Chu Qingxiao who was following behind wanted to help him, but the old man stubbornly broke away from Chu Qingxiao's hand.
"You have to walk your own path after all."
"The old man hasn't reached the point where he needs support yet."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Chu Qingxiao had no choice but to give up and follow his temper slowly.
Chu Zhaozhao still remembered that when she first arrived at Cangying Village, the old man helped her and said a few nice words. She had a good sense of the old man, so naturally she would not rush him.
Ziyu, on the other hand, was already impatient. Seeing Mr. Xu taking his time and leisurely but unwilling to be supported, she was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't say much after all.
The three of them spent some time and finally arrived in front of Mr. Xu's hut at the innermost side of Goshawk Village.
The old man stretched out his hand and groped on the door panel, looking for the door.
Seeing this, Chu Qingxiao hurriedly stepped forward and opened the door for him.
The old man was a little unhappy and frowned.
"Open the door for you, why are you so unhappy?" Ziyu, who was holding back her anger, muttered dissatisfiedly.
When these words came out, Chu Qingxiao and Chu Zhaozhao both frowned.
The old man was not angry, he just turned back to Ziyu and said, "Little girl."
"This person, no matter how many close friends he has, will inevitably end up walking alone for long nights."
"You have to walk the road you should take. The more dependent you are, the harder it will be when that day comes."
These words seemed to have profound meaning, but Ziyu curled her lips and said no more.
Mr. Xu was very familiar with his house. When he walked into the room, his steps became much faster.
He led everyone all the way to the room where he made his sword.
The fire in the room was not extinguished. Chu Qingxiao took a look and saw that only two of the three sword embryos that had been roasted on the stove were left, one of which had become his sad Linyuan sword.
"Yue Jian, I raised her with my own hands."
"Logically speaking, if something happens to her, it's my turn to save her."
"But the old man doesn't have the ability yet. Are you willing to go through this for me? The old man has nothing to offer and only knows how to forge swords. Let's just pick one each."
The old man said this.
After hearing this, Chu Zhaozhao and Ziyu both looked strange.
Ziyu was the first to say: "I understand the kindness, and I'm not here to save people. My junior uncle asked me to protect the two of them. They are going back to danger, and I can only follow them to prevent anything from happening to them.
The teacher punishes you. So, if you want to thank them, just thank them."
Having said that, she seemed to have realized the strange character of the old man in front of her during the brief contact. She stretched out her hand and pointed at the sword behind her: "Have you seen this sword? This is..."
"Silver light falls on the snow, the sword of the Earth Evil King." Before Ziyu could finish her words, the old man revealed the details of the sword behind her.
"Huh?" Ziyu was stunned after hearing this. She subconsciously stepped forward, stretched out her hand and waved in front of the old man's eyes.
"Stop swinging. The old man has been blind for more than ten years and cannot see." But the old man said this: "What's more, since we met, you haven't drawn your sword, so it's useless even if you can see, right?"
"Then how did you know?" Ziyu felt incredible. She turned to look at Chu Qingxiao and Chu Zhaozhao suspiciously, and sneered: "Did you two tell him secretly?"
Chu Qingxiao and Chu Zhaozhao both looked helpless.
Before they could explain, they heard the old man say again: "All swords in the world have a spirit. Although the old man can't see it, he can hear the sound of the sword. This name was told to me by himself."
When the sword becomes spiritual, it is indeed possible to communicate with people.
Of course, this kind of communication is not based on simple speaking and listening, but the perception after connecting with the sword.
But this process is also extremely long.
Even though Ziyu has had this silver light and Luoxue for more than a year, she has not yet reached the point of connecting with her.
Naturally, she did not believe that the old man could hear a message that even the master of the sword could not perceive.
"Huh! It's so mysterious." She said.
The old man did not argue.
Ziyu was dissatisfied, but for a moment she really couldn't think of any other way to let a blind old man know the details of the sword behind his back.
She decided not to dwell on this issue and said instead: "Since you also know that my sword is the Earth Demon King Sword, you will also understand that I don't need other swords..."
"The kendo of Tianxuan Mountain has long ceased to be kendo."
"Eager for quick success and instant benefit, you will destroy the seedlings and encourage them to grow."
"Baby, the sword is a good sword, but the road is not right." The old man said this.
For the disciples of Tianxuan Mountain, such words are already somewhat slanderous.
Ziyu frowned, unable to suppress the dissatisfaction in her heart after all: "Huh! I, Tianxuan Mountain, have stood in Yu for hundreds of years, and I am the leader in the world of swordsmanship. Whether my way is upright or not, is not something you can criticize, right?"
"No. 1 in the world?" The old man muttered these four words with a smile on his face: "These four words are like a mountain that weighs on the shoulders of future generations, and it is also a city that traps people's hearts."
"Learning to practice the sword, holding the sword, is it for Tao or for fame?"
The old man's words seemed to come out immediately, Ziyu was stunned when she heard them, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.
"No problem, this sword is reserved for you. I hope you will never need it."
After saying this, the old man turned his head to face Chu Zhaozhao.
"Sir, what I practice is the art of observing the sword and cultivating the mind..." Chu Zhaozhao said immediately.
She did not resist the sword given by the old man, but because of the key to observing the sword and nourishing the mind, all she could use was the rusty sword on her back. No matter how good the old man's sword was, it would be a waste to give it to her.
"It's okay, I want peace of mind, just help me fulfill my wish." The old man said with a smile, but his tone was a bit firm.
"What I, Xu Dangren, dislike the most in my life is owing favors to others. Just think of it as helping me."
Xu Dangren?
Upon hearing this name, Ziyu raised her eyebrows and secretly wrote it down.
Although she was not willing to agree with what the old man had just said, some of his words seemed to make some sense.
What's more, even without these, the old man could "hear" the identity of Wang Jian behind her. Based on this alone, she could also conclude that the old man's identity was unusual.
She secretly thought that after going back, she must check his details.
But Chu Zhaozhao didn't have Ziyu's thoughts. She just listened to the old man's words and felt that it would be rude to refuse any more, so she simply nodded.
"Then choose a sword embryo."
An old man named Xu Dangren said this.
Chu Zhaozhao nodded and looked at the two sword embryos in the stove. It looked like one was bigger and the other was smaller. Other than that, there was no difference.
Chu Zhaozhao didn't understand the art of forging swords. He just thought that holding such a sword would be a waste, so he simply pointed at the slightly smaller sword embryo.
Xu Dangren nodded, not having any meaning for Chu Zhaozhao's decision, and immediately told Chu Zhaozhao the theory that the master struck the first blow before making the sword with Chu Qingxiao.
Chu Zhaozhao seemed to understand, but he humbly wrote it down.
Although Ziyu didn't want to believe those words, she was still listening with a frown on her face, either out of curiosity or for other reasons.
Xu Dangren maintained his usual vigorous and resolute style of conduct.
After saying this, Chu Zhaozhao and Ziyu were asked to go to the sword-making platform and drop the hammer.
Ziyu had the intention to refuse, but Xu Dangren said: "If you don't like this sword, then you are doing me a favor. If you drop the hammer, don't take it."
Having said that, Ziyu could no longer refuse the offer, so she simply walked forward and gave him a light and casual blow.
This behavior made Chu Qingxiao frown, but Xu Dangren didn't care. Instead, he smiled and said: "The gathering and dispersing of clouds are all the intention of the heart."
"Flowers bloom and fall because of thoughts."
"The girl acted out of sheer will, and the sword was also born out of sheer will and is also romantic!"
Although Ziyu was displeased with the old man's previous remarks about the teacher's sect, the several times she said something to the camera, or even deliberately acted recklessly at this moment, did not make Xu Dangren even remotely angry. On the contrary, she was not at all angry with him.
So much hostility.
She said no more and just silently stepped aside.
But Chu Zhaozhao on the side still held up the hammer in his hand and never dropped it.
When Chu Qingxiao dropped the hammer before, he had the same hesitation as her, and he probably understood her hesitation, so he comforted him by saying: "Zhaozhao, Senior Xu is very skilled, you don't need to worry too much, think about what you want, drop the hammer
That’s it!”
Chu Zhaozhao nodded when he heard this, raised the hammer in his hand, closed his eyes and meditated.
But she didn't know if it was because of her nervousness. The more she tried to think about something important to her, the more her mind became a mess.
The hammer was lifted high several times and dropped several times.
"Since your mind is so confused, it's better to think about why you are holding the sword." Xu Dangren seemed to have sensed something strange about Chu Zhaozhao, and whispered at that time.
After hearing this, Chu Zhaozhao's heart sank. She closed her eyes again and kept asking herself questions in her mind.
Why do I hold a sword?
For the family? Yes, but not entirely...
For kendo? But I can’t even explain what kendo is...
In order to become a master? It seems good, but I’m not that eager...
so.
Why do I hold a sword?
Chu Zhaozhao's brows furrowed, but at this moment, her mind suddenly flashed back to the scene in Wuling City where she saw the souls of the sword-armored souls marching one after another, breaking through the evil aura of the candle yin, and committing martyrdom.
She couldn't say why, but at that moment, she put aside all worries and activated the sword intention in her body that she was unwilling to activate even if she was on the verge of death.
She was at that moment, when she was holding the sword.
Although she herself didn't understand why she could do that.
But now that she did it.
She thought that maybe the scene at that time and her state of mind at that time were the reasons why she held the sword.
With this thought, she was no longer confused, and the hammer in her hand fell down, hitting the sword embryo.
Sparks flew.
The sound is as crisp as jade.
Beside him, the blind old man heard the voice, raised the corners of his mouth, and stretched his eyebrows.