I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 133 Dugu Sword

"Brother, is he going to see Sister-in-law Azhu? If that's the case, brother should stay and watch the house."

Duan Yu looked narrowly at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng glanced at Duan Yu, but didn't speak.

His thoughts drifted away, and a calm and happy smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Feng thought about that day again.

That day, A'Zhu secretly followed him to the Shaolin Temple, and she secretly pretended to be a little monk, she was so naughty and cute.

Later, due to his involvement, Ah Zhu was seriously injured and was dying. Fortunately, the sweeping monk at the time saw that he was going mad and dying, so he immediately promised to treat Ah Zhu's injury.

If not, how could Xiao Feng, who had learned so much from Lin Dong, be caught so easily?
Don't dare to say anything else, he can still do it.

From then on, Xiao Feng had the figure of A'Zhu in his heart, and he who never cared about him finally felt worried.

Every frown and smile of her is what he misses.

Since the birth of this longing, he could no longer calm down.

He is not the same as Duan Yu, the guy who has no love and no woman in his heart, and Wang Yuyan successfully drugged him to have a child.

"I really don't understand. What's so good about a woman? Liars, they are all liars. They agreed to just sleep, but she drugged me."

Duan Yu murmured and turned his head. As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a state of comprehension.

……

……

Dugu Jian looked up at the night sky.

A little bit of meteor pierced the sky, and I don't know where it will fall.

Just like his state of mind at this time.

He is an orphan. Since he can remember, he has only a jade pendant with the word Dugu engraved on his body.

He grew up eating hundreds of meals.

Because of the ups and downs of childhood, I have seen the arrogance of the beggars, the arrogance of some people in the world, and the heroes who have dreams in their hearts, robbing the rich and helping the poor.

Therefore, he is full of infinite yearning for the world.

Dugu Jian felt that it was definitely not his destination to live his whole life ignorantly.

One's own destination can only be the rivers and lakes.

Looking up at the night sky, he suddenly remembered the senior who taught him swordsmanship when he was ten years old.

The predecessor once said that the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it has thousands of changes, just like a person's life.

A sword in hand is like a friend in life.

Traveling three thousand miles with a sword in hand, this is when a young man is arrogant.

……

Today, there is another choice in front of him.

The two magical secret books appeared in the ruined temple where he had been living, as if they had come from the sky.

Just beside his bed, it was placed side by side with the sword given by the senior in the corner of the ruined temple.

That scene made him fall into boundless entanglement.

He was a little afraid to face it, and climbed up to the roof of the ruined temple as if evading, and looked up at the starry sky, hoping that the starry sky could give him a hint.

Starry Sky can't speak.

The night sky is also silent.

In the world he lived in, there was no other sound except howling wolves and howling tigers.

Dugu Jian thought of the past.

The senior who taught him swordsmanship told him at the last moment of his life that he must bring his swordsmanship to the extreme, otherwise there would be no room for him in the world.

The senior also said that there is a person who claims to be a sword god, his swordsmanship is superb, and he can hold a sword away from his hand, which is far better than him.

However, even such a master is just a minion in the arena.

The senior said that he saw hope in him.

Dugu Jian didn't want to disobey his senior's intentions, but when the boundless temptation appeared, even though his heart was as firm as a rock, he still wavered uncontrollably.

As long as he opened those two magical secret books, with his own talent, he would be able to run amok in the world within a few years.

At that time, it is also possible to practice swords again.

After all, those two magical secret books are the Fengshen Leg and Cloud Pai Palm that are sung all over the world!
As long as he learns it, with his talent, he can definitely surpass others in a short period of time.

however.

Dugu Jian felt that this was a kind of betrayal.

If there is a sword, if you betray your friend at the beginning, even if you go after it again later, you may never return to the original.

Once a crack occurs, even if it is repaired, there will still be cracks inside.

Even if you can't see or touch it, the crack will always exist.

This also means that if he takes that path, his achievements in the way of swordsmanship may only stop at the top.

What he wants is detachment, not top.

There are often top people in the world.

A detached person is like a fairy or a god.

"Crack!"

A sound appeared, causing Dugu Jian's gaze towards the sky to gradually retract, and he squinted slightly to look down.

There, there was a Taoist figure walking slowly.

He was dressed in Taoist robes and looked handsome. He seemed to be only in his 20s, but his eyes seemed to have been exposed to beauty, and he was already detached from the outside world.

Looking at this figure, the entanglement in Dugu Jian's heart gradually disappeared, leaving only curiosity.

Who is this Taoist, and why does he have such an extraordinary bearing?

Suddenly, the Taoist below raised his head, fixed his gaze on him, and said with a smile on his face: "It turns out that there are already people in this ruined temple. It's impolite for a poor Taoist to enter without asking."

"It's okay."

Dugu Jian turned over and got down from the eaves, waved his hands and said: "I am just a guest here, not a master. Besides, the temple is a place where hundreds of families gather incense and fire. How can the Taoist say that he is impolite?"

"In that case, it's a poor way of thinking."

The Taoist shook his head and smiled. He didn't bother with this question any more, and took out a rabbit from behind with a smile: "It's a predestined relationship to meet, and there happens to be a rabbit here in Pindao. Do laymen have any wine?"

"Naturally there is."

Dugu Jian opened the door and entered the side room, took out a wine jar from it and said, "Life is a long journey, how can we go without wine to accompany us?"

The Taoist's eyes lit up, he gathered some firewood and came back, lit the fire, and shouted loudly: "Okay, there is wine and rabbits, and you and I are so destined, how can we not get drunk?"

"The Taoist priest invites you kindly, how can I shirk it?"

Dugu Jianchang laughed, took two bowls casually, walked to the side of the fire and added firewood while asking: "Where did the Taoist priest come from, and where do you want to travel?"

"Poverty came from Mount Zhongnan, and he wanted to find some predestined people."

The Taoist looked at Dugu Jian with a smile, and said: "Perhaps, you are one of the predestined people mentioned by the poor Taoist."

But Dugu Jian shook his head: "I have killed a lot of people, although they are all people who should be killed, but they don't have much fate with people outside the party."

"Killing is indeed bad, but the poor are not the ones who strictly abide by the rules and regulations. What's more, in today's world, there are countless people who should be killed. If laymen kill all the people who should be killed, what's wrong?"

When the Taoist said this, he casually put the long sword hanging on his waist with his right hand, and said with a smile: "Even if the poor Taoist sees the person who should be killed, he will kill him with a sword. "

"Good sword!"

From the moment he saw the Taoist's sword, Dugu Jian forgot what he was talking about before, as if seeing a hungry ghost in the eyes of a beautiful woman: "Such a good sword, Taoist priest is a person who concentrates on practicing swords?"

"No no no."

The Taoist shook his head quickly, and said with emotion: "The poor Taoist has learned a lot in his life, and he has never been obsessed with using a sword."

"So, it's a pity."

Dugu Jian looked at the sword, his eyes dimmed for a while, and the expression on his face seemed to say that this sword was not entrusted to a good man.

"What a pity? Pindao doesn't think so."

The Taoist laughed lightly, and said to Dugu Jian: "Your Excellency looks so good, he seems to be a swordsman, why don't you and I fight with each other?"

"Right on my mind!"

Dugu Jian was full of fighting spirit, and when he rushed into the room just now, he quickly took out a sword, eagerly faced Lin Dong and said, "Please, Daoist!"

(End of this chapter)