Heavenly practice

Qin Huang wandered outside the cave for ten days before going in, and saw the boy lying on the bed.

The young man stared blankly at the dark cave above his head, like a misty cloud that would disperse when the wind blows.

Qin Huang covered his eyes with his hand, and slowly moved away after a while, those eyes were looking at him.

Cold and indifferent, empty.

Qin Huang thought of Shen Zhuo's eyes looking at Changming's back before he died in Huangtian Miwai, full of sadness, as if he had lost his attachment to this world, and there was nothing that could make him look again.

But there was no sadness in those eyes, nothing, not him.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, and finally just turned around and left.

The person behind him suddenly rushed up, he turned around and held the hand holding the knife, the young man's red eyes were close at hand, and the other hand was firmly pressed into his flesh, as if he hated him so much, the voice Hoarse and trembling.

"Even though I have told myself thousands of times to endure and wait for the moment of revenge, I still can't help but want to cut you into pieces at the moment I see you, Qin Huang, I can't wait to cut off your body with my own hands!" Every piece of meat—"

"..."

Qin Huang looked at these crazy eyes and suddenly smiled. He closed his eyes and laughed muffledly, then opened them to meet the killing intent in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Then I will wait."

"what--"

Xue Junmi roared, and stabbed the dagger in his hand with all his strength, and then passed out again.

Qin Huang reached out to catch him indifferently, then embraced him again, slowly closed his eyes and hugged him for a long time before putting him down.

He stood by the bed and watched for an unknown amount of time. When he turned around, the sky outside the cave had already completely darkened, and the bright and clean moon hung alone in the dark sky.

Qin Huang stood at the entrance of the cave and looked up at the solitary crescent moon, his flirtatious and handsome face looked a little bewildered under the hazy moonlight.

This night was the first time he met Xue Junmi after Zhentianmen was destroyed. Before that, he didn't dare to see those eyes again, and he didn't know why.

On the second day, Xue Junmi was much quieter, but Qin Huang didn't rush to approach him until Xue Junmi suddenly spoke.

"Where are you taking me?"

"..."

As if he had been awakened, he put on a familiar joke and walked over, "Go wherever you want, go to a place where you can temper your sword heart."

So Xue Junmi remained silent again, and stopped talking after that, and when Qin Huang realized this, they had already set foot on a completely strange land, where all the people carried swords, but they were not monks, let alone sword cultivators , they called themselves swordsmen.

For the first time, Xue Junmi saw something in his eyes. He looked at the land, and there was a trace of hope in his empty eyes, like a drowning person seeing driftwood.

Qin Huang also raised the corners of his mouth. He looked at the swordsman in front of him and said, "This is your first step—here, you can defeat 1 people without using spiritual energy."

Xue Junmi had almost forgotten that he was a monk when he defeated the 1th person, and 80 years had passed in the blink of an eye.

In the first 50 years or so, people came to challenge him almost every day, but the more famous he became, the fewer people came to challenge him, because his sword finally began to be stained with blood, and he no longer shy away from killing opponents. His life ended in his hands, and he also learned to be indifferent.

In the next 30 years, he has become a legend in this land. When he defeated the last man, he only hesitated for a moment before cutting off the opponent's neck.

Then he stood quietly holding the sword for a long time, until Qin Huang came towards him, he looked up at the sky above his head and said lightly, "You want me to live like you."

Qin Huang looked at his back and didn't speak.

The next moment, Xue Junmi, who had grown into a young man, turned his head and looked at him, "But I will never, because the sword in my heart was left by Master."

He dropped the ancient sword in his hand that had been passed down for thousands of years, and walked forward with blood all over the place.

Qin Huang looked down at the sword, bent down to pick it up, and heeled it up.

That night, they left that land and embarked on another journey. When Xue Junmi leaned against a thick tree and looked up at the stars above him, Qin Huang walked up to him and handed him a sword. .

The sword is slender and light, the body of the sword is as clear as a swimming dragon, the intent of the sword is as sharp as water, and the patterns appear and disappear from time to time, like mountains and mist, ethereal and uncertain. Although it is not as majestic as the previous ancient sword, it has a powerful aura.

The only shortcoming is that the central part of the sword has been repaired and the sword has been broken.

Except for the broken mark, every pattern and every wear and tear of the sword is so familiar that he can't be more familiar with it.

It was the first sword in his life, and it was also the sword given to him by his master when he established his foundation and worshiped at Zhentianmen.

Xue Junmi took the sword with both hands, hugged it tightly in his arms, bowed his head deeply, a drop of tears fell on the sword, and the long sword hummed, as if he was also happy to see his disobedient master.

Qin Huang turned and left, and found a tree not far away to lie down. After an unknown period of time, he heard a low sobbing sound, like a whining nightingale, like an orphaned young swallow.

Qin Huang slowly opened his eyes, looked at the stars above his head, and reached out to caress his heart.

At that moment, he knew that he would definitely lose this battle.

Because his heart seemed to be ripped open, and those low sobs were like a knife cutting his heart, mercilessly.

Sadly, he will eventually become someone else's sword-testing stone. Fortunately, that person's surname is Xue and his name is Junmi.

A hundred years later, once again set foot on the territory of Great Xia, the stories of the mysterious outside of Huangtian have already become legends, the Tianmen of Qinyang Mountain Town has also become a barren mountain, and the name of Bajian Xiao Wuya has turned into dust.

Xue Junmi was sitting in the teahouse where monks gathered, listening to them talking about the demigod on Santu Peak who sent troops to besiege Daxia and Tianming Pavilion, and also said that beside the demigod there was another young man who looked like Shen Zhuo .

Someone asked curiously, "Who is Shen Zhuo?"

At this time, the teahouse suddenly fell silent, so more people were curious and rushed to ask.

The person who spoke took a sip of his tea, sighed long and long, and opened his mouth after making a full posture, "Shen Zhuo, that is a mortal full of mystery... You have heard about the opening of the Huangtian Secret Realm a hundred years ago ?”

Xue Junmi looked up and saw an unfamiliar face, so he lost interest and drank his tea indifferently.

Qin Huang kept looking at him, and suddenly smiled, "Would you like to meet? I heard that he is in Void Realm now."

Xue Junmi didn't even look at him, drinking tea and looking at the street with people coming and going under the restaurant with a calm expression, as if he didn't hear him.

Qin Huang has long been used to his appearance, but this is the first time he mentions someone from before, but this person in front of him is extremely calm, and he doesn't even change his eyes.

The boy from back then seemed to have finally become what he wanted, with only the sword in his eyes, but he still felt that it was not enough.

When Ye was resting in a cave, Qin Huang leaned against the mountain wall and watched the flames of the fire, and when he heard the faint breathing in his ear, he suddenly said, "Talk to me, Jun Mi, Anything is fine."

"..."

"Say you hate me, say you want to kill me, whatever, I'm listening."

"..."

The burning fire made a beeping sound, and the cave was silent.

Qin Huang turned his head and looked behind him, there was a figure reclined there, with his back to him, quietly, as if he had already fallen asleep.

But Qin Huang knew that the other party didn't sleep, because they didn't need sleep for a long time, and in the past hundred years, the young man had never slept by his side once.

He suddenly remembered how many years ago the two of them lay together on the floor. He squeezed into each other's bed, absorbing the other's body temperature and faint refreshing fragrance, the boy's frightened eyes and shy refusal.

He couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

He slowly moved over, hugged the young man's waist against his thin back, gently hugged him in his arms, put his cheeks close to the soft hair, and slowly closed his eyes.

The person with his back to him opened his eyes, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.