final catastrophe

Chapter 475 44. A New Year's Day Alone

It's strange that Jiang Xinyue can only show a cheerful side when facing a taciturn breed like him.

And those men and women with aura, she will be so cramped to death.

So, this ordinary-looking girl in a red cotton-padded jacket, who is not tall, sat with her hands pressed against the butcher. Sitting people.

"Hey, are you reading the book on sword techniques I recommended?"

Jiang Xinyue stretched her neck, stretched her head over, and read the pages of the book.

Being so obedient made her feel that the person in front of her was not a butcher or an executioner, but an obedient student, so she talked eloquently: "Swords are made with skills, but in this article, in fact, all the moves are not skills."

Xia Ji raised his head and quietly looked at the girl in front of him. There was neither sadness nor joy, nor surprise in his pupils, nor did he have the thought of asking "Why are you here".

He just said with an attitude of discussion: "You are right. If you have the idea of ​​learning sword skills, then you will go astray if you practice this technique. It will be the opposite, and you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Jiang Xinyue was surprised and said: "Primary school boy has good comprehension, and he discovered it by himself. Well, that's true. The movements described in this fragment are actually for nourishing the heart.

Cultivating the mind is different from cultivating the body and character. In fact, those who use knives are most likely to become enchanted, unless they do not seek the ultimate state.

Cultivating the heart is also nourishing the devil.

So, this knife-rolling technique is still incomplete. According to my inference, it should be the work of fellow practitioners of Taoism and demons.

This is the devil, not the Tao.

Therefore, one can cultivate the mind of madness, but not the mind of suppressing evil thoughts. "

Xia Ji said: "You seem to know a lot about these things."

Jiang Xinyue said: "Of course, when I was a child, my father liked to run around historical sites or cemeteries with my back on his back. Once, I was locked up in a strange Buddhist scripture pavilion by the authorities, and then I stayed there for nine days. Fortunately, there was water and food in the Sutra Pavilion, so I was not starved to death.

Nine months later, my father rescued me, and when I wanted to go back to find the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, the attic had already disappeared.

But I was born with a photographic memory, so I actually have a lot of things in my mind. "

After she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth, then shook her palm and said, "It's over, it's over, it's over."

Xia Ji said: "What's wrong?"

"Can you keep it a secret for me? My father said that I can't tell others about this, otherwise I will definitely be kidnapped, or even locked up somewhere, writing every day."

Xia Ji: "."

Jiang Xinyue continued: "But I'm really interested in Gu Wu's exercises, but I promised my father that I can't directly copy the exercises in the Sutra Pavilion, but can only help to complete and deduce them by myself. .

One day, it would be great if I could read all the exercises of the ancient martial arts era.

Help me keep it secret, okay, junior. "

Xia Ji said lightly: "Okay."

Jiang Xinyue said happily: "Thank you, thank you. Now that you see this booklet, I have actually completed a lot, and I can use it as a reference for you."

Then she rummaged through the small bag on the side, picked up a volume with a knot tied in the middle, handed it to Xia Ji and said, "Hey, it's for you."

Xia Ji took it calmly, and said solemnly: "Thank you."

Jiang Xinyue patted her head and said: "Well, actually, I came here to say Happy New Year to you, so I'll leave now, otherwise I'll be scolded again.

Come on! "

Xia Ji is speechless, I am a butcher, and everyone else keeps me at arm's length, and you are the only one who came here to say cheers to me.

What's a butcher doing?
Do you want to kill more people?

But you reminded me that today is the New Year in the world, and it is also the first day after the end of the year.

He stood up, stretched his body, and outside the window, the noon light was cast.

There was laughter and joy in the air.

In the crow window, the girl in red and the long-legged best friend walked towards the gate of the academy arm in arm.

Clouds come and go, come and go.

The winter is warm and warm, and even the executioner of hell feels a little lazy.

Xia Ji leaned back and pulled the red string off the volume.

The paper spreads out with the ink fragrance of the new book, and the skylight falls on the beautiful handwriting on the paper through the colored windows.

The handwriting is small and exquisite, but it is horizontal and vertical, and the strokes and strokes are very clear, as if telling the stubbornness of the person who wrote it.

The paper is divided into two sections.

In the first part, in order to imitate the movements of Yangmo’s remnants, the Daoist Dao Sword Style was designed. There are three styles in total: Suifeng, Changming, and Riding a Bull.

Corresponding to the meaning of carefree, bright, free and easy respectively.

In order to restrain the demon's paranoia.

Just like a pair, Jiang Xinyue's girl has indeed done a good job.

The next part, after the fusion of Dao and Demon's two hearts, gives a formula and its responsible deduction tricks, called: A Hundred Birds Return to the Forest.

Although it is only one formula, it marked 72 changes that followed, and there was even a big question mark after countless changes. It seemed that the deduction could continue, but the time and energy were limited, and the writer temporarily stopped.

Xia Ji probably turned the page.

This technique is not bad, and it should not be too shocking after three days of thorough comprehension.

So, he started to stare at this exercise.

At night, Xia Ji finally left the library. After all, he would be hungry, so he went out to find some food.

The darkness of winter comes very early, it seems that the cold always likes to be accompanied by darkness, so the two rows of orange lights are quickly lit up.

The pale and haggard young man carried a wooden knife, put the exercises bestowed by his senior into his arms, and walked under the light.

There are not many people on the road during the New Year, and most of the people who are rarely encountered back and forth are couples. When seeing this young man walking alone, the couples will quickly move away if they only need to distinguish them.

The name of a butcher made them avoid this boy like the plague.

There were not many people doing business outside the door, Xia Ji paid and sat at a small table to wait. He ordered some mortal meals: fried noodles, some skewers, and a glass of newly brewed wine.

While closing his eyes, he naturally communicated with Huang Quan again.

Xiao Huang reported the progress of various things.

All went well and according to plan.

Xia Ji came back to his senses, and continued to wait with the heart of a mortal, but by accident, he glanced away, only to see the student who came here in the morning to tell secrets, give exercises, and say "Happy New Year" My sister appeared on the other side of the road.

In the light, her red dress is very conspicuous.

There was also a tall boy walking side by side beside her, who seemed to be talking to her.

Behind Jiang Xinyue was her long-legged best friend, and a muscular young man, who hooked her long-legged best friend's shoulders, obviously a group of lovers.

Xia Ji just glanced at it, then turned his gaze back.

(End of this chapter)