sinovels Chapter 35 Sword Manual Page 4, that's it
Chapter 35 Sword Manual Page 4, that's it
21.
Jian has been a little upset these days.
As a peerless sword.
It feels that its life is not easy.
When facing Jimeng before, saying anything was equivalent to saying nothing.
Now facing Heng Yaoguang, not saying anything is equivalent to saying everything.
Jian couldn't think of a way for the lonely and widowed Jian to live in peace.
As soon as it saw Heng Yaoguang.
It's just a mess in its head.
22.
Jian understands that this is all reasonable.
After all, that heart-to-heart talk in the wasteland.
Although Heng Yaoguang said it was all a misunderstanding, but before entering the meditation, he still remembered to put an extra layer of soft ears on it.
The sword is enlightened.
It really feels like it.
It is the white moonlight that Heng Yaoguang couldn't ask for.
23.
Heng Yaoguang is a sword cultivator who doesn't like to enjoy himself.
What he insisted on doing was crazy.
Jian knew nothing of his madness.
The sword only knew that it was a peerless sword, and it didn't enjoy the fame and drink of the world's number one sword cultivator.
Instead, he followed the No. [-] sword in the world to build broken temples and broken Taoist temples.
You have to live in a mortal's house.
Fortunately every time.
It is just a sword in Heng Yaoguang's hand.
24.
Heng Yaoguang never said a word about where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do.
Asked by knocking on the side of the sword.
I only know that this matter is beneficial to Jimengshi.
Jian thought, this is not bad.
Although it failed to recognize its master with Ji Mengshi for a long time, in its heart, Ji Mengshi was its best master.
It doesn't matter who Heng Yaoguang regards as Bai Yueguang.
As far as Jian was concerned, he only hoped that Ji Mengshi could continue as usual.
But the sword also has its own worries.
For example, they have lived in the ruined temple for three nights.
On the first night, it rained continuously, but it could still bear it.
On the second night, there was a strong wind, and it endured it again and again.
On the third night, the heavy rain poured down, and the gilt gold fell off the Buddha statues all night.
Jian couldn't take it anymore.
The sword fights with reason.
Heng Yaoguang looked over in the rain and fog of the night.
He said: "Most of the people I want to find come from the wilderness. I don't know how to find them for the time being, so I can only make a bad plan."
Jian thought for a while.
Well, it admits, and there's nothing it can do about it.
25.
With no other choice, one person and one sword stayed in the wasteland, in the ruined temple, in a deserted place, and stayed for half a month.
Finally on a sunny day.
In the desert wasteland.
Heng Yaoguang easily stopped the person he was looking for without even drawing out his sword.
The person he is looking for still has two or three senses.
But it's completely different from what I've seen before.
With the sword in the sheath, he felt dizzy at any sound.
It heard Heng Yaoguang asking: "You guide me to remember my fate, now I want to go again, what do I need?"
The man's eyes were hidden behind black hair.
Like a dark night with only sporadic lights.
The man answered him, "Some places you've been to once, you can't go there again."
"Just like your destiny, once it starts, it will never be easily changed."
Heng Yaoguang said: "If a person's heart is not stable when holding a sword, the sword will be unstable. I am not such a person."
There was a slight smile in the man's voice.
——"But you and I both understand that walking according to your own destiny is more useful than any struggle."
You and I are both sword cultivators.
They also know which way they should go.
"You're right," Heng Yaoguang said, "but my way is different from what you want."
26.
The sword in the sheath was confused.
It thought that only Heng Yaoguang could hear him on the left and right.
It immediately said: "I don't understand."
Heng Yaoguang frowned lightly, before she had time to answer.
The dark-eyed man in black suddenly grinned.
The man said, "Don't you understand? That will be easy. Do you know whose sword you should have?"
Jian replied without hesitation: "Of course I am Ji Mengshi's sword."
The man almost laughed out loud.
He buried his head so that no one could see any expression.
The hand holding only the sword was terribly pale.
He continued slowly—"You are naturally Jimengshi's sword. You should be his sword, so that fate will always make people unable to struggle."
At the end of the sentence, Heng Yaoguang responded to him first: "You follow the sky, and how much you get is not important to me."
He chuckled: "Get it? If you entrust this kind of fate to me, then everything will be back on track now - you don't want to. You are asking for the misery of the people, you are asking for the peace of the people."
Heng Yaoguang said: "This has nothing to do with you."
At this moment, the sword suddenly hit the palm of the hand in its sheath.
It yelled: "You guys don't talk! Wait. Why can anyone hear me besides you?"
The man looked up at it.
It's like melting into the vast nothingness, leaving only a void.
The man said leisurely: "Because I and the sword are also destined by nature."
Jian froze.
Jian thought for a while.
It originally wanted to ask a question or two, but out of the corner of its eye, it caught a glimpse of Heng Yaoguang's unattractive expression.
Jian was a little nervous.
Jian fiercely responded: "Then, then you are destined to be with the sword, so it has nothing to do with me! This divine sword is unique! It is rare in a thousand years! Even if you are destined to be with me, I will not be your sword!"
The author says:
I'm going to take a leave of absence tomorrow. I'm in a bad state recently.