Chapter two hundred and twenty eight candles flickering
Once you fall into the rivers and lakes, you are a poor person, so you have to do it yourself. But one thing must be kept in mind, no matter how big your feet are, wear the same shoes, no matter how big or small you wear, you will have blood blisters on your feet. The only one who will be in pain is you.
In Zhenxifeng at night, the wind is cool and the words are even cooler.
Zhang Yajiu suddenly turned around, stared at Li Taiping and said with a smile: "I have met the girl at the foot of the mountain. She is a good childbearer. So, which one do you like more?"
The Sword Sage's previous words talked about the world, fate, and people's need to be self-aware. Li Taiping knew what he was going to say, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to answer, but he didn't expect the Sage to ask such a question.
This is a very difficult question to answer. If you don't answer it well, the saint will kill you even if he smiles.
Since it’s hard to answer, don’t think too much. The more you think, the easier it is to make mistakes. It’s better to just say what’s on your mind.
"Dugu Qingqing is a fairy-like woman. If I say I don't like her, I'm afraid even I won't believe it. But I know how big my heart is and how much love I have. The blessing of Qi Ren is not suitable for me."
Zhang Yajiu's smile gradually faded: "If you say this now, what about the future?"
Li Taiping smiled: "Master, do you know what will happen tomorrow?"
"Love till the end of time, love till eternity. Taiping dare not say those words, although those words are very nice. Taiping only knows that it takes a lifetime to protect a person."
Zhang Yajiu remained silent for a while and then lost a word.
"Speak clearly and don't deceive other girls."
Don't cheat other girls, Li Taiping heard this for the second time. He knew that some things cannot be avoided, so even if it is difficult to speak, he still has to speak.
At Zhenxifeng, the saint was talking about the world, but Dugu Qingqing left in a daze, because there was one person who was not there, and she knew that person was waiting for her.
She understood him without even looking at him. Perhaps this was the connection that only confidants can have.
Standing in a green shirt looking at the sea of clouds, with white clothes beside him, he was silent for a long time.
The silence must eventually be broken, and some things must be explained to each other.
Dugu Qingqing turned around and smiled: "Why do you make it so heavy? It's not about separation between life and death. Is love so difficult to talk about?"
Li Taiping nodded and said: "It's really not necessary. You know..."
"I know. So, how about watching the sunset with me."
The two of them looked at the rolling sea of clouds and were silent. Perhaps it is best to cherish words like gold at this moment.
There is no need to explain anything, no need to cover up anything, and no need to express anything, everything is left unsaid.
I understand you, and I will be with you forever without words...
In the afternoon, everyone left the thatched cottage. Some went to see the green mountains and green waters of the Seventeen Peaks, some watched the sword in the mountain, and some knelt outside the thatched cottage and refused to get up.
Everyone ignored the two people in a tacit understanding. Even the junior sister from Zhujian Mountain did not ask a question, but took Chen Buwen and Tantai Ziyi to the small building at Lingying Peak.
Most of the people had left, Zhang Yajiu stretched, stood up and walked out of the thatched cottage, looking at the man kneeling in the yard.
"There are many people who are more sincere and perseverant than you. Some people knelt at the entrance to the mountain for half a month until they fainted and were carried away."
"This time you were able to kneel in front of me because of the help of the elder brother of the Li family. But why do you think that if you kneel in front of me, I will accept you as my disciple?"
Yuan Kewen was not stupid. He knew that whether he could receive the saint's questioning was his only chance to stay.
Before going up the mountain, he had already thought about the plan, but when the saint stood in front of him and asked that sentence, his mind suddenly went blank.
Yuan Kewen raised his head and looked at Master Sword Master, who was holding the tea bowl in his hand. He didn't know what was wrong with his head, so he blurted out: "I, I can make tea. Although the cooking is not very good..."
The eldest young master of the Yuan family doesn't know how to make tea. He probably hasn't even boiled the water. He lost confidence in what he said and his voice became softer and quieter.
"I lack someone to boil water for cooking..."
"I do, I do."
Zhang Yajiu said with a smile: "I'm not a disciple, I don't teach skills, I'm just a handyman. Think about it."
Yuan Kewen kowtowed as hard as he could, and his forehead was now bruised.
"Get up, if you're stupid, you have to replace someone. You can't leave a fool and have another fool come in."
As soon as Yuan Kewen stood up, he saw the saint shaking his head and smiling: "It's better to come early than to come by chance. If Zhenshan hadn't gone out, those other guys wouldn't know how to respect the elderly, and they wouldn't have any use for you."
Yuan Kewen didn't know how to answer these words. He only knew that he was very lucky. He was very lucky, but it was not what the saint said.
If the sword master wants to make a fire to cook, if word spreads, he will be the best cook in the world, even if he breaks his head, he will have to fight for it.
Good things can come to an industrious person because Tantai Ziyi promised the saint that he would drag his grandfather up the mountain and live there for ten and a half days before getting Yuan Kewen such a job as a cook.
During the trip to Zhujian Mountain, Yuan Kewen finally achieved what he wanted, and King Fu and others all came for good reason. Everyone climbed the mountain with some purpose, but Jian Xi came the easiest way. He came to see the sword.
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The sword is hung on the cliff, hung on the green bamboo, hidden in the stream, and in the mountains and fields.
Swords may be long or short, light or heavy, steel or soft, and none of them is the same.
There are many people who like swords, and the reasons are different. Some people wear swords to decorate their appearance, such as the princes of aristocratic families. Some people wear swords because the swords are for gentlemen, such as scholars. Some people wear swords because they are sinister in the world, such as those who work for a living.
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Jian Xilai likes swords because he kills people with them, and he kills people from Mobei to Daqian.
Liuyun Pavilion is a small pavilion with many swords hanging on three sides. When the wind blows, it jingles like wind chimes...
Jian Xi Lai raised his head slightly and looked at every sword, but had no intention of touching any of them.
Suddenly someone outside the pavilion asked.
"dislike."
"like very much."
"Then, pick one."
"My own convenience."
"How easy it is."
“You’ll know after you try it.”
Inside the pavilion, a man in a green shirt stands quietly with a sword in his hand. Outside the pavilion, a man in coarse linen clothes stands without a sword in his hand.
Suddenly the wind stopped and the ringtone suddenly stopped, because someone outside the pavilion picked up a sword.
As soon as he took the sword into his hand, he saw the light of the sword suddenly appear in the pavilion. The man came out of the pavilion and the sword was already there, and his murderous aura was like a thread, which was not dispersed.
The people outside the pavilion waved their swords freely, with murderous intent in their hands. The sword light filled the sky, and no stars or moon could be seen.
The sword comes from the west to meet the sword light, and when it encounters a strong force, it becomes stronger. It is still the same sword strike just now, but now the sword and man have merged into one, and their sharp edges are revealed.
What the Soaring Sky Realm requires is the momentum to pierce the sky with unstoppable force. Jian Xilai has achieved this to the extreme. The sword in his hand can open the sky, cut off rivers, penetrate mountains and rivers...
But the sword light in the sky suddenly dimmed, leaving only an ordinary long sword. But it was such an ordinary long sword, but it blocked a sword coming from the west.
Sword tip to sword tip, as if the sword coming from the west is collision...
Outside Liuyun Pavilion, Jian Xilai put away his sword and saluted.
Zhang Yajiu studied the sword for a while and then said: "It's very similar to me when I was young. I only had swords in my eyes, but this is not a good thing."
"There is only ruthlessness in the sword, not the Dao. You must know why you draw the sword and who you draw the sword for, rather than draw the sword for the sake of drawing the sword."
"The sword is alive, just like a human being. It must have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and know the ups and downs. If you don't have these in your sword, then your idea of the unity of man and sword is fake, and you are deceiving yourself."
Jian Xilai bowed again and said, "Thank you, sage for your advice."
When he raised his head, the sword master had already turned around and left, but something came from the wind.
"Cherish the people around you. When you know how cold it is and how hot it is, the way of the sword will be right in front of you."
Jian Xilai looked at the retreating figure, his brows slightly furrowed. Cherishing the people around him, he thought of the six figures fighting side by side in the wind and sand, of the desperate man with a blue shirt stained with blood, and of the tenderness and thoughtfulness of the goose-yellow floral skirt.
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Along the way, there were not many people around him. They regarded him as a brother, as a friend, and as the closest person.
Jian Xilai closed his eyes, wondering if he also regarded them as...
Lingying Peak, Xiaolou.
Jian Xilai looked at the dim light on the second floor of the small building. After a while, he gathered up his courage and shouted.
"No need to ask, I like you."
This may be the most disgusting thing Jian Xilai has ever said in his life. I am afraid that he will never say such words again in the future.
In the small building, Chen Buwen smiled faintly. She was not as happy and excited as in the spring boudoir, nor was she moved to tears. She just walked downstairs, opened the door, took the wooden man's hand, and whispered
said.
"Fool."
Jian Xilai smiled. His smile was a little unnatural and stiff, but Chen Buyen knew that it was a smile from the heart.
In the small building, Tantai Ziyi shook his head and said, "Let's go."
Mu Pinshan said hurriedly: "It won't be the night anymore."
"If you don't spend the night, the eyes will be out of sight and the mind will be quiet."
Zhujian Mountain has returned to its former tranquility, because people who went up the mountain came down the mountain under the moonlight.
Everyone is busy and has things to do. Even if you stay in Zhujian Mountain for one night, you have to think about the relationship between people.
Qingshan climbed up the small building and saw the beauty roll her eyes and said jealously.
"It must be very hard to stand with me all day long. Come watch the sunset with me anytime."
Li Taiping looked at Mu Pinshan pretending to be coquettish, smiled and opened the window, letting the moonlight shine into the room. Then he moved a wicker chair and pulled Mu Pinshan into his arms.
"It would be nice to watch the sunrise with you."
"You are so careless, please stop making trouble."
The candlelight flickered, and the night was already deep. Mu Pinshan, like that well-behaved kitten, slept soundly in Li Taiping's arms.
She can sleep peacefully and soundly because she believes that he has his own bottom line in doing things.
Li Taiping hugged the woman in his arms and gently rocked the wicker chair. He knew that there was still a long way to go, and he still had many things to do, and those things might one day kill him.
He doesn't want to see her in pain and sadness, so he can only become stronger and become a man more powerful than the sword master. Until one day, when the world is peaceful, he will take her hand to see the lonely smoke in the desert.
Watching the bright moon rise over the sea, I have experienced the days I have longed for, where I am not ashamed or embarrassed.
Everyone has the beauty in their dreams, and the process of realizing that beauty is full of thorns. If you want to get through it, you need to persist and give up. It requires a lot.
Some people, for the sake of the beauty in their hearts, give up the relationship between father and son, the friendship between brothers and sisters, and even the woman they like. There are not many people who are heartless and unyielding, and the King of Qi is that kind of person. This chapter has been completed!