It was night, and the old man continued to set up a stall, exchanging sword tactics with poems.
This is his last night in Daming City. After tonight, he will wander around with his servants and continue his journey of searching for poems.
He may or may not find it, but he still does it. This is the old man's last wish before his death, and it is also his own salvation.
He betrayed his wife,
He is extremely talented, but he cannot let his wife practice.
He felt sorry for his wife and let her die alone, spending hundreds or even thousands of years in a helpless hell.
He felt that his wife had not been reincarnated. They had agreed that her wife would wait for him in reincarnation until his final arrival.
He thought about death many times and put the sword close to his throat many times, but he could not do it.
He is not just a husband, he is a disciple.
The old man’s name is Feng Ze, and the sect he belongs to is called Yujian Sect.
The Sword Controlling Sect was once glorious for a while, but it gradually faded away over the long years. There are less than ten disciples left in his sect. He still has to use his own qualifications to climb to the highest peak of the Sword Controlling Sect.
His character is not suitable for ruling the sect, but he is suitable for cultivation. He wants to surpass the pinnacle of his ancestors and pass on the higher pinnacle.
Therefore, he can't go to accompany his wife. Even if he practices to the point where he can't practice anymore, he still can't die.
He also needs to find a suitable disciple, and he wants to pass on his understanding of the art of sword control, so that his disciples can stand on the shoulders of giants and climb higher peaks.
Swordsmanship is the most powerful swordsmanship in the world that the old man knows.
Swordsmanship is easy to learn but difficult to master.
Moreover, sword control requires strong spiritual support, because it is not as powerful as the ordinary sword-holding skill in the early stage, not because it is held by the sword hilt.
Only by going through a long period of hard training and enduring the painful period when any kind of swordsmanship can crush you can the power of swordsmanship be slowly revealed.
All failures are valuable, and every defeat can make you better at wielding a sword, but this requires an extremely strong state of mind, because the failure you need to experience is not just a day or two, but at least hundreds of years!
The most talented monks of the Sword Control Sect entered the Taoism around 400 or 500 years ago, while the monks with more ordinary qualifications need 800 to 900 years, or even thousands of years.
For thousands of years, many monks with ordinary qualifications may not be able to break through 500 years old even if they practice hard all their lives.
But in order to practice a set of sword skills, it takes them thousands of years.
Therefore, in many cases, the disciples of the Sword Control Sect are not unwilling to endure hardship, nor are they afraid of being suppressed, but they are limited by their qualifications and cannot survive the time to enter the Tao.
Swordsmanship is the swordsmanship that requires the most qualifications, and the qualification requirements are strict, and this is the reason why the swordsmanship sect was finally eliminated.
Feng Ze was lucky because he found his successor,
His successor was even better than him. He taught his successor everything he had learned and felt throughout his life. Only then did he let go of his worries and be able to truly pursue his own life.
Feng Ze escaped and found out that he was really old.
He was either practicing or teaching disciples. When he came to his senses, he realized that his wife had been waiting for him for many, many years.
Therefore, Feng Ze really felt that he owed his wife, and the journey he took before his death was really the salvation of his life.
He didn't want to go to see his wife empty-handed, he owed her something, and he really wanted to find that poem, even though... he didn't know what poem he wanted.
Another night passed quietly.
After three days of setting up the stall, the number of practitioners who came to offer poems was much less than before.
People who present poems are not just strong men who come to make fun of themselves.
Feng Ze also received a lot of good poems, and he couldn't find any flaws in them.
But he just felt that it was not the poem he wanted, and none of these good poems could impress him.
The strong man's words also reflect the thoughts of many people. No matter how good the poem is, if the poem is not accepted, then if it is not a liar, what else can it be?
Three days have worn out most people's patience. They can't beat Feng Ze, and they can't get the sword skills. They can only vote with their feet. This is just to tease them, and they even offer a shitty poem.
However, there are still some people who are unconvinced. They don't offer poems, but they really want to see what kind of poem Feng Ze wants. They want to know where their own poems are lacking.
Time passed by second by second.
One after another, those who presented poems returned disappointed.
Feng Ze has experienced decades of failure. Although he is also disappointed, he has become accustomed to it.
"Let's go to another place. Maybe dying on the way to find poems is her punishment for me... After all, I made her wait too long, too long."
Feng Ze winked at his most trusted old servant,
close the stall,
This is the last poem, and there will be no further poems. Everything must come to an end, and he cannot repeat failure unconditionally.
The people who presented the poems were still unconvinced.
"What? I won't accept it now. I bought this poem at a high price. Look, it's really well written."
"Just wait, I'll write it out after a while."
"Senior, where are you going next? I have found a good poem and I will look for you."
Everyone was making trouble, but the servants handled it with ease.
After all, it has been decades since the daughter-in-law became a mother-in-law. If she has not developed a superb business level, then all these years will be in vain for them to set up a stall.
Qin Shuo came over when Feng Ze had collected half of the goods from the stall, and by that time, most of the people watching had dispersed.
Feng Ze let the servants deal with the crowd, while he put away his iron sword, raised his head and asked the sky: "Well, let's stop here for the journey to Ming City. Where should we go next? Let's just let it happen."
Seeing the attitude of the servants, Qin Shuo knew that it was useless to look for these minions. He still wanted to offer poems, so he had no choice but to go directly to Feng Ze.
He shouted through the servants: "Old senior, listen to my poem."
Feng Ze already recognized Qin Shuo's voice. To be honest, he was already very annoyed with this kid.
Although a strong man makes trouble unreasonably, he still knows how to advance and retreat. He will never come back after making trouble once.
But what's going on with this kid? Once or twice is not enough, why should he come a third time?
When the strong man recited poetry, you were making noises,
I wrote half a poem and you came to entertain me,
how?
Are you still coming?
Are you finished yet?
He glanced at Qin Shuo: "Thank you for having such a good face."
When Qin Shuo saw Feng Ze and ignored him, he opened his mouth and yelled out the poem!
But Feng Ze really didn't want to hear it anymore, so a burst of spiritual power knocked Qin Shuo back several meters.
Feng Ze didn't want to hurt anyone, he just wanted to get rid of Qin Shuo, the pestering fly.
But after the flies were driven away, a fox came over again.
Nine songs.
She stopped in front of Feng Ze and said coldly: "No one can beat him in front of me, no one."