Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 532 How long will you hold on?

The winter plum blossoms are like jade, and the night is as cool as washing. The plum blossoms drift with the wind, and the fragmented petals brush over the desks in the courtyard.

"The frosty moon shines on the Confucian window, and the beautiful shadows are fragrant; the sword is not rust, but the shadow of the rainbow is long."

The ink on the writing on the case was still wet, and the blue and white figure standing in front of the case was softly reciting a poem, and hung the brush back to the pen stand.

Looking up at the moonlight, Ji Wuxia casually stretched her waist, then evaporated the ink stains with luck, and folded up the calligraphy and put it away. This was her special preparation for the sword review meeting in the sea of ​​swords.

The ancients said: Literati are less important than warriors; there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

Although Jianhai is a new organization in the sword world, it is not without resources and background. It is a method, a very good method, to recruit casual sword practitioners by evaluating swords, discussing swords, and forging swords.

The Jianghu of casual cultivators is different from those of the Three Religions. They do not have the guidance of senior experts and cannot learn systematically, but they can find another way to improve themselves by searching for and comprehending the tricks left by others. This kind of spirit is still worthy of praise.

Just like this talk about Sword Sea, although Ou Ye Shenqi is a disciple of Kaiwu Tiangong, Kaiwu Tiangong himself is extremely low-key and doesn't care about his reputation outside the casting world.

Under this premise, it is extremely difficult for Ouye Shenqi to still use his casting skills and contacts to contribute to the construction of this organization.

Using the sword marks left by Lin Chongyang in the past as a call, with the purpose of selecting and ranking the sword books of all families, no matter the background or the gimmick, it is enough.

Even experts in the sword world who don't care for fame and wealth will participate, because this is an opportunity, whether it is to observe the sword marks left by one person, or to prove their own way with the sword of others.

And the vast majority of grassroots swordsmen, whether they are going to watch the excitement, or want to increase their knowledge, will not let go of this opportunity.

As long as the reputation of this first session is established, the future development will be easy.

This swordsmanship meeting not only takes into account both the upper-level swordsmen and the lower-level swordsmen, but to a certain extent, it also provides a platform for many swordsmen to communicate regularly.

Ji Wuxia could foresee that the sword judging meeting ten years later would definitely be very exciting. Different sword theories collided with each other, bursting out sparks called inspiration. As far as human beings are concerned, the benefit is far greater than that of retreating.

Under the moonlight, the sheathed Mount Tairuo sword stood in the courtyard, as if left alone.

In front of the basin stand next to the desk, after washing off the ink stains on his hands, Ji Wuxia who had just picked up the wine bag from the desk turned his gaze out of the courtyard.

Suddenly, the breeze accompanied by the fragrance, from far to near, from vague to clear, accompanied by a cold voice, floated into the courtyard:
"The mountains and forests are bright and the bells are ringing in Guangshu, and the sound of Confucianism can't be concealed by the faint;

When Lin Chongyang returned to Defeng Ancient Road, it was still early in the morning, but when he returned to his residence, the moon was already high.

The two brothers chatted from noon to night, and re-arranged the affairs that needed to be adjusted and prepared in advance for the situation after Lin Chongyang solved the trouble.

The positioning of Confucianism has always been different from that of Buddhism and Taoism, so naturally it needs more thought.

The deep golden pupils meet the elegant blue pupils, the years are silent, the time is silent, time seems to be frozen at this moment, in the quiet courtyard, there is only the rustling sound of falling flowers.

The next moment, a white wine bag was thrown over.

Lin Chongyang basically doesn't drink alcohol, because he can't taste the sweetness in it, he only thinks it tastes very bitter and indescribable.

But at this moment, he did not refuse. After taking the wine bag, he pulled out the cork, lifted it up and took a sip.

At their level, there is not much difference between wine, tea, and water. The only thing that can decide everything is the heart of the person involved.

Walking to the stone table in the courtyard and sitting down, Lin Chongyang sipped the wine while Ji Wuxia just looked at him, neither of them said anything.

Even though his taste buds were filled with bitterness, Lin Chongyang faced the heaviness buried in the deepest part of his heart, as well as the shadows of swords and swords in the past years, and he was deeply moved for a while.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love, resentment and resentment, lack of desire, blazing five shades, and samsara of eight sufferings in the world, make a touch of fatigue, cover the original coldness, and appear between the eyebrows.

"Whoo~"

With a breath of turbid air being exhaled, Lin Chongyang returned the wine bag, and the camouflage floating on the surface also dissipated.

"How long has it been since you rested?"

Gently shaking the returned wine bag, Ji Wuxia looked at those deep golden pupils and asked.

The last time I saw him like this was in another time and space. At that time, his whole body was spinning continuously, running around for the common people without stopping.

She also invited him to get drunk together just like before, but they couldn't get drunk, and they didn't dare to get drunk.

Lin Chongyang didn't push himself any further, he relaxed and replied softly, "It's only a day."

"It's not like." The beautiful woman smiled half-smile, raised her wine bag and took a sip.

"At this moment, it's just a day, but the experience of this day is more complicated."

From the time he arranged for Fu Zixi to meet Yu Lijing to the present moment, counting the time, it was exactly twelve hours.

Although before that, he "rejuvenated" in Xiwulin for three days, but in the busy follow-up, he had already forgotten about it, or he should say, fortunately, he had rested earlier.

After calming down at this moment, looking back on the experience of this day, I can only describe it as if it was a lifetime away.

Ji Wuxia sighed softly: "It can be seen that there are more gray hairs than before."

In the falling red hair of the person in front of him, the touch of snow-white is stronger than before, and it must be a change in the "heart" that can affect the "appearance" of the innate person.

He raised his hand and stroked his hair, the changes that happened to him couldn't be hidden from the person concerned, but Lin Chongyang didn't care:
"Have it?"

"No?" Ji Wuxia laughed inwardly, and put the wine bag on the table.

"Then let it be."

Lin Chongyang knew what kind of state he was in at the moment, it was unavoidable, just let nature take its course.

Ji Wuxia looked serious: "How is your condition now?"

"It's okay, just meditate overnight."

He has confidence in himself, but the people around him obviously know him better.

As soon as the words fell, a white palm was stretched out, grasping his right wrist, followed by a strong force that could not be refused.

"I know that your cultivation base is advanced, but it is not for you to use it here."

With a serious expression, she stood up gracefully and calmly, and was about to pull him back into the room. Given his state, he obviously needed to rest rather than meditate.

"..."

His gaze met those eyes, perhaps the expression was too serious, mixed with deep worry, Lin Chongyang stood up, but he didn't know how to refuse.

"How long will you hold on?"

Without waiting for an answer, he saw Ji Wuxia stepping forward, pulling the person back and walking back. Feeling the powerful force coming from his wrist, Lin Chongyang shook his head helplessly and gave up resisting.

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Sleeping on the same bed was nothing new for the two of them.

The continuous running around caused physical and mental exhaustion, coupled with the peace of mind that his other half was by his side, although Lin Chongyang felt a little helpless, he still let go of his thoughts, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Looking at the peaceful side face, Ji Wuxia sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep slowly.

(End of this chapter)