Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 72: Dugu Zongzi
Today, Dugu Bufu found a sword, a sword from Cangjian Valley.
When the master of Cangjian Valley was inspecting the sword pavilion, he discovered that one of the swords was missing, and a note was left where the sword had been placed. It was left by Dugu Bufu.
He said he had taken the sword, and that he would return a piece of good iron to Cangjian Valley in the future.
The master of Cangjian Valley just smiled bitterly when he looked at the note. It had been a long time since he and Dugu Bubu knew each other. He just felt that this man had been hanging out with Li Si for too long, so he also developed this habit of taking things without asking.
But he didn't care, because compared to finished swords, Cangjian Valley really preferred the good iron that had not yet been forged into swords.
It is interesting to say that the Cangjian Valley is not a place for storing swords, but a place for forging swords.
In their own words, swords were never meant to be hidden.
When the sword meets its destined owner, it's okay for them to just give the sword away for nothing.
…
After finding the sword, Dugu Bufu went to find Li Si.
It is not difficult to find Li Si, because Li Si is not very good at hiding. You can find out where he is now by buying a message from Fengyu Tower.
So about half a month later, Dugu Bufu found Li Si.
Li Si was drunk that day. He was sitting on the second floor of a restaurant holding a jar of wine and drinking until he was drunk.
As for the reason for getting drunk, there was nothing special. He just had a low alcohol tolerance, so if he accidentally drank too much, he would get drunk once or twice.
When Dugu Bufu arrived, Li Si was already 80% drunk. How drunk was 80%? It was probably the point where he couldn't tell the difference between men and women within half a meter, and between humans and animals within one meter.
"despair."
Dugu Bufu walked to Li Si's desk, put the sword in his hand on the table, and sat down.
He looked at the drunk Li Si and said with a frown.
"Are you drunk?"
Compared to Li Si, Dugu Bufu doesn't like drinking, and he dislikes getting drunk even more.
Because after getting drunk, he feels out of control, and he doesn't like being out of control.
"belch."
Li Si burped, put his hand on the wine jar, slowly raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, and after a long while, he slowly answered.
"Drunk, I'm not drunk. You said I was drunk, but I actually felt I was awake, but in the sense of being awake while everyone else is drunk, not the sense of wishing I could stay drunk forever..."
He didn't recognize that the person in front of him was Dugu Bufu. He couldn't recognize anyone now.
Li Si's drinking behavior is not bad. At least he won't do anything strange when he is drunk. He will only say some strange nonsense , the kind that no one can understand.
Listening to Li Si's words, Dugu Bufu's brows furrowed even deeper , because he knew that Li Si was completely drunk.
He glanced at the sword on the table and said solemnly.
"I've put the sword here. Remember to come to the World Sword Alliance at the end of the year."
"The World Sword Alliance?" Li Si looked down at the sword on the table in confusion and asked, "What is that?"
But then, as if he suddenly realized something, he raised a finger and said.
"Ah, I remember now. A madman named Dugu seemed to have told me about this..."
Dugu Bufu's face suddenly turned dark , because he knew that the madman named Dugu that Li Si was talking about was most likely him.
Although most people in the martial arts world believed that Dugu Bufu was a madman who practiced swordsmanship, no one except Li Si dared to say so to his face.
"Hey, let me tell you."
Li Simui smiled, reached out and grabbed Dugu Bufu's sleeve and continued speaking.
"That guy is so funny. When winter comes, the clothes he wears are as thick as quilts. He is a warrior but he is more afraid of cold than other girls. Although I heard that it seems to be the symptoms of a cold disease he had when he was a child, every time I see him wrapped up like a zongzi, I can't help but laugh. Haha, have you ever seen a zongzi using a sword..."
At this point Li Si laughed again.
Dugu Bufu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
"If you want to laugh, you don't have to hold it back in the future."
As he spoke, he took away Li Si's hand that was on his sleeve.
But at this time, Li Si stopped smiling, lowered his eyes, and spoke to himself.
"But he is also an enviable person."
Dugu Bufu blinked again and looked at Li Si again with some confusion. He didn't understand what was so great about him that Li Si envied.
In terms of martial arts, Li Si should not be worse than him.
In terms of family background, he and Li Si are both the kind of people who are the descendants of one family, so they are almost the same.
As for money, Li Si should not care about such things. After all, with his lightness skills, he can take as much as he wants.
What else could it be? This guy always looks out of tune. Is there anything he could want?
Dugu no longer thought about it.
Li Si has already continued speaking.
"After all, think about it, the sword is the only thing in his heart. He doesn't have to think about anything else. How enviable is that."
As he said this, Li Si held the wine jar with a drunken face and drooped eyes.
"I wish I could be like him and only think about one object."
"A sword is not an object." Dugu Bufu corrected calmly.
"I know, I know." Li Si murmured, lying on the table. He must be 90% drunk, whispering to himself.
"But being devoted to one thing is always better than being obsessed with it..."
But he has become stubborn and refuses to change.
Dugu Bufu fell silent and looked at Li Si without saying anything.
But suddenly, Li Shi raised his head again and asked him with a smile.
"Hey, tell me, what disease did Dugu Zongzi have when he was a child that made him so afraid of the cold?"
Dugu Zongzi...
Hearing this, Dugu Bufu raised his eyebrows slightly and gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword on the table.
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The next day, Li Si woke up in the guest room of the restaurant.
He covered his still aching head and sat up from the bed. The sky outside the window was bright, it should be noon.
He lowered his head and found a sword beside his bed, with a piece of paper underneath the sword.
After picking up the note and reading it, he gave a bitter smile. He didn't expect that Dugu Bufu would actually find the sword for him.
Oh, what a trouble! Li Si shook his head, stood up and opened the window, letting the wind blow away the stuffiness in the room.
What he didn't know was.
He had just been to the gates of hell yesterday.
