Chapter 43 Sword God Heart

When Tang Xiaobao took the sword, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Within three days, he would realize this seemingly ordinary sword in front of him.

When Ah Dui handed it to him, he said: "This is a sword." Tang Xiaobao asked: "What is the name of the sword?" Duan ignored it, and said impatiently: "Everyone said 'this is a sword'."

So this "this is the sword" was placed in front of his eyes for him to understand.

He stood up, holding the sword in his hand, but he couldn't feel the unique lightness of the sword, and every random sword move seemed plausible.He knew that the sword was weird, but he couldn't tell where the weirdness was.He could only try the sword move over and over again until he was too tired to raise his hand.

He lay on the ground, looked at the sword beside him, and smiled wryly, "Tell me your name."

The sword didn't move, as if ignoring him.

"Hey, I'm stupid, how can the sword talk." He fell asleep in a daze.

Four days without oil and salt, his body was about to collapse, coupled with the exhaustion from trying the sword, he finally couldn't resist the tiredness all over his body, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

He dreamed of the scenery of Tangjiabao, dreamed that his mother was waving to him, he ran over, but his mother disappeared.Tangjiabao became dead silent, he yelled, but no one responded to him, he was angry, only felt an unknown fire rising from his dantian, leaving him nowhere to vent.He cried again, murmuring: Mother, mother.But he saw Zhenzhen, seeing her naked to the upper body smiling at him obsessively, he rushed over, pressed her under his body, and felt her warmth, but he only felt a coldness on his body, and his crazy kiss She, however, entered a void.He felt the coldness in his body, and only felt that he was naked and in the universe, watching the sun, moon and stars change alternately. He felt that beauty was the kind of beauty that was closer to a certain truth than real beauty.His body was getting colder and colder, so cold that he had nowhere to hide, he could only curl up like a snail.

In a daze, someone put a coat on his body. He didn't know who it was, but felt that his body was so warm.

One day passed, and Tang Xiaobao got nothing.

In the early morning of the next day, Tang Xiaobao stared at the sword in a daze.

He looked at the sword, and the sword reflected his face, haggard, tired, and full of hatred, as if an evil ghost crawled out of hell was looking at him.

With a heartbeat, he came outside the sword hut, found a basin of clean water, washed himself, tied up his hair, and immediately felt refreshed.At this moment Duan came over, holding a large plate of buns and a bowl of rice porridge in his hand.

"Eat." Dumb said.

Tang Xiaobao devoured the steamed stuffed bun and drank the rice porridge in one gulp.After careful aftertaste, the steamed stuffed bun has no taste at all, and the rice porridge is as light as water.But Tang Xiaobao felt very comfortable in his stomach, and his limbs were indescribably happy.

After clearing away the dishes, Duan said: "Waste food, don't know how to taste and appreciate it." Then he walked away.Tang Xiaobao didn't care, picked up the sword again and started to daze.

Yan Xiake and Qin Xiaoying came to stroll behind Tang Xiaobao, but they heard Yan Xiake say: "Looking at him holding the sword in a daze, it seems that he has realized that since the sword is me, I am the first level of cheap swordsmanship?"

Qin Xiaoying shook his head and said: "You are wrong, he was in a daze with the sword, obviously thinking that I am not cheap, but the sword is the second level of my kendo."

Yan Xiake interrupted: "It's not like, he's not a sword, how can he be cheap? Only bitches use swords. I've never heard that swords are bitch!"

Hearing Tang Xiaobao's ears, he thought: "I am the sword? The sword is me? I am not the sword, but the sword is me?" He knew that these two people wanted to mention something, and he was grateful, but he didn't expect them to take the opportunity to hurt others. Have fun.

Tang Xiaobao looked at the sword more attentively, regardless of external objects, his heart sank like water, Gu Bo was not surprised.

Seeing that Tang Xiaobao ignored the two of them at all, the two left without interest, muttering something in their mouths.

"I am the sword, I am not the sword, the sword is me, and the sword is not me?" Tang Xiaobao couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought about it. Those famous teachers who taught him have said this truth countless times, but at this moment, Tang Xiaobao But he felt that there was another kind of sincerity in it. He had seen Cang Yue's swordsmanship, it was not a swordsmanship, and it was not a move. An ordinary move was extremely powerful in Cang Yue's hands. No one could beat him. The men walked through Sanhe.As for Jian Juedao, that is a higher existence than Juggernaut: Sword God!
What should the sword of the sword god be like?I am the sword, the sword is me?No, never.

It is said that there was no such weapon as a sword in the world, but later the great sword master became the anti-demon king and cast iron into a sword.

The sword is born, the dragon protects the law, and the world changes.

The great swordsman also created his own swordsmanship, and single-handedly resisted countless demon kings, ghosts weeping and gods howling, and Jiang He changed color.

So what kind of sword is the sword of the Great Sword Master?

Tang Xiaobao had already realized that there is no sword in the world, and the great sword master made the sword with the strength of one person.Today's people are definitely better than their predecessors, am I not even as good as an ancient person?
Tang Xiaobao has grasped the key!

When I came back to my senses, I couldn't hold back the joy of enlightenment in my heart, but I was surprised to find that the sun and the morning glow were shining directly on my face.The gentle breeze warms people's hearts, and the morning dew and white frost are refreshing.

It's the third day.

Tang Xiaobao stretched for a while, then fell into deep thought again: What is a sword?

Is it a murder weapon, a famous weapon, a war weapon, a ghost weapon, a divine weapon, the power to command the world, or a partner who enlightens alone?
An ordinary sword is endowed with many meanings by the user. A sword is a sword. If a sword is used to kill someone, the sword is a murder weapon; Martial arts become crazy, the sword is naturally a companion.But it is still a sword, it is what it is, it is not a knife, fork, axe, and axe. The so-called sword god is a person who understands the sword, and a person who understands the sword is a person who understands the heart of the sword.Swords are alive, not just swords. Every item, since it exists in the world, has its own unique life form. The same is true for vegetation and metal, but people don't know how to communicate with them.And God, isn’t it someone who knows how to communicate with these different beings?But what does God regard these lives as?Ants?subordinate?friend or something?
Tang Xiaobao fell into distress again. Man created the sword, it seems that man is superior to the sword, but when the sword he created pierced his heart, would the person who created the fierce sword regret bringing a fierce sword to the world? Soldier?
What is the relationship between myself and the sword in front of me?

Tang Xiaobao looked at it, quietly, motionless, the radiance was overwhelming, and the sword body was covered with a layer of gold, but Tang Xiaobao didn't feel that this sword was any different from what he had seen before.

Standing with a horizontal sword, the sword is still a sword, he is still him, they have not become one.Closing his eyes, Tang Xiaobao saw the alternation of the sun, the moon and the stars in his dream. Various stars kept rising and falling in the sky. Some of them collided with each other, some of them never communicated with each other, and some of them crossed and then went their separate ways. Xidong...where are he and this sword?After all, this sword is a passer-by in his life. Even if this sword is a divine weapon, there will be a moment when their relationship will end. Before that moment, this sword is a sword, and he is still him.Jian was not born for him, but he and Jian can fight together. They are not friends, but comrades who entrust everything to each other.

There is always a group of people who can shed their blood and tears for strangers and entrust their backs to others. They are fighting for the same goal, fighting for the same dream. When the time comes, they will Will smile and wave goodbye to each other. On a cold winter night, when drinking a cup of tea, I think of the days when they fought together. That kind of friendship is more precious than that of friends and lovers.

Suddenly, it was the sword that suddenly emitted a light that was more violent than the sun's rays. It seemed dazzling, but it softly enveloped Tang Xiaobao in the halo.Tang Xiaobao didn't know what happened, but in the halo, he saw a figure fighting with people non-stop, and every sword technique in it was at his fingertips, as if that sword technique had existed since the creation of heaven and earth Yes, every sword strike has the power of gods and ghosts, but in the end, the man abandoned the sword and turned into a feather.Tang Xiaobao seemed to hear that it was a kind of mournful cry from the sword.Later, another figure appeared. His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every sword he used was a way of fighting for life, and he only used one sword at a time, but each sword would leave a person's life .And then... I don't know how much time passed, Tang Xiaobao only remembered that the figure of the last person who appeared was very familiar, that was - Jian Juedao.

Jian Juedao was still very young at that time, but he was dressed in the same way as he is now. He was dressed in white, and his eyes did not have the vicissitudes of time.He picked up the sword, and stared at it in a daze like Tang Xiaobao, but he didn't go away like his predecessors, he stayed and watched the ruthless changes of the years, and the people he was familiar with grew old one by one. to die.He didn't escape, but saw him write on the stone tablet: flowers bloom and fall, drifting by in a blink of an eye, people are wandering, keep their promises.

Tang Xiaobao didn't know what the promise he kept was, but Tang Xiaobao could see the desolation in his heart.

Jian Juedao wrote a few more words in the air on the body of the sword, and Tang Xiaobao read it out: Sword, God, Heart!

The heart of the sword god, unpredictable gods and ghosts, transcending the ordinary and becoming holy, only the sword and the heart!
Sword God Xin let out a joyous cry, and several sword lights shot straight towards Xiaohan!The sky and the earth shook, and the birds sang.

This is the Excalibur Lord!
Suddenly, all the famous swords in the sword hut screamed and wanted to fly out of the sword hut, but after Jian Juedao glanced over, those swords fell silent again.

"He is actually the body of the Heavenly Sword..." Jian Juedao whispered, but his eyes lit up, "The person I have been waiting for for many years, could it be him?" He looked to the east and sighed: "Time , it’s not much anymore.”

 Tang Xiaobao: Thank you fellow Taoists for recommending collections!
  


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