Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 68: I live a carefree life, without worries or sorrows
The roof of Changfeng Tower was about to collapse, the wind was still blowing people's clothes, and the people from the martial arts world were still standing there in a daze.
But Li Si on the roof had already turned around and threw the broken sword, with only the hilt left in his hand, to Dugu Bufu.
"I'm sorry for breaking your sword. I'll help you next time."
Dugu Bufu caught the broken sword, but his eyes were still fixed on Li Si. He opened his mouth and spoke slowly.
"Next time, I will find you a sword that will not break. I will be waiting for you at the World Sword Alliance in a year."
In the silence all around, the two looked at each other across the building for a while.
Li Si sighed softly, he knew he was in trouble again.
But Dugu Bufu had no intention of letting him go, because if Li Si didn't go, he would go find Li Si.
In his eyes, Li Si had now changed from a thief who could only run away to an opponent who must be fought.
His opponent must use a sword. If Li Si doesn't have one, he will go and find him one, a sword that matches him.
Without saying anything more to this madman who only knew how to use swords, Li Si bowed to the martial artists around him.
"Everyone, this matter has been concluded. I will leave here. Li Si will take his leave now."
After saying this, he bowed to Jiang Lian'er attentively again, then jumped down from Changfeng Tower and left on the wind.
His Qinggong was as fast as ever, so fast that no one could see his figure clearly.
The people in the martial arts world looked at the mess before them and felt as if they had experienced a dream.
Everything that happened just now, the long sword that changed the color of the sky and earth, and the white clothes that came walking on the clouds, seemed like just a scene in a dream.
But the uncertain sound of the wind around them and the Changfeng Tower that seemed to be about to collapse were telling them that all this had indeed happened.
Some people still have black spots in their eyes because the bloodshot eyes have not yet gone away.
Some people still had dull pain in their chests, which had not yet improved from the loud noise.
If Li Si were here, he would tell them that this was just a normal physiological phenomenon.
But these people in the martial arts world just thought that they had crossed the line. The sword just now could probably only be seen by famous masters.
Their realm was not high enough and they forced themselves to look at the sword, which led to this situation.
However , although the statement was wrong, the conclusion was correct. The aftermath of the sword just now would indeed have no effect on the famous master.
Wen Renli was sitting on the roof in a trance at this time. He was still immersed in the scene of the sword just now. After a long time, he wrote the word "fast" on his book.
As for the rest, he no longer remembered anything, or rather, he no longer saw anything clearly.
He raised his eyes with complicated expression and looked at Dugu Bufu who was on another roof. He couldn't tell whether Dugu Bufu's sword was faster or Li Si's sword. If he couldn't tell, he couldn't arrange the weapons list anymore.
Moreover, can Li Si's sword be considered a weapon? After all, his sword doesn't even have a name.
Afterwards, Jiang Lian'er left, shortly after Li Si left.
Yan Ting went down the teahouse to clean up Yin Wuli's body.
Xiao Muchu narrowed his eyes again, sipped his tea and sighed. He knew that the news about Li Si in Fengyu Tower had to be changed, but he couldn't think of how to change it.
Alas, how many things about this man are still unknown to the world?
Xiao Muchu thought as the teacup turned slowly in his hand. The tea swayed slightly, reflecting the bustling world outside the window.
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If you ignore the world of martial arts, every household in the world should be filled with joy on this day.
Not for anything else, just because today is the first day of January. Children are setting off firecrackers on the street, old people are pasting couplets on their doors, women are knitting new clothes, and men have a rare chance to relax.
After avoiding the gangsters in the city, Li Si walked a long way and finally stopped at a stone bridge over a river.
It was already dusk.
The city was bustling with people, and when Li Si heard the sound of firecrackers, he realized that another year had passed.
He hardly stopped during this period and was unable to properly manage time.
Half leaning on the stone bridge, listening to the gurgling sound of water under the bridge, Li Si stood for a while, then smiled bitterly with an unknown meaning.
He killed a man, but he didn't feel much because he had been prepared for it from the beginning.
When he wrote to the old monk, he had no intention of killing anyone, so he only asked how to deal with an opponent with good external skills.
But when he realized that he should kill Yin Wuli, he already knew what he should do.
He will not be lenient. After all, at his age, he has seen many things clearly enough.
However, he still felt a little regretful, regretting that he had changed a little.
Li Si raised his hand and placed it on his chest, as if he wanted to take out the wooden sign he had been carrying from his arms.
But he couldn't take it out in the end, he just smiled and patted it.
He knew that he was getting further away from that person.
He couldn't go back, he always knew that.
But he didn't want to go too far. At least, when he looked back, he still wanted to remember what that person looked like.
He didn't want to keep walking like this, walking into this world, until he could no longer escape, until it was completely unrecognizable.
There are many kinds of people. Some are willing to accept new things, while others are more nostalgic. No one can say who , because there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing.
Sometimes, Li Si would think that he would rather not forget to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup, so that he could live a cleaner life in this life.
Instead of feeling like I don’t belong to this world like I do now.
Many people say that he is free and easy, but they don't know that he just has no constraints.
"Crackle."
In the distance, the sound of firecrackers rang in the air and children's laughter came from the other side of the street.
Li Si turned his head to look at those small figures walking through the streets among the crowd, and shook his head with a smile.
Okay, now that we have done what we need to do, where should we go next?
He didn't know and had no idea.
It would be better to just stand here for a while and then set off the next day when you have thought it through.
After all, this is Xiaoyao, isn't it?
The man in white leaning on the bridge seemed to be alone in another world. It was hard to tell whether he looked free and easy, leisurely, or lonely.
After a while, he raised his eyes, looked at the bustle in the city, curled the corners of his mouth, and talked to himself.
"I live my life in freedom, without worries or sorrows..."
Another year has passed amid the sound of firecrackers.
Among thousands of households, only one person is left outside.
