As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 323 Chapter 322: The Weakest Time

Gu Changsheng's nostalgic look when he picked up the sword was definitely not fake, and the sword had been collecting dust in Shenjian Villa for decades.

Murong Qiudi firmly believed that she would not be wrong.

"By the way, there is also a sword. Let's see if we can find it. After all, you are the Excalibur Villa." Gu Changsheng seemed to remember something, and a sharp knife appeared in his hand. Under Murong Qiudi's gaze, he carved Another sword appeared, a small pocket sword only half the length of a palm.

After watching Murong Qiudi leave, Gu Changsheng looked at the longevity sword again. Occasionally, at a certain moment, she would doubt the authenticity of this world. The two people clearly left the sword on an unknown island overseas. It was far away from the South China Sea. How could it appear in the collection of Excalibur Villa again?

Strange things...

Gu Changsheng was puzzled, "Could it be that Ximen Chuixue and the others later went to the island... and brought them back to the Central Plains?"

Thinking of Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue and their gang going out to sea to find immortals, Gu Changsheng pondered for a while.

"This is mine." Jiang Yuyan said.

"Ok?"

"Have you forgotten? The one you found for Murong Qiudi is yours, and this one is mine." Jiang Yuyan pointed at the sword and said seriously.

Gu Changsheng was startled for a moment, it seemed like...

Jiang Yuyan forcibly switched swords with her back then, and the slender sword was hers.

"Borrow it, I think you're stingy." Gu Changsheng said nonchalantly.

Logically speaking, you should bring two swords together, one alone... too much time has passed, and anything can happen.

His fingers stroked the blade of the sword, and the cold touch made Gu Changsheng feel as if he had returned to the time when he had just obtained the Wedding Dress Skill.

For some people, a sword is just a sword, a weapon made of steel that can be used for self-defense and killing. But for other people, the meaning of the sword is completely different, because they devote their lives to their swords, and their lives have become one with their swords.

Ye Gucheng is like this, Xie Xiaofeng is like this, and Yan Shisan is like this.

The sword is with the person, but the sword dies and the person dies. For them, the sword is not just a sword, but also the only partner they trust. The partner itself has life and soul.

They are Jianghu people after all.

"These gangsters..." Gu Changsheng seemed to sigh, looking at the misty white clouds in the distance.

In terms of their attitude towards the sword, she and Jiang Yuyan were not qualified. In the eyes of those people, the sword was the lover, even more important than the lover.

Borrowing a sword is like saying to them, "Borrow your wife for a while." It's even more serious than that - the wife may really be able to borrow it, but the sword definitely can't.

Changing swords with Jiang Yuyan may be very unbelievable in the eyes of those Jianghu people... Gu Changsheng flicked the sword with his fingers and let out a clear dragon roar.

The wooden sword has no sound.

A wooden sword is just a wooden sword. Compared with a sword made of iron, it seems light and weightless.

When Yan Shisan held the wooden sword in his hand, the wooden sword suddenly seemed to have weight, and it was not light at all. The boat sank a little.

Just like the originally light wooden sword, it was a completely different sword when it was in the cabin and when it was in his hand.

The tip of the sword hung low, and his rickety body suddenly straightened. He stood up completely, and at this moment, his whole person changed.

This change was like a sharp sword in a worn scabbard that was suddenly pulled out and glowed.

The same goes for him, who suddenly became alive at this moment, making his old appearance look more than ten years younger.

He is not old yet.

——How can a person suddenly change into another person just because he holds a wooden sword?

——Perhaps when he learned the news of Xie Xiaofeng's death that night, when the sword sank into the green water lake, he put himself into the scabbard of the sword. The sharp edge was gone, and it was gradually gathering dust on this lonely boat.

But now, his whole figure seemed to have broken free of the worn scabbard, and once again showed the cold and sharp temperament. The river flows and the boat floats on the water.

His figure was nailed to the bow of the ship, staring at the blade of the sword in his hand.

The reeds in the distance were still stained with dark red blood. People from Shenjian Villa came more than once, but Xie Xiaofeng was never seen. He knew that Xie Xiaofeng was still Xie Xiaofeng.

The bunch of losers at Shenjian Villa didn't understand, but he knew that Xie Xiaofeng must understand.

He looked in the direction of Shenjian Villa from a distance, as if he saw someone waiting there.

Turning his eyes around, he seemed to see the woman in red sitting by the river, holding a reed pole, sitting and discussing swords with him.

The sword stabbed out lightly.

The sword was made of wood, dull and clumsy, but when the sword was thrust out, the wooden sword seemed to change, becoming radiant and alive.

He has injected his own life into this wooden sword.

The sword is him, even if it is as decayed as a dead tree, it can still shine with brilliance.

A sword stabbed out lightly. There was no change at first, but the change suddenly came, as naturally as flowing water.

With an understatement, he waved the dust as he wished, and he thrust out thirteen swords in an instant. After the thirteen swords were thrust out, the changes seemed to be exhausted, as if the flowing water had come to an end. The next moment, a vast murderous aura suddenly enveloped the ship, and this A piece of river water.

The reeds by the river seemed to be blown by the wind and weighed down extremely low.

Then he thrust out his fourteenth sword.

The wooden sword was trembling, as if it couldn't bear the terrible power, and the tip of the sword was also trembling slightly.

With a "pop!" sound, the wooden sword broke.

Xie Xiaofeng opened his eyes and looked at the green water lake in the distance. It was empty, with no people and no boats on the lake.

"That night was probably when Yan Shisan was at his weakest." Xie Xiaofeng said.

Murong Qiudi asked: "The night he sank the sword in Green Water Lake?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes."

Murong Qiudi said: "At that time, he came with the determination to die, and his momentum was high and tragic. How could he be at his weakest?" She had met Yan Shisan before he came to Shenjian Villa. When he sank the sword, she Also watching from the shore.

Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's like I failed once. After a person has had the experience of failure, he must be cautious in doing things, think more carefully, and will not be as willful and impulsive as he was when he was a teenager. People who have failed once are different from those who have never failed. People who have lived it are never the same.”

Murong Qiudi said: "But Yan Shisan was not defeated."

Xie Xiaofeng said: "He tried so hard to find that kind of change. After knowing that I was dead, he buried his sword, buried his name, and hid in the rivers and lakes to be a fisherman. He never thought about it again, but he happened to enter the world of 'no one' and 'no one'." I'm in the state of 'no forgetfulness', just like a sword. It's sharp without a sheath, but it's also easy to wear and tear, but a sword with a sheath is incomparable to its dazzling brilliance when it's unsheathed."

Murong Qiudi asked suspiciously: "How do you know?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Because he didn't come."

——Because he is Yan Shisan.

——But Yan Shisan didn’t come.

Murong Qiudi said: "You are no longer the Xie Xiaofeng you used to be."

(End of this chapter)