Chapter 13: Dream Sword

Under the guidance of Shen Zhenyi, Chu Huoluo pushed the wheelchair through the garden, bypassed a Jiuqu Stone Bridge, passed through the corridor, and entered the East Yard through a moon hole door.
I encountered several deacon servants of the villa along the way. When I saw Shen Zhenyi, they were all surprised and respectful.
No matter what, San Gongzi is the pride of the villa.
He is willing to go down the mountain, which is the hope of everyone who goes up and down the abandoned sword mountain village.
"It seems to be much desolate here than the west." Chu Huoluo found that the ground was overgrown with no one to take care of it, and was slightly angry. "Isn't your brother saying that you are cleaned up?"
Shen Zhenyi smiled, "Don't worry, it was like this when I lived here. It was unchanged."
He practiced his sword here, and no one was allowed to disturb him. It was only about three or four months that someone came to repair the landscape in the garden. Although I haven't lived here for more than a year, this habit has been maintained.
That turned out to be the case.
You are so lonely! Chu Huoluo groaned along the slab road where Asakusa grew, pushing Shen Zhenyi all the way to Mengjian Xiaozhu.
The gold plaque inscribed by the owner Shen Shou hung on the doorway, the door was open, and the water-milled blue bricks in the hall were brightly treated. A jade bird cage was hung under the eaves. This is, as Shen Baihe said, even if the three sons are not there, there are still people taking care of it all the time.
"My son is back! My son is back!" Shen Zhenyi appeared at the door, and the parrot immediately yelled, his voice was hoarse and weird, and I did n’t know how the sword liked such a pet.
"Before I fought with the Yi people, I was like a cage, and my sword was like a flying bird, and I could n’t get along well. Therefore, raising birds for self-entertainment was a discipline." Shen Zhenyi seemed to see Chu Huoluo's thoughts, She kindly explained it to her.
Chu Huoluo stunned.
When she thought about martial arts metaphysical deities, it was difficult to understand. Shen Zhenyi taught her most of the things she couldn't understand, only rote memorization.
How could Jianyi be a bird? How could he be a prisoner?
The question of genius thinking is not understandable by ordinary people!
"What about now?" Anyway, she heard Shen Zhenyi only said a half-sentence, and asked again with amusement.
"now"
Shen Zhenyi groaned for a moment, and with one stroke, the door of the jade birdcage collapsed, and the budgerigar happily emerged, but only hovered in the air for two weeks, barking for a while, and did not fly away.
"Now it's broken, and it's natural that the sea is wide and the sky is high, and the sky is high enough for the birds to fly. It's just that the sea is wild and the sword is like the sea, but I have to find another sword sheath."
His sword qi is so good that he has reached the point of killing people, but he still can't completely send and receive.
Chu Huoluo seems to understand.
She feels that the most painful part of getting along with the third son is here. This kind of crushing IQ always makes people feel small and difficult to keep pace with him.
"You can go back."
Chu Huoluo pushed Shen Zhenyi into Xiaojian of Dream Sword, only to find that there was almost nothing in it. My heart was wondering if this was another third son's hobby, and Shen Zhenyi suddenly came to such a sentence.
"go back?"
Chu Huoluo fainted. She looked around. There was no one to serve in the dream sword Xiaozhu. Shen Zhenyi had difficulty moving. Did she leave him here?
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"In the back mountains, I am the same person."
Shen Zhenyi reminded him lightly.
Chu Huoluo was right when she thought about it. For Shen Sangong, the omnipotent, the meridians are broken, and the legs and legs are inconvenient. He lived alone in Houshan Baita and was quite comfortable.
"But you just retreat in Houshan. Now in the villa, it seems that you don't have to be so far away from others." But Shen Sangong, who has never been a servant before him?
Chu Huoluo suddenly got gossip, she found out she knew nothing about Shen Zhenyi's life. How did he grow up with this temper? Did he live alone from an early age?
"Please leave."
Shen Zhenyi didn't have much patience for explanation. He waved his hand gently, and Chu Huoluo could not help but soar in the clouds, and when she returned to God, she had already stood outside Mengjian Xiaozhu.
boom!
The door was closed tightly.
The budgie flew around her head, quaking, as if laughing at her.
Chu Huoluo pursed her lips, stomped her feet, and looked at the lights of Mengjian Xiaozhuzhong, turning around and leaving helplessly.
Shen Zhenyi listened to the sound of footsteps and walked away. Then she smiled slightly, got up calmly, walked to the hall, and reached out to light the ancient copper lamp in the corner.
— He stood up.
So he can actually stand up?
The wheelchair was left alone in the middle of the hall.
Shen Zhenyi's footsteps are light, as if walking in the clouds. But with each step, the Qi of the sword passed through his broken meridians like a sharp sword, from the toes to the knees, from the knees to the whole body.
This is a severe pain that ordinary people cannot tolerate.
But Shen Zhenyi was indifferent, his face did not change, not even a painful expression. To him, this level of pain is nothing at all.
So he walked back and forth in the ugly room between square inches.
The first nine steps, the next nine steps, the left nine steps, the right nine steps.
Just happened to make a circle around Mengjian Xiaozhu.
He walked faster and faster, and walked more and more steadily. If any martial art master is here, he will surely exclaim for his mysterious pace. Even a glimpse of a shadow is enough to create a brilliant light practice that can be passed on to the world.
But for Shen Zhenyi, it was just walking at will.
The sky gradually darkened, the sunset fell, the moon's eyes rose to mid-sky, and the pure and flawless silver light shone through the Nine Secluded Lands. Everyone who practices martial arts can benefit from it.
In the moonlight, the figure of Shen Zhenyi's white clothes became even more unpredictable, and his clothes fluttered like a fairy. The shadows on the ground and on the wall are messy and dazzling. I don't know how many people are dreaming of Xiaojian.
The glory of that moon eye seemed to be dragged by Shen Zhenyi, forming an image of a crystal clear sword on the ground.
-More and more clear.