On the day Yan Xing met Wei Jingfeng, it had been raining in Lueyang for half a month. The autumn wind and rain make people depressed.
The entire Flower Street was immersed in the misty water vapor. It was not yet nightfall and there were no colorful lights or red silks. Only a few girls holding umbrellas walked through the alley from time to time. They held up the hem of their skirts with one hand and carefully walked around the water pool on the bluestone slabs. Their figures were light and graceful, and the corners of their skirts fluttered in the wind and rain.
There were no lights on in Chunxiu Tower, and the only light was from the wide-open wooden windows and the brazier in the hall. There were all kinds of people drinking, often seven or eight of them gathered around a table, speaking dialects from all over the place, and the sound of laughter and scolding filled the hall.
The young man by the window, wearing white clothes and carrying a sword, sitting alone at the table makes people feel that he is very elegant.
As for the kid in the corner with tattered clothes, messy hair and a knife on his back, although he was dressed as a knight-errant, he looked more like a street thug because of his childish face. Sitting alone in such a situation, he looked lonely and desolate.
He seemed unaware and ordered a jar of the cheapest Xifenglie tea, accompanied by a dish of peanuts soaked in vinegar, and drank it with relish.
Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded, breaking the hustle and bustle, "Sir, you haven't paid for your drinks yet."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw the pretty girl behind the counter standing up with her almond-shaped eyes wide open.
The six or seven big men who had already walked to the door also stopped, burst into laughter, and turned around cursing.
There were also merchants who were drinking and chatting in the hall. At this time, they began to gasp. The nervous expressions infected the other drinkers who did not know what was going on.
The big men with thick faces were obviously satisfied with their own intimidation and the current dead silence. They walked towards the counter, and one of them kicked over a table halfway. The strong energy rushed out, and the wooden table was broken into pieces.
As if it was some kind of unspoken signal, the drinkers threw away their cups and rushed out the door in panic.
The lobby was empty in an instant.
The leading burly man had already walked to the counter, smiling broadly, "You are ignorant, I don't mind, but I'm afraid my brothers won't agree, what do you say we should do?"
There was another round of laughter, accompanied by all kinds of obscene language.
The thin little girl didn't say anything, as if she was frightened.
The counter seemed about to be chopped in half by a machete and tragedy was about to happen, but today was destined to be different.
"What should I do if I have to pay for drinks?"
It turned out to be the gangster who was sitting alone, standing in front of the counter.
His presence was so low that no one noticed when he came over.
The bandits in Panlong Ridge had seen the world and practiced some simple body-building exercises, so they could tell at a glance whether the opponent was a tough one. If he was a cultivator, his aura and pressure would be different from that of ordinary people.
At this time, he spat fearlessly, "Where did you come from, you bastard? Get lost."
Yan Xing did not roll away. Instead, he dodged the oncoming fist and was about to reach out to draw his knife.
Before he touched the hilt of the knife, he felt a breeze behind him. He jumped onto the table like a kite, used the knife in its sheath as a stick, and struck the opponent in the heart with a backhand strike.
The man collided fists with the bandit leader again, and was hit hard. Yan Xing jumped up and down, fighting between them like a fish, and all the wine jars and cups were used by him like open and hidden arrows.
He used the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force, and his body movements were flexible, seemingly very cool, but unfortunately he was outnumbered and soon he saw blood, was pinned to the ground, and kicked in the chest.
"You bastard! If you call me grandpa, I'll spare your life today..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Xing spat a mouthful of blood foam at him.
The bandits were enraged and became ruthless. They didn't even use their knives, but kicked harder and harder, as if they were going to beat the man to death.
Miss Luhua took out a sword from the secret compartment of the counter, rolled up her sleeves and was ready to go forward.
“Zheng——”
With the sound of breaking wind, the bandit leader fell backwards. A wooden chopstick was firmly nailed into his Dazhuixue.
Looking again, the forgotten young man in white had put down his wine bowl and was holding the remaining chopstick in his hand.
Yan Xing forced himself to open his eyes. He couldn't see the man's face in the bloodshot. He only heard one sentence, "The Desolate Sword."
He thought to himself, what the hell is this?
The bandits rushed forward, wielding their machetes with great force.
The young man took another chopstick from the chopstick holder without even raising his eyelids, and said, "I want to spend the rest of my life in exile."
Yan Xing tried his best but still couldn't stand up. He half-knelt on the ground with the knife in his hand and spat out blood, muttering to himself, "Can't you just concentrate on the fight? Is it time to recite poetry now?"
"Yellow leaves are still blowing in the wind, and the brothel is still playing music."
The wind and rain outside the window blew in, and the young man stood up slowly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.
After he finished reciting these two sentences, the bandits rushed right in front of him, so he rolled up his sleeves and started beating them.
There was no elegance in his reciting poetry, but a ferocious fighting style with every punch hitting the flesh.
Cries of pain and pleas for mercy echoed throughout Chunxiu Tower.
Wei Jingfeng didn't use his true energy or sword energy, but relied solely on his physical strength to knock down this group of rabble, leaving them lying on the ground with more breathing in than out.
It's troublesome but fun.
Then he glanced at the kneeling gangster and reached out to pull him up.
Yan Xing didn't know what was going on, but the man was able to pull him. A powerful and unstoppable breath rushed into his meridians, and the pain in his whole body disappeared.
Miss Luhua served them a jar of wine and went to clean up the mess with the iron lock.
Yan Xing still hadn't come to his senses. Just now he even felt that he was about to die.
Seeing him like this, Wei Jingfeng, as an elder, couldn't help but tell him some life lessons, "That girl has already entered the threshold of cultivation, and she is more than capable of dealing with a few people from all walks of life. But she couldn't take action because there were guests in the building, so she waited to scare the onlookers away, and then she could teach them a lesson behind closed doors. You rushed to meddle in other people's business without thinking about it. How dare you open a store on this street without any ability or backing?"
After saying this, he had the illusion for the first time that he was a really good person.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xing did not feel any regret, but asked, "Whether I take action or not is my business. Whether she has the ability or not is none of my business."
The Sword Master was happy, thinking that this boy was quite interesting. It was rare to see such a fool follow his heart regardless of the consequences.
He was always reckless, and blurted out, "I'll take you in as my apprentice."
"Why?"
The Sword Master poured himself a bowl of wine and said, "There is a saying that goes, 'Minor injustices in the heart can be eliminated by wine, but the great injustices in the world can only be eliminated by swords.' Follow me and learn some skills, so that when you see injustice on the road in the future, you can go and seek death."
Yan Xing looked at the exquisite short sword on the other party's waist and grinned, "The sword is the gentleman's weapon of all weapons, but unfortunately there are more hypocrites than true gentlemen in this world. I don't want to practice sword, nor do I want to be a gentleman. I want to learn the sword and be a hero."
"Who says you have to be a gentleman to wield a sword? A knife or a sword is just an implement. You can learn whatever you want to learn as my apprentice."
Yan Xing thought, I can see that you are very capable and not an ordinary person, but I haven’t agreed yet, so how can I become your apprentice?
Also, you are at most about my age, how come you are an 'old man'?
He also poured himself a bowl and said, "After talking for so long, I still don't know what to call you, Your Excellency?"
If the other person didn't have similar personalities with him and they didn't have a pleasant chat, he wouldn't bother asking.
"Wei Jingfeng."
Yan Xing almost fell to his knees, doubting for a moment that he had heard wrongly, "What?"
The young man slammed the dagger on the table, "Some people also call me the Sword Saint."
*****
Yan Xing always felt that he was lucky.
When he was young, he worshipped the Sword Saint and became his true master, even though the master was completely different from the legend. After entering the Dao, he did many things that others thought were suicidal, but he didn't die. He even managed to save his life under Lin Yuangui's Shuoyue Sword.
But even many years later, he was still confused: The master was obviously not a scholar, so why did he quote from scriptures and recite poems when he met him that day?
How could he know that, on that day, the dean had calculated the exact location of the two stars' appearance. The Sword Saint came back from the academy, had an argument with the dean, and listened to a lot of poetry. He was filled with frustration and had no way to vent it.
I happened to see him when I was drinking to drown my sorrows.
I also saw the shadow of my youth, passionate, stupid, and brave.
Yan Xing said that whether I take action or not is my business, what does it have to do with me whether she has the ability or the support?
What choice Wei Jingfeng wants me to make is my business, what does how heaven arranges it have to do with me?
That's how it should be.
The cause and effect in the world are hard to explain. Yan Xing thought that it was the Sword Saint who saved his life, but he didn't know that he had also helped the Sword Saint.
Many years have passed and it is raining again in autumn. They are still drinking and watching girls in Chunxiu Tower. The street thug has become a free and unrestrained hero, and the young man in white is still a teenager.
After Yin Biyue fell deeply drunk, Wei Jingfeng talked a lot with Yan Xing.
Talking about the Meteorite Abyss, the Sword Tomb, and the Destiny Star Track.
At first, he slammed the table and scolded him, "You are such a worry. For someone like you, nine lives are not enough to die."
Finally, he said, "But please don't change it..."
When Yin Biyue sobered up, Wei Jingfeng got up and left without any reluctance.
I was drunk for half a month during the Yanxing trip.
Fortunately, Wei Jingfeng survived a near-death experience and came back. His words became daily teachings, not his last words.
Yan Xingcai can bring up the past without any shadow.
"Hey, my master said that for someone like me, nine lives wouldn't be enough to die."
Song Tang was stunned for a moment, "The Sword Saint is right."
Yan Xing turned to look at him, his eyes full of smiles, "Is that right? In fact, there is another sentence behind it, 'After I leave, I will find someone to deal with you.' Is this sentence correct?"
"That... is also true." Having said this, Song Tang hurriedly said goodbye, "I haven't finished reading today's official documents. I'm sorry to leave you, Brother Daoist Yan."
He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the main hall of Qinglu. The man's low laughter came from behind him.
The night is hazy and the shadows of the trees are swaying.
Even if a disciple saw the serious master chatting with a drunkard on a tree, he would think that he was seeing things.
Climbing Qinglu Mountain at night is something that happens once but never twice.
No one could figure out the cause and effect, not even Yan Xing himself knew what was going on.
*****
The third disciple of the Sword Master is a recognized playboy.
When he became famous as a teenager, he was unrestrained and unrestrained, drawing his sword to cut the water, and drinking to his heart's content while holding his sword in his hand. His pair of spring-like peach blossom eyes captured the hearts of many innocent girls.
But everyone who has seen him knows that he is neither sentimental nor promiscuous. Sometimes, he can even be a little dull and insensitive.
What a shame.
So when people heard that Yan Xing flirted with Young Master Song and had his legs broken, their first reaction was not "Is it true? I don't believe it", but... I finally waited for this day!
He doesn't mind watching the fun and telling others about it, and he is happier than making a breakthrough himself through seclusion.
Later, Yan Xing got drunk and boldly said that "people are sweeter". This added fuel to the fire and everyone knew about it.
The Qinglu Sword Sect advocates hard training, strict self-discipline and a high reputation.
Song Tang chased him and fled across most of the South Continent.
At that time, Yan Xing felt that he was wronged. It was all because of drinking and rumors. He was not a lecher at all.
After the misunderstanding was cleared up, the two sides sat down to talk properly, they fought side by side when the demon army invaded, and had a long talk after the battle, he finally came to realize that he was indeed a gangster.
Whenever I see Song Tang, I want to do something stupid.
The irrefutable facts are before our eyes, and no matter how strong the liquor is, it cannot be blamed.
For this reason, he did not see Song Tang for a while. When he was upset, he would fight with his eldest brother or fourth brother. He would go down the mountain and travel around, looking for new and interesting things to do.
After a while, I came to my senses and realized that it was simply not going to work. Sooner or later, I would become a mental obstacle on the path to enlightenment. So if I really wanted to see him, I would go and see him, and follow my heart.
I didn't do anything, I just thought about it, it's not that bad, Yan Xing thought.
Duan Chongxuan saw something and laughed at him for being a coward.
The days went on like this. The years passed quickly.
Until Yan Xing wandered around the Central Continent and met Chen Yi at the foot of Lianjian Mountain. This was not the first time they met, but it was different from the previous chance encounters where they nodded to each other.
Chen Yi said that he had reached a bottleneck in his practice, and since we were both practicing swordsmanship, he was willing to fight with him.
Yan Xing readily agreed.
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