Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

The Cangshu was held horizontally every day, and Lin Chongyang stroked it with his left hand, and instantly the fragrance overflowed, and he saw red-golden blood oozing from the palm, flowing along the blue-blue sword body.

Strands of fresh blood, containing extremely vigorous vitality, gathered at the tip of the sword.

Zheng-!
Accompanied by a crisp sword chant, at the same time Lin Chongyang spoke, a drop of blood fell into Master Ming's body like lightning.

"Stinky boy, my body is still very strong, so why should you worry about me, wasting my vitality for nothing!

With this in mind, you might as well fix the wedding date first, so that we can rest assured. "

Wisps of vitality spread to the limbs and bones, Master Ming's condition suddenly improved a lot, and his voice became full of energy. Even the energy and blood that had begun to wither with the aging of the mentality appeared to be warming up .

However, it can be seen from his words that Lin Chongyang's actions made him a little angry, and he even used the title that he hadn't used since he grew up.

It can be seen from this that a certain principal is indeed as Lin Tianxing said, and it is not worry-free since childhood.

Hearing this, Lin Chongyang explained in a evasive manner: "I made mistakes in the past, and it was all my uncles who took care of me. Now I am alone, and I also hope that I can be considerate to my uncles."

At the same time as he spoke, his left hand also let go of the sword, and the two scars on his palm healed quickly, but the blood remaining on the sword was absorbed by the sword.

Theoretically speaking, the lifespan has become quite long at the level of Mingfuzi and the others, but as time goes by, people's hearts will always start to age due to various reasons.

Beware that when you get old, your qi and blood will start to decline, and after that, your soul and vitality will also start to decline. The natural lifespan of innate people is certainly very long, but the word "old" is inevitable in life destiny.

If the whole person is going downhill, no matter how high his realm is, he will inevitably be unable to do what he wants.

Lin Chongyang is more willing to prevent the passing of time than regret it.

"Seeing you get married and have children is the best consideration for us.

The burden on you is already heavy enough, Brother Mu and the others don't want to be your burden, so they took the opportunity to make way for the younger generation to retire together.

They also reserved a room for Lao Dian, and when Lao Dian brought Huo'er and Wushang out to you, they went to live there. "

Master ordered Lin Chongyang to persuade Lin Chongyang earnestly, this was not only what he wanted to say, but also what other people meant.

At their age, in fact, they have already lived enough, and there is no way to refuse to obey the old. Instead of waiting to become a burden for the younger generations, it is better to give way to them. The future of the Confucianism depends on them after all.

The two chatted for a while later, and as the golden crow sank to the west and the jade rabbit rose to the east, the sound of insects rang out all around.

After returning to Defeng Ancient Road, Jianzhiji and Chu Wushang are no different from other Confucian scholars, and have their own dormitory. Although they often come to Haozheng Wudao, the particularity of the Jianjian grave is destined not to suit them now. live.

No matter which one of them inherits the Qiongxiao Piming Sword, before that, they all need to pass the test of benevolence and righteousness in the sacred burial bone forest. For the two of them now, that is still too far away.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Chongyang also offered to bid farewell. His main purpose of coming here to bury the sword grave was to explain to his master the results of the previous investigation on Zhannian.

If he does it himself, the information he finds out will be much more reliable. As for the subsequent discussion and being urged to marry, they are all bonuses.

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The next day, the morning light lifted the curtain of the night, and saw two swords standing in the center of the courtyard, one was dark red and the other was blue, bathed together under the early sun.

Lin Chongyang got up early in the morning and first lit the Boshan stove on the piano table in the courtyard. The smoke in the morning light was like a purple cloud.

Afterwards, amidst the fragrance of aloes, the tea set was prepared, and the morning dew was absorbed, and tea was brewed.

While waiting for the tea to boil, he sat quietly in the courtyard, watching the vast sea of ​​clouds and white clouds.

Over the years, Lin Chongyang has repeated the above actions day after day, almost forming a habit.

The Defeng Ancient Road is located on the peak, and although the morning dew and cold air are a bit heavier, the high place naturally has its advantages, such as being extremely suitable for viewing.

After three boils and three steeps, drink a cup of hot tea, and the refreshing tea fragrance will wake people up from their memories.

Another breath of turbid air was slowly exhaled, Lin Chongyang put down the teacup and began to adjust the strings.

"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;

The sound of the clank and the sound of the piano are endless, and a calm and soothing day begins here.

A quarter of an hour later, snowflakes fell from the sky, crystal clear, like jade butterflies.

In the chaotic snow, a blue and white figure appeared in the courtyard stepping through the wind and snow. He was tall and slender, with a snow-like appearance, cold as a fairy, flawless and glamorous.

As usual, Ji Wuxia leaned on the railing, reached out to take off the wine bag hanging from his waist, listened to the piano music, half closed his eyes, and took a sip of wine from time to time while he was in the mood.

The number of times Lin Chongyang drank alcohol can be counted on the fingers, because in his previous social circle, almost no one drank alcohol, but Xia Kanxuan's skill in making tea is called a masterpiece.

Later, with the successor in charge, even if he knew that he would not get drunk, he would not take the initiative to touch alcohol under normal circumstances. The first time he made an exception was when the elder Ri Kunzhen was discharged.

Correspondingly, Ji Wuxia drank tea very rarely, even if Lin Chongyang made good tea.

When she first came out of the arena and killed someone for the first time in the past, she relied on a pot of dirty wine to calm her mind.

Afterwards, she was already used to the world, and she had many dead souls under her sword, but she was also used to drinking. Although she was not addicted to alcohol, it could be regarded as a hobby.

The daily life of the two of them is almost as it is in front of them every day. Ji Wuxia sometimes dances the sword to add to the fun, but most of the time is still like this, quietly listening to Lin Chongyang playing the piano.

As early as decades ago, he predicted the occurrence of war. Such a peaceful time may not last long.

Based on what she knew about him, and on the premise of knowing this matter, once the war broke out as scheduled, no matter what the reason was, he would definitely choose to intervene.

And with her current strength, she can't help him.

At the end of the song, Lin Chongyang stood up, first put away Wanhe Songfeng, and then moved his palm to take a picture. He saw that the Cang script was decomposed into countless sacred characters day by day, hidden in the lines on the Confucian shirt.

Ji Wuxia also hung the wine bag back on her waist, and with a simple move, took back the Tairuo Mountain Sword from the courtyard. Such a scene has happened countless times in the past ten years.

Seeing the person walking towards her, she got up from the railing, stretched out her hand, and held it together with the extended hand.

Next, Ji Wuxia needs to go to Mu Lingfeng's place to study the corresponding lessons, while Lin Chongyang needs to go to Cuixin Palace to take classes.

Day after day, year after year, rain or shine, it has been like this for more than ten years.