It's strange that most of the time it was pruned with pear blossom wine, but it actually saved the life of the bamboo leaf green snake. Not long after returning to the cottage, the wound healed slowly at a visible speed. Within a few days, the old man began to arrange food and clothing between Wu Shuang and Yun Zhong again. The reason was that the young man suffered a huge trauma and his left leg was slightly lame, so it was difficult to go to the ground. Among the three, Wu Shuang was unscathed, so he volunteered to take on the heavy responsibility of cooking three meals.

However, in less than ten days, the kitchen was in a mess. If the porridge was not muddy, it would be a blessing. Some of the side dishes even forgot to rub them, put them in the mouth like chewing mud, and the mouth was full of sand. In the past, when Old Man Ye cooked himself, the meal was like the New Year and the holidays. He smelled the aroma of rice porridge and the refreshing smell of side dishes, and felt very happy. When Wu Shuang was in the kitchen, the boy and the old snake reluctantly moved to the table, and they had to finish the meal. After the meal, the veins were leaping.

At noon, Old Man Ye rarely cooked a dish made of snake orchid, and a large plate of white-cut pheasant. The old man was vegetarian and did not kill animals. Wu Shuang had no worries. Whether it was clean or not, he pulled out his sword and treated the poor fat chicken in three or five steps, which made the young man stunned.

However, when eating, Yun Zhong was really not polite. He used his chopsticks with his master like snatching meat, and he was having a lot of fun.

"Where will I teach you the rituals of master and apprentice?"

"My disciple is in poor health and has damaged meridians. Eat more oil, water, meat and fish to supplement it. Master, don't mind it."

"Nothing! How can I make a disciple and a master grab vegetables in the world?"

"Master, look at who is coming outside?"

Wu Shuang was surprised. With his perception, how could he not notice that someone could approach the cottage? So he stretched his head to look out the door. There was no one outside the door, and he turned to look at the boy again. The latter took this opportunity to stuff his mouth bulging and chicken, and he still squinted his eyes and smiled at the master.

After using the meal, the boy limped out of the cottage. The sky was just right and he began to gesture sword moves. His injuries had not healed, so he naturally had little movements. However, Wu Shuang still asked him to gesture every day and told him that the sense of swords learned from life and death was far more rare than the postures he learned from behind-the-stop work. Swordsmen should not have swords for a day. If they were connected for two or three days without touching the sword, they would become unfamiliar with sword in their hands. Therefore, it is very necessary to reminisce about the beauty and dross contained in the sword moves that day. Of course, Wu Shuang was not idle either. Yun Zhong's sword was broken into two pieces when Wang Kongding fought, and there was no way to recover. Wu Shuang could only lend the sword to the boy first, and he ran into the carriage, turned around randomly, found a long sword that had not been opened, and squatted opposite the boy with anger, polishing the sword blade.

"Why did I ask you to be an apprentice? The apprentices are all wealthy families. You have arrived, but you haven't paid a penny for the tuition. How much money can I get inside and outside? This sword is more than a dozen taels."

The young man was silent, but he always remembered the scene of the day. Looking at the dead man who was walking a few steps away in front of him, he suddenly felt a little tired. Obviously, he was killed again. The afterglow made him unable to accept it for a while. The young man began to think of a question.

For him, he didn't want to kill people. The old snake had already told the young man what he did, and the methods of burning, killing, abducting and looting were cruel. But somehow, after hearing what the man said, he felt a little unbearable when he had forced himself to suppress him. Who should die? Is it the Immortal Sect, His Majesty, or this man?

The boy lay down and looked up, and the moonlight was bright.

At that time, he and the old snake were dying. A sword came and carried the three of them without any decline.

The boy stood on the sword and was silent, blood oozing out from his tight fingers.

The fat shopkeeper glanced at Yun Zhong with his teeth tightly clenched, and he was a little strange. He had been traveling around for many years, but he had never seen him when he was gnashing his teeth when he was in the sky. However, after thinking about it, he suddenly came back to his taste and couldn't help but twitch a little.

"Fear of heights?"

"hold head high."

"It's only a few stories high!" The fat shopkeeper was stunned.

The boy gritted his teeth and looked pale: "...I dare not look down if I have more than three levels."

The fat shopkeeper was so amused and crying: "How can you travel to the world with swords in the future?" The young man frowned and replied after a while: "Is there a sword with a wide door panel? I'll lie on it."

The fat shopkeeper was choked by this sentence and his eyes were wide open several times.

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel a little more open-minded. I am afraid of heights and cannot practice it. I am afraid of heights so much, but on the way to Qingchai Xun’s road, how many three-story buildings are there? What’s more, the collapsed dirt road that is dozens of feet long is narrower than the sword I was stepping on.

"A person is afraid of heights, but not death. In other words, life cannot be regarded as the most precious thing. There are always things that go beyond life and death, and people who are willing to fight for death. Too much cherish life are often particularly cruel. It is very simple. In their eyes, the greatness of heaven and earth is not as great as their own life, so there are not so many taboos when they act, such as that man or the literati in the backyard. But if they can get what they want, they will die generously." The fat shopkeeper sighed. "Do you think that with the skill of a man, you will forcibly meet the sword that you have the advantage of the territory? He just lost the hope of continuing to wait."

He immediately scratched his head, smiled bitterly and said, "As a matter of fact, he is still not good at reasoning and no longer speaks."

The young man seemed to understand, but he still kept these words in his heart silently.

The commercial road at the intersection of Qi and Qiling was still crowded since the beginning of spring, and the carriages were even slightly congested. I had no choice but to invite officials who specialize in commanding the roads to clear the surroundings of the main roads.

In April and May, the temperature was getting hotter, and the crowds were endless, and it was even more hot. Many vendors had long rolled up their sleeves and rolled up their legs to ask for a trace of hard-earned coolness. The commander on the road was sweating profusely, so he shouted with a little hoarse voice and raised a few more tones. A little coachman who looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child was dressed very shabby, and he got patches on his clothes. Because he was thin and could not hold the reins of the carriage, he gently rubbed the side with the carriage beside him, which immediately attracted scolding from the owner with a big belly behind him. The content was extremely rough, and it was probably just wasteful food and the old herds dogs that were raising human nature were a hundred times better than the children who were not as good as pigs and dogs. Then the remaining energy was not gone, so he picked up the short sticks used for self-defense on the side and beat the little coachman.

Although it is a wooden stick, the stick is quite special. It is made of tung birch branches. It is not too hard to say that it is as hard as iron. It is the first choice for merchants to rush to prevent wolves. It is divided into two ends, with thick heads as big as adult fists. When encountering wolves in the wild, it is specialized in hitting the wolf nose and waist. With one blow, it often makes the wild wolf sobb and even breaks the lumbar spine, which is very useful. Now, when you use it to hit the back of the taxi driver, you hit the shabby boy with one stick, and it makes the shabby boy wail.

The horse neighed, shouted, screamed, chatted, and the sound of the wheels mixed in, with an incomparable noisy.

Among the crowd, there was an ugly scholar in his thirties. He was squeezed by the traffic and horses. His face was pale, but he was still staring at the little coachman.

"The people are suffering." Then his whole body shook, and his whole body seemed to have been left with some restraint, and the crowd washed over him from all directions.

The man remained motionless.
Chapter completed!