After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

We met by chance, but hit it off.

In fact, he didn't know what to say, how to answer Xuan Zhe.

In Zhou Feng's eyes, the sword is his life, and he has had his sword since he was himself.

When a certain knife is broken, the first thought is to retrieve it and reshape it instead of throwing it away.

In his previous life, Zhou Feng would practice swords whenever he was wronged.

All the attention of the whole body will be condensed on the sharp blade. When the sharp blade is unsheathed, the sharpness is exposed and cannot be concealed.

This kind of saber spirit can kill all sorrows in the cradle.

When he was young, he was injured by a knife light. He once dreamed of going back to the Bodhi Temple. His master thought that he "has a single life, and he is afraid of worrying about his luck."

It means that there is nothing in Zhou Feng's world, unlike ordinary children who make friends, want delicious food, and want fun.

He is alone to only himself.

Such a single fate, the master is afraid that it will damage his mind.

In fact, Master Zhou Feng is also not good at raising children, and he can't think of a way, so he had to bring little Zhou Feng to a good friend to help.

Naturally, the good friend of the old Taoist priest cannot be the same age as a child, and is also an old monk.

Master Zhou Feng took him to the Bodhi Temple, an ancient temple in the green forest, where the Vajra glared, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and the red candle wept.

But Xiao Zhoufeng really didn't have the roots of wisdom, he could only enjoy the scenery in the solemn temple.

Zhou Feng was obsessed with holding the knife, the purple smoke was misty and riding the clouds, the wooden fish clock was late, and he was alone. He was not at home, but sitting on pins and needles.

"Master, I want to practice knives." Little Zhou Feng said in a childish voice, his bright black pupils were wet.

The master sighed, and then the old monk there began to talk about "Buddha and Tao are one."

"Isn't it ridiculous to confuse Sanqing Taixu with the Tathagata?" Zhou Feng tilted his head curiously.

This old monk has always hidden three points in his speech, and after saying Amitabha, he began to "fool, fool."

At that time, Zhou Feng was too late, and he couldn't understand those specious words.

He only looked at the knife in his hand, the thin blade, two inches wide, very sharp, reflecting the light of the knife tempered by the snow-capped mountains that have not melted for thousands of years.

Three days ago, the master walked away with a flick of his sleeve, and returned to the west with a crane, leaving behind a roll of sheepskin with a golden hook drawn by iron, without the gentleness of an ordinary old man.

It's nothing more than "just after it's easy to break." Four words.

In the dark, it may have its own definite number.

From Hanqiong Mountain, where he has lived in peace for decades, to Luojia Temple to find his master's former friends, there is not much talk.

Zhou Feng just wanted to have a peerless sword that could bear the ruthless sword intent. He didn't know any obsessions or obsessions, he simply wanted a sword.

"Where did I come from, and where am I going? The world is unkind, and everything is a humble dog."

Zhou Feng was unwilling to ascend.

The water is cold and the wind is like a knife, the Taoist robe with wide sleeves, and the star scarf broken by the moon. In front of me, there is a monk in the world of mortals.

Zhou Feng smiled miserably at that time. "I have a great way in my heart, and I want to soar ninety thousand miles."

When he was poor, he was an outcast who was born with the river, and even the vitality of the outcast was extraordinarily tenacious.The Mao rafters and the rope bed of the tile stove have never hindered the pen and ink.

Zhou Feng picked up a certain knife when he was still a young boy. He didn't want to fall into the sky, and the knife was his road to the sky, the elevator.

The old Taoist rescued Zhou Feng from Penghao, and the duckweed met the clear lotus pond, so that the little boy could explore it. The sea of ​​clouds was churning, and the morning bacteria were dark, but Zhou Feng couldn't understand the old man's road in the cloud, he only recognized the sharp knife in his hand.

A certain knife has been with the little orphan by the river since his master failed to pick him up. Zhou Feng is not a perfidious person. Even if the certain knife is in the order of first come, first come, it should be more important than that road.

He couldn't inherit the master's last wish, because he put all his heart on the knife.

When the master died, Zhou Feng was at a loss. He rode an old horse, frightened the horses across the long street, and galloped like an arrow in the rain. No matter what he did, he couldn't vent his hardship.

Dao Xin has been broken, and the shackles are longer than this.

In Zhou Feng's body, he has no father, no mother, and no friends. Only teachers are like relatives, and swords are like friends.

After the master passed away, the old man's avenue melted into Zhou Feng's sword as he wished, and his sharpness retreated. It was as simple and honest as yesterday, lacking loneliness and solemnity, and adding a bit of long and profound charm.

Although the master doesn't understand knives, he is reasonable. Since Zhou Feng insists on practicing knives, let him practice.

It's just that the old man was unpredictable, and had expected it long ago, so he gave Zhou Feng instructions in advance.

Since the master said that it is easy to break just after passing, it is really easy to break just after passing.

What is easy to break just after, Zhou Feng is actually unconvinced.

Master always repeats these four words, and the last thing left is also these four words.

Watching the ups and downs of the sea of ​​stars, wishing to have the same longevity as the sky, peeking at the virtual scene of the mirage, knowing the yellow beams for a moment.

The road is lonely and boundless, Zhou Feng doesn't need the emotions and desires, and he doesn't need to come to the world drunk, dreaming and dying.

But his knife is broken, apart from the knife in his eyes, he can pretend to be other people, such as Xuan Zhe who is asking him...

For example, now, when I come to my senses, I can still remember to change the subject. "Xuan Zhe, I'm going to Huangcheng, take care, there will be a date later."

As far back as Zhou Feng can remember, he only knows that he can come and go freely, and never knows that parting means saying goodbye.

Saying goodbye to Xuan Zhe now doesn't feel so embarrassing.

Said that there will be some time later, Zhou Feng knew that he was afraid that he would never see each other again, he and Xuan Zhe just met by chance.

Even if the biological brothers still parted from each other, let alone Zhou Feng who had only known each other for a few days.

Maybe buried in a corner with the passage of time, covered with dust, I don't remember.

It's a pity, but it's true, people come and go, even the master will leave.

"Okay." Xuan Zhe's voice was hoarse, probably because of drinking, in the afterglow of the moonlight, he was a little drunk, and the corners of his eyes were also a little red.

Zhou Feng went to sleep drunk and stupefied. Before falling asleep, he squinted his eyes and looked out through the window. Xuan Zhe was still drinking pot after pot, as if he didn't know how to stop and pour himself wine.

I wanted to get up to persuade him, but I was so drunk that I fell asleep completely.

The next day was a sunny day, and Zhou Feng didn't get up until mid-sun.

When I got up, I saw that there were pumpkin and millet porridge on the table, a few plates of refreshing pickles, Xuan Zhe was always so considerate, he drank wine the day before yesterday, and nourished his stomach this morning.

"Xuan Zhe." Zhou Feng didn't see anyone, so he shouted at the top of his voice, but got no reply, he glanced and saw a note on the window sill.

The handwriting is flying like a dragon and a phoenix dances, which has the taste of wind and frost killing.

"You can leave on your own after the meal, Xuan Zhe will not see you off, so as not to add to the sadness."

Zhou Feng shook his head, quite amused, this Xuan Zhe is quite... emotional?

In fact, when Zhou Feng left, Xuan Zhe stood at the entrance of the bamboo building to see him off, and waved his hand lightly, with a hint of calmness, although he knew that Zhou Feng could not see.

He let Zhou Feng turn into a black spot far away in the sky.

The Sword Immortal is intelligent and well-versed in the Dao. Xuan Zhe knew that the result of this trial was unsatisfactory.

For those who have waited so hard for so many years, the obsession with reviving the whole life is, the knife.

He should give up, stay away, let Zhou Feng find his knife, fly up, and forget about himself.

Xuan Zhe knew it all, and he also understood that the century-old layout, all he wanted was to see that person again.

But the sudden parting, like a nymph crawling across the heart, numb and itchy, bit Xuan Zhe lightly, the bite didn't hurt, and there was honey in it.

This makes people can't help but think of the stubborn teenagers, taciturn youths, and even the crazy swordsman on the verge of death in his previous life.

Xuanzhe bit his lips, still showing an unwilling sense of frustration.

Obviously Zhou Feng's obsession in the previous life was him.

But to change the angle, but wait for his life, anyway, without Zhou Feng's days and nights, it has been like this for a hundred years.

Now as long as I know that he exists in the world, it's fine, but as long as I see that person, I can't restrain my greed.

The word "greedy" can make the celestial beings who are clear and moonless feel sad, fall three thousand feet into the world of mortals, be entangled, even if they can't break free, they are still happy.

Now the news that the leader of the Cloud Rankings is fighting with the Sword Immortal is spreading like wildfire, and there are also rumors of a "savior".

There are twelve countries on five continents. The continent is divided into Yingzhou in the north, Tutang Grotto in the east, Posuo in the west, Penglai in the south, and Huangcheng in the middle.

When the bow is exerting force, the string is tense. If the force cannot be restrained, the arrow that leaves the string will fly into the sky and go straight to the heart.

In fact, there are still many open and secret struggles among the various continents.Although Sword Immortal doesn't care about worldly affairs, Posuo is his hometown after all, if the continents fight, he can't just stand by and watch.

Eagle, who has been sitting on the northern edge of the world, finally couldn't stand the stone. How could he bear the dominance of the mountain valley emerging from the backcountry, tightening his belt and pulling out a sword demon from the mainland.

Relying on the vast land and resources, gathering the resources of the whole territory to recruit virtuous talents, trying to have the opportunity to be evenly matched with the mother-in-law.

The best choice for this person who is taking advantage of the opportunity is naturally the mysterious swordsman who has been widely rumored recently, the mysterious swordsman who failed to conceive a knife in Jinducheng.

There is no god in the world, it all depends on creation.

Countless capable men were sent out in the big world just to find clues about Zhou Feng. If there is no one to contribute to the flames, no fool would believe it.

Zhou Feng never cared about the fight between Yingzhou and Posuo. He was a man without a home and country. Perhaps Yingzhou also knew this, so he threw out an olive branch in an attempt to make No.1 of Ascension Realm into the One's own wings or "on the same thief ship".

Zhou Feng regards the knife as his life, but he has no interest in being the knife of others.

Although he knew that everyone was looking for him, Zhou Feng was not bothered much.

When he was in doubt, he had to thank Xuan Zhe again for keeping his whereabouts under wraps and not leaking any information.

My own future is to find the knife, and Xuanzhe probably wants to wait for his wife.Although the two of them were not on the same path, after getting along for so many days, he and Xuan Zhe could probably be regarded as friends who could talk to each other, right?

On the way to Huangcheng, Zhou Feng didn't come to remember that Xuan Zhe was drinking under the moon, his white clothes were fluttering, and there was no wind, it was really a beautiful scenery.

It's a pity that his Taoist companion is lost.

In his previous life, he did not know what kind of way he practiced, and he ended up in a ruined situation. Now he cultivates the way of ruthlessness in this life, so he naturally doesn't have the troubles of lovesickness like Xuan Zhe.

While sympathizing with Xuan Zhe, he was also a little melancholy.

The author says:

This chapter is background and may seem like a bit of a stretch.

Thank you uu who can continue to look down!