Jiang Su had been in seclusion for half a year. On the day of his exit, as soon as he left the snow cliff, he saw several people waiting for him outside.
The leader was the senior brother Zhang Wenxue who took care of him growing up. Looking at him with a tender expression, he first raised his hand to straighten his long and slightly messy hair, complaining softly, "Junior brother, these six months. Come, you are suffering."
Jiang Su replied, "It's not hard."
Zhang Wenxue patiently brushed the fine dust off his shoulders again. Seeing that his clothes were a little messy, he couldn't help but say, "If you are so sloppy again, how can there be a girl's home—"
He paused, and suddenly felt a little lost.
"Junior brother." Zhang Wenxue lowered his head to adjust the front of his clothes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and said, "If...if you have a family."
Jiang Su looked calm: "No."
Zhang Wenxue was slightly startled, with a look of joy on his face, looking up expectantly.
Jiang Su: "They will only affect the speed of my sword."
Zhang Wenxue: "…"
The disciple in the sect: "..."
The seventeen-year-old junior nephew Qi Du stood aside, inexplicably delighted when he saw his master deflated.
Uncle Shi doesn't like Master, so he has a chance.
Qi Du hurriedly stepped forward, blinking innocently, and asked, "Is there any improvement in the martial arts of Xiaoshishu?"
Jiang Su replied lightly, "Yes."
"Little Martial Uncle is willing to compete with me!" Qi Du felt that he had perfectly grasped Jiang Su's interests and preferences, and he hurriedly continued, "Du'er has been practicing martial arts hard for the past six months, and he has made progress!"
Jiang Su really stopped, looked at him, nodded slightly, and motioned for him to draw his sword.
Qi Du drew his sword happily.
Qi Du happily raised his sword and rushed towards Jiang Su.
Qi Du had already imagined in his heart the picture of two swords entangled in love.
Then the two swords intersected, Qi Du watched eagerly as his sword was picked up by Jiang Su with one move, drew a perfect parabola in the air, flew high over the treetops and branches, smashed the snow, and fell with a plop. Falling off the snow cliff, there are countless birds flying.
Qi Du: "..."
Jiang Su: "It's boring."
Qi Du: "..."
Jiang Su: "You are too good."
Qi Du: "..."
Jiang Su: "Shame."
Qi Du: "..."
Qi Du cried.
There was silence all around, and only Zhang Wenxue could be heard muttering.
"Junior brother." Zhang Wenxue said, "You should be merciful."
Jiang Su turned a deaf ear.
Qi Du cried even more sadly.
…
This is the tenth year of Jiang Su's transmigration.
Ten years ago, he inexplicably entered a novel about multi-person sports by a certain Tang and became the ten-year-old protagonist Jiang Su.
In the book, Jiang Su is the number one beauty in the rivers and lakes. He is a young master of the Zhishui Sword Sect. He has countless admirers in the rivers and lakes. Unfortunately, he only loves elegance and does not like to practice martial arts. Poisoned with flamboyant poison, ruined and ruined, and fell into the abyss.
But this Jiang Su in the book is different.
He is a straight steel man who does not know the wind and moon. His mother and child have been single for many years, and he has no interest in love at all.
He just wanted to practice martial arts.
He has liked martial arts novels since he was a child, and is full of longing for the rivers and lakes in the novels, which are full of happiness and hatred.
What about love? Is it bad to practice martial arts
Love or something, really affects the heroes I walk in the arena.
Now that he has become the first sword in the arena, and ten years later, he will be weak, and it is time to restart the plot of the original book.
There was one more thing he needed to do before he left for the Wulin League at the prologue of the original book.
He had to fall to the snow cliff first and retrieve Qi Du's sword.
…
In fact, Jiang Su didn't care if Qi Du was crying.
But it was the sword that fell.
The life of the swordsman's daughter-in-law, the swordsman, now that he has lost the daughter-in-law of his nephew, just thinking about it makes him feel uncomfortable.
This snow-falling cliff is extremely deep, the mountain is as steep as a knife, and there is no way to walk. You can only rely on light work to go up and down. It is difficult for those who are weaker to do it. Now the ice and snow on the cliffs have not melted, and it is even more difficult to walk. Looking at the entire Shishui Sword Sect, only Jiang Su can survive the winter when the snow and ice have not disappeared.
He sneaked down Luoxue Cliff while it was dark, picked up Qi Du's sword smoothly, and was about to return to Luoxue Cliff when he suddenly realized that the surrounding situation seemed to be wrong.
At the bottom of the snow cliff, there should be no people.
But now he couldn't see the broken branches of trees in the distance, and the bushes beside the cold pool at the bottom of the cliff were overwhelmed by a large area.
Someone is nearby.
He held the sword in his hand and approached cautiously, but after taking a few steps, he only heard a rustling sound, and then there was a sound of breaking through the air, and the cold air of the sword had arrived.
Jiang Su's reaction was quick, and he stabbed back with a sword. When the swords intersected, he already had an estimate in his heart—
Hidden in the dark is a famous swordsman.
Still a master who is enough to rival him.
He couldn't help being excited, and he wanted to fight this man for 300 rounds immediately. He focused all his attention on this man's sword moves. As for whether the opponent was male or female, fat or thin, he no longer cared.
He never looked at the face of the other party at all. After a few tricks, Fang noticed that the man's sword tricks were a little vague.
It was only then that he remembered the bloodstain on the snow just now. This person must have been seriously injured.
But it's too late.
He felt that he had met an indistinguishable opponent, and he showed no mercy in every move, forcing the man to stand up against his severely injured body. In the last move, Jiang Su flew the opponent's sword, and the man vomited a mouthful of blood. fell into the snow.
Jiang Su looked up at the flying sword.
The long sword drew a familiar parabola, and it fell into the cold pool on the side, and it sank to the bottom.
Jiang Su: "..."
This picture is so familiar.
He has seen it twice today.
Only this time... it's obviously a little troublesome.
He can't swim.
…
Jiang Su finally retracted his gaze and looked at the man on the ground.
It was a black-clothed youth in his early twenties. He was severely injured. The corners of his lips were covered in blood. There was a terrifying wound on his right shoulder that turned out the flesh, but it didn't look like a weapon. It was only then that Su noticed that he was holding the sword in his left hand, but at this moment, he was watching Jiang Su vigilantly, and the two of them spoke almost at the same time, asking each other, "Who are you?"
Jiang Su paused and coughed. After all, he lost the opponent's sword. He was a little guilty, so he hurried to answer and said, "I will send Jiang Su to the sword of Zhishui, I don't know who the young man is..."
He is the number one sword in the arena, and the "first beauty" in the hearts of countless people. He is very famous in the arena. As long as he mentions his name, he thinks that no one should not know him.
But the young man just frowned and read the words "Shishui Sword Sect", as if he didn't know him at all, and replied coldly, "Mu Yichuan."
Jiang Su had never heard of this name.
He saw the young man's alert expression, thinking that he was guarding himself, but Jiang Su didn't care, the man in front of him, dragging his heavily injured body and using a left-handed sword that he was not used to, was able to tie him in a few moves. If the injury heals, he believes that this person's swordsmanship will not be inferior to him.
It was rare for him to meet a master who could be on par with him in swordsmanship, and his excitement was beyond words. When he saw that the man was injured, he made an excuse and said, "You are injured, and I can't win."
Mu Yichuan looked at him silently.
"Why don't I take you back." Jiang Su said, "When you recover from your injury, we will not be too late."
Mu Yichuan was stunned for a moment, then Fang asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"
Jiang Su smiled: "What's there to be afraid of?"
This person suffered such a serious injury, and it would take a few months to recover. Before he recovered, Jiang Su was 100% sure that he could control him.
Yes, walking in these rivers and lakes, high martial arts means you can do whatever you want.
He pinned his nephew's sword to his waist, raised his head on his hips and looked at the height of Luoxueya, and estimated Mu Yichuan's weight in his heart, thinking that if he had to carry two swords and carry such a big man on his back It is really difficult to climb up.
Mu Yichuan was still full of doubts and asked him with a frown, "How do you want to get up?"
Jiang Su replied casually: "Left foot on right foot."
Mu Yichuan: "?"
Jiang Su coughed and said, "Climb slowly."
He squatted down slightly and motioned Mu Yichuan to climb on his back, but Mu Yichuan was hesitant. He clutched the wound on his shoulder and asked, "Why did you save me?"
Jiang Su didn't look back, but replied casually, "I can't see death without saving me, right?"
Mu Yichuan murmured, "Yes, you are a disciple of the righteous way."
He seemed to have come to his senses at this moment, and he stepped forward without saying a word, but he was reluctant to let Jiang Su carry him.
He had bled a lot, and his steps were a little weak. It was only Jiang Su's help that he could barely stand. The cliff was steep, and even if he was not injured, it was really tiring to climb up from here.
Jiang Su supported him and jumped to a rock where he could barely stand, Mu Yichuan finally couldn't help but said, "I'm not seriously injured, if you really can't get up, leave me behind. Bar."
Jiang Su was pulling the vines. The wind was too loud under the cliff. He never heard Qing Mu Yichuan's words, but said seriously, "Don't worry, you are not too serious."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Jiang Su was still serious and said, "The two daughters-in-law of the head of the Ningshan faction weigh hundreds of pounds. How heavy are you?"
After saying this, he dragged Mu Yichuan and jumped up a little bit, stepped on the branch of a tree with a crooked neck and barely stood still, and said, "Don't worry, if I really can't climb anymore, the first thing I will throw away is the sword. ."
Mu Yichuan was slightly moved, Jiang Su took a breath, and said, "Although the sword is important, it is a dead thing after all, how can it be compared with human life."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
Jiang Su said again: "Besides, the sword can't run, I can take you up first, and then come back to pick it up."
Mu Yichuan was inevitably moved.
He seldom came into contact with people of the righteous way, but only heard from the people around him that there are many righteous people in the rivers and lakes, but he never thought that they would do so much for a stranger they had never met.
He thought, maybe there are many good people with true temperament in the right path—
Jiang Su suddenly said: "Anyway, this is Qi Du's sword."
Mu Yichuan was startled: "What?"
The wind was so loud that Jiang Su obviously couldn't hear it clearly.
"Yes, the sword is the life of the swordsman's daughter-in-law, the swordsman." Jiang Su whispered, "But this is my nephew's sword."
Mu Yichuan: "..."
"Other people's wife." Jiang Su is righteous, "If you lose it a few times, it has nothing to do with me."