My Sword Has a Way

When Xu Zhian returned to Xiaolingang, it was already late at night. The young man walked slowly in the quiet corner alley, looking at the desolation and dilapidation in front of him. For the first time, he liked this place a little. Maybe it was because he was about to leave and the sight of the things reminded him of the past, or maybe it was because the old bluestone slabs had footprints that he could never erase.

The boy returned to the yard and boiled a pot of hot water. After eating some whole-grain steamed buns, he sat next to the brazier. The boy followed the old Taoist's teaching and touched the copper coin around his neck with his hand.

Suddenly, a white light appeared, and many things appeared in the boy's mind. Looking at some herbs on the shelf and large and small white porcelain bottles, the boy was dazed for a moment.

The young man took out a few taels of silver, feeling mixed emotions. This might be the last money for wine from his senior brother, and now he had given it all to him. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to afford to drink much in the future.

The young man clenched the silver coins in his hand, his face full of happiness. This was the first time that he felt loved by someone. Xu Zhian didn't know how to describe it, he just felt that this feeling was really good!

After putting away the silver coins, the boy picked up the sword manual and began to read it. The sword manual had no name, only a big word "猛" written on the inside with a brush. Even though the boy didn't know calligraphy, he could still tell that the person who wrote this word "猛" was definitely a great practitioner.

This book of swordsmanship is divided into two parts. The first half contains twelve levels of cultivation techniques, and the second half contains eighteen sword skills, two sword formations, and some sword insights.

After reading for a long time, the young man roughly understood his own cultivation level. He should be at the peak of the first level of the martial arts, and only one step away from the second level of the sword technique.

After careful polishing by an experienced practitioner and with the assistance of various medicinal herbs, Xu Zhian's sword skills have become very solid. As long as he practices sword skills step by step and does not rush into things too aggressively, the young man will not have the same floating foundation as the secular cultivators.

The candlelight flickered, and the young man suddenly felt sleepy, and fell into a deep sleep with the sword in his hand.

The boy felt as if he had arrived at that mysterious space again in a trance. He looked up and saw the boundless and shining starry sky.

The ripples under your feet are like a deep pool of water, which is terrifying and shocking.

Xu Zhian kept walking forward. He didn't know how long he had walked before he finally saw the white light again. The young man did not stop and quickened his pace to run towards the light.

This time, the young man finally walked out of the darkness, and his eyes were slightly brighter. He saw a young man in white clothes, gentle as jade, with clear eyes under his eyebrows and a slender figure. He was really fresh and handsome.

"Who are you?" Xu Zhian asked with a puzzled look.

The young man in white turned around and looked at the young man in front of him, giving people a feeling of chatting and laughing.

"My name is Lan Ruyu, and I can be considered your senior brother."

Xu Zhian frowned and asked, "My senior brother? Are you also a disciple of Jianlu?"

The young man in white smiled slightly: "It was before, but not now. But it doesn't matter anymore. I guess my senior brother has already given you the Black Dragon Luck Bead."

The young man had a lot of questions in his mind, but he didn't know how to ask them, so he could only answer: "Big Brother didn't give me the beads."

The young man in white floated towards the young man and frowned at his amazing luck, saying, "Why did you come here when the beads were not given to you?"

The young man looked alert and asked, "Who are you? And where is this place?"

The young man in white said calmly, "You don't need to be so vigilant. I said I am also a disciple of Jianlu. I will not hurt you. Did you really not get the bead?"

The young man looked at the young man in white and nodded, saying, "There are no beads, only a black sword!"

The young man in white nodded slightly as if to agree.

"Your name is Xu Zhian, right?" Lan Ruyu asked the young man.

The boy nodded and said, "Where is this place?"

Lan Ruyu said calmly: "This is the interior of the bead, but it has merged with your luck, or you could say it's inside your body."

Xu Zhian frowned: "Then how can I get out?"

The young man in white joked, "Why are you in such a hurry to go out? Can't you spend more time with me?"

Xu Zhian looked at the white-clothed figure in front of him and said calmly, "Senior Brother?"

The young man in white waved a paper fan and nodded gently, saying, "Well, Junior Brother, if you have any questions about cultivation in the future, you can come to me directly. Senior Brother has made great achievements in cultivation, regardless of other things."

Unexpectedly, Xu Zhian's next words made the young man in white feel a little embarrassed.

"Then why is senior brother in my body?" the young man asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The young man in white turned his head and said, "It's a long story, let's not talk about it anymore."

The young man looked at the guilty young man in white robe and couldn't help but ask again: "Brother, what is our master's name?"

Xu Zhian wanted to say something else, but suddenly his consciousness sank, and the world spun around. When the boy woke up again, dawn was about to break.

Xu Zhian got up and walked to the yard, picked up the black sword and began to practice the chopping style.

Only when the young man was sweating profusely did he stop and return to the house.

The young man looked at the small two-room house, which was a little dilapidated due to years of disrepair. He cleaned the house carefully, tidying up everything inside and out.

Xu Zhian looked at everything here, it seemed that everything was so precious. The boy came to the kitchen stove, carefully scraped a small bag of yellow mud from the stove with a wooden stick, and then put it in a small cloth bag that had been prepared long ago.

After doing all this, the young man carried the black sword on his back, locked the gate, and headed towards the dilapidated arch bridge.

The sky was turning pale, and the young man stood by the arch bridge and looked back. This early winter morning really didn't allow anyone to be diligent, so there were no other people in the village, and no one came to see him off.

The first rays of morning sun shine on the world, and the young man stands with a sword on his back, feeling a sense of heroism in his heart. He thinks back to the past when he was young and poor, unable to fill his stomach with a meal for the day, and unable to find food for the next day. Although he has the opportunity to do so now, he dare not forget his original aspirations, and when he returns, he will step on auspicious clouds.

The crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs in the early morning were heard, and the old bluestone road was dotted with moss and green. From then on, the young man in black carried a sword and looked into the distance, walking forward.

If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world.

If you have long hair accompanied by the breeze, you will feel free and carefree.

Yesterday's abyss, today's shallow talk.

The poor young man Lang in the past is now a Taoist monk and a swordsman.

Goodbye, Jianghu.