Fang Lanzhi didn't know why Shi Yingxue asked him this question, so she simply sat next to Shi Yingxue.
The two of them just sat on the branches and looked up at the big moon together.
After a long while, he said: "Ah, I just want to make swords. I want to make swords all my life. It is best that one day I can make a sword without an edge.
If I don't practice, my life span will soon be exhausted, and I won't be able to practice Wufeng before I die. I feel sad just thinking about it, so I keep practicing."
"Wufeng?"
Shi Yingxue condensed her thoughts like frost, and the sword lay coolly against her palm, as if giving her some comfort.
At this time, she will think about her parents who don't know where they are, she will also think about Baili Jianfang Wuhui who has passed away, and she will also think about Gong Ting who is lying quietly in her grave, not knowing whether she has passed away.
Yu, and Ye Qingqiu and Yuan Qian who don't know where they are, even think about Feiye.
Back then, when we were still in Zangfeng Valley, still in Chaningfang, and still unknown to each other across the world, everyone was still so young and immature. At that time, they would think of themselves a hundred years later, their endings, and what they would become.
Steeped in such self-doubt?
"Yes, it's Wufeng. I dream of refining a Wufeng, so that I can die without regrets."
Fang Lanzhi looked at Shi Yingxue's Yi Rushuang with greedy eyes, interrupting Shi Yingxue's memories.
Shi Yingxue handed Yi Rushuang into his hand: "Why do you have such an obsession?"
"If people don't have obsessions, what's the difference between living and being a salted fish?"
Fang Langzhi gently caressed Rushuang's sword, while shaking her head and saying: "In other words, if you don't even have one thing that you want to persist in while living, then you might as well not live at all."
As soon as Fang Lanzhi finished speaking, she realized that Shi Yingxue was in the most melancholy state of heartbeat, and immediately changed her words: "I'm just saying, don't really die. If you die,
, do you believe that your master can dig up the graves of eighteen generations of my ancestors!"
Shi Yingxue was amused by him.
"Let me tell you, my master used to take me and I was not serious in my cultivation. I was bitten off by a wolf and almost bled to death.
At that time, I also thought that it was so tiring to survive, and I really wanted to die. Then I lay down and felt as if I was really going to die, but I felt unwilling to do so.
I haven't become a famous swordsmith in the mainland, and I haven't been able to make Wufeng yet. How could I die? So I found my severed hand, beat up the wolf, and survived.
, and later I found someone to take my hand back."
Fang Lanzhi rolled up his left sleeve, and Shi Yingxue saw a full circle of hideous scars on his upper arm.
"Then I was very lucky that I didn't die there. Although I didn't need my left hand very much, you still need two hands to make a sword. From then on, I never thought about dying again."
Fang Lanzhi, whose hand was bitten off, must be even more desperate than Shi Yingxue now, but now Fang Lanzhi's words are just a few words.
If there is a future, when Shi Yingxue talks about the pain and entanglement now, will she be as relaxed as Fang Lanzhi?
She looked down at her feet and saw that the moonlight had made her shadow extremely long. She was a small one, and beside her was Fang Langzhi, who was tall and tall.
But now he was with her, curled up on the branch, looking funny and funny, but Shi Yingxue felt moved.
Shi Yingxue felt that on this moonlit night, she had completely let go of her guard against Fang Lanzhi, and she couldn't help but want to express her confusion.
"But lately I always feel that practicing cultivation is really too tiring. I can't do anything, can't do anything well, and feel like a waste."
Shi Yingxue stretched out her hands. Under the clear moonlight, the calluses on her hands caused by sword practice were clearly visible.
"You are still a waste!" Fang Lanzhi looked incredulous, "If you were a waste, wouldn't more than half of the monks in the world should die immediately? If you say this, how can others live?"
What Fang Lanzhi said was completely different from what Shi Yingxue thought. What he said was neither pleasant nor comforting, but it gradually calmed down her helpless heart.
"Let me tell you, there are many people in this world who may not be able to reach your level after practicing for a thousand years. If you say that you are a waste, those people will jump off the cliff when they hear it, and they will line up.
If your words spread, half of the monks in the world will come to kill you, and the other half will kill themselves in various ways. I estimate that the East China Sea will be filled with corpses, and you will have to make a reservation in advance to jump off the cliff.
Hey, when the time comes, I will go and build a fence next to the cliff. If you want to jump off the cliff, please pay the toll first. I will have money soon. How about I share half of it with you?
By then all the monks in this world will be dead. Hey, I will be the boss, no, no, your master will be the boss, I will be the second brother, and you will be the younger brother. Life will be so nourishing!"
Fang Lanzhi became more and more outrageous as she spoke, laughing as she spoke, pretending to be serious and asking Shi Yingxue not to tell Ye Qingqiu.
This moment made Shi Yingxue laugh.
She stopped crying and wiped her eyes, feeling that she didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.
Although Fang Langzhi was joking, Shi Yingxue felt that life was indeed not that miserable anymore.
Thinking about it, she actually has something that most people in this world don't have. She has soul-breaking space, enviable qualifications, an excellent master and senior sister, and an entire sect to back her up.
Lots and lots of good stuff.
My life is a little unsatisfactory, but there are many people who are even more unsatisfactory than me. If everyone is sitting here crying like me, thinking about it, they become autistic and want to die, then what will happen to the world?
Maybe they are all really dead.
Although she was quite aggrieved by this matter, Head Yunhe had already given her the best solution she could, and Shi Yingxue shouldn't feel so sad.
If Shi Yingxue felt uncomfortable, others would not know where the discomfort was.
Thinking about it this way, Shi Yingxue felt that what she had just been thinking about was something else.
The confusion during the heartbeat period is always like this. It may occupy your mind at any unsettling moment, causing the whole person to fall into a kind of pain that cannot be escaped.
But when I suddenly figured it out, I felt that everything I had thought before was completely nonsense.
The difficulty is that these two states always appear alternately. Sometimes there is a strong desire to become stronger, and sometimes the person is very decadent, moody, and has great mood swings. If it happens a few times, the person may not be able to bear it.
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Shi Yingxue didn't know when her next decadence would appear. She just felt that she should improve her level as soon as possible, and not stay in this exciting period and accept such beatings and torture from heaven.
She wiped her eyes and felt her energy return to her body.
Shi Yingxue jumped down from the branch, Fang Lanzhi was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
"Ancestor! What are you doing! I am old and I don't need to be scared!"
When Fang Lanzhi saw Shi Yingxue landing firmly on the ground, she put her heart back in her stomach, jumped down and landed next to Shi Yingxue.
Shi Yingxue looked at the muscles all over his body and couldn't help laughing.