My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 52 Good times and beautiful scenery

The old man nodded helplessly and said, "Even if we don't kill him, he won't be able to live for many days. I didn't expect Zhang Moling to be so cruel that he would not even let go of the elderly, the weak, women and children."

The young man at the side smiled and said, "Are all monsters so cruel?"

The old man just smiled and didn't answer.

The east wind blows down thousands of flowers from the trees, and the flowers fall like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages, the sound of wind flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night.

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The cold wind blew into the wooden house, and the young boys and girls were all smiling and relaxed.

The young man asked the girl beside him: "Miss Jiang, I haven't asked you yet, how did you get injured, and why is it so serious?"

The girl said angrily, "It's those sword cultivators from the Northern Territory. They have made great progress in the past month. The young sword cultivator named Wu Weidu has reached the peak of the fifth level of self-cultivation, and the others have all reached the fourth level of self-cultivation, the Spirit Bone Realm. They deliberately lured me into a trap and then attacked me with a sword formation. Fortunately, my natal flying sword can resist the attack of the sword formation, otherwise it would be really dangerous."

Xu Zhian frowned: "They weren't killed by the sword energy?"

The girl laughed sarcastically, "They will soon die. It's because their sword energy is weak and they haven't comprehended the sword's meaning that I was able to escape. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to escape. They were so immersed in the joy of the sword energy that improved their cultivation that they became too arrogant. Even if I didn't kill them, they wouldn't last more than a month."

Xu Zhian then said with ease: "That's good, otherwise, this group of people would be really troublesome."

The girl rolled her eyes: "I killed three of them. Now there are only three left."

After hearing this, Xu Zhian gave a thumbs up and said, "Miss Jiang, you are awesome!"

The girl looked proud and said, "That's nothing. I have fought with cultivators in the Profound Realm before."

Xu Zhian said with admiration: "Miss Jiang, you are so amazing. I wish I could be as amazing as you."

The girl quickly comforted him, "It's okay, Xu Zhian, you are also very good, you will definitely be as good as me in the future. Of course, you will definitely not be as good as me."

Xu Zhian nodded and asked curiously, "We've known each other for so long, but I've never heard you tell me where your home is?"

The girl curled her lips and said, "After all this talk, you actually wanted to find out where the girl lives. I thought you, Xu Zhian, were my friend, but you're trying to be smart with me."

Xu Zhian quickly explained: "Miss Jiang, you misunderstood. I... I just wanted to know where you live. When I travel around the world in the future, maybe I can meet you again."

The girl said in disbelief: "You were thinking about looking for me in the future, and you still say no, are you a little stupid?"

Xu Zhian scratched his head and said innocently: "Miss Jiang, I..."

The boy hesitated for a long time but couldn't make any statement. The girl laughed like a fairy.

"Xu Zhian, you are really stupid. How are you going to chase girls in the future? Will you be single?"

After hearing this, the young man blushed and said angrily, "When I become a sword immortal, there will definitely be many girls who like me."

The girl smiled disapprovingly: "But you are not good at talking. Girls like the kind of smooth-talking and sweet-mouthed young men. If they can also recite poems and have a huge fortune, they will like them even more."

After hearing this, Xu Zhian looked a little lonely, and couldn't help thinking: Yes, girls all like guys who are good at talking and have a lot of money. I am not good at talking and am very poor. Even if I become a sword immortal, girls at that time will only like the sword immortal, not me. If I meet a more powerful sword immortal, girls will definitely like someone else.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhian smiled bitterly: "Does Miss Jiang like it too?"

Hearing this, the girl's cheeks immediately turned red and she thought to herself, "How should I answer him? Apart from being a little stupid, he's actually a pretty good person."

The young man asked doubtfully, "Miss Jiang?"

The girl quickly came back to her senses and said seriously, "How could I, Jiang Ying, be so superficial? I like people who are stronger than me, very strong, at least a great swordsman."

After hearing this, Xu Zhian muttered, "My senior brother is very powerful."

The girl didn't believe it and asked, "Is your senior brother more powerful than the Great Sword Saint?"

Xu Zhian nodded seriously: "More powerful than the Great Sword Saint!"

The girl said disapprovingly: "Bragging."

Xu Zhian rubbed his nose with his hand and said, "He's just a little old, like he's over a hundred years old."

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Are you joking?"

The boy frowned and said, "No."

The girl looked a little unhappy and said, "Xu Zhian, do you want me to marry an old man?"

Xu Zhian quickly explained: "You are the one who mentioned the Great Sword Saint, I didn't say that."

The girl said angrily, "Then I'll have to add another one, but it can't be much bigger than me."

Xu Zhian asked again: "How old are you this year?"

The girl thought for a moment and said, "It seems like fifteen."

Xu Zhian nodded and said, "There doesn't seem to be a fifteen-year-old great swordsman. It seems that Miss Jiang will also be single."

The girl said seriously: "Impossible!"

Jiang Ying stopped playing around and said seriously, "Actually, I live very far away. This is the first time I'm spending New Year's Eve alone outside."

Seeing this, Xu Zhian comforted him, "I'm still here."

The girl chuckled: "Yes, and you too. This is the first time that I, Jiang Ying, spend New Year's Eve with others. Are you happy? Do you want to buy me another drink?"

Xu Zhian shook his head: "I am happy, but the wine is gone."

The girl grumbled and continued, "Xu Zhian, if you have the chance, you must go to Zhongsheng Shenzhou. My home is there. It is the place with the most powerful people in the world, and it is also a good place to become a god and prove the truth."

Xu Zhian frowned. This was the first time the boy had heard of this place. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Does Miss Jiang know where Yunhai Huancheng is?"

The girl smiled slightly: "It's also in Zhongsheng Shenzhou."

Xu Zhian was slightly excited after hearing this, and then asked, "How can we go to Zhongsheng Shenzhou?"

The girl said calmly: "You haven't reached the Dongxuan realm yet, it's useless to say it, you don't know!"

The boy was a little embarrassed, looking at the sky outside the window. Suddenly he remembered something, and quickly cleaned up the table. He took out red paper, a brush and a square inkstone from the shelf nearby.

Xu Zhian ground the ink carefully and spread out the red paper.

"Miss Jiang, can you help me write a couplet for the Spring Festival to bring good luck?"

The girl blushed slightly when she heard this and said, "My handwriting is not good either."

The boy said seriously, "That person must be better than me. I didn't even go to school for many years. My adoptive mother taught me how to read when I was young. After she passed away, I never picked up a brush again."

Seeing this, the girl picked up the pen awkwardly, and stared at it for a long time, but couldn't write a single word.

Seeing this, Xu Zhian asked in confusion: "Why don't you write?"

The girl hesitated for a long time before she wrote the first line of the couplet: The sun is bright and the wind is gentle, the peach and plum blossoms are smiling; the second line: A perfect match, the phoenix is ​​flying, and the horizontal line reads: A beautiful day and a beautiful scenery.

The boy felt something was wrong when he saw this, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He could only say, "It's really well written."