The fallen leaves of the sycamore dance with the wind, if the water is in the world.

It has been more than a week since the Puyuan Festival, after the bloody rain under the drunken flower building that night, the border city has returned to the surface of calm, people continue to live their own lives, and the blood stains on the bluestone road in front of the drunken flower building were cleaned bright and new on the second day.

Obviously experienced such a terrible night, but after spending the first two days of panic, people gradually turned the experience of that night into a conversation before and after dinner.

It seems that the assassination was very close and far from the lives of ordinary people.

Except for the circle of people who were standing at the innermost part of the Zuihua Building at that time, most of the Qubai residents did not see or had forgotten the severed arms flying above the heads of the crowd.

They only remembered that Ren Nanhua's cold light salute sword made it difficult for the "black monster" to move an inch, and they only remembered that the three-headed and six-armed "white monster" that the Tsing Yi student forced with one hand and could pretend to be a human exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the night sky. They still remembered that the Vermilion Bird had an arrow piercing through the clouds, and countless embroidered-eyed birds in big red cloaks rushed from Qu Bai around the roof towards the three-story pavilion.

After all, unlike the land of smoke and rain where the sunrise river flowers are red, this is the northern region. Out of Qubaimen is a dangerous wilderness full of dangers, and the northern people who have been rooted here for generations have long been accustomed to the roughness of this land.

Their Changdu County still stands above the head of the border city like an ageless green pine.

So, Qu Bai is still that Qu Bai.

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After Nian An saw the sword light and sword shadow that night, he was scared in his heart at first. He couldn't forget the helplessness of being dragged around by the crowd, and he couldn't forget his panic when the red liquid fell on Qiuqiu's forehead.

Since knowing that she only has four years to live, Nian An has begun to cherish and be more sensitive to everything around her.

The strokes of the word change seem to be engraved in my mind, and I can't get rid of it.

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Coupled with Yu Daoren's sword, a hidden sword for the boy depicts a majestic world outside, and Nian'an, who has been lonely since childhood, seems to have drowned for too long and was suddenly lifted from the water, struggling and greedy to inhale all the fresh air.

He had a vague feeling that there would be more pain waiting for him along the way, so the boy was now struggling to breathe.

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He began to practice his sword along the path given to him for the rest of his life.

She began to walk along the path of her heart.

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Qiuqiu has been silent a lot in the past few days, but every morning she insists on sending Nian An a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge with golden meat grains and one or two hot white-faced pot helmets.

The young man would take the book to Qingyang Mountain and study it over and over again every morning after dinner. After that accident, the boy still retains his ability to remember and astonishing the book.

He didn't dare to practice according to the content of the Returning to the Yuan Chapter, but he could try to memorize the content on each page.

The boy set himself a small goal - to memorize each chapter nine times.

If I can't learn, I'll memorize it, over and over again, from the whole body to sweating, from the beginning of the morning sun to the scorching sun, after memorizing the return to the yuan, back to the heart......

After guarding the heart, there is also a sword washing, and after the sword is washed, there is a broken photo......

Nian An has actually memorized the sixth chapter of Daozang to this day.

After memorizing so much content, he actually had a little delusion in the middle of practicing.

The invisible darkness in his chest seemed to have a magical power for the boy.

However, in the end, the pain of a sword breaking through his chest that day still woke up the young man, so in addition to reciting the book, Nian An no longer dared to use the method of unifying and exhaling breath to walk his divine consciousness in his body according to the content of the Dao.

An endorsement is an endorsement.

Tuna is Tuna.

The trick to normalizing the breath is to control your nasal cavity, chest, and dantian, and try to make sure that every breath is as even and similar as possible. The boy didn't know any good cultivation methods, so he was so clumsy that he reminded himself to correct every breath.

Let it be even, let it be quiet.

Eating, sleeping, and even going to the toilet remind yourself of this.

He wanted to try to merge the breath with himself.

But it's always so rigid, and there is still a disadvantage, Nian An heard Qiuqiu inadvertently say one day that he would help him get more the next day

Foods that are good for digestion.

Qiuqiu's simple view of right and wrong told her that this guy has been there for so long, maybe his spleen and stomach are not good!

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The boy finished reciting books on the dirt slope every day, and would go to practice his sword for a while as usual. He actually has two swords now, in addition to the dead wood branch known as Qingshuang, he and Qiuqiu also went to the south of the city to find a blacksmith the day before yesterday and spent five or six taels of silver to get a swarthy sword. Boys and girls have little experience, so I can only try my best to pick a one that looks quite majestic and feels quite sharp and buys it back.

Therefore, Nian An will carry a clear frost on his back and an iron sword on his back.

He will still insist on more than 700 times a day when he turns back to stab the copper coin, and when he comes out of the sword, he can probably hit a big luck and stab it into the eye of the copper coin.

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In the morning, Nian'an still had to go to the layman's building in the afternoon, Qiuqiu actually persuaded him to quit the job of pouring the trough water, but the young man always had some stubbornness.

He still longed for the day when he would be able to fill the small wooden box full of copper plates under his bed.

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When the young man carried the iron sword on his back and led the old donkey from the layman's building to the outside of the city, there would always be malicious children on the road in the past two days, intentionally or unintentionally, throwing stones to smash Nian'an.

Everyone is spreading it, this half-demon doesn't know what madness he had, and he actually begged the Qiuqiu girl next door to buy a sword for him with a lot of hard money.

Can he learn a sword? I'm afraid that the sun is coming from the west, and he will jump around.

Older teenagers sometimes deliberately walk up to the donkey cart and mumble a few words. "Poor Qiuqiu, such a good girl, now she gets up early every day and works two jobs greedily in order to buy some food for him to nourish his body. How many years can a sick man like him live? I'm afraid it's just a waste of the girl's years.

People who are older will be a little more reserved about this matter, they just sigh that Qiuqiu, this girl is sensible, and she has received Chen Nankui's grace, even if she is unwilling, she still has to stay and repay the favor.

Nian An had actually heard these words since he was a child, but since everyone heard that he was going to practice swords, that disgust poured out all at once as if he had burst the embankment.

How?

You are a helpless, inferior half-demon who still wants to learn from a big man like Nanhua Gongzi to practice swords?

I'm afraid I'm going crazy.

In short, as long as you have heard about Nian An's sword practice, most of them will make irresponsible remarks in their hearts.

Nian An was also sad at first, but later found that as long as he put all his thoughts on paying attention to his own spitting and sucking, the abuse around him was not so irritable.

It doesn't matter if these people's malice is sincere, or if they are just trying to find an outlet for their lives. The teenager really doesn't care anymore.

I can faintly see the end of my life in Andu, and it doesn't seem appropriate to care about this anymore?

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After the boy walked out of the city and got rid of these harsh noises, I don't know if it was because of the hot summer weather, the smell in the ditch became bigger and bigger in the past two days. A rotten egg-like stench could almost waft from the grove to the official road.

In view of this situation, Nian An had to pull out a cloth and dip some water around his nose, and he was careful and even helped the old donkey under him to wrap a cloth around his nose.

A hundred steps east from the woods is the Wei River beach.

In the past two days, Weishui has been flowing because of the abundant rainfall upstream. There are more and more green stones washed out of the riverbank.

After Nian'an came out of the trough and jumped into the pool to soak for a while, he would habitually follow the instructions of the Taoist to go to the Weishui River to find a large green stone and take it home or stay in the abandoned Qingyang Taoist Temple.

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At night

The young man who returned late knocked on the door of his house.

An eye-catching big red blessing character hangs in the center of the wooden door.

"Shouldn't it be hung up again during the New Year?" the boy muttered quietly.

Pushing open the door, a table of sumptuous meals is so dazzling in the night.