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Chapter 170 The Sword of Rescue

The sword servant sighed, "The sword is a weapon for killing. Whether to kill or save people depends on how the swordsman thinks. Since I started practicing swordsmanship, I have only used the sword to kill people, but I have never thought of using the sword to save people."

Wang Shenlai shook his head: "But I think the sword is a tool to cut off cause and effect." He suddenly became interested, went back, and when he came back, he took the painting tools and began to paint that stunning glimpse in front of the sword servant.

Yun Yi's interest was not here, but he was still focused on the "life-saving sword".

He suddenly thought of Nangong Feitian, the stunningly beautiful swordsman who had spent his entire life searching for a way to save people. However, the sword in his hand could only help him kill his enemies, but could not save his beloved.

So we can only regret it.

Even if Nangong Feitian became an immortal one day, he would still have regrets, only regrets.

Killing people cannot bring them perfection.

Perhaps he finally figured this out, so he took the initiative to disband his weapon, disperse his cultivation, and return the "natural way" to the human world.

……

No one expected that today's conversation between the three of them would have such a huge impact on Yun Yi.

The sword servant drank a lot of wine and talked about old stories. Soon after, he returned to Zongheng Tower to continue searching for the sword path.

In his opinion, this was the only important thing in his life. As long as he could find the origin of the mysterious sword immortal, he would be satisfied.

He calls himself a sword servant, but in fact he is the man's sword servant.

Wang Shen noticed Yun Yi's strange behavior and stayed with him for a while. However, he saw Yun Yi staring blankly into the distance, his thoughts flying to who knows where.

He said nothing, but his fingertips moved occasionally, as if he was gesturing something.

This is not a good thing. What if he accidentally gets stuck in a dead end and becomes obsessed? What should we do then?

Seeing this, Wang Shenlai asked softly, "Aren't you going to read today?"

Yun Yi suddenly stood up after hearing this: "I don't want to watch anymore. I want to go for a walk down the mountain."

"Shall I accompany you?"

"That's not necessary. I can be on my own. I might just go back to Wufeng Mountain directly."

Wang Shenlai was met with a cold shoulder, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. "Brother, seeing that you were in a bad mood, wanted to take you out for a walk, but you didn't appreciate it!"

If it were any other time, Yun Yi would have given Wang Shenlai an apologetic smile, but today he did not do so. Instead, he left the Sword Casting Villa with a heavy heart.

In addition to the teleportation array that leads directly to the foot of the mountain, the gate of the villa also has a thick iron rope that leads down.

But no one would walk on this "road" on ordinary days. Not only is it windy and dangerous, but it is also quite awkward to walk on and has no sense of wonder.

Those with lower cultivation levels used teleportation arrays, while those with higher levels could fly. Therefore, it was rare to see a single person walking the iron ropeway once a year or two. Only occasionally, when the Sword Forging Villa opened its doors to accept disciples, would it offer this area as a trial.

But Yun Yi plans to give it a try today.

Seeing this, the gatekeeper couldn't help but warn: "That iron chain hasn't been maintained for a long time. It's just for show. Be careful and don't fall down."

Yun Yi replied, "I understand."

The gatekeeper disciple said no more, thinking that since they were all cultivators, even if something went wrong, it wouldn't be too late to just use their magic weapons. After all, the Sword Forging Villa was built in the air, so the time it took to fall was enough for him to react.

Yun Yi didn't think so much at all, he just wanted to try this path to heaven in the eyes of mortals.

Monks consider reaching the heavens their ultimate goal, but for the ordinary people below the mountain, the Sword Forging Villa, floating in mid-air, is a lifelong dream for countless people. The iron chain feels a little weak underfoot, and sometimes it feels like stepping on clouds, soft and powerless. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and it sways gently.

Although the magnitude is not large, ordinary people would inevitably be frightened and panic, and the situation would become more and more chaotic.

They say climbing a mountain is easier than descending it, and Yun Yi once had a deeply moving experience on the stone steps. Climbing a mountain is a torment to both the body and the will, but sometimes, just by gritting your teeth, you can get through it.

Going down the mountain is far from the same. You have to think carefully about every step you take, otherwise you will end up falling off the mountain.

Now Yun Yi seemed to have regained the feeling of his first Qi Refining practice, and he took each step very firmly.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the floating clouds in front of his eyes. Occasionally, a bird flew past him, making a cool chirp, and he suddenly felt the vastness of the world.

As the Sword-Forging City at the foot of the mountain grew larger, many details in the city gradually became clear.

Yun Yi couldn't help but sigh, it seemed that he had made the right decision.

In the past few days, he has become more and more certain that there is no useless "idle strokes" in the world of painting.

Since the master recorded these people in the painting and preserved his memory of them, it means that they have some purpose.

Wang Shenlai has reached the realm of immortals. Thousands of years have passed, and some things have long been forgotten because they are too long ago. Therefore, he can only draw these people and events. Every time he looks at them, it brings back memories.

But the meaning of the world in the painting goes beyond this, because in addition to the extremely realistic landscape, the people in it are also lifelike, as if they were really alive.

The sword servant of Zongheng Tower has a story. If you just treat him as a "person in the painting", you will never hear his story.

The Sword Forging City was bustling with people, and every person was a living being, with their own life to live.

Since Wang Shenlai painted them, it means that he had been here before and seen everyone here.

The scale of Sword Forging City is neither big nor small. If it is big, it is not as big as Crescent City or Chan Chan City, but if it is small, it is slightly bigger than Ruijiang Prefecture.

Since this place is adjacent to the Sword-Forging Villa, the city is filled with a strong aura of metal and iron.

It seems like he wants everyone to carry a sword and dress like a swordsman.

Yun Yi entered the city from the south gate and strolled around the city casually. He saw that the market was the most lively place, with hawking sounds coming one after another. Various stalls were set up along the street, and the goods were mainly "swords", which was also a dazzling array.

He fell in love with a jade green hairpin that looked like a green snake and had a tip like a curved sword.

The shop owner exclaimed, "This customer has a keen eye. He spotted our treasure at first sight!"

Yun Yi chuckled, thinking that everything in your store must be a treasure. Thinking that Song Xinci might like it, he bought it directly.

After doing this, he felt a little strange. He knew that the world in the painting was just an illusion, but the spirit stones he had just given were real.

Putting aside irrelevant thoughts, Yun Yi continued strolling in the old city, and followed the sound of iron forging to a blacksmith shop.

The smell here was very similar to that of the Sword Forging Villa, and it was a bit pungent. The blacksmith was strong and his movements were powerful. Although he was not a cultivator, he could be considered a trained person.

He just glanced at Yun Yi without saying anything and continued to concentrate on hammering the iron bar in his hand.

Yun Yi didn't care. Bu Lianjin from Crescent City also had a strange temperament. Maybe people who dealt with gold and iron all day long had a bad temper.

When he walked out of the blacksmith shop, he was suddenly attracted by a burst of noise.

(End of this chapter)