Zhao Dongting and others finally found an inn with courtyards in the city and spent a lot of money to live in.

Most of the time they come and go are swordsmen and gossips. When eating in the inn, diners often carry weapons with them on each table, which makes Zhao Dongting feel the artistic conception of the martial arts world.

In Shu, countless people in the world are flying moths to the fire.

Two days later, Zhao Dongting took Wu Amiao to eat all the streets and alleys in Chengdu Prefecture, but the time of separation was finally here.

Wu Amiao doesn’t love landscapes, doesn’t love beauty, and has no interest in Lantern Festival, and only has a sword in his heart.

Zhao Dongting was not in a hurry to go to Jianmen. He also wanted to stay in Chengdu Prefecture to see what kind of Shuzhong is like.

On the morning of the third day, Wu Amiao said goodbye to Zhao Dongting, saying that he planned to go to Jianmenzang Jian Pavilion.

Zhao Dongting did not stop him, but just handed Wu Amiao the Qigong he had already written.

In this world, he has few real friends. Wu Amiao, who doesn't understand his true identity, is one of them.

Wu Amiao didn't know nothing. He could tell that it was an internal skill mental method when he saw the picture above. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhao Dongting said, "Don't rush to thank me. This internal skill is my kindness to you. If you have the chance in the future, you have to pay me back."

Wu Amiao was actually planning to refuse, but when he heard this, he put the paper in his arms and said with a smile: "When I become a real swordsman, I will give you two lives. The lives of all people in the world, my own lives, and anyone else's lives can do it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the house.

"Hello!"

Zhao Dongting called him, "The future number one swordsman in the world, do you want me to give you another sword?"

Wu Amiao turned around and patted the sword behind him, "No, this sword is my sword."

Then he left without looking back.

The separation between men does not have too much sadness and endless lingering words.

Zhao Dongting murmured, "What will happen if the sword only has the hilt and no sword body once it is unsheathed?"

Wu Amiao didn't let him see his sword, but Zhao Dongting was not such an honest person. He had secretly watched while Wu Amiao was fishing in the river.

That already ordinary sword was empty under the hilt.

Wu Amiao left, but the lantern festival arrived.

This also means that the end of the year is approaching.

Chengdu Prefecture is even more lively, with lanterns hanging everywhere. Lanterns spread from the city to the shore of Gui Lake outside the city.

Countless people, wanderers, rich children, ladies, and jasses from the small family swarmed out of the city and headed towards the shore of Guihu Lake.

The city is also filled with people and there are a wide range of lanterns.

Chengdu has become the real country of heaven, and the colorful hazy lights envelop the entire Chengdu Prefecture, like a city in the rays of sunset.

Zhao Dongting and Jun Tianfang were happy for no expense, and the rhyme brocade appeared and disappeared among the crowd.

Yunjin is wearing a veil, and there are still many people like her. In this era, women who stay in the boudoir all year round are mostly dressed like this.

But her slim figure still attracted many pedestrians to look at her.

Zhao Dongting was wearing brocade clothes and a jade pendant hanging on his waist, as graceful as a noble young man.

When you arrive at Guihu Lake, there are countless lanterns hanging on the lakeside, like stars, illuminating the entire Guihu Lake.

There are also lanterns flashing in the lake, and countless flower boats flow.

Countless people stroll under the lanterns by the lake. Literary chant poems and write pairs, sit on the table and drink lightly, and guess riddles. Women pick up flowers and smell lightly, and the flowers bloom with fragrance.

This scene is much more lively than the Leizhou Courtesan Conference.

Zhao Dongting looked at such a lively scene and seemed to suddenly understand what kind of life he should pursue.

If you can walk under the lantern with your son's hand, it seems that swordsmanship is no longer important, and even the world is not important.

But at this moment, he couldn't help himself.

Yunjin rarely showed her cheerful side, holding exquisite and beautiful candy in her hand. Watching those craftsmen juggling, occasionally guessing riddles, and getting small prizes from the vendors will make her very happy.

There is no interest in the joy, only Jun Tianfang's expression is getting more and more complicated, with deep sadness and longing in his eyes.

Until late at night, the number of people on the shore of Guihu Lake gradually became sparse.

Zhao Dongting and Yunjin had already had a lot of fun, and the four of them were ready to go back to the city.

But just as he was walking back, Le Wuchen suddenly stopped.

A few meters in front of them, under the lantern tree, a green figure stood pretty. The tender green skirt dragged the ground, and the black hair hung around the waist.

Just looking at the back, you know that this is a young woman.

She stopped under the lantern, looked up at the poetic riddles on the lantern, as if she was seriously looking for the answer.

Zhao Dongting took a few steps and found Le Wuxuan standing there in a daze. He turned around and asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"

"Lan'er..."

If you haven't heard of it, your lips tremble slightly, and your body suddenly swept forward.

"ah!"

He suddenly appeared in front of the woman in green skirt, which made the woman in green skirt scream.

She was wearing a tender green veil, and at this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with surprise and a little fear.

Le Wuchen was stunned again, staring at the woman in front of him, and after a while, he said, "Sorry, I'm disturbing."

He turned around with loss and walked into the city.

The woman in the green skirt looked at Le Wuchen's somewhat lost figure, and her face was puzzled.

She had never seen such eyes before. This look seemed to be filled with endless backs and longing.

Who is he missing? Does that person look very similar to me?

Zhao Dongting took Jun Tianfang, Yunjin hurriedly ran up and glanced at the beautiful and outstanding woman in green skirt, but found nothing unusual.

He caught up with Le Wuchen again and asked, "Senior, do you know this woman?"

Le Wufeng shook her head and sighed: "Her back looks so similar to Lan'er and I when we first met..."

Zhao Dongting remained silent.

He also knew what happened to Le Wuchen and his wife Xiang Xuelan. He didn't know how to persuade him to do this.

The word love is the most tangled, and you can’t forget the joy for more than ten years. How could he let it go completely with just a few words of advice?

The deep love is the most lovesickness, and it is yin and yang that are difficult to gather in the world.

Jun Tianfang sighed deeply.

That night, I returned to the inn in the city, and sang in Yunjingyuan. Jun Tian played the devil's sword dance, and Le drank for free and shed tears.

As a spectator, Zhao Dongting was able to know the story of Jun Tianfang when he was a spectator. He was young and did not come from a famous family. He visited famous teachers everywhere to pursue swordsmanship. After getting married, he gave birth to a daughter, but his happy family still did not block his pace of chasing swordsmanship.

Who among the people in Shu has no dream of a sword immortal?

It was not until that night that he suddenly returned home, looking at the mess, all his wife and daughter were lying in a pool of blood, and his beloved wife was in disheveled clothes, and Jun Tianfang suddenly woke up from his dream.

He brought his sword to the government office and killed 300 people in the entire family of the prefecture overnight.

From then on, there was less young handsome man who was keen on swordsmanship in the world, and more a green sword immortal with a cold expression, who kept people from thousands of miles away, and was both righteous and evil.

Le recalls his beloved wife for free, Jun Tianfang misses his wife and daughter, Yun Jing looks back at her childhood perfection, and they are all sad people in the world.

Zhao Dongting looked at them and suddenly felt that he was very lucky. At least he still had the chance to go to Baicao Valley to bring Le Chan back and also had the chance to live the life he wanted with her.

That night, the sound of the piano in the courtyard was sometimes fast and slow, and the singing was so sad.

The sword shadows fill the cold courtyard, and the fragrance of wine fills the building.

Le Wuchen and the other three were drunk, but Zhao Dongting was awake, but he seemed to be awake but not awake.

No matter how strong a swordsman is, he can't hold too much sorrow in his heart.

That night, the Qingyi Sword Immortal Jun Tianfang and Duanshan Finger Wuxuan were no longer peerless swordsmen, but just two old men Gu Mo who were already a little older.

Outside the courtyard, Chen Yidao stood with his sword on his back and leaned against the pillar. His burly figure made it more like a colorful pillar carrying a weight of ten thousand pounds leaning against him. He muttered in his mouth, with disappointment in his eyes, "The Sword Immortal in Green, I have no hope in this life."

The fighting spirit in his eyes went all out. He did not lift his feet to be admitted to the hospital. He looked at Jun Tianfang, who was drunk and left directly.

This is the man in the martial arts world.

When I was young, I kept pursuing the highest state, like a knife in the morning. Then I grew old without realizing it on the way to pursue it. Although my pride remains, my will has greatly reduced, like the king and heaven, my happiness is free.

Countless people in the martial arts world are like comets emerging from the sky while chasing, but then quietly fall silent.

It is just like that sentence: the waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the past, and the new people in the world drive away the old people.

The young people feel that the old people are not sharp, but the old people don’t feel that the young people feel sad?

That night, my head turned white for free overnight.

The next day, Zhao Dongting woke up first and saw Le Wuhuang's eye-catching white hair in the messy yard, and was stunned.

It turns out that there is really a lovesickness in this world that can make people die.
Chapter completed!