As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 357 Chapter 356: Red Dust Fairy

The setting sun is like blood.

Ancient road, thin horse.

The horse is walking on the road, and the man is holding the horse, coming slowly like a walk.

The man was dressed in red, and two people walking together looked like fiery red clouds.

She has a girlish appearance and figure, but it gives people an unimaginable pressure.

An old man stood in front of the old courtyard, looking at the two people strolling towards the end of the street. There was nostalgia, sigh, and indescribable complexity in his eyes.

It was as if the two people had walked out of time. He vaguely remembered that when they first met, the other person was dressed in red and sitting with him talking, while the other person was sitting on a stone by the river fishing quietly.

Now he is old, but the other person's appearance remains the same as when they first met.

"Long time no see." The other party said, and the familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded again after decades.

"Indeed...long time no see."

It was also by relying on the method of inner breath that he healed the hidden wounds left when he traveled across the world.

The other party said: "——Have you ever heard of many anecdotes about the famous heroes who went to sea to seek immortality?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said: "One day in the sky, one year on the earth?"

The old man said: "There is also a man named Qiu. His sword..." He fell into memories, and after a moment he shook his head and said: "A sword with magical properties. That sword has not changed, but it contains many elements of swordsmanship. Essence, it left an impression on me.”

When you reach the top, there are only two possibilities. One is to stand at the top and see everything clearly, knowing that there is no next step. The other is that the stronger you are, the more you feel your own insignificance.

The other party said: "I thought you would find a boat, sit on it and die alone, waiting for the people in the world to find and challenge you. After all, you are the best sword in the world."

The old man said: "Oh? I think it must be something special."

The other party asked: "Is he the only one?"

The old man said: "There was a young man named Ding Peng who defeated many famous swordsmen with a meteor from the sky... Later he came to challenge me."

The old man shook his head, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Without the guidance back then, I would not have lived this long."

He fears the first and hopes for the second.

The old man said: "If you hadn't become immortals in front of me, maybe I would have gone to sea to look for Penglai Immortal Mountain more than ten years ago when I could no longer move forward... But I know you were not overseas."

The other party said: "In that case, you must have met a lot of swordsmen."

The old man said: "When you first became immortals, during those twenty years, I did exactly that!"

The other party looked at him for a while and suddenly said: "Don't you want to ask about the method of immortality?"

The other party said: "There should be a fatal flaw in the meteor outside the sky."

The other party said: "Is the fifteenth sword the end?"

He is proficient in medicine, and he uses Ma Fei Powder to scrape bones and cure poison. He can be called a miracle doctor with superb medical skills. After studying the inner breath method taught by the other party, he has devoted himself to studying it for many years.

"I always thought that one day I would see you again in this world of mortals. I didn't expect that this separation would last for decades."

"People get old, and I am too old to hold a sword now." The old man smiled and slowly shook his head, "If it was twenty years ago, I could still fight you with a sword, but now... "

The other party fell silent and said, "For us, it's far from that long."

The old man said: "I've seen a lot of them, but they're all just mediocre people. Only once in a while does a young man show up to make people happy."

The old man said: "Of course, could it be..."

"It's not wrong to understand this..."

Talking about the swordsmen over the years, the old man was neither disappointed nor happy. It was a great blessing to meet Xie Xiaofeng, not to mention the immortal in front of him.

"The gods on land are immortals, and the immortals on earth are also immortals." The old man smiled and said: "In the eyes of people like me, you are immortals."

The other party was surprised: "Have you ever had this idea?"

A light flashed in his eyes, "Is it possible to see the Immortal Sword now?"

That is the essence that they have refined by combining their own internal skills and the profound secrets of the twelve classics in Lianhua Baojian.

The old man said: "In the past, when I could still hold a sword, there was not a day that went by that I didn't want to find you."

"Indeed."

"To be honest, I didn't expect that we would see each other again. This is a surprise, old friends reunited." The other party also sighed.

The other party smiled, and the young face was still as bright as the first time she saw him. She looked at the old man in front of her, paused for a moment and said, "I'll tell you a secret."

The old man said: "Oh? You also know? Yes, although that sword technique has defeated many people, it is only a little interesting in my opinion, but his talent is very good, so I let him go back. Maybe he can continue to practice. A day that can really challenge me!”

The other party said: "Oh?"

The other party's smile seemed to be a prank, which made the old man slightly stunned. After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said: "Fortunately, I didn't build a ship to go to sea."

Witnessing the Flying Immortal with your own eyes is both a blessing and a tragedy.

At first, he abandoned his sword because he thought he had reached the top and thought Xie Xiaofeng was dead. Fortunately, the person in front of him gave him the second hope.

The old man slowly straightened his back, as if the past years had returned again. A gleam flashed in his eyes, making him look much younger.

"Of course we are not overseas, we have just been wallowing in the world of mortals."

The other party was silent for a long time and said: "I lied to you. In fact, I am not an immortal, just the peak of martial arts. Just like you, I am looking for the path behind martial arts in this world of mortals."

He slowly straightened his back.

"Instead of asking immortals to teach you how to do it, the only thing I hope to see is your unsheathed sword."

The other party looked at him for a moment and then said, "Okay."

"The place here is too small, let's wait a few days."

After agreeing on a location, the two women led the horses away again, as if time had never left a mark on them.

The autumn sun has set, and the fallen leaves are fluttering.

The red color disappeared around the corner, and the old man stood there for a long time. He vaguely thought that he was still on the ship back then, and that the other party was just a martial arts master.

The road to seeking the truth has always been bleak.

As the sun set and dusk approached, the old man turned around and returned to the ancient courtyard. He has lived in seclusion here for a long time and has not been seen in the world for a long time. His name and his sword are occasionally mentioned in the world.

Now he has aged terribly. The twilight is darker.

There were only a few people walking on the street, and eight more people appeared in the dusk.

"I heard that Yan Shisan, the best swordsman in the world, lived here in seclusion in the past, so be careful!"

"Boss, is he already dead?"

"It's hard to say. Even if he doesn't die, it's not too much to say that he is still alive at his age. As long as we can get his sword or the sword manual..."

While talking in low voices, eight people with eight swords quietly arrived outside the small courtyard wall.

The oldest one is nearly forty and has been living in Kansai. His original "Flying Flowers and Falling Rain" is famous in Kansai.

This time he came here just to find Yan Shisan.

The youngest one is a rising star in the world and the most outstanding disciple of Kongtong Sect.

The Kongtong sect has lost its talents in recent years and has become lonely. It no longer has the prestige of the seven major sects, but their unique martial arts still has its own uniqueness.

He has talent and is willing to endure hardship.

His heart is cruel enough.

The other six people are of course also masters.

Among them was a big man holding a heavy sword, which seemed to weigh more than thirty kilograms. He was completely dark, but in his hand it was as light as nothing.

Eight people took advantage of the cover of night and silently rolled into the courtyard.

The courtyard was silent, with red maples and yellow chrysanthemums. Night was approaching. The old man lit the candles, and the silver hair on his head was dyed with a warm color by the candlelight. His shadow was reflected on the window of the room, like an ordinary old man.

Several people entered the door, the candlelight flickered, a wisp of wind blew by, and a few drops of blood were stained on the screen window, which was wiped away by an old hand holding a cloth.

"I can't lift the sword, I just can't hit the immortal, but I'm still Yan Shisan."

He looked out the window at the autumn stars and sighed slowly.

Suddenly, the world is far away, but we are still in the world. As long as you are a member of the world, you will always be a member of the world.

Even if he no longer holds the sword, he is still Yan Shisan.

Unless you are like those two women, you can be a worldly fairy, living in the world but not in the world.

There was a child-like light in his eyes, looking forward to what the unsheathed sword from decades ago looked like. -

Excalibur Villa.

In a house by the Green Water Lake.

Shopkeeper Xie was lying on the bed. Before he died, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and remembered. He remembered everything.

That autumn night.

That woman, those four women...Murong Qiudi, Xue Keren, and two terrible women...

The faint green light in the eyes...

"I remember, that woman -" He struggled, clarity appearing in his eyes.

"What woman?"

The juniors in the room held his hand tightly.

"fox……"

Shopkeeper Xie flashed back to the rumors after the battle between Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan decades ago, with a look of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"Fairy..."

When Yan Shisan was looking forward to the sword, shopkeeper Xie untied the knot in his heart that had been in his heart for decades.

What happened that night? He waited until the next day to fish out the sword.

The sky is filled with stars.

Outside another small courtyard, the garden is full of flowers, and the fragrance blows towards your face.

Gu Changsheng took out the flask from his arms and took a sip. He held the reins and immediately sat his sister down. He walked closer step by step and took a serious look at the courtyard that she thought should have been abandoned long ago.

I originally wanted to come over and take a look, but I didn't expect that someone was actually living in the yard.

"Could it be that woman Xue Keren?"

That woman who likes drinking, gambling, calling herself a bitch, a cat-like woman.

"It shouldn't be..." Gu Changsheng said, "She wouldn't - huh?" Halfway through, she suddenly turned to look at her sister, "Did you leave anything for them back then?"

If this is the case, it is possible. After all, if there is no accident and he is hacked to death in the world, the internal martial arts can still extend his life.

"You'll know at a glance." Jiang Yuyan said.

Gu Changsheng stood outside the courtyard for a long time. The evening breeze blew the flowers in the courtyard, and the fragrant aroma suddenly overflowed. She took another sip of wine, handed the flask to the man on the horse, then shook her head and led the horse towards the other side. Go in one direction.

"I still don't want to see her anymore. Things have changed and people have changed. Even if it is really her, it would be better not to see her than not to see her. Beauty grows old easily and time flies by."

The sound of horse hooves sounded softly, and the two of them slowly moved away from the small courtyard in the night wind.

Someone in the small courtyard house came out wearing clothes, looked around, took a look at the lantern at the courtyard door, stood in the night for a while, and then turned back to the house.

"The mortal immortal is still in the mortal world. Fortunately, I have you, otherwise this immortal would not do it."

There were whispers in the night.

"You say it as if you have become an immortal."

"There will definitely be a day when my sword will open the gate of heaven. Either I will shatter the void, or I will seek truth and gain enlightenment. This will definitely not be the end of my martial arts."

"Okay, either we can ascend to immortality together, or we can disappear into the world together."

The breeze blows gently and the leaves of the trees are swaying.

"I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out to be different. I was a young man traveling."

The voice of the words floated in the night wind, the moonlight was like water, and it remained unchanged forever.

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