These days, Xiao Shu did not go to Li's mansion again. It took three or four days just to pull out the broken sword in the house. Then it took another half a month to repair the roof and replace some tables and chairs before it could barely live. During this period, the people from Li's mansion also came to find Xiao Shu, but were surprised to find that the place was full of broken sword remains. Not to mention that it could not be occupied, it was difficult to settle down. Even a few people could not enter, let alone find Xiao Shu.

Now, it was very good. There was a demon living in this place. Every household said that God had given a punishment and killed the monster with a sword rain.

But after about a month, someone passed by then, but found that a small path appeared in the originally dense broken sword. The original road surface turned into a solid metal shape. It looked closely and was exactly the end of the hilt of the original broken sword.

Li Yuanfeng was lying on the ground bored. He actually didn't fall into practice this month. He was just used to Xiao Shu's guidance. Suddenly he disappeared. He was quite happy at first, but now he missed him a little.

Suddenly a face appeared in front of him, which scared Li Yuanfeng so much that he jumped three feet high. He was about to scold him, but when he looked carefully, his arrogance disappeared and asked excitedly, "Master, where have you been this month? I can't find it even if I go to find you. What's wrong with Wan Jianping?"

Xiao Shu looked at Li Yuanfeng with a smile, without saying a word, but nodded and shook his head, pointing to the sword that was thrown to the ground by Li Yuanfeng.

"Ah haha, I'm just taking a break for a while, I haven't finished my homework these days. By the way, where is your umbrella, Master?" Li Yuanfeng hurriedly picked up the sword. He felt that Xiao Shu seemed to have become a different person, but he couldn't say what was different.

Xiao Shu still didn't answer. As soon as he raised his hand, he was stunned for a moment and put it down again. He slowly walked to the side of the sword frame next to him, took off an ordinary iron sword, and stabbed Li Yuanfeng in a stance.

Li Yuanfeng was a little confused and didn't say this. Is this a test of his achievements these days? But if Xiao Shu had never done it himself before, he would always have hundreds of swords at one wave of his hand, and he looked like a sword immortal. This is also one of the important driving forces for Li Yuanfeng to practice hard. The sword moves with his heart, and his every move is like an immortal.

Li Yuanfeng concentrated his mind and did not expect that Xiao Shu just used the three swords indifferently and put them away. He smiled and said, "The changes in swordsmanship are from the heart. I will naturally teach you what I can teach, but if you really want to achieve something, you can't rely too much on the sword skills I teach. You still need to have your own things."

"Master, do you think I'm too stupid and don't want to teach me?" Li Yuanfeng felt something was wrong when he heard this.

Xiao Shu shook his head and said, "That Wanjianping is my personal lesson. As for the red umbrella, I am not worthy of holding the sword now. Yuanfeng I know you are willing to learn, not that I don't want to teach, but that I just don't want you to regret it when you reach the state."

"Master, you are a sword immortal. Yuanfeng is not talented. He believes that he may not be able to catch up with Master in his whole life. He does not ask for a thousand miles of sword control, ascend in the sun, only seeks freedom for a lifetime. I don't understand what realm is not. Yuanfeng is not smart and cannot understand any great principles. Even if someone teaches him, you are too proud of me." Li Yuanfeng smiled bitterly. For him, what Xiao Shu said was simply looking at the sky from the bottom of a well, and he was worried about how he flew in the future. To be honest, he really didn't think so much.

Xiao Shu couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and held his forehead and said, "Okay, since you said that, why don't you practice swords quickly! Who told you to stop?"

Li Yuanfeng responded, wiped the sweat beads from his forehead, and his dark and tangled muscles could not tell that he was a pampered young master a year ago.

"Raise your hand a little higher, and draw your sword faster. Haven't you eaten?"

"How many times have you said it, change depends on your heart. If you have such a rigid way, you may suffer a loss the first time, but you will die the second time!"

"I can't take action, I'll shoot my sword ten thousand times. Don't eat if I can't finish it."

Li Yuanfeng was used to Xiao Shu's sternness, and he felt sorry for Li Yuanwai. Due to Xiao Shu's relationship, he could only secretly bring him some food when Li Yuanfeng practiced his sword until late at night.

Xiao Shu never practiced swords again, as if he had completely forgotten about this. During the day, he was writing and drawing aside in addition to guiding Li Yuanfeng. When he went back at night, he pulled out the broken swords on the ground one by one. He looked carefully and saw that it was all night. The next morning, he inserted the broken sword back.

"What are you looking at?" Linglongzi once asked.

"I'll find another thing." Xiao Shu said.

"What?"

"Look for my sword." Xiao Shu said with a smile.

Linglongzi looked at the red umbrella alone in the yard and silently took off the jade flute. Xiao Shu looked for her for the whole night and she stayed with her for the whole night. She was like this every day, every night, even if it was windy, frost, rainy and snow, it was still the same.

Five years later, the twelfth lunar month was filled with cold winds and frost and snow.

Xiao Shu pulled up the last broken sword from Wan Jianping and gently wiped away the frost on it. The biting touch and the rusty sword body were no longer as sharp as before. The sword was so dull that it could not even cut off the wood.

"It's not this one," Xiao Shu shook his head and said.

"Is that one?" Linglongzi pointed to the red umbrella that was no longer bright and dark.

Xiao Shu nodded and shook his head, "That's my sword from the past, not now, not it."

"Are you leaving?" Linglongzi asked.

"I don't have my sword here, so I should go to other places to look for it." Xiao Shu said with a smile.

"I'll go with you."

"No, I'll find it myself." Xiao Shu waved his hand, turned around and pulled up the red umbrella that had not been moved for five years, and once again carried it on his back, leaving Nancheng and Muzhou.

Inside Xiangyue Building.

"I asked you six years ago why you came here. You said you were looking for the answer. Have you found it?" the woman in white asked with a smile.

Linglongzi nodded.

“What is it?”

Linglongzi took off the jade wine pot from her waist and shook it and said, "This."

On this day, Linglong, the leading brand of Xiangyue Tower, disappeared. She was tired of the world and returned to the Xuanji Gate of Zhongshan, Hengling, Qingzhou. She had found the answer she wanted.

This news really made the rich children sad for a long time, and even Xiangyuelou's business was much worse during this period.

On the second day, Li Yuanfeng never waited for Xiao Shu, but he still practiced his sword on his own. The stone table in the distance was filled with paper, and villains danced with swords. The words were not very good, and they used the most straightforward words to fully understand each move and every point of view.

Maybe Xiao Shu is not as experienced as those famous sects, but he still makes his best efforts, hoping that his first or last disciple can truly achieve success in his studies. Perhaps it was indeed for money and improving his life at the beginning, but no one can be ruthless than plants and trees. Li Yuanfeng's efforts also made Xiao Shu look at him with admiration.

Although he was not as good as those geniuses, he had spent six years to enter the sixth grade, and was only one step away from the realm of the mysterious world. Not to mention the Nancheng, Li Yuanfeng was only in his early twenties, and he could be considered excellent among other sects.

Xiao Shu would leave one day, and Li Yuanfeng always knew that even people who were incompetent like him were tired of staying in this small place, let alone the figures like his master, even if Xiao Shu ascended in the daytime, he would not feel surprised.

However, he still felt a little regretful. He had entered the sixth grade and had little effect in his simple hard practice. It was time to go out to see the world. He also thought that his master would take him to explore the world. After all, this was his dream, but Xiao Shu came so casually and left so casually.

In early spring, Li Yuanfeng took a salute and left Nancheng with his horse, reluctantly seeing everyone in the Li family. Before leaving, Mr. Li specially asked him to bring more money and immediately carried seven swords. With this one on his body, the horse was crushed to a great extent.

Looking back at the hometown of Nancheng, it was the place where he had lived for more than 20 years. When he was about to leave, Li Yuanfeng felt sad and didn't know when he would come back again.

But if you don’t make a name for yourself, not only will you be sorry for your master’s teachings over the years, but also for your hard work. Li Yuanfeng patted his cheek, put on a hat, and shouted “Go.”

On this day, it was light rain and frost and snow.
Chapter completed!