My Sword Has a Way

The young man smiled when he heard the boy's question: "Yes, the town is called Xianrenfen. Xu Zhian, do you know something?"

The boy frowned even deeper, then asked softly, "Did you kill them all?"

The young man nodded and held out a palm: "So, where's the money?"

The boy said with embarrassment: "I don't have any money."

The young man got angry when he heard this and said, "No money? It seems like you want to default on your debt!"

Xu Zhian quickly explained: "I really don't want to default on my debt, I..."

The young man chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money. Go to the town and earn it yourself. Then you can pay me back when you have earned it!"

After the young man finished speaking, he walked towards the town. Xu Zhian behind him put away his smile and his face became a little solemn. The blood at the corner of his mouth still tasted fishy and sweet, and his abdomen was still accompanied by bursts of pain. It was obviously the sequelae left over from the battle he had just experienced.

The young man got up and looked at the two demon men not far away. He endured the pain in his body and walked forward to take a closer look.

The two men died in a miserable way, with their eyes wide open and a huge hole in their abdomen. Their internal organs and blood were scattered all over the ground. Xu Zhian covered his mouth and nose, turned around and walked towards the town.

Half an incense stick later, Xu Zhian entered the town. The mottled ancient road at the entrance of the town, the withered wooden fence in front of the wooden house, and even the old man doing morning exercises in front of the wooden house were exactly the same as the ones he had met before.

"Is this... is this true?"

The boy murmured quietly, and the young man beside him smiled slightly when he heard it: "What is true and false?"

Xu Zhian quickly said, "Nothing, I just felt that the town looked very familiar, as if I had been here before."

The young man did not answer, but went directly to a bun shop and shouted, "Give me two trays of buns."

Then the young man suddenly changed his mind: "Let's have one drawer!"

Then the young man looked at the slightly dazed boy next to him and said, "You still owe me fifty mountain ghost coins, so you won't get any of this bun."

Xu Zhian looked at the familiar shop and familiar faces in front of him, and felt more and more confused.

At this time, the shop owner came to the table with a tray of buns: "The buns are here, the buns you asked for."

The boss looked honest and enthusiastic, and then said, "Enjoy your meal, you can call me if it's not enough."

The young man was eating the buns with a look of enjoyment on his face. The boy looked at the villagers in the small town again. The pair of straw sandals unique to the small town told him that all this was real.

After the young man finished eating the buns and paid two mountain ghost coins, he turned to Xu Zhian and said, "Come on, I'll find you a job so that you can get rid of the suspicion of defaulting on your debt."

Xu Zhian nodded without saying anything else, and followed the young man all the way to the blacksmith shop, only to hear the young man say, "Old Sun, I brought you a clerk today, you must train him well!"

An old man with a pipe in his mouth walked out of the shop. In such cold weather, he had half of his arms bare, revealing bronze muscles that did not match his age.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, you're back? How was your trip?"

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke and teased the young man in front of him.

The young man smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't mention it. Just look at how miserable I am now and you will know whether I am okay or not. Although I am not doing well, I still care about the town. I just came back and brought you a helper."

The old man looked Xu Zhian up and down, shook his head and said, "You little guy, are you sure you are sending me a servant instead of a ancestor?"

The young man chuckled: "Don't be fooled by his skinny body, but his foundation is very good and his foundation building is also very extraordinary, so you can use him boldly, nothing will go wrong."

The young man's mouth twitched after hearing this, and he quickly asked, "How should the wages here be settled?"

The old man smiled when he heard this: "Wages? What can you do? You still want wages?"

The young man smiled faintly: "Xu Zhian, just work hard here, and you will pay back your money soon."

"Old Sun, I'll leave this kid to you!"

After the young man finished speaking, he waved to Old Sun and walked away.

"This old man..."

Before the young man could finish his words, the old man put away his pipe and said, "Young man, from now on, you must remember one sentence in this town: talk less, do more, forging iron is also a form of practice!"

The old man walked back to the shop and muttered, "It's really damn cold today."

Then he added: "Also, call me Shopkeeper Sun."

Xu Zhian frowned and said calmly, "I'm sorry, old man, I have something important to do and can't stay here any longer. Goodbye!"

After saying that, he headed towards the back mountain. After running for a long distance, the boy looked back and found that the old man did not chase him. The boy breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he didn't know how long he would have to work.

After taking a slight breath, the young man continued to walk towards the back mountain of the town. Looking at the familiar mountain road in the distance, and then at the familiar courtyard at the foot of the mountain, Xu Zhian suddenly felt like he was in a dream, but he couldn't tell which memory was the dream.

Just when the young man was full of thoughts, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell straight down.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a wooden house. Outside the house, the sound of iron hammering and the whirring of bellows could be heard incessantly.

The young man got out of bed, pushed open the wooden door, and saw an old man and two servants busying around two large iron stoves in the yard.

When the old man saw the young man, he smiled faintly and ignored him, just continuing with his work.

The young man walked out of the shop quickly, looked at the increasingly lively market on the street, looked up at the scorching red sun in the sky, and headed towards the back mountain again.

The same thing happened this time. The moment the boy stepped out of the town, the feeling of dizziness came over him again. Although he had prepared himself and bit his tongue to stimulate himself from fainting, he still failed to do as he wished and fell again on the stone road between the town and the back mountain.

The sun sets in the west, a cold air sets in, and the people in the town have already returned to their homes.

A young man in black was sitting on the threshold in front of the blacksmith shop, looking at the full moon in the sky expressionlessly. If his eyes had not blinked from time to time, others would have thought that the young man had been frozen to death.

The old man at the side puffed on his pipe and said calmly, "Young man, did you have any realizations after running around for a day? For example, the back mountain is too cold and not as warm as my shop, and then you suddenly realized that you should stay in this blacksmith shop and not run around anymore?"

The young man in black at the side turned to the old man after a long while and asked, "Can time really go back in this world?"