On the fifth day of the August 2018, the weather finally cleared. The sun shone through the clouds and the haze shone into the small town. The dampness that had covered two days was soon melted away. After the heavy rain washed, the grass in Fenghuai small county was clear, the eaves were bright and the tiles were black, and the hazy distant mountains seemed much closer.

When Pei Ye opened his eyes, he was on the bed of the county government.

A familiar and unfamiliar feeling of ease came from the body, the muscle strength of the limbs was scattered and ready to go. Every breath could reach the bottom of the lungs unrestrainedly, while the chest and abdomen were so well-behaved and quiet.

Pei Ye looked at the roof blankly, and it took him a long time to realize that this state was called health.

He sat up with a thrust his waist. The house outside the window was still collapsed, but the yard had been cleaned up.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the monkey spirit boy came in with tea, his eyes were still red. He looked up and said, "Ah": "Brother, are you awake? I'll call the county magistrate now."

Pei Ye's brain was still a little slow. When he watched the boy put down the tea and walked out, he remembered that he should ask the safety of the boys who were running in other directions.

I turned over and got out of bed, my body was clean and refreshed. When I lifted my sweatshirt, I saw that my lower abdomen was smooth and there was no scar. The blood vessels in my right forearm still seemed to be filled with sticky blue flames. The abundant sense of power made Pei Yu clench his fists.

I lifted the lid of the tea and looked down. The fire talisman on my forehead had disappeared without a trace.

The door was pushed open again, and Chang Zhiyuan's deep and quiet face walked in. The old man was messy with white hair, tired eyebrows, and his left arm was fixed by a splint, hanging around his neck, which seemed to have not been carefully processed.

In an incident, Feng Huai and the four adults went to three, and only Chang Zhiyuan was left to clean up the follow-up. You can imagine how heavy the old man was doing on his shoulders this day.

"Have you had a rest? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" The old man's voice was as quiet and gentle as ever.

"All right. Lord Chang, how are you doing now?"

"Tell you Shenwu, the enemy was killed last night. Zhang Xiu and Zhao Yizhang arrived this morning. We have counted the cellars in the west of the city and are now over." Chang Zhiyuan said, "The other six victims have survived, and the three of them were killed by the murderer. Fortunately, Lord Zhao Yizhang brought several treasure pills and was treated in a timely manner. They should be fine."

Pei Ye breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"The state confirmed that this is a cult named "Zuanshi". It has almost been wiped out fifty years ago. There has been no movement in recent years. I didn't expect it to appear here suddenly." Chang Zhiyuan slowly sat on the chair with his armrest, picked up a cup of tea and drank it all. "Did you hear their purpose in the process of contacting them?"

Pei Ye shook his head, stretched out his right arm and placed it in front of Chang Zhiyuan: "It seems that their purpose is to turn that murderer into me."

Chang Zhiyuan said: "When you were in a coma, I had asked two adults to help you see it, and they had no clue - does it hurt?"

Pei Ye shook his head: "I don't feel anything, I'm even much stronger."

Chang Zhiyuan frowned and sighed: "Forget it, I don't know anything about this kind of thing, but this case must be transferred to the Prefecture. Let's see what they say at that time."

Pei Ye nodded.

"Do you have any plans for your future?"

"Plan? Not thinking about it yet."

"The way to practice martial arts is nothing more than a sect, military and court. Now the Dantian seed seems a little strange. The sect path is temporarily unavailable, but the other two sides may not be able to do it. I have a document in my hand to recommend local scholars to participate in the Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition at the end of the month. You know, next year's Shenjing Martial Arts Competition, Bowangzhou will have three quotas, and this Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition will be confirmed as the first one." Chang Zhiyuan said, "If you have any intention, I will report you."

Pei Ye was stunned and realized that it was time for countless warriors in the world to try again.

Two years ago, the opportunity to try out the high and low with the strong players in the entire state was suddenly in front of me. Before my brain could think carefully, my body nodded: "Okay."

"Okay, there's nothing else." Chang Zhiyuan smiled slightly and gently beat his legs. "We will handle the chores behind. You can go back and take a break first. When the people from the State Department and Xianrentai come to the evening, you have to come forward."

"good."

"Well, if you have any thoughts in your heart, you can come to the county government to find me at any time."

The two walked out of the county government side by side. Pei Ye was about to leave, but Chang Zhiyuan slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, let's wait."

He turned around and walked back to the county government office. When he came out, he held a sword and a basket and sighed: "I am old and can't sleep, so the worse my memory is - your sword. There is also the pear tree in the backyard that broke last night, and the pears all over the floor are sprinkled. You can carry a basket, otherwise it would be a pity if it breaks."

Pei Ye took the clean sword and the washed pear, and thanked him.

After walking out three or five feet away, an old shout came from behind: "Xiao Pei!"

Pei Ye turned around, Chang Zhiyuan's hunched figure was still standing in front of the steps. When he saw Pei Ye turn around, the old man struggled to raise his left hand and hold his right thumb, lowered his head and bowed deeply.

...

Pushing open the faded wooden door of the peach talisman, there was a thin and hard jujube tree in the yard. This jujube tree has never had dates since Pei Ye remembered, and its wrinkled and shriveled temperament is exactly the same as that of the old man in black under the tree.

After several life and death, it seemed that the day of separation had been extended.

"Grandpa Yue." Pei Ye shouted.

"Hmm?" the old man raised his head.

Pei Li's handle is pulled out.

The courtyard was quiet, and the old man's body was terrified. Pei Ye clearly felt that the body in front of the sword was reacting instinctively. It might have twenty ways to deal with the sword, but the broken tendons and bones pulled the impulse back. The old man finally just trembled a few times and coughed twice.

"Did you see it?" Pei Li said.

"White snow flies on the night of the ice sky, old geese look at the silver mirror, white horses enter the reed flowers." The old man closed his eyes and smiled, "Yes, this is the first move."

Pei Ye also laughed happily.

"It is difficult to get started with this sword style. Since you have learned the first sword, the sword style behind will be much easier." The old man said in a leisurely manner, "This sword has five kinds of sword intents. You have realized the 'fear of losing the feather'. There are still the coldness of the cold winter, the loneliness of the group, the quietness of the snowy night and the flying of the desperate situation. Remember to keep your mind at the sword to make progress..."

Pei Ye looked at the old man with his head held high, and told the sword technique he had difficulty and intoxicatedly that he had created in his heart.

Pei Ye has always had a sense of fear of the old man's past that he dared not to be disturbed, but after truly realizing the state of mind of this sword, he did have an urge to ask.

Geese fly on snowy nights, geese fly on snowy nights, and geese fly on snowy nights. Geese migrate in autumn, why is there a lonely geese in the sky on heavy snowy nights?

Why did the old man create such a sword technique? Why did he fall into such a situation with such a sword talent? He is still in a desperate situation of cold and lonely, trying hard to fly? Where is the south in his heart?

Pei Ye finally swallowed these questions back to his stomach, quietly waited for the old man to finish his sword, took two pears to wash them by the well, and gave them one to the old man.

Back in the room, Pei Ye picked up the little black dumpling lying in the basket and looked at its clear blue eyes: "Is it you?"

The kitten just looked at him quietly. After watching this quiet for a long time, it gradually became a little dull, as if it had no soul.

Pei Ye remembered the black dragon's words "not exactly". He lacked corresponding knowledge and did not understand what state it is now.
Chapter completed!