Chapter 34 Chapter 34 The swordsman snorted coldly: "...
The swordsman snorted coldly: "I won't cry for him, he doesn't deserve it."
As he said this, the swordsman tilted his head back, and although his eyes were still red, the tears had already retreated, as if the eyes that were filled with tears just now were not his.
Except for the frown, his pale face had calmed down, like an indifferent plaster bust.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded, with mixed feelings, not knowing what expression to show. He forced a smile and said weakly, "That's fine too."
The reason why he spoke so softly was actually because he was afraid that the Sword Holder would suddenly get angry with him because of Li Baili after hearing it. Because if it was the previous Sword Holder, he would definitely stare at him and speak impatiently after hearing this.
But the swordsman now just sat there silently, with a gloomy face and pursed his lips, as if out of habit, he wanted to defend something for the other person, but then he remembered what the other person had done to him recently, and forced himself to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, changed his habit, and said nothing.
The young man looked at him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: How pitiful!
Even though he has such a great background, such strong abilities, and such superb martial arts, until now, he can only sit here alone, worrying in secret.
And he who personally turned him into such a culprit not only knows nothing about it, but even if he knew, he would not think it was a big deal and would be complacent instead.
Then what about his past, his feelings, his persistence and protection?
The young man quickly shook his head, feeling that this idea was too pessimistic. In order to distract himself, he tentatively asked the swordsman, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
The swordsman was stunned for a moment, unable to think of what he needed for a moment, and remained silent.
Seeing him silent, the young man knew that he hadn't thought it out. Fearing that the atmosphere would become dull, he quickly smiled and said casually: "You only brought a sword here, isn't it a little too little? Even if you don't like new clothes, you should bring a set of clothes to change, otherwise, what should you do if the clothes you are wearing are washed?"
The swordsman thought about it, hesitated for a moment and said: "My clothes were torn after I was injured. I really should take them off and mend them. I have to change them. My clothes..."
He actually didn't have much clothes. Except for what he was wearing, everything else belonged to Li Baili. They always wore them together and no one told which piece belonged to whom.
But now that we are separated, the clothes have to be divided and we can’t be as careless as before.
They have been together for so long that they have become indistinguishable from each other. Now that they are suddenly separated, they suddenly realize that everything around them has the shadow of each other, as if they had never been apart.
If they still missed each other, it would be a good thing, because any object can remind people of someone, but now they hate each other, and that is the source of their pain.
He was almost like a mermaid walking on the tip of a needle in a fairy tale. Every thought, every sentence, every word, and every action inevitably involved another person around him, causing endless pain.
Even though he hoped that the other person was dead and tried hard to ignore it, he was completely unable to do so. He looked at the facts but lied with his eyes open, so that he was actually enduring additional pain.
Physical pain, mental pain, and pain of memories.
The sword bearer lowered his eyebrows and paused for a moment before continuing, "They are all in the villa where you found me before."
He took a breath, as if he suddenly had palpitations, and his voice trembled: "I don't want to go back now."
The sword wielder opened his mouth, wanting to say something or explain, but no sound came out, as if his throat had suddenly gone hoarse, and his eyes became red again.
The young man looked at his expression and suddenly found that his face had that familiar, depressed and sad look that had appeared before. He didn't even frown, but his pain was already revealed in his eyes.
Pain is like happiness. If you cover your mouth, it will flow out of your eyes. If you cover your eyes, it will flow out of your face. If you cover your face as well, it will flow out of every inch of your skin and your back. It cannot be hidden.
It seemed like an endless heart-wrenching pain that tortured him all the time, making him unable to find peace, unable to forget, and even unable to act as if nothing had happened.
The young man suddenly became curious and couldn't help wondering: Are their feelings really that deep?
Even though I have been stabbed through by a sword, I still can't let go, I am still reluctant to leave. Even when I think about it, I should clearly remember that I said I would not be a human being if I don't take revenge, but my eyes are still red, and I want to ask why?
He couldn't understand, so he frowned. He wanted to ask, but was afraid of asking someone sorely. After hesitating, he gave up the question and tried to make the sword holder happy by smiling, "Then I'll go for you? I still remember the way."
The swordsman's eyes were red, his face expressionless, and his voice as cold as winter said, "Thank you."
He really didn't want to say a word.
The young man smiled, not minding his silence, and asked, "So what do your clothes look like? Do you need shoes?"
The swordsman sighed slightly, tears flashed in his eyes, his gaze was filled with memories, and his voice was light, as if he was afraid of waking up a dream: "Whatever you want."
The young man blinked and nodded, "Then I'll go now."
"Go ahead." The swordsman didn't even look at him. He just lowered his eyes and replied casually.
The young man picked out a set of clothes and a pair of shoes in the villa halfway up the mountain, packed them and brought them to the sword bearer. The sword bearer looked at the things he brought and smiled slightly, as if with a hint of sarcasm.
The mockery was not directed at him, but at these things, and even had a bit of self-mockery in it.
The young man became curious again and couldn't help asking, "Is there anything wrong with these clothes and shoes?"
The swordsman raised his eyebrows slightly, shook his head and said, "No problem, but seeing these things reminds me of the past."
The swordsman raised the corner of his lips and chuckled lightly, a smile that was as fleeting as a dragonfly touching the water and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the young man stared at him and took a breath.
The young man felt that he understood for the first time how good-looking people could be, and that even the best-looking person could only look as good as the person in front of him.
The sword bearer seemed to notice it, and immediately stood up with a blank expression on his face and said to him: "Thank you for bringing these things for me. I should leave now."
The young man hesitated to speak, wanting to ask him what he was so busy about, but in the end he didn't ask. He just nodded and said softly, "I know."
By the time Li Baili had expanded the Demon Island to a size almost comparable to a piece of land, the Sword Master had become the most popular among the immortal disciples, the number one among the younger generation, and the undisputed leader of Penglai.
The two of them had a common way of dealing with problems: fighting. They would beat whoever refused to obey until they obeyed. So far, no one among the opponents they had chosen could beat them.
Both sides were famous, and everyone under their command had already heard of the other one.
Some people have been secretly preparing to make a move, rubbing their fists in the hope of defeating the other side, while at the same time hoping that after they provoke things, the strongest person will take the lead and will not be held accountable for their mistakes.
In this situation, minor frictions are inevitable.
After another minor friction, the Penglai Sect disciples were quite indignant and talked a lot about it.
"How many times has this happened this year? I can't even count. What do they want? They're not going to take advantage of the fact that they can grow out of the ground after they die and keep causing trouble for us, are they?"
"They can't grow out of the ground in the blink of an eye, and what grows out is not the original one. They should cherish their lives. Why are they so blind? Why do they have to crash into our people?"
"You think they're bumping into us, they think we're bumping into them!"
"If you ask me, we should have wiped out the demons a long time ago. It's not like now, where we have to check the seals one by one and repair any broken parts. It's so troublesome now! It would be great if we could just kill all the demons."
"Don't you know? I heard that there is a king among the demons. He seems to be the reincarnation of a demon. He has almost unified all the demons. Now all the demons are gathered on a continent. That continent was originally an island! You can imagine how powerful this king is. Apart from the Penglai Sect Master, who can defeat him? But the Penglai Sect Master is unwilling to fight."
"How could that be? Isn't he the one who loves to fight everywhere? And no one can beat him. He is the undisputed number one!"
"You don't know this. The Penglai Sect Master and the Demon King had a feud in their previous lives. Let's not talk about the previous lives but only this life. Before the Penglai Sect Master came to Penglai, he was stabbed by the Demon King!"
"Are they really destined to be mortal enemies? No wonder the Penglai Sect Master doesn't want to fight. He was stabbed before, so maybe now he is afraid of the rope after being bitten once. We can't blame him for this. We just need to be patient."
The disciples gradually shook their heads.
At the same time, a meeting was being held within Penglai Sect.
The elders gathered together, and the sword-bearer who was the sect leader sat in the middle at the top, listening to their discussion with an expressionless face.
"We are tolerating evil by tolerating it again and again. We can't continue like this, otherwise the demons will think we have no temper."
"Why don't we consider fighting them? Anyway, they are all gathered together now, so it's easy to fight them. Back then, the demons were like stars in the sky, everywhere, and it was very troublesome for us to catch them all in one fell swoop. Now it's really good, why not fight them?"
"If a fight really breaks out, the sect cannot shirk its responsibility and should take the lead. I wonder what the sect leader means by this?"
The elders and disciples looked towards the top, where the swordsman was.
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