The sword is the devil

Chapter 200 Bridging the Purple Mansion
The teenagers walked away without saying hello. It was fate to meet each other, and it was fate to not see each other.

In the cold talk with a few old customers, I probably know a lot about the ups and downs of Fufeng City in the past two years. It is a small country and a small city with no military affairs and far away from the circle of practice. Although it is as plain as water, there is nothing worthwhile in the past two years Things that make a fuss out of a molehill are no different from more than two years ago.

Uncle Sun has followed his words and returned to his hometown to spend his old age peacefully, which made his last concern in Fufeng City disappear.Suddenly feel that it doesn't matter if you can't enter the city?

Peace and security, homecoming, who will show it?

Those big families in the city?Even if you lick the ditch for him, will he feel pleasure?

The respect of the government lords?What can it bring him?
How many fathers did Sister Hua's son call again?
After much deliberation, he couldn't think of even one character worth seeing. For some reason, You Xing stopped abruptly when he arrived here, and he couldn't arouse the slightest interest anymore.

He didn't expect that the first time a wanderer returned to his hometown, he would feel this way. The mood he once thought was urgent had been wiped away along the way.

Nostalgia is a poem, the important thing is the emotion it contains, not where the poem is titled.

At dusk and sunset, Hou Tiao drank the last glass of wine, and also enjoyed the lame Liu's sincere free order. Hou Tiao had helped him too much, otherwise he would not have had the opportunity to open a store here. He had a premonition that this might be his own Last chance of a lifetime to give back, so...

Hou Tiao did not refuse, he liked the free order.In Fufeng City, he also has the incense of faith and vows.

Walking out of the wine shop, taking advantage of a little drunkenness, I stepped onto the Wei Bridge; for a while, the past, the past, and the future hope came one after another.

On this familiar stone bridge, he can clearly remember the unevenness of every stone railing, and every pothole on the bridge has been measured by his countless steps.

As the night was approaching, pedestrians were gradually thinning out, and the Weishui River under our feet seemed to become blurred, as dark as a giant black dragon, snaking into the distance.

He just stood there motionless, as if he had merged with the bridge and the water, and he was no longer separated from each other.

Time slipped away little by little, until the wine shop closed, until the pedestrians disappeared, until the city gate fell into stone.

Because there are occasional water demons, people still choose to go back to the cities, towns, and villages after the night is quiet. There are no special circumstances, and no one wants to come out to wander around at night, even those wild chivalrous prodigal sons.

One water, one bridge, one person, just like this blend into a picture, the heaven and earth are harmonious, and the years are peaceful.

In Hou Tiao's eyes, everything around him became darker and more blurred, and he even felt a sense of unreality. Where does this bridge lead to?

It is no longer the two sides of the Weishui River, nor the Fufeng of the Three Rivers, but more like nostalgia, one end is connected to him, and the other end leads to nowhere?

He closed his eyes, regarded himself as a ray of nostalgia, and floated forward along the bridge. He knew that there must be a way ahead, so he groped forward, even if it was very slow, even if it was one step at a time.

In such silence, a shrimp head suddenly popped out from under the Wei bridge, greedily watching this strange figure standing there motionless; instinct was driving it to jump up, take a bite and drag humans into the river; reason told it It is not easy to do this, because this human being is a monk.

Its shrimp tentacles vibrated in the air, trying to capture the spread of human breath in the air, trying to figure out the true state of this human being, and then decide its next behavior.

In a place like Anhe with a well-developed water system, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

Xia Zi feels very strange, the human breath has been wandering irregularly all the time, for a while, it is fasting, for a while, for a while, and for a while, it even jumps to the bridge for a short time, which makes him unpredictable.

Is it crazy?Or is it because of the exercises?

Xia Zi decides to try it out. He is a knowledgeable Xia Zi who has also experienced some small storms and waves, and knows the insidiousness and cunning of human beings.

So he bowed his body, jumped out of the water more than three feet high, and quickly fell back into the water.

Nothing happened, no spells were thrown down, no sword light flashed... nothing.

Xiazi decided to jump a little higher, three feet is a bit short, ordinary fish can jump this high, not to mention reaching the bridge deck, even the bridge piers.

With a plop, this time it jumped ten feet high, almost halfway from the water surface to the bridge deck, and deliberately waved its pair of small pincers when it jumped to the highest point.

The human monks still didn't respond, they remained motionless, dumbfounded.

Xiazi has made a decision in his heart, he knows a thing or two about human books, the so-called thing is only three things, if he tries again, he will lose his courage, no matter how high he jumps, what's the use of not daring to do it?

This time, it just jumped to the same position as the human monk, and then, it saw the human opened his eyes and smiled at it.

This laugh almost took away half of Xia Zi's soul, as if something had been taken away from his body.Seems to have lost the spine, of course it doesn't have a spine, it just has shrimp threads...

When an object changes from rising to falling, there must always be a moment when the speed reaches zero. This moment is the best time for it to swing its jaws, and of course it is also the best opportunity for others to attack it.

The sword has no power at all, and you can't see the qi gang. It just stretches out lightly and deftly, as if the shrimp is leaning on its body. Pierce into the gap between the shrimp and pick it up, and a long piece of shrimp thread is picked out, and only then does the shrimp begin to feel severe pain.

It fell into the water, and vaguely heard the murmur of human monks, "You need to pick the thread to eat shrimp, soy sauce, garlic and salt..."

Hou Tiao saw it. At this moment, there was a certain consensus between him and Gu Jian. The instant tacit understanding not only gave him sword sense, but also saw the other end of the bridge more clearly.

The other end of the bridge is Zifu.

I can't explain the magic of this moment, but comprehension is magic. Under unexpected circumstances, Lianqiao and Jianshen are double happiness.

Hou Tiao finally found the inner secret of her Zifu, where there seemed to be nothingness, half blue, half yellow, like heaven and earth.

In the thick yellow, a small grass seems to be breaking out of the soil. It is a strange grass, which looks like a sword, or a blue?
gladiolus?

He could feel Zhou Tian's fetal breath running slowly from his purple mansion, and the blue and yellow were constantly cutting each other during the running, the dividing line was like a string.

Exactly,

Closed from Sunday.Lifting cycle three inches of field.Not booing and counting breaths, naturally.Nine turns without loss and full firepower.Fetal breath spreads.There must be no deviation from yin and yang.Breathing and bragging are all Lai Sunda, continuous.The beauty lies in the front string and the back string.

(End of this chapter)