Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Everyone in Penglai Mountain is looking for Zhijian...

The people of Penglai Mountain looked for the Sword Bearer because they thought he was a sword immortal and wanted to help him restore his memory and let him work for them.

The demons looked for the Sword Wielder because they thought he was a sword master, but they didn't want to help him recover his memory, nor did they intend to have him do anything for them.

They just wanted to kill him as soon as possible before he recovered his memory, to prevent him from attacking them again after he recovered his memory. By then, they might not be able to win.

As for the evil spirits that may exist around the Sword Wielder, they don't care much.

Although the monsters are considered to be capable and lucky among them, they never care about their own kind unless they are very powerful.

Otherwise, since they can't fight even one opponent, they are not worthy of attention, and are no different from ants. If they don't even care about people, how can they care about ants?

At this moment, the swordsman suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something, so he disguised himself as a wounded man, surrendered himself and went to the government.

The government checked the situation and immediately arrested him, and as expected, he was sentenced to exile.

The swordsman took out a puppet, disguised it as a wounded person and placed it in the prison. This puppet had no other abilities and could only do whatever it was told to do. It couldn't do anything extra. It was just right to put it here. If it was placed somewhere else, it would be too clumsy.

Afterwards, the Sword Bearer returned to the villa halfway up the mountain, and it was already dawn.

He went to the basement first. The injured person had already woken up and was waiting for him inside. When he saw him coming with me, he immediately stood up, took two steps forward, and asked eagerly and excitedly: "Is today the same as yesterday? Or are you practicing something else?"

The sword bearer stood at the door, his face expressionless, and said to him: "You can leave here today, but you must first go to prison, and then be exiled to the army. Once you leave the emperor's feet, you will be freer than you are now. If you don't want to, you can say so now."

The injured man was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he stood there a little stiffly, like a piece of chopped wood. He swayed for a moment, hesitated and asked in a low voice: "If I don't want to, what can I do?"

The swordsman looked straight at him, his eyes as calm as water, as if he saw everything, but also as if there was nothing in his eyes. He just said in a cold voice: "It depends on what you want to do."

The injured man hesitated, looked at him cautiously and said, "I want to leave here, live openly outside, learn swordsmanship from you, and become a master."

After a pause, the injured man's face turned slightly red. It was a kind of shyness when he mentioned his goal which was still far away and seemed impossible to achieve, but he still held on to hope: "I want to make a name for myself."

As he said this, he felt a tingling sensation in his spine, as if an electric current was passing through it.

He felt that he should not say that because it would make him appear arrogant and ignorant, which would not give people a good impression. But he also felt that if the person who heard him say these words was a Swordsman, then there was nothing to worry about.

Because no matter what, the Swordsman doesn't seem to be the kind of person who listens to other people's thoughts, makes random conclusions about them, turns around and laughs at them wantonly, and doesn't care.

The Sword Bearer seemed to be a good man, at least, he looked like a good man so far in what was happening to him.

Even if he is laughed at, he can endure it and he can accept it.

But others can't.

So this is the only time to say this.

If I were in another place or at another time, I wouldn’t be able to say it.

The sword bearer listened and just nodded, as if what he heard was not some lofty talk, nor the wishful thinking of a poor boy, but just an ordinary question about the weather. He said calmly: "It's a good thing to have ambition."

Logically speaking, these were words of encouragement and should have sounded uplifting, but the injured man shuddered as if someone had thrown an ice cube into his collar, and he was unable to laugh for a moment.

It's not that he was not happy about these words, but he felt that the atmosphere in front of the Sword Bearer was inexplicably very serious, and he didn't dare to be happy easily, as if he would be too unscrupulous if he was happy.

"Then do you know what to do?" the swordsman asked the wounded man.

The injured man was stunned for a moment, then remained silent for a while and said, "I don't know. I haven't asked about the specific situation. But I think if you want to stand out, you can't be too low-ranking, right?"

After hearing this, the swordsman revealed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of undetectable sarcasm, and said to him: "What do you think the people here are?

If you want wealth and glory, you have to rely on yourself. You can’t get it from here. Wealth and glory here are like the moon in the water. It’s good enough to be alive.”

The sword bearer shook his head, and the wounded man said quickly, "Then I can be exiled to the army."

"If you ask me, this is the only way I have. Otherwise, you have to stay here forever. Even if you die, you will be nameless and become just a pile of dry bones here." The swordsman didn't look at him, but just said quietly.

The Swordsman doesn't like anyone other than himself in the villa halfway up the mountain.

He has endured until today, and has endured again and again.

If the wounded person is unwilling to leave here, the Sword Bearer will not throw him out. After all, no one can guarantee what he will say or do outside after being forced to leave here.

But it is hard to say how long the Sword Bearer can endure. If one day he really kills him accidentally, after he dies, all he can do is sigh and say bad luck to his corpse.

Whether he wants to blame me or not, this is the only way.

So if he is willing to leave on his own, that would be the best thing.

The wounded man had no idea what the sword bearer was thinking. He just blinked his eyes and said tentatively, "I just want to ask, if I go to the frontier as a soldier, can I still see you?"

The swordsman came back to his senses and smiled: "If you want."

This is not a difficult thing for the Sword Holder, but if he wants to see the Sword Holder every day, that would be a little unlikely.

The swordsman is not that idle, nor is he willing to walk that far. At most, he would go there occasionally to give him some pointers on swordsmanship. It would not be good to let him spend so much time and effort learning and then waste it.

The injured man was slightly stunned, and then immediately became happy: "That's great! When will I go to prison?"

The sword bearer had not expected him to be so enthusiastic, but seeing that he was willing to go, there was no point in delaying, so he said, "Then I will take you there now."

The sword bearer took out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it and said to the injured person: "You go now, you don't know if there is a tattoo there, go and take a look, if it has been tattooed on your face, put this on, if not, wait until it is tattooed and then put this on, and then I will replace it for you."

"Have you arranged someone to replace me there?" the injured man asked curiously.

"Almost." The swordsman nodded.

After all, puppets can barely be considered human beings.

The injured man nodded.

The sword-bearer took him to the prison, where the stabbing was complete, and then he replaced him. As for the puppet that was supposed to replace him, the sword-bearer took it back.

The injured person was a little curious about the doll, but now was not the time to talk, so he just took a closer look and thought about asking later.

The sword bearer noticed it, but didn't want to explain, so he just pretended not to know and said to him: "Just follow me, you are all on your own on the road. Maybe it will be better when you get there, but it is still a bitter and cold place after all. You have to be careful, I'm afraid it won't be much better."

The injured person nodded and asked cautiously: "Then if I want to see you, what should I do?"

The swordsman was in a good mood when he thought about returning to his own villa halfway up the mountain. His expression softened and he said with a barely detectable smile, "When I have time, I will naturally come to find you. If I don't have time, I can't be there even if you come to find me. You just have to wait. Sooner or later, we will meet."

The injured man vaguely felt that he was being abandoned. Although this feeling came inexplicably, he could not stand this strange feeling of loss. He quickly and quietly pulled the sword holder and said, "Please give me something. Seeing something can remind me of you. I can't live without anything. I can't bear it."

The swordsman thought about it and agreed. The injured person was so young, separated from his friends and away from home, and he didn't know what he would encounter. He had to travel thousands of miles without even any psychological support. It was really pitiful for him, and he might not be able to hold on.

The swordsman searched the warehouse and found a thousand paper cranes. He handed it to him and said, "This is just a consolation."

"I will keep it well! I will live until we meet again! Please wait for me!" The injured man took a look at it, took it in his hand, hid it immediately, covered it carefully, and said to the swordsman seriously as if he was swearing.

The swordsman waved his hand casually, not taking it seriously, and just smiled and said, "It's up to you. I'm leaving now."

Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind blew over, blurring the injured person's vision. He felt sand getting into his eyes. He blinked and tears fell one after another.

When he wiped his tears and looked up again, the swordsman had disappeared.

He felt lost and couldn't help but touch the paper cranes on his chest inside his clothes. He couldn't help but smile slightly as he thought about the day when they might meet again in the future.

The Sword Bearer knew nothing about this, but he felt that he had solved an important matter. He immediately felt relaxed and walked briskly back to the villa halfway up the mountain.

When he came back, Li Baili had just woken up. After washing up, she poured herself a cup of tea at the table, daydreaming and trying to wake herself up. She didn't drink much of the tea and didn't prepare to eat breakfast.

He had just woken up and was not very hungry, nor did he plan to go to the kitchen to cook for himself, so he just sat here and took a look at what the Swordsman did while he was asleep.

You won’t know until you see it. It’s really shocking.

Li Baili's expression gradually became solemn.

The swordsman paused for a moment and hesitated at the door.