My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 88 The Little Master Goes Down the Mountain

Mu Jiantang looked at the slightly awkward boy in front of him, shook his head and smiled: "It should be when the swan is blind."

The young Xu Zhian frowned slightly and whispered, "Are you blind?"

Mu Jiantang did not comment, but stepped forward and patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "You should walk more and not stay in one place all the time. For example, if you want to get out of this formation, as long as you are willing to step onto the ten thousand feet cliff, the formation will naturally be broken. The problem is, if I don't tell you, or if you have never seen this kind of formation, will you think of a way to break it? So you have to understand that some things cannot be figured out by your brain alone. You have to experience it or see it in person to really learn it."

After Mu Jiantang finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and turned to head towards the top of the cliff.

He walked so casually, as if he was never worried about falling.

He was seen standing on the top of the cliff, stepping into the void. He did not fall as imagined, but disappeared into the void in a flash of light.

There is only the sound of the lonely wind here, and the young man and his dog are left alone in the straw hut.

Xu Zhian sat on the grass, and most of the wine in the jug had gone.

So I looked up at the rising sun in the sky, feeling like I was bathed in the spring breeze.

"I am just a teenager. A teenager should have more courage and never turn back until he hits a wall. A teenager should be like the rising sun, full of vitality. A teenager's body should be filled with hot blood and glow. I, Xu Zhian, should be like this too!"

The young man stood up, picked up the wine jug and faced the warm sun in the sky.

"Xu Zhian, you can do it!"

Then he drank all the wine in the jug in big gulps and then threw the jug far away.

"gone!"

As Xu Zhian's voice fell, a black sword on the millstone instantly flew into the young man's hands and was hung behind him.

The black dog beside him quickly followed, holding a half-eaten bone in its mouth.

Just when the man and the dog were on the cliff, the black dog suddenly dropped the bone in its mouth and barked wildly a few times, looking like a kidnapped child cursing non-stop.

Xu Zhian couldn't help but smile bitterly. He put the black dog into the luck bead and took a decisive step forward.

The young man only took one step, and this step created two completely different worlds.

When Xu Zhian appeared again, he had arrived in front of a mountain wall. This was the place where he had gone down to the bottom of the cliff.

Half a day later, the young man returned to the small courtyard on the top of the Immortal Peak.

Xu Zhian pushed the door open and walked in. On a tea table in the main hall of the house, a letter with the ink already dried up was pressed under a cup.

Xu Zhian picked up the letter, opened it and read it carefully.

The letter was nothing but a thank you for saving her life, and a reminder that the sword art of Taiyi Sword Art should not be passed on to others. The demon sage inner elixir Mu Jiantang gave her was also placed in the bedclothes. Finally, she said that she was going home, and if the boy wanted to defeat her, he should go and see the great road battle in Zhongzhou. If they could meet again, she would treat him to another drink.

Xu Zhian put away the letter and smiled.

I went to the bed and turned over the bedding, and sure enough, there was a blue-gray wooden box placed inside.

Xu Zhian opened the wooden box, and a stream of light instantly filled the entire room, like a dream.

After putting away the wooden box, Xu Zhian went to the woodshed again and used a branch to dig out the ashes. A few slightly charred things were pulled out.

Xu Zhian picked it up and squeezed it. It seemed to still have a trace of heat. He didn't know whether it was because the sweet potato had been out of heat for a short time and still had residual warmth, or because the young man had a bright heart and couldn't feel the coldness of everything else.

After the boy finished eating, he lay down on the bed and took a nap.

I don’t know how much time had passed, I only knew that Xu Zhian had woken up from a dream and the sky suddenly darkened.

It was bright and bright the next day.

Xu Zhian walked on the long-lost stone road, which gave people a solid and heavy sense of security and made their steps brisk.

When I left the mountain, my friend's house was still deserted and desolate.

He still remembered that on the first day of the new year, the young man walked through the wind and snow to Jianya, asked him for a jar of spring thunder, and then disappeared on the top of the cliff.

The dream of the following fifteen years made Xu Zhian even more confused about where the young man had gone.

"You haven't come back yet?"

The boy talked to himself in a very low voice.

But even so, it still reached the ears of those who were interested.

"came back."

The boy turned and looked in the direction of the town, where there was a young man in white with a smile on his face.

"Should I call you Xu Zhian? Or should I call you Mr. Young Master?"

Xu Zhian smiled slightly: "Let's call me Xu Zhian. It always feels weird to call me young master."

The young man nodded: "I'll still call you young sir. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I still understand."

Xu Zhian smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"You never called me that before?"

The young man smiled and said, "People always change, aren't you the same?"

Xu Zhian asked curiously, "Did you go under the Sword Cliff before?"

The young man nodded: "Yes."

Xu Zhian also nodded: "For inheritance?"

The young man shook his head. "For a sword. I was too ignorant at the time. Now I think it was quite beyond my capabilities."

"By the way, I have to leave the town. I have been waiting for you since the formation was broken. I thought you were my only friend here, so I thought it would be better to say goodbye in person and ask for a jar of good wine."

Xu Zhian smiled, and another round of spring thunder came.

This Spring Thunder is one of the few altars the young man has.

"Thank you very much."

Lin Jianyi took the jar of wine and smiled slightly.

Afterwards, he walked away freely with his white shirt floating in the wind.

In front of a medicine shop called Jiuzhentang in the small town, three little children were squatting on a step on one side, staring intently at the stage in the distance.

Sometimes they looked happy, sometimes they were filled with indignation. The lame old man next to them also smiled slightly when he saw this. His expression seemed to be saying that the expressions of these three people were even more exciting than the story on the stage.

At this time, a young man dressed in black walked along the long street, and even the long sword behind him was black.

The young man stopped in front of the shop and said with a smile, "Long time no see, everyone."

The little boy in black clothes, holding his chin, jumped up and shouted, "Xu Zhian, you are not dead yet?"

Even Mu Xiangyang, who was standing by, looked at the young man solemnly.

Only the little girl, with her big eyes flashing, curiously asked the boy in black clothes: "Fan Jin, who is he?"

Fan Jin replied: "His name is Xu Zhian."

When the little girl saw the sword behind the boy, she said, "He looks very powerful. He should be good at fighting, right?"

The boy shook his head and said, "I don't know. Last time I saw him fighting with someone, he didn't finish the fight and then disappeared. I thought he was beaten to death by that young master!"

The little girl carefully looked at the black-clad boy and said, "He doesn't look very good. I guess he's just pretending by carrying the iron sword."

At this time, Fan Jin on the side hurriedly flattered her and said, "She is definitely not as good as your sister Jiang, nor as handsome as your sister Jiang."

Xu Zhian couldn't help but laugh when he saw the three little kids commenting on him.

At this moment, the voice of old man Yao came from the pharmacy, "Don't be rude."

Then the old man slowly came to Xu Zhian, looked the young man up and down, and smiled slightly: "Not bad, better than before."

"My name is Yao Yunzhong, nice to meet you, young master."