"The sword can be without a blade, and the hero can be boneless?"

Hundreds of years ago, a sword qi fell from the sky, drawing hundreds of miles of sword marks on the land of the Central Plains, and since then there has been a big river in the Central Plains, called Jianchuan.

Soon after, the three major kingdoms of Western Qin, Eastern Qi and Southern Chu joined forces to establish a large cross-river city at the junction of the three kingdoms in the middle reaches of the Jianchuan River, which was also named Jianchuan City. Since then, the legend of chivalry and the myth of the sword have been endless.

According to legend, these two sentences were left by the sword immortal who drew the Jianchuan River with a sword. This sword immortal is also regarded as an ancestor by all the sword casters in Jianchuan City. For hundreds of years, it has inspired many heroes and heroes, who came out with swords when they were hot-blooded teenagers, and their ambitions are still there at the end of their twilight years.

To this day, none of the countless swordsmiths in Jianchuan City dare to forget - the swordsmith can not forge the sword blade, but he must not be without chivalrous bones!

If you don't have a chivalrous backbone, you are not qualified to forge a sword.

In Jianchuan, the sword is everything, casting the sword is chivalrous, and the chivalrous bone is the sword bone!

Even Yan Li, who was beaten to a blur of flesh and blood and was on the verge of death, moved when he heard this, and tried his best to open his eyes a little gap.

Han Wang, who was pointed at the tip of his nose by the sword, was really startled.

Although this Fifth Lady Han is a real nobleman, she is not the kind of outstanding martial arts lady and official eunuch lady, but she just has enough bloodline status to marry.

Before she got married, she was busy grooming, dressing up, and chasing young heroes, and after getting married, she was busy taming her husband, collecting money, and giving birth to sons. If you want to say that she is sprinkling, cheating, pretending to be pitiful, and taking advantage, she is good at everything, but she doesn't understand a word of ancestral training or chivalry.

She will only act according to the rules of famous families - ask about the origin and fight for the backer.

Mrs. Han Wu was a little nervous in front of the sword blade, and after involuntarily taking two steps back, she asked in a loud voice, "Who are you?"

Even though the Black Iron Tower raised his eyebrows upside down and was furious, he still replied according to the rules of the rivers and lakes: "A certain family does not change its name, it does not change its surname, and it is a big master of wind and fire, and Duan Heihu is also." Wu Na mother-in-law, you actually insulted me and other swordsmith ancestors, now kowtow and admit your mistake, otherwise, the sword in the hand of a certain family can not be divided into men and women!"

As soon as the Han Wang clan heard the wind and fire, he knew that the other party's net worth was incomparable to the Han family, and he immediately became angry again, "You didn't say your identity before, how does Mrs. Ben know who your ancestor is? Our Han family is doing business here, what are you outsiders interfering in? Immediately give Mrs. Ben - get out!"

Duan Heihu jumped like thunder and shouted: "It's not enough to kill people, you and others whip and humiliate this young man on the street, how can a certain family sit idly by? If you don't give me an explanation, then Tieyifang Jianchuan will be removed!"

Duan Heihu, who was furious, slashed the broadsword in his hand, and the sword wind overflowed, startling Han Wang's family to take a few steps back.

However, Han Wang's family was only afraid of the sword, but he didn't pay attention to the wind and fire forging at all, and after stabilizing his body, he returned to his shrewd face:

"Yo Yo Yo, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue! What is the place of the Iron Clothes Workshop? Is it the industry of the Han family! What is the place of the Han Family? It is a martial arts family with countless masters, and the ancestors are invincible innate masters! You turtle dare to go wild in the Iron Clothes Workshop, believe it or not, the masters of the Han family will step on you in an hour?"

Before Duan Heihu could reply, he heard the voice of an old man outside the arena shouting: "No matter how great the Han family is, the ancestral training of the sword master cannot be blasphemed!

Immediately afterwards, another clear male voice also shouted: "That's right! The so-called 'Jianchuan Heroic Bone Casting for a Hundred Years', why are my Jianchuan casters afraid of threats?

As soon as the words fell, I saw a white-haired old man in coarse cloth clothes, and a young man in a green shirt walked into the room, which was Ding Can, the big boss of the Hardware Hall, and Qi Deng, the big boss of Gu Yueju.

When Han Wangshi saw this scene, no matter how stupid he was, he understood that he had stabbed the hornet's nest, but he was afraid that it would be difficult to be good. She rolled her eyes slightly, and immediately took out her best ability to play tricks - she sat down on the ground and began to cry and grab the ground: "God, open your eyes, three big men, bully me into a woman's family...... Woowoooo......oo

Before she could finish crying, she heard another pleasant female voice outside the crowd: "You shrew, insult my ancestor, you must not let you pass by vaguely." Since you call yourself a woman, then you and I, who are also women, Ning Rou, the great master of Su Feng Zhai, will fight to the death of the heroes of Jianchuan!"

Before Ning Rouren arrived, he threw a flying knife first, and his resolute intention was really not to let the women shave their eyebrows.

Hardware Hall, Gu Yueju, and Su Feng Zhai are the three largest of the Jianchuan swordsmiths, who can speak on behalf of the three religions, and also represent the axiom chivalry of Jianchuan City!

These three names are the chivalrous bones cast in Jianchuan City for a hundred years.

Yan Li's last bit of consciousness stayed at the shining knife light in front of him, cutting off the bun on the top of Han Wang's head. This shrew suddenly wore her hair out, and she was even more frightened and embarrassed, how could she still have half of the nobility and majesty of Mrs. Han Wu?

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In the confusion, Yan Li had a long, long dream.

In my dreams, there are countless high-rise buildings, made of reinforced concrete, shining in the sun, countless steel boxes, flying away from the sky, omnipotent, and the ubiquitous Internet, transmitting massive amounts of information all the time.

It was a world of extreme material abundance and extreme spiritual scarcity. The people have no faith, no sustenance, and even degenerate to the point of no morality. Fraud and betrayal are everywhere, and conspiracies are rampant.

None of this is shocking.

What shocked Yan Li the most was the long life experience.

In that life, he was a monk in the era of the end of the Dharma.

There is no inheritance, no Taoism, no magic, he is completely an ordinary person, only relying on a few words in the classics, absurd stories in myths and legends, in the world full of reinforced concrete, airplanes and automobiles, and computer networks, silently contemplating and moving forward blankly.

When he was young, he was lonely, when he was young, he studied hard, when he was young, when he was young, when he was middle-aged, when he was rich...... For a hundred years, three ups and downs through wind and waves, and finally turned into a handful of fly ash and returned to the earth, so that he seemed to understand something, and it seemed that he never understood anything.

But he always believed that there was a way in the world.

All the experiences in his life were enlightenment, practice, and preaching.

It's just that the avenue in his heart is not in the deep mountains and old forests, but in the streets and alleys, with three thousand red dust.

In the next moment, he suddenly remembered that he was actually called Yan Li, but he was just the most humble little person in Jianchuan City, the illegitimate son of an illegitimate child, who had been wantonly abused and wronged for more than ten years. The mother died with hatred, and knowing his father's identity, not only did not bring any warmth, but ushered in an even more severe humiliation......

The two memories kept switching in Yan Li's mind, and what surged up in his heart was not confusion and confusion, but a feeling of absurdity.

It seems that a young man named Yan Li is reading a long storybook, looking at the protagonist in the book, experiencing a hundred years of joy, anger and sorrow, love and hate, parting, and empathy;

And both of them knew very well - they were both dead.

Needless to say, the cultivator in the dream had already turned into ashes and the sky was the same as dust, and Yan Li was seriously injured, and the muscles of his whole body were about to be broken, and his soul was scattered.

If both of these are dead, then who is ...... "I"?

Whether it was a cultivator who was once full of wealth, or Yan Li, who had survived a lot of strange stories about the myth of Xianxia, they could not answer this question.

Because it's eternal.

Only one sentence popped out of his mind.

"The former Zhuang Zhou dreamed of Hu Die, and Hu Die was also lifelike. I don't know what to do. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is Hu Die's and Hu Die's dream is Zhou's?

This passage is from "Zhuangzi and the Theory of Things", which is a Taoist classic in the memory of Taoists.

The gist of it is: Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly when he dreamed, fluttering, happy and comfortable, and completely forgot about Zhuang Zhou. woke up suddenly, and really became Zhuang Zhou again. Did Zhuangzi dream and become a butterfly, or did a butterfly dream become Zhuang Zhou?

How similar is this to Yan Li's experience at this time? He couldn't help but think: Maybe this is God asking me to abandon the past and find another way.

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if the palm and whipping in his dream had returned to his body.

Immediately afterward, a noisy quarrel sounded in his ears, and he only heard a familiar young man's voice mocking: "You Wind and Fire Forging were still scolding in front of my Iron Clothes Workshop yesterday, why aren't you arrogant now? After all, the sword smith will use casting techniques to speak, invite your town shop treasure out, and compete with our Iron Clothes Workshop!"

Hearing this, Yan Li felt even more incredible - it turned out that he really turned into a colorful butterfly in his dream and enjoyed a different scenery. In this case, when he woke up, he was not the humiliated young Yan Li at the beginning.

The rivers and mountains are still thousands of miles, and the clear water of Jianchuan often flows, but the Yan Li at this moment is no longer the Yan Li that it should be.

The world has never been the same.