The misery begins with the sinner

Chapter 21 Wine and Sword

The fallen body showed displeasure on Jian Ru's face, and he was about to take action when he saw Fa Ru's figure flash out.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jian Gongchi. When he raised his palm, the pure holy energy poured into Jian Gongchi's body.

"The air and energy are exhausted, and the injury is heavy. If it is not healed, the foundation may be damaged."

Fa Ru's explanation made Jian Ru feel relieved. The two had been together for countless years. Although Fa Ru was upright, since he was willing to heal Jian Ru's wounds.

Then there is still room for change.

"I don't care about the old man. If it hadn't been for this kid today, he would have been able to eat when you came here! Since he doesn't want to go to Confucianism, just stay here!"

Fa Ru was silent for a while, sighed, and said: "Since you choose this way, then so be it!"

"You are a Confucian scholar and are in charge of Confucianism's laws. What do you think of what he said?"

"The ghost chess master was indeed killed by me, and now he has reappeared. Either someone is pretending to be the master, or the ghost chess master is not dead! I will personally investigate this matter!"

The sword scholar looked at the sword and saw that his injury had stabilized, and said: "He said that he is Xi Duanhong's son, but it is not unreasonable. If it is true, he can also be regarded as your disciple!"

"Your Majesty, you are joking!" Fa Ru slowly finished his work and handed the sword to Jian Ru's hand, and then said: "Before Xi Duanhong married Sui Yuan, he was married to Zhan Nian. He should be Zhan Nian's son.

As for the single-fronted criminal...? "

Faru paused and frowned slightly. Seeing this swordsman, he defended himself: "He just said that he was controlled by the ghost chess master, and that's why he committed the massacre.

Although I have no proof of my old madness, the power he used to finally call me back was vast and upright, pure and magnanimous. This power was definitely not an external force, but self-cultivation.

Judging from his swordsmanship, although it is messy, he has his own style, domineering and straightforward.

Being able to do this is definitely not a bad person! "

"Your sword is so profound that it cannot be matched by Heaven." Looking at the ruins of the thatched pavilion, Faru said, "He will stay here temporarily, and I will ask the chief to send someone here to repair it."

Fa Ru left with the holy sword. Soon after, the Caoting was restored by the Confucian scholars of De Feng Ancient Taoism, and it remained as before.

It's just that the thatched cottage has a new one than before.

I don't know how long it took, I woke up leisurely with the sword close at hand, and realized that it was late at night. I looked around and found that I seemed to be in a hut.

After thinking for a while, he guessed that he should not have been brought to Haozheng Wudao by Fa Ru.

After checking his injuries, he found that he had recovered to 50%.

Moreover, there is a holy energy in Dantian that has never been seen before.

Standing up with doubts, there was only one table in the empty hut.

Wu Xia was placed on it alone, with only an oil lamp emitting a faint light. He picked up Wu Xia and pushed open the door.

I saw Jianru sitting in the grass pavilion bored, drinking alone and admiring the moon.

"I woke up after sleeping for three days! Your body is really strong!"

After experiencing the previous battle, although it was their first meeting, Jianru acted to protect himself.

Let him face this old man and he lowered his guard unconsciously.

He walked forward slowly, picked up the wine in the thatched cottage, took a sip and said, "It's a pity that I brought two jars of Fudo City's wine, but they were broken!"

Shaking his head and sighing, he seemed very sorry!
"Fudo City?" Jianru thought for a moment before saying, "It's that organization that has become famous in the martial arts world in recent times! I heard that it is composed of birds and beasts wearing masks, and it seems to be related to Su Huanzhen!"

"Yes! But you, sir, even me scolded these birds and beasts!"

"Are you also from Fudo City?"

"Yes!" Jian looked at the full moon in the starry sky, and said with unprecedented calmness in his heart: "I took over the Suzaku Spectrum of the Wind Trace!"

"Wind Scar? A good swordsman!"

Jian Mingqi smiled bitterly when he heard this. There were not many people in the world who could say that, but he believed that the old man in front of him had the qualifications.

Turning to look at the ordinary swordsman who looked like an ordinary old man, he asked with his sword close at hand: "The evil spirit in your body has been suppressed!"

In his words, he was not surprised as to why Confucian Sage was possessed of evil spirits. Jianru noticed it but did not raise it. He picked up the wine and the sword, touched them close to each other, and said: "It's okay! Thanks to you, kid! But the holy energy you penetrated into my body seems to be not simple!
It turns out that while suppressing evil spirits, one can strengthen oneself a little! "

There was an unexpected thing, something I had never thought of. My heart moved and I asked: "Did your Lord, do you mean that Haoran Qi can help you refine evil spirits?"

Jianru didn't think much and nodded in agreement.

"In this case...!" He hesitated slightly as the sword was close, and then he condensed his Qi into his fingers and wrote down the practice method of Haoran Qi in the void.

Jianru was very surprised by this scene.

The method of cultivation is an extremely important thing in the martial arts world.

What's more, he can feel that the aura is extraordinary, its method is enough to accommodate all things, and it is the only way to cultivate one's moral character.

It is extremely consistent with the Confucian philosophy, and its power is extraordinary, with an extremely high upper limit.

However, I never expected that The Sword is Near would be written directly without reservation.

"Boy, you are trying to make the old man, and even the entire Confucian sect, owe you a huge favor!"

"Your Majesty, you are joking! The junior's name is Jian Ji Chi!" He wrote down the secret method, Jian Ji Chi, drank wine, and said with a smile: "You are the top swordsman. I am also a sword user. I am still thinking about the future. Wait for me If you have enough cultivation, let’s discuss swordsmanship with our seniors!”

"You're such a big-hearted kid!" Sword Confucian looked at the sword with joy, touched the wine jar impatiently, and said with a smile: "Don't call me Honorable Master, I don't like it, call me Old Man!"

"Old man!" The sword was close at hand without saying much, and he accepted it happily. The two of them looked at each other and smiled. In a comfortable mood, they drank a lot more.

Until the moon was close to the sky, Lao Dian saw that the sword was close at hand, picked up the wooden staff in his hand, and said with the strength of wine: "Boy, thanks to your awe-inspiring energy, I don't have anything good, Lao Dian. Watch it!"

After finishing his words, Sword Confucian waved his staff and began to dance.

Sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it is actually an unparalleled sword technique.

The sword at hand belonged to the swordsman. The old man was willing to give advice, so how could he refuse? He looked at it seriously.

After a long time, Jianru seemed to be tired, panting, and then stopped.

The sword was within reach and he handed over a jar of wine at the right time and said with a smile: "Thank you, old man! Your sword technique is all-encompassing. Although it seems ordinary, it is simple and pure, and reveals the original intention of the sword! It's amazing!"

The moment I saw this set of swordsmanship again, I couldn't help but compare the sword's proximity with the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong I had practiced.

In comparison, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. In terms of power alone, it is more powerful than Wanjian Guizong.

After taking the wine jar and taking a sip, Lao Dian asked with a smile: "Do you remember everything?"

After thinking for a moment, the sword was close at hand and he shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't remember it, I forgot about it!"

As soon as he said this, Jian Ru suddenly expressed joy and praised: "You brat forgets so quickly!"

The sword was close at hand and boasted: "Not as good as the old man!"

"Your swordsmanship is too complex. Although it is the top swordsmanship in the world, it is not systematic. If you study hard, you will become a great weapon in the future!"

The elders' guidance and expectations for the younger generation. For the first time since time travel, I let go of all thoughts in my heart and opened my mind with the sword close at hand.

The two of them just sat in the pavilion, drinking wine and chatting. The bright moon slowly sank until it merged with the earth and disappeared without a trace.

Just like the relationship between the two of them, they have improved a little bit unconsciously.

As the morning sun rises, its golden light spreads across the earth, illuminating the eyes of hungover people.

At this time, a righteous figure also arrived with Zhaoxia.

Looking at the wine jars all over the floor in the pavilion, Faru's eyes were stern and he said, "Your Majesty, how can you drink again?"

"It's okay! It's okay!" Jianru waved his hand casually and patted his body. After drinking too much, he leaned against his body and fell asleep soundly.

He opened his eyes, glanced at Lao Dian, and followed the direction he pointed.

The sword was so close that he immediately stood up and Wu Xia took action immediately.

"Why are you so excited, brat! Put your sword away!"

(End of this chapter)