My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 75 Five years are nothing but a youthful dream

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled: "Time may really go back in this world, but it will never happen in a small town."

Xu Zhian frowned and became even more confused: "I feel like I'm dreaming now. I can't tell which one is the real me."

The old man tapped his pipe and said calmly, "Whether it is a dream or awake, it is up to you to decide. Young man, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true, not to mention what others say. So, I can't get the answer from you. It depends on what you think in your heart."

The old man stood up and walked into the shop, humming a little tune as he walked: "The black hair is fluttering, and I am still young. The evening breeze is blowing, and the moon is on the treetops. I look up and see three or two flying cranes, which are better than fairies swaying in the clouds."

Xu Zhian lowered his head and murmured, "Is this the answer in my heart?"

The young man looked up at the moon and murmured, "It seems that the immortals in the sky are also like a dream!"

It was late at night, and the young man returned to the house. Since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it. Otherwise, even if he racked his brains today, it would be in vain. It would be better not to think about it and just treat it as a dream. When he woke up one day, he would know whether it was true or false.

The next day, when the sky was bright, the sound of iron hammering woke up the sleeping boy. Xu Zhian got up and washed his face.

When I opened the door, I no longer had the worries and frowns of yesterday. Instead, I felt a sense of acceptance and determination.

The young man walked up to the old man and said, "Manager Sun, I've figured it out. From today on, I will work here!"

The old man nodded and smiled: "Your choice is really wise. From today on, you will start to pull the box to control the temperature and carefully feel the breath of fire. When one day you can know the temperature just by physical sensation, then you can learn to forge iron. Remember, forging iron is also a kind of practice!"

Xu Zhian nodded and officially became an apprentice in the blacksmith shop.

After several unsuccessful attempts to escape that day, the young man finally settled down and lived here.

The streams are turning, the sun is above the moon.

The passing years are unaware of the hatred of the spring grass, and the dead leaves have turned into flowers on the ground.

Since some time ago, a strange man has appeared in the town. His age is unknown. All we know is that he is lonely and helpless. He loves practicing sword. Although he does not practice for an hour every day, he practices in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter. The children in the town call him Weird Uncle.

On this day, the spring breeze was blowing. In the peach garden, a middle-aged man in black clothes, carrying a black sword on his back, was sitting in the pavilion, watching the pink petals swaying and falling to the ground.

"This peach blossom wood is extremely nourishing. Now that the five elements have gathered in your body, it can be considered that the east wind is coming. Although you don't have much understanding of the realm, your swordsmanship has reached the realm of swordsmanship. This town can no longer sharpen you. Now you can go up the mountain!"

An old man in a peach-colored robe sipped tea made from peach blossoms and spoke slowly.

The middle-aged man nodded and asked, "Mr. Wu, was my fifteen years of trials arranged by my senior brother?"

The middle-aged man looked at the old man longingly. This was a question that had been weighing on his mind for fifteen years, and today he could finally ask it.

The old man smiled faintly and said slowly, "Your senior brother? Who is your senior brother?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "My senior brother is called Lu Fuyao!"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know him. Is he very powerful?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and nodded: "Very strong! He was a sword immortal more than ten years ago!"

The old man smiled faintly: "So you are a land sword immortal. It seems that your luck is really not shallow. However, even if you are a sword immortal, you are still not qualified to influence the affairs of the town."

The middle-aged man did not ask any more questions, so he drank the tea in his cup, stood up and said, "After all, the aroma of tea is not as good as the aroma of wine!"

The middle-aged man turned and left. At this time, a peach blossom swayed and floated in the wind, and was brought to the middle-aged man's eyes. The middle-aged man reached out to catch the pink. The faint fragrance entered the middle-aged man's mouth and nose, making him feel refreshed.

Then the man walked away and said, "Although tea is not as delicious as wine, the peach blossoms are more intoxicating than wine! Goodbye, Mr. Wu!..."

The old man raised a cup of tea, and at that moment, a peach blossom fell into the cup, creating ripples in the cup.

At this time, the peach blossoms in the garden are in full bloom, covering the ground with red. The bronze bells on the eaves of the pavilion are swinging, and the tinkling sound lingers in the air.

"Is it the wind that's blowing, or is it my heart that's beating?"

The old man murmured, watching the figure disappear at the end of the peach garden, smiled slightly and whispered: "Are peach blossoms intoxicating? I think it's people who are intoxicated by peach blossoms! Goodbye..."

The middle-aged man walked out of the peach garden, looked back at the bright peach blossoms in the garden, bowed slightly, and then strode away.

This person was none other than Xu Zhian, with his sturdy body, striking black sword and black shirt, and he exuded the majesty and magnanimity of a real man.

Xu Zhian has been in this town for fifteen years. When he first arrived in the town, he tried to interpret dreams and made many mistakes. Later, he calmed down, took dreams as his way, and devoted himself to cultivation. Until now, he has made some progress.

At first he worked in a blacksmith shop, pulling boxes for a year and forging iron for three years, cultivating the fire and gold energy in his body. Afterwards he went into the town's water transport, ferrying people for three years, cultivating the weak water energy. Then he moved to a medicine shop, studying pharmacology for five years, cultivating the thick earth energy. Finally he weaved straw sandals for a year and planted trees in Taoyuan for two years, cultivating the nourishing wood energy, completing the five elements.

When Xu Zhian reached the foot of the mountain, he saw a young man in white sitting idly in front of the gate of the courtyard.

When he saw Xu Zhian, he smiled slightly, waved, and motioned Xu Zhian to come over.

When Xu Zhian came closer, he heard the young man ask, "How do you feel?"

Xu Zhian said calmly: "It's not a big deal, I lost fifty mountain ghost coins!"

The young man raised his lips, shook his head and said, "You are not at a loss! You know, there are not many people who owe me, Lin Qingyun, money. Then again, haven't you also gained a lot in these years?"

Xu Zhian did not answer this question, but asked seriously: "Your name is not Lin Jianyi?"

The young man smiled faintly: "What about Lin Jianyi? What about Lin Qingyun? Whether it is true or false, don't you have the answer long ago?"

Xu Zhian nodded and said softly: "In another story, he suffered much more than you."

The young man smiled, then put away his pretentiousness and said seriously, "In that story, did I leave the town in the end?"

Xu Zhian shook his head: "No."

The young man laughed loudly upon seeing this, then waved his hand and said, "True and false, real and fake, you can prove your authenticity. I hope you are the one who breaks the impasse. Go ahead, the scenery on the mountain is great, remember, you must close your eyes to see the world!"

Xu Zhian nodded, said nothing more, and turned to head towards the back mountain.

Just as Xu Zhian was about to set foot on the mountain road, a loud shout came from behind him.

"Xu Zhian!"

"Remember to leave him a pot of spring thunder!"

Xu Zhian turned around suddenly and saw the young man waving goodbye to him with a smile.

Xu Zhian smiled slightly, waved his hand as well, turned around and walked out of the town as if in a dream.