It's early summer and the flowers are in full bloom. The Jiang family has a superior location and rich land, and even among the big ruins, it looks like a blooming flower.
There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. Ouyang Ming opened and closed his eyes and blew a breath of green air from his mouth. There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, and then a strong wind blew up from the ground, rolling up countless sand and stones. His eyes lit up and he chuckled: "The collision with Dong Chenyu made my spiritual energy more rounded and transparent. Without impurities, this kind of understanding of life and death under high pressure is the most rare.”
This is also true. When you are on the verge of death, your potential will burst out, and the probability of breakthrough is much greater than the probability of breakthrough if you practice step by step.
At this moment, an old man walked slowly along the sandalwood path. He was restrained in his sharpness and carried an old sword box on his back. But if you look closely, you can faintly detect the subtle and extremely pure sword. meaning.
"Senior He." Ouyang Ming thought for a moment, took the initiative to greet him, and said with a smile.
"I heard that Xiaoman doesn't want to go with you?" He Jian's eyes narrowed and he looked deeply at Ouyang Ming. He was a straightforward person who asked whatever he wanted and didn't make so many twists and turns.
Ouyang Ming nodded, touched his nose lightly, smiled bitterly, and said, "Xiaoman said that there is grandpa's aura in the ruins, and he doesn't want to leave. Moreover, he also wants to get back the things that belong to him."
He Jian's face was engraved with the traces of time and thousands of ravines. He gently exhaled a breath and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoman is extremely talented. He is used to seeing too many human relationships and the coldness of the world. For a Taoist, , this is originally a good thing, the mind has been tempered, and the path can be expected, but the bad thing is that he is too stubborn, and he is not lacking in scheming and skills. His belief and execution ability are the best, but if he cannot control it. The anger in his heart means that the ruins will be in trouble, and..." He paused, with a strange look in his eyes, looking at Ouyang Ming scorchingly.
Ouyang Ming's face was calm and he used his eyes to signal him to continue.
"Besides, if you weren't here, no one would be able to control him." He Jian said.
"No, although he has a stubborn temper and accepts death, he still listens to your words." Ouyang Ming retorted.
He Jian sighed heavily and said nothing.
There was a sudden silence in the courtyard. Both of them frowned tightly and had their own thoughts in their hearts.
After a while, Ouyang Ming bowed heavily to He Jian and said seriously: "Senior He, after I leave, Xiaoman will be left to you."
He has been in Daxu for a long time, and it is time to leave. Although he didn't figure out how the Great Ruins were formed, he had his own guess in his mind, but he was just not sure. He got a lot of benefits from this trip, and it would be greedy to stay any longer. Of course, the most important thing is that he misses Ni Yinghong, Bai Shixue, Wu Hanning, and Lao Jiangtou.
Although the world in the ruins worried him, what really worried him and could never let him go were the memories of his old friends.
After Xiaoman is settled and the debt is repaid, he will drift away.
He Jian looked embarrassed when he heard this.
He took off the sword box on his back, rubbed it gently with his fingers, making a rustling sound, and sighed leisurely, saying: "Brother Yu, you also know that there were originally six long swords in this box, but now there are only three swords left. I I want to take back the other three swords and keep them with An Jingyun for over a hundred years, and I will be laughed at. As I get older, I am afraid that others will poke my spine. "
Ouyang Ming nodded to express his understanding and said with a smile: "Although An Jingyun is a veteran sage, he can't stop your sword."
He Jian didn't know how to respond. After being stunned for a while, he shook his head: "You can't say anything in this world. The way of heaven is permanent but everything is impermanent."
Ouyang Ming heard it. It wasn't that he didn't want to take care of Xiaoman, but he was afraid that he would never come back.
He Jian is thorough in everything he does and is very responsible. He can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. He is afraid that he will not be able to fulfill his promise, which would be irresponsible to Xiaoman.
Ouyang Ming was also helpless and could only do the next best thing and said solemnly: "Senior He, after you get the sword back from the box, then..."
Before he finished speaking, He Jian put the sword box on his back, nodded heavily, and made a promise.
Ouyang Ming felt relieved, and the topics of conversation became more relaxed.
"Last time you said you would treat me to a drink, isn't it time?" He Jian blinked and said softly.
"Let's go inside and drink." Ouyang Ming patted his head, picked up He Jian and walked into the house.
I rummaged through the space bag and finally found a few bottles of good wine. With a wave of my hand, they were all placed on the table.
With a smile on his face, He Jian grabbed a pot, drank it proudly, and finished the pot of wine in one gulp.
Ouyang Ming is quite decent, but every movement gives people a different kind of beauty, as if he has blended into the world.
After drinking for three rounds, He Jian took a breath of alcohol and walked along the sandalwood path through the tightly guarded place to Jiang Xiaoxu's study without any nostalgia.
But this time compared with the last time, both the state of mind and the cultivation level are completely different. Unknowingly, He Jian's life trajectory has undergone tremendous changes, all because of Ouyang Ming.
"Coming?" Although the words he spat out were the same as last time, there was an imperceptible emotion that shook the air and came out of the study.
"Here we come." He Jian replied.
"Then let's have a drink. As you know, I have a lot of good wine hidden here. I'm reluctant to take it out when others come." Jiang Xiaoxu replied. As he spoke, without seeing any movement from him, the study door opened with a creak. , and this is also true. Not to mention coming here to drink, the number of people in the entire Jiang family who can come to the door of this study is no more than two palms.
"I just drank, let's forget it this time." He replied, stepping in slowly.
There hasn't been much change in the study. The lights are dim, and the expression on his face seems to have a mysterious and ancient charm. There is a picture of a lady hanging on the wall, with a graceful posture, looking up to the sky, but her brows are deeply furrowed, thinking hard about something.
The two people sat similar to each other, the wick made a sizzling sound, the flame swayed, and their figures were stretched by the firelight and reflected on the door. As the fire light swayed, Jiang Xiaoxu asked again: "You really don't drink?"
He Jian lifted the shoulder strap, shook the sword case, shook his head slightly, and spoke slowly and calmly: "No, drinking too much wine can easily lead to bad things."
Jiang Xiaoxu nodded and asked casually: "Are you here to say goodbye this time?"
"This is just one of the reasons." He Jian looked at the candlelight on the table and replied.
"I understand, there is one more thing. You want me to help you take care of Xiaoman, right?" Jiang Xiaoxu, who is mature and wise as a demon, took the initiative to speak out. He knew what He Jian was like, so he could naturally guess it.
"Well, after all, the other party is also a venerable, so you still have to be prepared for failure. Besides, this time, there will be no distinction between superiority and inferiority, only life and death." Having said that, He Jian's face was still as plain as an old tree bark. .
Without thinking, Jiang Xiaoxu stood up, added a little oil to the lamp, and nodded.
After receiving this promise, the smile on He Jian's face became a little bigger. He had a vague feeling that this trip would not be too smooth. That's why he is so cautious.
After cultivating to the level of a venerable person, the premonitions in his mind are as if they were given by heaven and are extremely accurate.
Jiang Xiaoxu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is Master Yu leaving?"
"Well, the people in the trial are just passers-by in the ruins." After saying this, He Jian felt a touch of sadness in his heart.
Jiang Xiaoxu also sighed. Although he had expected it, when he heard the news, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
During this period of time, rumors about Yu Tianrui have been echoing in his ears.
Of course, the focus of his attention was not on Ouyang Ming's cultivation, but on He Jian's breakthrough to the Supreme Being, which must be related to him. Although I don't know what can make people survive the catastrophe, but it doesn't matter.
As long as the Jiang family can gain Ouyang Ming's friendship, how many more nobles can be added? If we were lucky, it would not be impossible to integrate the human forces in the Great Ruins.
"I've said what needs to be said, I have to go." He Jian shook the box and said softly.
Jiang Xiaoxu sat still, silent, and did not see each other off.
He Jian didn't take it seriously. He walked up and down, making the sandalwood clatter with each step. He carried the sword box on his back and walked away gracefully.
Looking at He Jian's retreating back, Jiang Xiaoxu laughed and sighed softly: "Such a trivial matter is worth a trip in person, you are a venerable now." When he said this, his eyes also showed a solemn look, and he pondered. Tao, since Yu Tianrui can't be kept, it would be nice to have a good relationship with Xiaoman. As long as this passion continues and he doesn't look at the monk's face or the Buddha's face, he will not refuse if he asks for anything in the future.
Moreover, looking at He Jian's appearance, he also plans to regard Xiaoman as the person who will inherit the mantle, and he will definitely make a profit no matter what.
In the evening, He Jian left quietly.
Ouyang Ming sent her off for more than ten miles. He Jian paused, turned around, grinned, and said, "Okay, let's just go here. If you send her off any further, you'll be far away."
"Be careful on the road." Ouyang Ming said with his chin raised.
He Jian scolded with a smile and said: "I didn't expect you to have such a pretentious side. You just took the sword and made it feel like parting between life and death."
Ouyang Ming was not angry either. He patted He Jian on the shoulder and said with emotion: "It's not pretentious, I just don't know when we can meet again in the future, so I feel a little reluctant."
"Isn't it hypocritical to be reluctant?" He Jian asked.
Ouyang Ming: "..."
He Jian's eyes narrowed, and then he said: "Don't worry, this old bone of mine has just stepped into the Venerable for a few days, so I won't die easily."
"Take care." Ouyang Ming's voice was low.
"Well, let's go." He Jian waved his hand.
He was dressed in linen clothes, with a carving knife hidden in his sleeve and an old sword box on his back. His hair was messy and he walked slowly under the sunset.
The back view cannot be said to be desolate, nor can it be regarded as vicissitudes of life. The steps are very light, but every step gives people a sense of impact.
In the afterglow of the morning sun, He Jian gradually faded away.
On this day, the Sword God left with his box in his hands.
Ouyang Ming didn't look back until his back completely disappeared.
Shaking his head and sighing: "There is no such thing as a banquet in the world..." After sighing, he walked towards Jiang's house in a free and easy manner. He also paved the way for Xiaoman, at least making it easier for him to walk.