Chapter 355: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword
Volume 16: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword (Part 1)
The sword is ruthless, but people are passionate, and the passion is only due to the ruthless mind.
Chapter 355: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword
The cold wind is like a knife, treating the earth as a chopping board and all living beings as fish.
Snow flies for thousands of miles, turning the sky into a furnace, melting all things into silver.
Without such beautiful words, it would be impossible to describe the snow scene.
If you haven't seen such a snowy scene, you haven't been to this place.
The snow is merciless, and so is the sword.
The sword is ruthless, but people are passionate.
Why does the sentimental swordsman insist on holding a ruthless sword?
The snow was about to stop, but the wind had not yet settled. A carriage came from the north. Its rolling wheels crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but could not crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.
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A big car.
The carriage was warm and comfortable. Compared to the frost and blizzard outside, it was like a fairyland.
Su Weiyun is in the fairyland.
In this kind of weather, if someone invited him to get in the car, he would certainly not refuse.
He happened to know this person.
Logically speaking, every time he came to a new dimension, he often didn't know anyone and didn't know the plot at all.
But he is very familiar with this person, and he is also very familiar with the plot of this plane.
——Li Xunhuan, the dimension of Little Li Flying Dagger.
Li Xunhuan was holding his Little Li Flying Dagger and carving the wooden statue one stroke at a time. The blade was thin and sharp, and his fingers were slender and powerful.
It is vaguely recognizable that he is carving a woman, soft and graceful, with a delicate and lifelike face.
Su Weiyun thanked him and said nothing more. He closed his eyes and waited for the carriage to reach its destination.
After Li Xunhuan asked "Do you want to drink?", he fell and focused all his attention on his wood carving.
The burly driver whipped the horse in silence.
The horse also moved forward in silence.
Are there many people who are just like this horse, always being whipped, always rushing forward in silence, without even the slightest chance of choice?
The wind and snow are silent and soundless.
Su Weiyun suddenly remembered his old wine, the horse running under the whip, the horse running after drinking, and suddenly he remembered himself and Su's order.
"Accept the plane host's order."
"Order from the plane of "The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword": Promote to the top three in the weapon list."
"Mission Reward: Thoroughly master the ancient Jianghu Su command!"
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Before long, Li Xunhuan had finished the wood carving. His technique was very skillful, and it was obvious that he had no idea how many times he had done it.
But he had no intention of taking it out to show Su Weiyun. Instead, he asked the coachman to stop the horse, got off the horse, dug a pit in the snow, and buried the wood carving.
——The snow pit can certainly bury the newly carved wooden sculpture, but can it also bury the person that Li Xunhuan has always been thinking about and the emotion that he can never forget?
As soon as Li Xunhuan looked up, he saw a trail of footprints and a lonely figure.
The man was a young man. He walked very slowly but never stopped. Even though he heard the sound of carriages and horses neighing, he was unwilling to look back.
He had neither an umbrella nor a hat. The melted snow and ice flowed down his face and onto his neck. He was only wearing a very thin piece of clothing.
But his back remained straight, and he seemed to be made of iron. Ice, snow, severe cold, fatigue, exhaustion, and hunger could not make him surrender.
The carriage gradually came ahead of him.
Li Xun Huan opened the car door and said, "Come on in. I'll give you a ride."
He had said the same thing to Su Weiyun before.
He is really a very kind person.
Su Weiyun finally opened her eyes, which had been closed, and murmured, "The one who is supposed to come will eventually come."
He leaned his head out and looked at the young man.
The boy had thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips tightly pursed into a slit, and a straight nose that made his face look even thinner.
This face easily reminds people of granite: stubborn, determined, cold, and indifferent to everything, even himself.
But this is also a very handsome face. Although it is still too young and not mature enough, it has a charm that is attractive enough.
Li Xun Huan added, "Come up and have a drink to warm yourself up."
Unexpectedly, the boy ignored him and walked straight forward.
Li Xun Huan said to himself: "This young man looks handsome, but it turns out he is deaf?"
The boy's hand suddenly grasped the sword.
Strictly speaking, it can't be considered a sword.
It was just a piece of iron more than three feet long, with neither a blade nor a tsuba, and even no hilt. It just had two pieces of cork nailed on it, which served as the hilt.
Su Weiyun said: "He is definitely not deaf."
Li Xun Huan asked, "If he's not deaf, why doesn't he want to come up and have a drink?"
The young man suddenly said, "I will never accept anything I didn't buy myself. I will never drink wine I didn't buy myself. Do I understand?"
Li Xun Huan looked at him and asked, "When you have money, will you buy me a drink?"
The boy said, “Okay.”
The carriage sped away, and the young man gradually disappeared from view.
The car door closed, but Li Xun Huan was still laughing: "I didn't expect that this young man walking alone in the snow would say something so innocent and interesting."
The driver outside said, "He is just a stubborn child."
Li Xun Huan shook his head and said, "Did you see the sword at his waist?"
The driver asked, "Does that count as a sword? Can a sword like that kill people?"
Li Xun Huan said: "If that kind of sword can't kill people, I'm afraid there won't be many swords in the world that can kill people. Don't you think so?"
But his question was directed at Su Weiyun.
Su Weiyun answered concisely: "Yes!"
Li Xun Huan laughed again, looking at the two swords on Su Wei Yun's waist, one on the left and one on the right, and said, "Of course you are also a member of Ming Jian. Today, I not only met you, but also met that young man. This situation and this scene should be made clear."
Li Xunhuan started drinking again. It seemed like he was drinking all the time.
“Cough cough… cough…”
As soon as he drank, a sickly red color appeared on his face, and he began to cough constantly, coughing the wine everywhere.
Li Xun Huan poured a glass of wine and said to Su Wei Yun apologetically, "I'm sorry."
He apologized sincerely, as if Su Weiyun was the owner of the carriage and he was the passerby who was brought here in the snow and wind.
He took out another wine glass, placed it in front of Su Weiyun, slowly filled it with wine, and made a "please" gesture.
Su Weiyun said, "I don't drink."
Li Xun Huan laughed and said, "Don't you think you won't drink the wine if it's not bought by you?"
Su Weiyun said: "No."
Li Xun Huan asked: "Then why don't you drink?"
"Because I saw you, I know that drinking is harmful to your health, so I don't want to drink anymore."
Su Weiyun asked in surprise, "Do you really want everyone to drink like you?"
Li Xun Huan sighed: "You are right that drinking is harmful to the body. But drinking can make people not sad. This is the benefit of drinking."
Between hurting your body and hurting your heart, which one is more difficult to bear?
Su Weiyun suddenly sighed: "Perhaps you are right. If I meet you in the tavern in the future, I will also buy you a drink."
"real?"
"real."
Li Xun Huan laughed again: "Okay, then I'll drive to the tavern now!"
