Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

Su Ze was meditating. Six flying swords were slowly spinning around him. The blue sword was particularly eye-catching, and the wind pattern on the hilt was subtle yet unique.

The six flying swords of different shapes and colors emitted a bright white light, and appeared ethereal under the baptism of Qi.

"Jie, what are you doing standing there? Do you expect me to lay a golden egg for you?" Su Ze said in a flat tone with his eyes closed.

Ever since Su Ze gave instruction to the two of them last time, Xia Youjie seemed to particularly like to come and disturb Su Ze when he was practicing.

But it’s not accurate to say that he was disturbing her, because he basically just stood there, not making a sound or moving. It was usually Su Ze who couldn’t hold it in anymore and spoke first - like this time.

Su Ze always felt that Xia Youjie thought that his understanding of the tricks of the technique was unique and he was sure that he could learn something from him, so he was waiting by his side as if he was expecting a treasure.

"It doesn't matter whether the egg is golden or not. I just want to get inspiration from your practice process--" Master Xia always says what he thinks.

When Su Ze was practicing, he always seemed particularly detached from the world. That state of mind was very wonderful, and even if he just stayed by the side, he would feel safe and peaceful in his heart.

"You don't care, but I do care—" Su Ze responded.

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was going to chase him away.

"It would be great if I could really lay golden eggs. I still owe Miss Mingming a lot..."

——And then he did this.

Only then did Xia Youjie think of Su Ze's "Murasame" - the long sword that Su Ze himself jokingly called "Brother Sanyimo".

"…So, how much money do you still need to clean up?"

Su Ze's face was firm: "Two hundred and thirty million."

"It sounds like the road ahead is long and arduous..."

Su Ze strongly agreed.

Then he continued, "What do you want to tell me this time?"

Xia Youjie was stunned, then smiled and said, "What are you talking about? Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"I heard that another magician died recently?" Su Ze's topic was totally unconventional.

Xia Youjie answered without hesitation: "Magicians have been dying all the time. A month ago, it was two third-level magicians, three weeks ago it was an assistant supervisor, seven days ago it was a quasi-second-level magician, the day before yesterday it was a second-level magician who was seriously injured and forced to retire, and this time it was a quasi-first-level genius who had also been in the technical college..."

"How are Nanami and Haibara?" Su Ze started a new topic.

Xia Yujie didn't understand for a moment, and paused for two seconds before saying: "Nanami is rigorous and careful, and Huibara is optimistic and motivated... They are both excellent juniors."

"Then, are you worried that they will follow suit?" Su Ze said bluntly, staring at Xia Youjie with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Not only them...but also us." Xia Youjie did not intend to hide his thoughts.

"So that's why you come to my place to relax?"

"Seeing your cultivation really does make people feel peaceful."

He admitted it.

His expression gradually turned grim. “The higher we get, the more worried we become. In this game called magician, will the end be a pile of companions piled up like a mountain—”

"Stop." Su Ze interrupted him calmly.

Geto Summer looked up.

"Don't say anything inappropriate. Some things will become true once you say them out loud--" Su Ze said seriously and solemnly.

"I thought you didn't believe these..." Xia Yujie forced a smile.

"I am a Taoist priest." Su Ze said shamelessly.

Xia Youjie stopped talking. Su Ze stopped meditating, rolled up his sleeves and sipped warm water.

The two people have different thoughts.

"So what do you want to do?" Su Ze asked suddenly.

"Find a solution to all problems." Geto Suguru answered almost instantly.

"It's just wishful thinking to solve the problem once and for all." Su Ze sighed heavily.

"I'm willing to pay any price." Xia Yujie spoke a little quickly.

"What about you?" He closed his eyes and frowned. The shallow Qi seemed to be drawn closer to him.

"It's worthless in the face of justice." Still no hesitation.

"I am willing to die of cold in my broken house"... right?

"...What about me, Wu and Nishiko?" Su Ze's teeth were chattering and his empty right hand was clenched into a fist.

"You are part of the 'great cause'..." Xia Youjie remained firm.

"Jie...you'd better be kidding--" Su Ze forced himself to suppress his anger and lowered his head so as not to look at him.

"I'm serious. I've been thinking about this for a long time..."

"F**k him!" Su Ze couldn't stand it any longer. Like a dynamite with a ignited fuse, he suddenly stood up, took three or two steps to him, and threw a punch without reservation.

Of course, reason made him withdraw the Qi in his hand at the last moment, because Geto Suguru had no intention of dodging at all.

Then, he was knocked off balance by Su Ze's full-strength punch and fell heavily to the ground, but his expression remained calm and he did not get up.

Su Ze felt furious. He had never lost his composure like this in his life.

"What bullshit is 'righteousness'! Who gave you the power to decide for us without authorization?!"

Su Ze's chest rose and fell violently, and a thick Qi ball like steam surrounded his whole body. His right hand clenched into a fist, and there was a crisp sound. His fingertips even pierced into the palm of his hand, and blood dripped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

He suddenly raised his hand and slammed towards the people around him. A strong and thick cylindrical Qi wave burst out, and a whole piece of pine tree trunks were instantly pierced through, forming a huge hollow tree, and the big tree fell heavily in the middle.

The birds in the woods fluttered into flight.

Xia Youjie sat up safely, with his arms around his knees, not looking at Su Ze, with a large red swelling on his right cheek.

Su Ze just spoke in Dayan Mandarin, and he didn't quite understand.

...but you can tell that he's swearing very badly.

Master Su, who has always been a man of self-cultivation, has failed today, and all this is the achievement of this guy who is sitting on the ground with a calm face.

Su Ze rubbed his head irritably, then simply sat down, then lay on the grass, quietly looking at the sky.

Xia Youjie said to himself: "I can only tell you what I just said. Because we are the same kind of people——"

Su Ze was sulking and ignored him.

The description was extremely accurate, and they were indeed very similar in some ways. When Su Ze fell into the illusion of the tapir, he did think about saving Tian Qing alone. From this point of view, it seemed that he had no right to beat that guy.

——But the fist just flew out uncontrollably.

"It's great to have someone to confide in." Geto Suguru said to himself.

Su Ze closed his eyes and began to bask in the sun.

"Just now, you should have guessed something before I opened my mouth." Xia Youjie hugged his knees and bent down to look at the flowers and plants between his legs.

Su Ze had guessed that he would be upset, and even thought that he would give up on himself, but he never expected him to do this.

"Sorry, Ze...but I said that just because I'm prepared to be beaten by you." Xia Youjie said to Su Ze beside him.

Still silent.

"...Please, say something, or I'll look stupid."

"You know you're going to get beaten, but you still say that. Are you a masochist?"

Master Su was sharp-tongued and turned away without looking at him.

Xia Youjie finally said: "Ze, I also hope that you can convince me in the end."

……

After returning to the dormitory, Su Ze went to find Nitro to treat the wound on his hand.

She also saw Geto Suguru with half of his face swollen.

"Did you fight?"

"No. His face hit my fist." Su Ze said.