The most powerful minister in the world

The swordsman has no sword in his hand, but the sword is hidden in his eyebrows.

"I have no name, I am only called Ananda. This sword has been with me in the world for more than ten years. Today I give it to the second son of the Jing family."

Jingxi took the sword and pulled it out, only to hear a buzzing sound. The sword was narrow and the cold light was striking. The interior was made of forged iron and embroidered. Although it was not as good as the Qiushuang Jade Sword, it was definitely a top-notch sword. product.

"Hey~ why do you know the identity of my young master?"

The swordsman's eyes wandered over the Dilemma Sword for a long time, and finally he lowered his head and said: "The Great Sun Flower Sutra is the only one in the world that has the most sacred words of Confucianism and martial arts, and there is only one person who can personally pass it on, and that is the Second Young Master in front of me. .”

Jingxi sheathed his sword and leaned it against the hull of the ship, smiling and saying, "Hey~ you know a lot, tell me, what do you want from me?"

Ananda bowed his head and spoke urgently: "Second Young Master, I know that the Wu Mansion in southern Xinjiang gathers many extraordinary people from all over the world, and Zhongli Qu, who has extraordinary medical skills, has been in the Wu Mansion. I wonder if you can recommend him?!"

"this......"

Before Jing Xi finished speaking, Ananda suddenly raised his head, swooped down and covered his hand and said emotionally: "Please help me introduce you to the Second Young Master. The Dilemma Sword belongs to you. If it is not enough, I am willing to join the house and become a slave. I will be driven by martial arts in this life." Mansion!"

Jingxi felt the force coming from his hand, and thought to himself, what on earth could have caused such a swordsman to be so shaken, he naturally knew that the Weedang Sword Tomb was actually the number one sword palace in the South!

I just heard Ananda say that he reached the tenth floor ten years ago. Judging from his appearance, he was not much older than me. In other words, he reached the tenth floor in his teens. What is the concept? Let's put it this way, if the ninth-grade Li Dongyang, who has mastered the essence of the two schools of swordsmanship, is asked to break into the Sword Tomb, he will probably be able to break into the twelfth floor, while the Sword Tomb only has the twenty-first floor.

The Wedang Sword Tomb is under the Sword Mansion. On the twenty-first floor, each floor has a sword madman guarding the tomb, and there are countless famous swords. Anyone who defeats the sword madman can get a famous sword on that floor. Swordsmen all over the world are proud of their swords.

I remember when he was a child, Jingxi heard Old Man Yan talk about this matter. He asked Old Man Yan curiously why he didn't go and take one to play with. Old Man Yan stroked his beard and laughed and said: "I use mountains and rivers as the hilt of my sword, and the heaven and earth." If you use yourself as the scabbard and the body of the sword, why should you wear the sword again?”

"Second Young Master? Please agree to the Second Young Master's request, and I will burn my heart to pieces and spend the rest of my life repaying you!"

Jingxi was brought back to his senses by his shouting, and looked up at his blood-red eyes and unshaven chin. Now that he looked up close, his decadent appearance was almost the same as that of a dead man.

In response, Jingxi's throat trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry I can't agree."

Hearing the sound, Ananda sat down on the ground, his face was ashen, his eyes were empty, and his whole body seemed to be lifeless. His hands were shaking, and his eyes were staring at the hands that were calloused from practicing swordsmanship!

At this moment, he was slapping his head like a madman, tears flying everywhere, roaring, and mumbling: "My Xiang'er, is it really that she deserves to be like this?! It's all my fault, I don't She should be addicted to swords as much as her life, and should not turn a blind eye to her, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault!”

Lian'er couldn't bear to watch it anymore. A seven-foot-tall man who practiced sword crying was as helpless and heartbroken as a child. How could she, who has a heart of a Bodhisattva, bear to watch it anymore?

She pushed Jingxi's arm gently and looked at him pleadingly. Jingxi still shook his head helplessly.

"Second Young Master, I beg you, Xiang'er is my only hope in this world now. As long as you can save her, I will agree to whatever you want me to do!"

Jing Xi recognized this look. Every time he led his black horse on the Chen Kingdom's city, the generals guarding the city had this look in their eyes, despair! As for who Xiang'er was, Jingxi and Lian'er already understood it completely without the need for Ananda, who was already incoherent, to explain.

Xiang'er must be Ananda's spiritual sustenance and ideal in life, that is, his sweetheart.

"I can't go back to southern Xinjiang now, and the old immortal medical fairy has left Wu Mansion and hasn't come back in three years, so I'm sorry..."

"Is there no one else available in Wu Mansion?"

Jingxi shook his head, and Ananda looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh of relief. That was because he was desperate and refused to give up!

Ananda stood up and staggered towards the outside of the boat.

"Your sword."

Ananda said without looking back: "I wanted to hold the sword with one hand and hold her hand with the other. This kind of world is better than anything else. Now I don't need it anymore. In the remaining time of her life, I want to hold her hand with both hands." Every hand holds her hand, and she has everything in her hand..."

Lan'er had already burst into tears, and Ananda's despair had reached the point of leaking out. Although he didn't know his relationship with the so-called Xiang'er, this feeling was enough to exaggerate others without saying a word.

"slow!"

Just when Ananda was about to fly away, Jingxi shouted loudly. Ananda suddenly looked back and saw Jingxi looking at the Liangquan sword in his hand and saying firmly: "There is one thing that may not be able to save her, but it can be extended for three years." There is absolutely no problem in five years, has Xiang'er in your mouth ever practiced martial arts?"

Ananda was so frightened by the sudden hope that his eyes blurred. His heart was like a hammer beating a drum, about to burst out. He staggered and fell at Jingxi's feet, grabbing his arm and saying : "I have never practiced martial arts."

"Is it okay to give up your cultivation for three years?"

"It must be thrown away!"

Jingxi clapped his hand and asked, "Is it okay to give up the additional thirty years of energy and blood?"

"One life can be exchanged for three years!"

Life and death, seeing the sad place, misfortune and infatuation are all suffering, how do you understand the word love? Why can't I write it right?

Alas~ The word love in the world of mortals can produce: greed, anger, ignorance, suspicion, lust, killing, stealing, idle talk, double-tonguing, lying, the ten evils, and the outer world, disturbing the body and mind.

As a result, the six sense organs act rashly, and the mind is willing to work hard, wandering around in life and death without end.

But I would like to ask, can you persist?

No!

Jingxi looked behind Lian'er, who was wiping her tears and muttering vaguely: "What are you doing, Master?"

"I ask you to carry the sachet with you at all times. Do you want to take it with you?"

It took a lot of effort for Lian'er to wipe away his tears and nose. He secretly took out the sachet from his arms and said, "This is something that the handsome master has repeatedly told Lian'er to take good care of. The last time I was a guest at the house, I told Lian'er to take good care of her, how could she not take Lian'er with her?"

Jingxi took the sachet, opened it, and took out a sandalwood box the size of a thumb. Immediately, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the awning boat. Ananda suddenly woke up. He looked at Jingxi coming out of the wood with trembling eyes. He took out a pill as big as a grain of rice from the box and twisted it in his fingers.

"Sir! This is..." Lian'er knew what it was ever since she saw the small wooden box, but before she could finish her words, Jingxi reached out to stop her.

"This pill was left to me by Zhongli. No matter what incurable disease your Xiang'er suffers from, it can protect her from any danger of life within three years."