My Sword Has a Way

Cocks crow, dogs bark, birds sing, and insects chirp.

The vegetable field in front of a thatched hut is full of greenery.

At this moment, a young man in white suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, carrying a wooden sword behind him.

The young man frowned slightly, then looked up at the vegetable field not far away, where he saw a middle-aged man of standard build, wearing a bamboo hat and holding a hoe. There was a Taoist connotation in his work, which was extremely extraordinary.

When the young man approached, he bowed slightly and said, "I have done everything you asked me to do, but I can't guarantee that I will not do anything to him in that world."

The middle-aged man was still waving his hoe and said calmly, "It's all right now. He'll be out soon."

The young man frowned and asked, "Is that world really just a formation? I feel that I have my own consciousness there."

The middle-aged man continued to repeat the action in his hands, and said calmly: "Why? Do you like that world?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I don't know. I'm very curious about what the final outcome will be for me in that world."

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped the hoe in his hand and wiped the sweat with a towel.

"What else can we do? We will eventually be dissipated into the world."

The young man frowned, looked at the middle-aged man who always had his back to him and said, "Even if he has some self-awareness, would he still be like this?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "Consciousness has no form after all. To put it bluntly, your consciousness is just an illusion in that boy's world. When he wakes up, that world will naturally disappear."

The young man nodded and said nothing more. At this time, the middle-aged man continued to swing the hoe and asked a question.

"You hate small towns?"

The young man nodded. "I hated it before, it was like I was trapped in a cage, but now I feel relieved. From the moment I was swallowed by Jiaozi, I suddenly understood a lot of things. So, now I don't hate it. After all, I have lived for decades."

The middle-aged man put down his hoe and spoke calmly, without any change in emotion.

"In fact, more than forty years ago, you had a chance to leave the town. In order to save you, I helped you make a choice and killed the East Sea official who was in contact with you. As a result, you were contaminated by the cause and effect of the town and were affected by the formation here. In fact, in my opinion, you are a good person, very much like a person from the town, which is why I was willing to save you twice."

The young man frowned even more tightly: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "Who am I? I don't know, but they all call me Lord Zhenlingguan."

The middle-aged man slowly turned around and took off his bamboo hat. The young man next to him was shocked: "It's you!"

The middle-aged man said in a scoundrelly manner: "What? Did you find the great white goose of Mr. Lin?"

The young man in white said solemnly, "I won't look for him anymore. I just didn't expect that the lazy and idle rogue in the town would be the high and mighty Town Spirit Officer. This is really beyond my expectation!"

The middle-aged man put away his ruffian look and said seriously: "Don't be nervous. If I want to kill you, you will not be able to escape even if you are a great swordsman, not to mention that you are a great swordsman in the Nascent Soul Realm."

The young man put away his guard and cupped his hands: "Master Zhenlingguan saved me twice, I guess there must be other intentions, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and showed a rogue look again: "As expected, you are very thoughtful. There are only three people in this town who know my identity, including you. I will ask you a question now, what do you think of that boy?"

The young man frowned, thought for a long time and said only four words: "Promising talent!"

The middle-aged man raised his lips and said, "Yes, you have a good vision, unlike someone who is short-sighted."

The middle-aged man paused and said seriously, "Let me ask you again, are you willing to become the seventh guardian of this town?"

The young man frowned and asked tentatively, "Do I have a choice?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "If you don't want to, then you can only stay here forever."

The young man thought for a moment and then replied: "I am willing to join you, but I have one condition."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "You are not qualified to make conditions, but I can listen to your nagging."

The young man frowned, but still spoke calmly: "Who are you? You can't ask me to join an organization I don't know, right?"

The middle-aged man said disdainfully: "You just joined the town. Haven't you guessed who we are?"

After hearing this, the young man smiled faintly, nodded and said, "Okay, I will join the town. I hope the town spirit officer will give me more support in the future."

The middle-aged man made a finger print, and a stream of light instantly penetrated into the young man's body.

"Okay, you can go back now. Don't tell anyone about me!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he waved his hand without waiting for the young man to reply. In just a moment, the young man disappeared.

The middle-aged man put away his hoe, looked somewhere, and raised his mouth: "Have we started to go up the mountain?"

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Let’s talk about the middle-aged swordsman who walked out of the town and was now climbing the mountain step by step.

Since this person left the town, subtle changes have occurred with every step.

The most obvious thing was that resolute face, which gradually lost its bronze color.

The middle-aged swordsman came to the familiar rope bridge, looked at the sea of ​​fog in the distance, and whispered: "Go."

A black sword instantly sank into the fog, and only a moment later, the black sword returned to the sheath. Only at this time did the man dare to step onto the rope bridge.

After the middle-aged man stepped onto the cable bridge, he walked quickly into the fog without hesitation.

The cable bridge was not long, and after only half a minute, a young man walked out of it. If any mortal saw this, he would surely exclaim in amazement that it was the magical power of an immortal.

What kind of magic trick in the world can allow a middle-aged man to walk across a rope bridge and return to his youth? Only supernatural powers can do that.

The young man touched his face with his hand, looked at his slightly loose robe, and smiled slightly.

"Jianya, here I come!"

After that, he continued to head towards the cliff top in his memory.

When I arrived at the top of the cliff in my memory, I found that it was not the Sword Cliff, but a steep peak, and I couldn't help but frown.

After a careful check, he still had no clue. At this moment, the young man suddenly remembered Lin Qingyun's words, "The scenery on the mountain is so beautiful that you have to close your eyes to see the world."

So the young man closed his eyes and focused his mind. After a moment of dizziness, he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing.

The young man gently opened his eyes, the sky and the earth were bright, and the spring breeze was endless.

"You finally woke up!"

At this moment, a voice was heard, which made the young man, who had just come to his senses, immediately alert. He turned around and looked behind him, only to see a thatched cottage there, with mist and clouds around, and grass growing and birds flying.

Sitting on the stone mill in front of the hut was a middle-aged man with a thin face and a standard body shape. He was looking at the young man with a smirk.

The boy frowned and asked, "Who are you?"