It was dawn, and the city was lively. There was a knock on the door, followed by Pei Wuji's voice: "It's time to get up and eat."
I didn't call "Taoist", after all, I was away from home.
Shen Du didn't sleep at all in the middle of the night. Hearing Sheng only put on the robe he was wearing, but when he wanted to tie the leather belt around his waist, he couldn't tie it well.
In the end was served from childhood.
He laughed inexplicably, his eyes flashed, and he only called out to the door: "Come in."
Pei Wuji, who was standing outside, was obviously stunned for a moment, a little hesitant, because he pushed the door and came in a moment after his voice fell.
Shen Du was wearing that deep purple robe, but the cuffs and robe corners were not very neat.
When he raised his eyes and saw him come in, he spread out his hands, and said naturally: "Feng Xiao is not here, but I'm tired of getting dressed. I'm working as Pei Zuo envoy."
When Pei Wuji was young, he was the only son in the family, and he was also pampered. It's just that on the Tiantian Cliff, the splendid life of the past is no longer, and many things can only be done by yourself.
So over the years, he will do a lot of things.
Including practicing martial arts, serving tea and water, dressing and sewing, and even cooking.
In the past many times, if something happened, he was always waiting for Shen Du when he was out of the house.
Shen Du also joked that without him he might starve to death in the wilderness.
But when did he mention such a sentence? Now that I think about it, it doesn't make any sense.
Pei Wuji suppressed the layers of unpredictable emotions that suddenly appeared in his heart, walked over silently, and arranged his robes for him. The finger pulps, which had grown thick calluses due to hard training in martial arts, were stroked from the folds of the collar and cuffs. In the end, he squatted down naturally and fastened the leather belt embroidered with dark purple and black patterns on his waist.
At this moment, he seemed to be hugging him.
His hands passed through his waist, almost wrapping the man in his arms.
It's just the same as any time before, Shen Du is aloof, and he is half-kneeling in front of him, not raising his eyes to see Shen Du's expression at the moment.
Once the details are taken care of quickly.
Pei Wuji got up and backed away.
Shen Du was still standing there, casually looking at his delicate and wide sleeve robe, and the somewhat gloomy pattern of demons on it, and then he looked at Pei Wuji.
There was no dissatisfaction on his young face.
He lowered his eyebrows and didn't even look at him.
The woundless knife he gave him in the past was quietly worn on his waist, and the dark red cast pattern was engraved on the tip of the blade like blood.
"Pei Wuji."
Shen Du suddenly opened his mouth and called him by his first and last name.
Pei Wuji suddenly noticed the unusual smell, and with a slight flicker in his eyes, he raised his head and looked at him.
But intuition prevented him from speaking first.
He just waited as if he knew that Shen Du had something to say behind him.
Shen Du admired his composure and coldness, which was completely different from his youth. When the corners of his lips were curved, he smiled softly, but he understated the question that came out of his mouth, but it was not so relaxing: "Back then You dare to oppose me, in the final analysis, there is an Oriental Halberd outside, right?"
"… "
At this moment, a chilling trembling surged up in my heart!
It's been so long, Pei Wuji thought he didn't notice it and didn't bother to ask. But in this unremarkable small town, in the inn, he asked so carelessly!
So his suddenly tense reaction at this moment has already sold himself.
Without his answer, Shen Duquan understood.
He didn't see any emotional fluctuations on his face, he just stepped forward, lightly picked up the woundless knife around his waist, looked at it, put it back, and said, "Let's go."
The 60th birthday of swordsmith Li Yan is today.
Jingmen City had already gathered guests from all directions, and at the gate of Jianlu, when it was time to welcome the guests, a lot of distinguished guests from all sides had already arrived.
Li Yan was not at the door either, but only thanked guests in the central hall.
He is sixty years old this year, over sixty years old, and his temples are gray, but because he has been casting swords all the year round, his body and bones are not bad, and he looks vigorous.
There is a beard on the bottom, but it looks very short.
There was no other reason. It was because he didn't pay attention when forging the new sword two days ago. The fire burned away most of his beard, leaving only this short one.
He was wearing a silk robe with a longevity pattern, and Li Yan's wrinkled face was rarely full of smiles, laughing with the people from all corners of the world who came to celebrate his birthday today.
The Young Leader of the Tianshui Alliance also came early.
When everyone arrived, he was already sitting on the left side of the hall, holding a cup of tea and sipping slowly.
As the young master of the No. 1 force in Shu, Chi Yin has a good-looking appearance, and his gestures are also an air of everyone.
The person sat on the chair, and it was like a golden sword.
Even the action of drinking tea reveals a natural contempt that doesn't put the world in his eyes.
Many people quietly turned their eyes to look at him, but they didn't know whether it was because of his scruples or other reasons. There were so many people around, but none of them dared to talk to him.
There was a whisper in the corner.
"I heard that the Tianshui Alliance came to Jingmen City yesterday. It seemed that they encountered a little accident on the way. They were intercepted by roadblockers who came from nowhere, and they were somewhat damaged. In the end, only seven people entered the city. You didn't see it, the city gate passed through. Horseshoe prints are all red on the street..."
"Who is so courageous to dare to do something to them?"
"Do you think it will be a demon?"
As soon as the three words "Dao of Demons" fell, the direction of the gate of Jianlu suddenly swayed, as if they had seen something terrible, and everyone's expressions changed.
The guests in the central hall also noticed it and looked over there.
Li Yan was talking with Yi Tianming, the sect master of the East Lake Sword Sect. Seeing this movement, he could not help but stop, his pale brows furrowed: "What happened?"
No one should answer him.
From the door to the outside of the central hall, everyone who saw it clearly had a layer of fear on his face, and even more, his face was ashen, and he couldn't help trembling.
Of course, there are also people of justice, frowning and furious.
"It's Pei Wuji..."
"Is the Demon Dao crazy? What are you doing here at Jianlu?"
"The surnamed Pei, today is the 60th birthday of Li Lao, and you have to step in as a demon. It's too deceiving, right?!"
Yes, this caused a horrifying unexpected visitor, not someone else, but Pei Wuji, the left envoy of Tianya in the Demon Daojian.
At this moment, he was holding a famous post and was handing it to the housekeeper at the door.
Hearing the scolding of the people inside, he lifted his eyelids and glanced in that direction, and he saw a bunch of righteous people with raised eyebrows at him.
If the situation were changed, and there were a few more people under his command, I was afraid that he would have already told the other party to shut up and lie on the ground before the other party could finish saying this ignorant sentence.
It's just that today is different.
Pei Wuji's cold and stern face showed a bit of killing intent, but he quickly pressed it back, only withdrew his gaze, and put the famous post in the hands of the dull-looking butler of Jianlu.
Over the years, Jianlu has also been considered a detached status in the arena.
As the housekeeper of Jianlu, he has seen a lot of the world, but at this moment, the skinny little old man in front of Pei Wuji is still in a cold sweat.
"This, this is..."
"Lao Li is celebrating his 60th birthday today. In the past, he was chosen by the old man for the gift of casting a knife. Today, Mr. Shen took the liberty to visit the door, and did not intend to provoke any disputes, but just came to celebrate the birthday of Old Li."
A chuckle came suddenly.
The person standing outside, closer to the door, saw the speaker almost immediately.
It's the steps up from the door.
It was clearly a very good-looking face, which made people's minds sway at first sight; but just at the moment when this idea came up, the deep and fierce murderous aura in this person's eyebrows was like a cold edge. , revealing a condensed coercion, which makes people breathless, suddenly fearful, and dare not look directly.
There are not many people in the world who have seen Shen Du, the legendary demon Taoist master. One is that 80% of the people who have seen him have died, and the other is that in recent years, there have been very few things in the demon Taoism that require him to come forward. Most of the time, Pei Wuji does it.
But just now, he called himself "Shen".
How many people on the Demon Road are surnamed Shen, yet possess such a terrifying murderous aura
So almost the moment he saw what he looked like and heard him say these two words, all the visitors from all directions inside and outside the Jianhu had already confirmed his identity!
A momentary enemy!
The one who draws the sword draws the sword, and the one who draws the sword draws the sword.
Li Yan's old face suddenly didn't look good.
But Shen Du didn't care, neither did he care about the sword that Zhuangzi raised towards him and didn't know when he had the guts to drop it, nor did he care about the ugly face of Duke Shou Xing today, he just walked in like a leisurely court.
Just like this, he stood in front of Li Yan under the gaze of everyone.
"Elder Li, the younger generation is here to congratulate you on your birthday."
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Shen Du had a bit of a smile on his face.
If it weren't for the hostility between the eyebrows already deep enough to be engraved in the blood, if it weren't for the sixteen demon patterns on this purple-black robe being too hideous, I'm afraid others would think that this is a handsome young man from where.
His attitude is true and kind, and there is no falsehood in the slightest.
Many people in the arena don't know what is the relationship between Shen Du and Li Yan, the demon and Taoist master. They only heard that the woundless knife that Pei Wuji, the left envoy of Jian Tianya, is using now is actually Li Yan who was Shen Du in the past. It is not clear what happened in it.
Of course, no one knew how this knife got into Pei Wuji's hands.
Ke Li Yan himself is clear.
The old man who stayed by the fire all the year round, his complexion had a purplish red like sunburn, and his eyes were pressed by lines of wrinkles. After seeing the ups and downs of the world, he already had a sense of mastery.
Just looking at Shen Du at this moment, still heartbroken.
Who would dare to believe that Shen Du, the demon and Taoist master above ten thousand people, who can make the entire martial arts face an enemy with only one appearance in front of him, was only a shy man many, many years ago. What about the shy, timid and kind-hearted boy
At that time, the Dao of Demons was still in charge of his parents.
Li Yan remembered very clearly that the little boy lowered his eyebrows and followed behind the other boy who was half a head taller than him.
Originally, the demon came to force him to forge a magic weapon that was cut like mud for the young man named Dongfang Ji, who was the proud disciple of the demon master at that time.
Li Yan was not willing.
But the moment he saw Shen Du, he changed his mind, thinking that it would be a blessing for this young man to be able to take charge of the Demon Dao in the future, or martial arts.
So he told them fearlessly that it is possible to forge a magic weapon, but this magic weapon is not for that Dongfang halberd, but for that young man who looks a little timid...
is a knife.
Knife name, no damage.
But who would have thought that more than ten years have passed...
Things can change.
The cowardly young man of the year was already the most ferocious and frightening monster in the martial arts, and the innocent knife was worn on the waist of another person, taking the lives of countless people in the arena. .
Li Yan's gaze moved from Shen Du's body to Pei Wuji's body, and stayed on the knife hanging from his waist for a while before finally moving back.
The Shen Du in front of him was really unfamiliar.
He let out a long sigh, and said only to the countless fellows around the world whose swords were unsheathed: "You are a guest from afar, Dao Master Shen is willing to appreciate the light, and also make the sword house flourish. Today is the 60th birthday of this old man. All of you, give yourself a face, and let's wait for any grievances and grievances for today."