C385 Swordsman Dream
C385 Swordsman Dream
At this moment, an old man stuck in front of him said to him in an extremely strict tone:
"When one reaches a profound level in martial arts, that is when they forget themselves. To forget yourself is the loneliness that only the strong can experience, just like your surname! "
"Who are you?!" Chen Yu wanted to ask, but no sound came out, he did not seem to exist, he was just in the void.
Indeed!
Chen Yu understood.
This time, he entered another body.
Although he could feel everything within this body, his soul was still independent. It was as if he was imprisoned within this body and sharing everything that happened within this body.
Since that was the case, then, what would happen in this life? Whether or not it was like in his previous life, that would make him engrave his heart into it!
After three days.
Chen Yu finally had a certain understanding of his own identity.
The place he was at was a blacksmith shop.
It was a small courtyard, and outside of the old blacksmith, only a crooked old tree in the corner could hear him.
His surname was Lonely, and his name was Shang.
It was as if this name had written a prelude to his life.
Every day, besides forging, his master would also teach him how to practice the sword.
"Look at the sword, look at the sword. Where are your eyes going?" The old blacksmith knocked on Dugu Shang with his stick.
"First, I'll take a deep breath, and then my Dantian will be filled with Qi. Yeah, spit it out, suck it in, spit it out, press it down, grab it, get ready! Attack with your sword! "
"Whoosh!" With a grunt, he drew his sword from its sheath. Sword light flashed like lightning, causing the onlookers to be unable to look straight at it.
"Master, is pulling a sword really that troublesome?!" Dugu Shang asked.
"Am I the master or are you the master!? If you practice according to the method I taught you, I guarantee that you will become a swordsman of your generation! " The old blacksmith said proudly.
However, Dugu Shang knew that the old blacksmith did not know how to wield a sword.
Before the old blacksmith had taught him how to practice the sword, the sword manual had been placed under the table to be used as a cushion.
He knew that one day, on a whim, the old blacksmith had put the pieces of cloth together and discovered that it was actually a sword manual!
Even so, Dugu Shang was still very happy.
Because he liked swords!
Although the most he did every day was still forging, Dugu Shang had a dream of becoming a swordsman!
He dreamt that one day, Dugu Shang's name would resound throughout the world.
As long as those villains heard his name, they would flee in all directions.
Even the world's number one swordsman, Alchemist Huang, would be shocked by his talent when she saw him and would want to teach him his skills.
And he would firmly refuse:
"I'm sorry, Great Hero Huang, I already have a master. Although his martial arts aren't as good as yours, but I'm a loyal friend and can only acknowledge him as my master for the rest of my life."
Then she would appreciate him more and more, he thought, and betrothed one of the two beautiful daughters to me.
Huang Fu?
Not too big.
Huang Rong?
That's not good, she's too young … Well, yes or no!
Anyway, he liked the little loli.
Just like this, Dugu Shang wielded his hammer and hammered copper and iron everyday.
Sparks flew in all directions, and he seemed to see Huang Rong shyly waving at him …
In the past half year, Dugu Shang had practiced the sword every day besides forging.
This was because he firmly believed that he would definitely be able to become a swordsman of his generation.
Early that morning, Dugu Shang was practicing his swordplay at the village entrance when a shadow loomed in the sky amidst the yellow sand.
Walking over curiously, Dugu Shang discovered that the shadow's steps were weak, as if a casual gust of wind could knock him over.
"Pah!"
Suddenly, when he was just a few steps away from Dugu Shang, he heavily fell to the ground.
A deep arrow pierced through his back!
Dugu Shang quickly pulled the man up, only to see that his face was dripping with cold sweat and his mouth was mumbling something. The moment his head was tilted to the side, his eyes were still staring at his clothes.
Dugu Shang boldly reached his hand in, and after a moment of searching, he found a letter and a large silver note inside.
On the envelope, there was an address: Luo City, Evergreen Courtyard.
Dugu Shang guessed that this person must have met a horse bandit, he wanted to leave the money with his family.
Holding the banknotes, Dugu Shang was elated for many days.
However, he hadn't been able to sleep well these past few days.
It wasn't excitement, but a voice kept echoing in his mind:
You are a man who wants to become a swordsman, how can you be blinded by this bit of gold and silver?!
After tossing and turning for several nights, Dugu Shang finally made up his mind: Send the money back!
"Are you really leaving?!" The old blacksmith was so anxious that he spun around in circles, asking the same question countless times.
Dugu Shang nodded seriously.
After hesitating for a while, the old blacksmith finally let go and said,
"Go ahead, come back early, master is still waiting to teach you swordsmanship."
Before leaving, the old blacksmith escorted Dugu Shang to the main road before he was willing to stop.
That day, he insisted on stuffing a stack of things into Dugu Shang's hands.
It was a few old, torn bills.
Although the amount of the noodles was small, Dugu Shang's nose was sour.
This was because he knew that the old blacksmith was very stingy. In a vegetable stall, he could often use even a single coin to pay three coins.
Although he didn't give much money to Dugu Shang, he had been saving bitterly for the past few years, so he was reluctant to spend all his savings.
Dugu Shang turned back because he was afraid that the old blacksmith would see his tears.
On the first day of his sword practice, the old blacksmith had told Dugu Shang.
True swordsmen did not like to cry.
Dugu Shang, who had never gone far before, was on his way.
To reach Luo City, one first had to cross a desert.
After walking for three days and three nights, Dugu Shang finally walked out of the desert.
Along the way, Dugu Shang suffered many hardships and finally reached the Luo City.
From afar, the city walls of Luo City hovered above the ground like giant dragons!
Dugu Shang, who was walking out of the village for the first time, felt his blood boil as his body trembled uncontrollably.
The next moment, the guards at the gate stopped Dugu Shang with suspicion.
"Stop!" What are you doing! "
"Deliver …" "Deliver a letter." Dugu Shang tensed up and stuttered.
Seeing the young look on Dugu Shang's face, the soldier did not plan to make things difficult for him and nodded, "Alright, let's enter the city!"
After entering the city, Dugu Shang realized that the Luo City was indeed very big!
He circled the street several times before finally finding the Evergreen Courtyard.
When he arrived at the entrance of the small courtyard, he discovered that there were many white banners hanging around the side of the door.
The carriages and people came and went in a very crowded manner.
In the hall, a few old men in white were crying.
At this time, Dugu Shang walked towards the crying woman.
At this time, a tall middle-aged man stood in front of Dugu Shang.
"Who are you!?" the middle-aged man asked.
Seeing everyone's gaze fall on him, Dugu Shang was momentarily at a loss as to what to do.
However, he quickly thought of something and took out the silver notes and the letter.
"Money, before that person died …" And the letters, I've brought them all. "
Dugu Shang tried to give a strong introduction of his origins, but he stuttered.
Before he could finish his words, he heard a "Wow!" The woman held the letter in her arms and sobbed.