Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Shen Ke, who left the inn, naturally did not expect that because of himself, the relationship between Cang Wu and the shopkeeper finally made leaps and bounds.

He flew back to his home and picked up the big iron sword in the corner of the backyard.

If he is not strong enough, even if he finds Xiao Daoluan, he can only add to the chaos.And yet... although he didn't mention it to anyone, he felt an interesting change in himself in the months after he returned home.

Although the sword energy in his body was still so pitiful, he didn't seem to need their support to make an extremely fierce sword.The hole in the wall that he covered with withered grass is the proof.He barely mobilized the life-saving sword energy in his body, and relying solely on the guidance of the iron sword, he took advantage of the rampant west wind and pierced through the inch-thick earth wall with one sword.

It seemed that there was only a trace of sword energy moving back and forth in his body. At most, his fingertips corresponded with the whistling wind for a moment, and then attracted the west wind.

This feeling is too mysterious.Not only did Xiao Daoluan never tell him about it, even the most absurd legends he had ever seen had no such records.If a monk can complete a thunder strike with the help of external force, it will undoubtedly be extremely powerful and terrifying.

Shen Ke originally thought that not thinking about it was the best way to deal with it, so he thought that his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, and he could finally stop looking up at Xiao Daoluan.But at this time, he didn't expect that such an attitude of letting nature take its course... is actually very problematic.

If he didn't know something subconsciously, which ordinary person would still be able to eat, drink, play with his nephew after being shocked by such a change in himself?

The moment Shen Ke picked up the big iron sword, Shen Ke didn't want to put it down.

Just a few days ago, he promised the little fat man that when he grows up, he will give him this sword.

Although Shen Yan is eleven or twelve years old, she is almost as big as a child of about one and a half years old.But he ate a lot and slept soundly. Except for walking and jumping around Shen Ke on weekdays, he hardly left the chair, and his strength was pitifully small.

Under the stalking of the little fat man, Shen Ke once sneaked into their house with a big iron sword.The little fat man's eyes lit up when he saw the iron sword, and when he got closer to see the shabby appearance, only a mournful expression remained on his round face.

Shen Ke understood the little fat man's heart very well.

Because back then he also had the feeling of going from anticipation to disappointment, like falling off a cliff.

When he was younger, he still vaguely hoped that his father, who had become thinner than a handful of wood, was some kind of hidden master, and his mother, who had no chance of being beautiful after giving birth, had attracted countless heroes to bow down.

When I was 15 years old, these thoughts were dispelled.

If it wasn't for that old man who couldn't afford to eat wontons to provoke his fantasies by hooking up again, he might grow up to be like Shen Heng, a strict father who would immediately turn his back on his son and give him a lesson when he said he wanted to practice swords. .

Shen Ke still remembered what the old man said to him back then.

"You and I are destined, this thing is given to you, I hope you cherish it..."

In fact, there was still half a sentence after this. When he talked about the origin of the big iron sword with Xiao Daoluan, he didn't say it, and he didn't say it when he was pestered by the little fat man to talk about his early experiences.

Maybe the old man is just an obsessive libertine who has wasted decades in vain, only willing to let go of the broken copper and iron in his hands when his hair is graying and his steps are faltering.

After throwing down his iron sword, the seemingly tall old man crouched in the corner of the alley, rubbing his swollen stomach, and said to himself, "What kind of sword are you practicing..."

Perhaps the old man thought that no one knew about such a lack of momentum and demeanor.But that young man who picked up the sword but didn't immediately run away happily heard it clearly.

It's just that you can hear clearly, but it doesn't mean you understand.

Just like the lessons that parents often ring in their ears, Mr. Private School brought poems that he read over and over again.

It's not that he's naturally dull and forgets, it's just that he is young and energetic and feels that he doesn't need to take it to heart.

"This iron sword was given to your uncle by an old man..." Shen Ke said to the little fat man with an inscrutable look on his face, "Although I haven't figured out who the old man is after all these years, this sword The origin of it is not as simple as the ones you can buy casually in weapon shops, isn't it?"

Regardless of whether the former owner of the big iron sword was a world-famous sword repairman or an unknown pawn, there will always be some colorful or plain stories in a person's long life.Shen Ke had no chance to find out.But one day—if Shen Yan does not dislike it—carrying this big iron sword around the rivers and lakes, maybe, like him, he will think of the person who gave the sword to him.

A person who will suddenly drop strings of candied haws in his peaceful heart.

Shen Yan pouted and said, "This sword is rusted."

Not only rusted, but also broken, not as good as Shen Yan's hatchet.

Shen Ke didn't get annoyed, and said calmly: "Whether a sword is good or not depends not on its quality. Could it be that the sword fairy Buxu can't use powerful moves with a hatchet? Swords follow people. , don't look at the appearance of this iron sword..."

Shen Yan wondered: "Could it be that the old man is really a master?"

The little fat man's frowning and serious expression were somewhat similar to Shen Heng's. It seemed that father and son were father and son after all.

Shen Ke said with a smile: "The old man is not the only one who has used this sword..."

"Could it be that some master gave the sword to the old man?"

"..." Shen Ke said, "And me."

The little fat man didn't look right at him that day.It wasn't the joy of finally discovering that his uncle was a powerful swordsman, but rather he stayed away from him dumbfounded.Shen Ke felt that it was a bit embarrassing for someone a little bit older to make such an expression.

In fact, this is just to tease the little fat man.He didn't expect himself to be famous, and by the way, he let this big iron sword follow his prestige, and even lent his name to his nephew.

He just thinks that life sometimes needs a little surprise to be fun.

It's like the old man left him a big iron sword back then.

And he might leave the sword to Shen Yan one day in the future.

At a certain point, Shen Yan misses him very much.In other words, he, Lin Ziyou, those friends who drank and ate meat together back then, and the little fat man who didn't even have the strength to lift a sword... They were not surprised but happy about life's accidents.

When I went to Shen Heng's house for the first time after returning home, I saw a round ball of white meat squatting in the corner of the yard, and stared at the rabbit for an entire afternoon without moving the ground. Shen Ke knew that Shen Yan's thoughts had long been Flew out of the high wall of the yard.

People like them will not be reconciled if they don't go out and have a look.

Shen Ke put the iron sword into his arms with a smile, thinking, if the iron sword is still alive after this trip, it's okay to give it to the little fat man.Anyway, all the troubles were solved at once, from now on, he only needs to be by Xiao Daoluan's side and play tricks with him.

There is no need to play swords anymore.

He brought the iron sword into the room, found the package he had when he returned, packed some underwear and money, wrapped the iron sword carefully with a long strip of cloth, and placed it next to the package.

Then start writing letters by the lamp.

On the night when he ran away from home ten years ago, he also leaned on the table and left a letter for his family.

As a young man, he has a lively temper, and he can't cope with writing letters, which are somewhat lingering and sentimental.Even if it was a message to a close relative, there were only a few words, only saying that he was going to break out of the world, and when the time came, he would return to his hometown in brocade clothes, so that he could look good on his parents' faces.

Different from that time, Shen Ke writes very seriously now.The first-hand lower case calligraphy that I practiced hard in private school is dignified. From the circle of the stroke, it can be seen that every time I write, I have thought carefully before writing.He didn't want to worry his parents anymore, so he just said that he was going to the southwest to find someone.And in the letter left to Shen Heng, it vaguely revealed that his trip was related to Xiao Daoluan, and brother Wan Wang would be of great help.He believed that Shen Heng was also unwilling to make his elderly parents worry, so he would cover up a few more words for him.

When the ink was completely dry, Shen Ke pressed a letter left to his parents under the inkstone, picked up a letter to Shen Heng, and left the house.

In Shen Heng's house, apart from the corridor, there was no place where candles were flickering, and everyone should have fallen asleep.

Shen Ke walked into Shen Heng's study familiarly, and there was no one there, so he just put the letter on the table.He originally wanted to stop by to visit his nephew and niece, but he was afraid of waking up others, so he only gently opened the window of Shen Yan's room and glanced into the dark interior.The little fat man's voice was loud, presumably he was tired from being punished by his father during the day, and even Shen Ke threw a stone into him, but he couldn't wake him up.

Shen Ke shook his head, and walked out lightly following the original path.

It was late at night, and the frost and dew were getting heavier.

Shen Ke didn't expect that he would rarely stop with a mood of waiting, and he would be on the road again soon.Could it be that he was destined to be adrift because of the evil spirit in his life?If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have practiced swords in the first place.Go find a white-bearded old Taoist who sets up a street stall and learn a few fortune-telling skills. You can cheat some money to support your family, and it happens to drive away evil spirits and nourish yourself.

He first met Xiao Daoluan in the northwest in early autumn, and the two entangled for several months, and spent the New Year together in Guanzhong.After parting ways after the year, he returned to his home in the southeast and stayed there for several months.Counting now, it has been more than half a year.The time they spend together and apart is almost the same.

It may be a year when he goes back to the southwest, finds Xiao Daoluan, and the two meet.

Thinking about it this way, it was actually a bit sweet.

Facing the vast night and the unknown future, Shen Ke seemed to realize something.Although he couldn't see the way, he knew that they must all lead to the same place.

Xiao Daoluan's location.