earth, the upper one floats in the nine heavens, and the sage cultivates his life and can get it." The lower one falls into the secluded pool, and is uncertain, or sinks in the wilderness, or falls in the river, and the violent one gets it, conquering the world, and cholera sentient beings. Now, this sword is made in Shenshi, if the heaven and earth are turbid, I am afraid of bloody wind and blood, and the people will be restless!" Li Zhiyu heard this, and his heart only felt strangely tight, what are the five qi of heaven and earth, the five elements of yin and yang, although Mr. has said it, it is difficult to understand.

When Zhao Shuli heard this, the half of the long sword in his hand shook slightly. Two fingers stretched out, two fingers clamped the broken sword, gently forced, the broken sword was broken again, and there was a soft sound of the sword.

Keep swords, but you can get swords.