Chapter Forty-Three: I'm Going to Die Without a Story
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Fang Ziyun was dressed in green clothes, holding a fine iron long sword and slashing towards the sword test stone, making a crisp exchange sound.
The two little fox demons are holding wooden swords, and you and I are making a gesture, which looks like a good one.
On the stone table of the green bamboo forest, there are stacks of food, and if you look closely, they are all tofu dishes. And Chu Tianze was sitting on the side eating vegetables, and there was a small bronze stove on the fire beside him, and the small stove was steaming hot, tea
The incense overflows and makes a gurgling sound.
Chu Tianze tasted a bite of food from time to time, took a sip of tea, and looked indifferent and very comfortable.
Fang Ziyun went down the mountain early in the morning to buy ingredients and personally made these dishes for Chu Tianze. Fang Ziyun has made great progress in recent days, she has a unique understanding of Ming Sword Technique, and she is in Chu Tianze from time to time
Click, the progress is gratifying.
And she didn't fall behind in the daily medicinal bath, Fang Ziyun faintly showed signs of breaking through to the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm.
Chu Tianze squinted his eyes and enjoyed this comfortable life, and his mood was very relaxed.
It's nice to have someone cook for him.
Chu Tianze was enjoying himself here, but Fang Ziyun was a little depressed.
"Why hasn't Senior Brother gone out yet?" she muttered to herself as she swung her sword.
Chu Tianze has not left the green bamboo forest in the past few days, and Fang Ziyun's idea of continuing to peek at Senior Brother Chu Tianze's secret has failed.
That Qingfeng long sword hid a mysterious person, who was able to tell Fang Ziyun about his senior brother's past. Fang Ziyun, who was extremely interested in Chu Tianze, was already itching unbearably.
"Ahhh
Chu Tianze sat there, raised his teacup and sniffed the fragrance, just in time to see Fang Ziyun's appearance of chopping hard, and nodded lightly.
"Practicing seriously, although the method is wrong, is a material that can be made. Chu Tianze secretly wondered, thinking about whether to give Fang Ziyun the next stage of training.
Whenβ
With a crisp sound, Fang Ziyun mastered the Ming Sword Technique, and used the fine iron long sword to leave a clear sword mark on the sword test stone.
"Not bad. Chu Tianze said loudly.
He put away the empty plates, folded them together, and then got up and said, "I'll go find you a sword book." β
Chu Tianze strode up and jumped high, leaving the green bamboo forest in an instant, and he didn't know where to go.
Fang Ziyun sweated like rain, wiping her forehead and panting.
"It's ...... not even to wash the dishes"
She put down her iron sword and went to the stone table, intending to clean the dishes, when her gaze suddenly froze.
The porcelain plates were as smooth as a mirror, glittering in the scorching sun, without a trace of dirt.
"Senior brother, you are really a dog, lick the dish so clean!" Fang Ziyun's voice came from the green bamboo forest.
"Alas, but senior brother doesn't seem to have the Qingfeng Sword with him, so I can ......" Fang Ziyun rolled her eyes and made up her mind.
On the other side, Chu Tianze was hunting in his clothes, and he performed light skills to leap on the winding mountain road.
Leaving Wujian Peak, Chu Tianze went to Tianjian Peak, behind Tianjian Peak, a plank road extended to a hill, and a three-story blue brick hut stood alone on the mountain.
It was the library of the Ming Sword Sect, and despite its shabby appearance, it had a lot of precious books inside, and it was terrifyingly prohibited.
If someone steals a book, the ban is immediately activated, leaving that person in the library and sealing it.
Chu Tianze's figure flickered, and he came to the library in an instant, and suddenly a sword light flashed in the oblique down, and a sharp aura rushed to his face.
Chu Tianze ran the True Yuan, making his fingers like a sword, and gently clamped the long sword that suddenly stabbed.
A figure suddenly appeared beside Chu Tianze, and slapped it towards Chu Tianze with one palm.
"Eat me!"
Chu Tianze was not in a hurry, his steps were staggered, his upper body dodged this sudden palm in a strange posture, and then the fingers holding the long sword trembled slightly, and the long sword turned and shot over.
Swish.
The other party took the long sword, the sword light converged, put away the sword and chuckled: "Senior brother is really fast." β
Chu Tianze stood firm, stood with his hands in his hands and said, "It's you who are slow." β
"Hehe, Senior Brother is so direct. β
Standing in front of Chu Tianze was a young girl in green clothes, this girl had a delicate face, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, the corners of her mouth were always smiling, and she had a circle of red silk on her head, and her ponytail hung down through the red silk until
Shoulder. The figure is slim, and the long sword adds an elegant taste.
Although the girl is not as beautiful as Fang Ziyun and Han Mingrui, she is also a pretty person, and the smile she always wears makes her a lot more beautiful, and she has a unique and touching posture.
The girl saluted slightly towards Chu Tianze.
"Senior sister Zhen Aya, I have seen Senior Brother Chu. β
Chu Tianze said softly: "Mother-in-law is not here?"
"My mother-in-law planted flowers in the backyard and didn't want people to disturb me, so I took care of the library on my mother-in-law's behalf. Zhen Aya said with a smile.
Chu Tianze nodded, the mother-in-law in their mouth was the pavilion keeper of the Library Pavilion, and her identity was unknown, but it seemed that the sect master was very respectful to her.
As for the Zhen Aya in front of him, he is the inner disciple of the Ming Sword Sect. Her strength is very strong, and her swordsmanship is mainly fast, don't look at her smiling, but her kendo pursues a one-hit defeat and shoots at a ruthless angle
Tricky, unguardable.
If Guo An is one of the best swordsmen among the inner disciples of the Ming Sword Sect, then Zhen Aya's swordsmanship is called the first, and no one dares to say the second.
Guo An's swordsmanship is insignificant in front of Zhen Aya.
Zhen Aya has been cultivating for nearly twenty years, and she keeps a low profile, working in the library all year round, so her reputation is not significant.
Chu Tianze, as a frequent visitor to the Library Pavilion, has long known Zhen Aya, Zhen Aya is much older than Chu Tianze, but Chu Tianze is the chief disciple, so Zhen Aya wants to call Chu Tianze "Senior Brother".
Of course, with Chu Tianze's kendo attainments, he is worthy of Zhen Aya's "senior brother".
Chu Tianze walked towards the library pavilion and said, "I want to borrow a few sword books." β
"As a senior brother, except for the third layer, the books on the first and second floors are borrowed at will, but the senior brother has already read all the books on the first and second floors, why do you want to borrow the sword book?" Zhen Aya was curious
Road.
Chu Tianze paused and said, "Someone needs it." β
Zhen Aya's eyes rolled, revealing a sudden look, and she covered her mouth and smiled: "Senior brother, I have heard that the woman who is very close to you is called Fang Ziyun, right?
This. β
"Senior brother, when did you become so enthusiastic about a woman? Senior brother, senior sister, I have fallen into a bottleneck, why don't you find a time to teach me personally?"
Zhen Aya secretly sent Qiu Bo, and her eyes were flattering.
"Not available. Chu Tianze resolutely refused, his steps were faster, and he had the meaning of running away, and disappeared in the corridor of the library pavilion in the blink of an eye.
Zhen Aya stood in place and covered her mouth and chuckled.
When Chu Tianze was young, Zhen Aya worked in the library pavilion, and knew that there was a genius who often came to the library to read, and called Zhen Aya "senior sister".
Later, that genius became the chief disciple of the Ming Sword Sect.
Time has passed, and the person is still the same person, but the identity between them has changed.