Comprehensive martial arts pen to punish the world

Mu Shu knew that Zhu Qiqi could be coaxed by her story, and Hua Manlou would listen to it to save face, but to Ximen Chuuxue, it didn't attract much attention.

Besides, this improvised story is indeed too rough.

During the period when Mu Shu was telling the story, the maids of the Cangjian Villa had already sent tea tables, low stools, tea and fruit trays, ice cream, and other things astutely.Mu Shu glanced enviously at the milky ice cream, and silently took a sip of his hot sweet sugar water.In this situation where most foods are tabooed, sweets have become Mu Shu's only hobby. Although she still can't overdo it, it is also a way for her to taste a little bit.And the more time passed, the more medicine he drank, Mu Shu liked the sweet taste more and more.

Life is so bitter, it's not wrong to love sweets, right?

Looking at Zhu Qiqi's crying face like a kitten, Mu Shu actually felt a little vague envy, just like envying the bowl of ice cream.Only when she loses her health can she realize the value of life. In her current body, she can't even express her emotions with great joy and sorrow. It is more rotten than rotten wood.

Taking a sip of the warm sugar water, Mu calmed down his emotions, and then smiled and said, "Qi Qi, don't cry, you forgot that Li Bai is a pear flower demon, the third life is lonely, this is just the first life."

Zhu Qiqi was stunned for a moment, her red lips were slightly parted, and the corners of her eyes were filled with tears, I felt pity for the pear blossoms with rain.She twitched her delicate little nose, choked up and said, "There are still two lives?"

"Yes, there are still two more lives. Li Bai's love calamity should be on Xiao Qing's body. There is no fate in this life, and it will continue in the next life." Mu Shu smiled slightly, and filled the teacups of the three of them casually.West Lake Longjing is a new tea this year. Although the taste is not as mellow as old tea, it is tender and fresh like a spring scene, and it is full of fragrance in the mouth.Hua Manlou smiled and held up the teacup with a gentle and elegant demeanor.On the contrary, Ximen Chuuxue looked at her more, and he didn't show the hostile repulsion he had when they first met, but he never took the teacup, just holding the sword, without saying a word.

Mu Shu moistened his somewhat dry throat, and then told Zhu Qiqi's story of the Second Li Bai under Zhu Qiqi's worried but expectant eyes.

Compared with the blazing fire of the first story, this story is extraordinarily long and dull.

"Zhuo Wanhan is a swordsman with a sword but no heart."

Zhuo Wanhan had a miserable fate. He sent away his biological mother when he was born, and sent away his biological father ten years later. The family hated him and hated him, regarded him as a evil star, and kicked him out of the house.Fortunately, there was an old Taoist with white eyebrows who accepted him as his apprentice and taught him swordsmanship, so he didn't let him live a life of starvation.But even so, no matter how talented and beautiful Zhuo Wanhan is, he grew up under the hatred of his father and his clansmen, he doesn't understand love and hate, he doesn't understand right and wrong, no matter how superb his swordsmanship is, he has no emotion inside.

The old man with white eyebrows asked him to enter the world to experience the way of the sword. Before he left, the old man with white eyebrows only asked him one question:

"Teacher, what is the purpose of drawing the sword?"

Zhuo Wanhan's face was like frost and snow, his heart was like a child, and he said: "The purpose of drawing the sword is to return the sheath."

The white-browed old man smiled and didn't speak. He just asked him to go down the mountain to the world, and told him: "Next time, next time I see you again, and I will tell you your answer."

As soon as Mu Shu talked about the sword, he sneaked a look, and saw Ximen Chuuxue's complexion was not good.Presumably, in the heart of this son of swordsmanship, "Ye Mushu" is the most unqualified person in the whole world to discuss swordsmanship.Mu Shu smiled wryly in his heart, but his face remained calm, this story is not so much used to make up the numbers, it is better to say it is used to test Ximen Chuuxue's bottom line.

What is the love that can move Ximen Chuuxue?

Mu Shu was thinking about something, but the story continued smoothly.This story has been conceived in her mind for a long time, and it is also the first story she got a passing grade.Rather than saying that this is a touching and beautiful love story, or a rivers and lakes novel in which a swordsman reaches the peak, it is better that this is just a pure story of two idiots.

A swordsman who is obsessed with swords, and a swordsmith who is obsessed with swords, they fell in love with each other.So for the sake of their own way and each other's way, they put themselves on a poor road.

In fact, the story can be roughly divided into four stages, and it is also based on the old Taoist question to explain Zhuo Wanhan's succession and succession in his life.

What surprised Mu Shu was that Ximen Chuuxue didn't leave in a huff, but gradually became fascinated by it.As far as she is concerned, this story is actually a bit dull, and the real turning point is after Zhuo Wanhan meets Li Bai's reincarnation.Because when writing this story, the person Mu Shu thought of was Ximen Chuuxue, so the story inevitably brought out some similarities.

Zhuo Wanhan traveled the rivers and lakes, slashing countless swordsmen with his hands, refining swords with blood, and slashing a blood-stained path.For five years, he asked all the heroes in the world, step by step towards the top, every time he dueled with someone, he would ask his opponent a sentence: "What is the purpose of drawing the sword?"

He has received many, many answers, but none of them are the direction of the Tao in his heart. Therefore, facing the news from the white-browed old man Gu Yan, he replied:

"A sword is a murder weapon, drawing a sword is for killing."

Hearing this, Hua Manlou couldn't help but frowned slightly, as if he didn't agree with this point of view, Ximen Chuuxue, on the other hand, nodded unconsciously.

However, Zhuo Wanhan's answer still did not get his master's approval, and a letter sent from a distant place replied: "Ten years later, the disciple will give me another answer."

Zhu Qiqi was still young, although he was fascinated, he was really curious, so he asked, "Then what is the answer to this question?"

Mu Shu smiled lightly: "There is no answer to this question."

Zhuo Wanhan met Li Bai's reincarnation because he wanted the sharpest sword in the world, so this sword idiot met the swordsmith.At that time, Zhuo Wanhan was already a well-known swordsman in the world, but Li Bai only lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests, and was once the descendant of the best swordsmith in the world.Zhuo Wanhan wanted a sword, but Li Bai told him that there is no best swordsmith in the world anymore, because the best swordsmith is her father, and although she has learned his father's skills, she has no A sword can surpass the masterpieces of his father during his lifetime.

Zhuo Wanhan felt that it was because he was not sincere enough, so he told Li Bai that he was willing to wait until she forged the best sword in the world.

"So they met, got acquainted, knew each other, fell in love, got married, and became husband and wife." Mu Shu was talking, but his eyes gradually brightened.Immersed in the story, she seemed to glimpse the magical and beautiful tip of the iceberg in another world, so that she entered a certain state and couldn't extricate herself, "Zhuo Wanhan's pale and monotonous world only has blood and killing, but Li Bai taught What is his compassion and what is love? She told him how beautiful the wild flowers in the jungle are, how clear the mountain streams are, and even told him to have respect and compassion for life when holding a sword."

"Even if it's burying your enemy, even if it's stabbing a sword into another swordsman's heart, you must understand that their lives are unique and more precious than anything else."

Such remarks obviously did not seem like words that a seven-year-old child could utter. Zhu Qiqi seemed to understand but half understood, but Hua Manlou was amazed, and said: "This is a great kindness."

Ten years later, the old Taoist with white eyebrows sent the letter again. At that time, Zhuo Wanhan, who had lost his charm and settled down with the passage of time, his answer was protection and compassion.Because of the person he loves, he has an extra weakness. In order to protect his weakness, he can only strengthen himself endlessly until the sword in his hand can protect the beauty in his heart.

Ximen Chuuxue was noncommittal, but Mu Shu was completely immersed in the story and forgot to observe their reactions.In the past, when she told stories, no matter how unsuitable for her age, the people in Hidden Sword Villa laughed it off, pampered and protected her, and it was right that they were the truths told to her by the big or third villa owners.With her brothers covering her, no one was thinking about anything, but at this time she entered the realm, ecstatic, her eyes were as bright as stars, but she was staring at the unknown distance, there was a kind of vague and desolate distance, unexpectedly for a while. It seemed mysterious.

Zhuo Wanhan's sword encountered a bottleneck. The longer he practiced, the deeper his inner strength became, but his sword became softer and gentler, losing the sharpness of his youth.Noticing the change of the sword, he began to feel confused and at a loss. He knew that this should not be his way, but he couldn't change this situation.For a sword idiot, this is undoubtedly the greatest torture, and for a person who loves him, his sadness is undoubtedly the most unbearable pain, how can Li Bai have the heart to let him stop here?

Li Bai started to forge the sword, the gentler Zhuo Wanhan's sword was, the sharper the sword she forged.Three feet of autumn water was hidden in the box, and she finally forged a sword that could surpass her father, cold and cold.Sword idiots have their own ways, and swordsmiths also have their own ways, so that day, Li Bai stared at him tenderly and told him that she wanted to forge the sharpest sword in the world.

"Is that cast? What exactly is Zhuo Wanhan's way?" Zhu Qiqi put his hands on his cheeks, his bright autumn eyes were full of brilliance, shining brightly, "I don't seem to understand it very well, but it sounds very reasonable. .”

Mu Shu was abruptly groaned by Zhu Qiqi, an idiot, and immediately regained his sanity by three points, feeling rather speechless in his heart.She raised her hand and tapped her head, and when she came back to her senses, a sense of powerlessness swept over her.Her body was useless so far, just telling a slightly long story, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

Time can boil the slightest sadness into the pain of tarsal maggots. Li Bai didn't make a sword at all, but sacrificed his life, his own life, to fulfill Zhuo Wanhan's supreme swordsmanship.

The best sword has a soul, and can resonate with its master after a long period of running-in. Li Bai devoted all her efforts to express her understanding of the way of sword making, her love for Zhuo Wanhan, and all her attachment to him. Both Lian and Ling turned into spirits in the sword.A point is made by the sword, and a point is lost by her. She finally forged the sharpest sword in the world, but her soul has returned to Jiuquan.

She finished her way, she forged the best sword in the world, and died a martyr just like her father.

But Zhuo Wanhan fulfilled his original intention more than ten years later, obtained the best sword in the world, and became the number one swordsman in the world. I don't know.But he has nothing but a sword that entrusts all the love of his wife.

This turning point was so abrupt that Zhu Qiqi's eyes widened unconsciously, and he said in disbelief, "What the hell is this?! Is his Tao just nothing?!"

"How can there be nothing? Li Bai's love has accompanied him all his life, but his loneliness and loneliness have been to the bone. He has endured wind, rain, frost and snow alone. He holds the sword with white hair and snow hair, and he can be regarded as accompanying her when she grows old. Looking at her white head." Mu Shu coughed lightly, looked at the flustered maid in the distance, couldn't help but pursed her lips, and quietly revealed the final ending of the story, bringing the story to an end, " He didn't wait for Master's fourth questioning."

The old Taoist with white eyebrows was old and passed away, and he never sent him a letter.However, when Zhuo Wanhan's deadline was approaching, he just calmly put down his sword and said his answer.

"Draw the sword, just for yourself."

"A swordsman's life is full of chaos, great joy and anger, sadness and silence, where are there so many reasons? So many causes and effects?" Mu Shu seemed tired, and his words softened, but there was still a trace of tiredness "Practice the sword and cultivate the heart, and forge the sword to forge the heart. Ten years of hard work can cultivate a sword heart, and a thousand tempers can also produce a sword heart. Li Bai and Zhuo Wanhan both have their own way, and both have their own way." Jian Xin, the so-called Taoism in the morning, can die in the evening, but it is a supreme self, the principle of life, a life with no regrets and no regrets, that's all."

"After Zhuo Wanhan's death, there will no longer be the world's number one swordsman, nor will there be the world's number one sword."

"Because the place where his bones were buried is where her sword was broken, and there is nothing to regret."

Mu Shu ended the long story calmly, but there was silence in the yard for a moment, only the rustling of the wind, like a frightening dream, a kind of regret and regret deeper than sighing.