Su Bian Cultivation World

After hearing this, Luo Cang put down the wine jar involuntarily just after holding it halfway up.

Luo Jiujiang looked drunk, lying on the ground half sitting and half lying down.His expression was full of the vigor and vigor of a young man who was fledgling.

"Your saber technique has only determination but no killing intent. I called you here today because I wanted to take you to kill people." Luo Cang looked at Luo Jiujiang with a dazed expression on his face, "But right now... I'll change it. idea.

"A talent and beauty like you should only be comprehended by yourself and let the world sculpt." Luo Cang seemed to have a feeling, "If anyone wants to paint you with any color for his own thoughts, that's really the first class." Burning zithers and boiling cranes is a disappointment."

Here he was entangled in thinking a few times, and even sighed a few times in a youthful manner.On the other side, Luo Jiujiang had already gotten drunk, pushed away the wine jar and leaned on his arms, taking the sky as his bed and the ground as his seat, and fell asleep without any distracting thoughts.

It's quite comfortable.

Finally, he glanced at Luo Jiujiang, who was sleeping soundly with a relaxed face, and raised the wine jar on the ground again, with a rare non-ironic smile on his face: "Let's drink this cup... respect Jade in the rough."

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Han Qianling sat quietly under the deep snowflake tree in the courtyard of Luo Jiujiang, frowning tightly.

The string of Buddhist beads on his wrist had long been untied and held in his hand, and he counted them one by one more than ten times.He even chewed two of the deep snowflakes specially planted to calm his mind.

However, all these calming methods that have been used so well in the past have all lost their effect.

Han Qianling knew in her heart why she was restless now.

Since Luo Cang can reveal his biggest secret in one go, his identity must not be simple.If he hadn't confirmed that he had no malice towards Luo Jiujiang, he would not have let Luo Jiujiang go to the appointment today.

However, watching Luo Jiujiang walk up to the man he had no confidence in dealing with was like putting his most precious treasure into the wolf's mouth.It makes people feel irritated and angry.

Not only the self-blame and powerlessness of not being able to keep the treasures in his arms, but also the pity of seeing the beautiful jade falling in the mud, the white feathers covered with dust, and the brocade being trampled underfoot—how could the wolf know the preciousness of pearls and jade?How can others recognize Luo Jiujiang's rareness at a glance?

As soon as Han Qianling grasped the Buddhist beads in his hand, when he opened his eyes again, there was a faint glint of deep dark blue in his pupils.A deep snowflake the size of an adult's palm floated down in the air, Han Qianling shook his head and bit between his teeth, and swallowed it into his stomach in two or three bites.

As soon as the sweet and fragrant petals are swallowed down the throat, a stream of clear energy rises from the dantian and goes straight to the sky.Coordinating with the medicinal properties of the two deep snowflakes he swallowed earlier, Han Qianling took a deep breath, taking this opportunity to recall some past events that could calm him down.

The past about Luo Jiujiang.

When he was young, he was ignorant of the seven emotions and the six emotions, but his evil thoughts were extremely clear.Those flowers, birds, plants and trees that are admired by the world as scenery, in his eyes, every inch is soaked with blood.

If it weren't for the example of a crazy Chen family who dominated the Lingtai purely with resentment, he didn't want to go back to Chen's old ways, so he desperately used his reason to restrain the unprovoked anger in his heart, Han Qianling might have already entered the evil heresy.

At that time, he used many methods to suppress his emotions. Often when the mixed malice surged up in his heart, Han Qianling would let go of all his thoughts and find some repetitive and mechanical things to do.

Chopping firewood, carrying water, tearing grass, lighting a fire... He can even tie little girls' flower knots. He can look at the most complicated dragon and phoenix Chengxiang knot in the hands of the island maid, and he can tie it from beginning to end without stopping. The time of burning incense.

But everything is only temporary.Over time, when things are done well, it is inevitable that distracting thoughts will float in the mind.At this point, Han Qianling had to change his method.

When he met Luo Jiujiang for the first time, it happened that he changed to a new method: counting abacus beads.

The sudden intensification of evil thoughts does not pick the right time. Han Qianling has encountered several urgent moments when he needs to sit cross-legged on the road and untie the abacus to move grain by grain.People often passed by, pointing at him who was sitting on the side of the road fiddling with his abacus, talking about his life experience and Chen's mental state, and laughing at his family that a crazy woman gave birth to a stupid son.

It was at this time that Luo Jiujiang came to him.

Seeing Han Qianling flicking the beads without distraction, Luo Jiujiang didn't bother, but just sat down beside him.He waited for a full hour and three quarters until Han Qianling's mood stabilized and put away the abacus in his hand, before Luo Jiujiang said, "Does this abacus have any special meaning to you?"

Han Qianling shook his head coldly.

Luo Jiujiang smiled: "Then I know, I will come to you tomorrow."

It was the full fifteenth month that night, and the aura between heaven and earth was stronger than usual.As usual, Han Qianling avoided the Chen family who was speaking harshly in the room, and climbed on an ambergris tree to meditate.When he was cultivating, he accidentally cast a glance at the Luo family, and vaguely saw a silhouette of a room in the other family's room reflected by the window, and the lights in the room did not stop until it was ugly.

The next day, Luo Jiujiang came to Han Qianling as promised, and he handed Han Qianling a string of Buddhist beads, each of which exuded the unique woody fragrance of newly polished wood.

Suddenly, Han Qianling thought of the lamp that stayed on until dawn in the Luo Clan's field last night.

He tentatively asked, "Have you been grinding all night?"

Luo Jiujiang smiled and said, "There's no way, after all, you're born with hands."

"Why did you give me this?" Han Qianling raised his eyes and asked him.

"Didn't you dial the abacus bead because you were in a bad mood? Using Buddha beads instead of the abacus won't be so noisy from behind."

Luo Jiujiang hung the bead on Han Qianling's wrist. The bead had been placed in Luo Jiujiang's arms before, and his chest warmed it to a very pleasant temperature.

Han Qianling twisted the string of beads, and the one hundred and eight round wooden beads shook slightly in front of his eyes.He was a little surprised: "You know I'm in a bad mood?"

"It's so obvious!" Luo Jiujiang bent his eyes unabashedly, "By your side, the wind won't even laugh."

When Han Qianling's mood is depressed to a certain extent, it will indeed stop the wind around him from flowing.And the malice surging in his heart is always so clear, so the wind around him has always been deep and dead.

However, he never thought that such a small matter would be noticed by others.

And the wind is laughing... What kind of metaphor is this?

That evening, Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang climbed to the tallest needle willow tree on the island.They sat side by side on a strong branch, and Han Qianling listened intently to Luo Jiujiang's whining leaf flute.

The evening wind under the setting sun passed by the two of them, and Han Qianling heard the wind's laughter amidst the clumsy flute of the boy beside him.

At that moment, the emotion that had been stunned was like waking up from a dream, like a blind man walking in the dark suddenly saw the color, and like the tasteless white water finally tasted sweetness, for the first time in his life, Han Qianling After clearing away the heavy fog in front of his heart, the malice that had been entrenched on the high ground receded slowly like a tide, and he himself intuitively and purely felt what joy and happiness are.

At that moment, the boy next to Han Qianling poohed the unpalatable leaves towards the sunset, his face was covered with a layer of golden light cast by the sunset.

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Luo Jiujiang was woken up by a heavy rainstorm.

When he fell asleep, he lay on the ground without paying attention, but now he sat up suddenly and found that his head was low and his feet were high, and his head was pillowed in a pothole - he said why the dream was full of noises The sound of water, it's because the rain has been pouring into his ears!

Wiping off the rainwater all over his face, Luo Jiujiang looked around to confirm that Luo Cang was really not in the yard, and all the fire and wine jars around him were cleaned up.

Luo Jiujiang: "..." The yard has been rearranged, but he is the only one left here, until he is woken up by the rain.The gentleman I have just met is not only bad-mouthed, but also really good at being a man.

Just as he jumped up and patted the mud on his body casually, the door of the house not far away suddenly opened.The familiar sound of squeaking wheelchairs reappeared in the small courtyard.Even though it is raining heavily and the sky is filled with the sound of splashing water, the sound of the wheelchair still comes to Luo Jiujiang's ears clearly and leisurely.

Luo Jiujiang turned his head and saw that Luo Cang was sitting under the eaves with a big black umbrella, looking at him indifferently.

Before Luo Jiujiang got under the big umbrella held up by Luo Cang, Luo Cang casually flicked a stone on Luo Jiujiang's chest, knocking him back a step: "Get out."

What kind of nerve is this?Luo Jiujiang shrugged inexplicably, turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.But before he took two or three steps, Luo Cang's voice came again: "You were not allowed to leave the yard. Stand in the rain and draw your knife."

Luo Jiujiang himself is not very angry.He has a humorous personality, can get along well with everyone, and even has a very generous generosity most of the time.

In view of the deceased younger brother in Luo Cang's genealogy and his own disabled legs, although Luo Jiujiang didn't show it on the surface, he already had a kind of "good, good, good, good" towards him in his heart like facing his own old lady. You can say whatever you want, as long as you can make you happy." The indulgent attitude.

So now that he was woken up by the cold rain, didn't even cover him with an umbrella, and was forced back into the rain by a stone, Luo Jiujiang just smiled and drew out his knife as Luo Cang wanted.

"Let's dance the knife." Luo Cang closed his eyes, and said this sentence as if resting his mind: "You don't have an umbrella, but only a knife. If you want to avoid being poured, you should practice your knife well."

"Do not……"

Luo Cang suddenly opened his eyes: "Why say no? What dissatisfaction do you have?"

His expression had always been very alienated and indifferent, but now he suddenly became aggressive, with an indescribable sharpness, as if the cold wind blowing against his face when a peerless magic soldier was unsheathed.

"I don't have any dissatisfaction." Luo Jiujiang was taken aback by this change in Luo Cang, "I just want to say, I have an umbrella, and I put one in my storage bag. Besides, why I have to practice swords without an umbrella?"

Is there any logical relationship between the two?If there is no umbrella, it is normal to run to the eaves to shelter from the rain at the first time.

Luo Cang laughed again.He often has this kind of smile when facing Luo Jiujiang. Luo Jiujiang can't accurately distinguish the meaning, but he can feel that there is a little tolerance and a little self-deprecating in that smile.In addition, there is actually a bit of warm taste.

"Don't worry about the umbrella, let's practice the knife." Luo Cang said softly: "I forgot, you are only 14 years old, and you have been growing up on the island, and you have never heard of those methods outside. You have to dance your knife, When your knife is fast enough, it won't get wet from the rain."