My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 46 First Snow

Xu Zhian frowned and took a sip of hot soup.

The young man smiled and said, "I am really curious, how did you hear this news, and who asked you to come to Jianya? You should know that Jianya today is no longer the holy land of swordsmanship."

Xu Zhian's face was calm: "I heard this news from others outside before, and I wrote it down out of curiosity. As for why I came to Jianya, it was because my master asked me to do so."

The young man smiled faintly: "We have known each other for such a long time, but I still don't know where your master's dojo is? Tell me, maybe I have visited it before."

Xu Zhian was slightly embarrassed: "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

The young man curled his lips and said, "I, Lin Jianyi, may not have traveled all over the world, but I am very familiar with the Donghua Spiritual Land."

Xu Zhian asked tentatively, "Have you ever heard of Jianlu?"

The young man frowned slightly and said, "I've never heard of this before. I guess it's not a famous sect."

Xu Zhian was a little disappointed; "Well, there are only three people."

Lin Jianyi was almost choked to death, and could only say calmly: "Actually, this is also good. There are no broken rules and regulations, which is beneficial to the sword spirit and the heart."

Xu Zhian nodded and looked out the window. The wind was howling and the air was chilling.

"got windy."

Lin Jian looked towards the night sky in the distance, his face showing a playful expression: "Yes, Jianya, which has been peaceful for several years, is now windy!"

Xu Zhian pulled the brazier next to him to the table and asked the young man, "Lin Jianyi, do you know where Shengxian Mountain is?"

Lin Jian nodded: "In the Southern Wilderness Swamp, I was lucky enough to go there once, and I almost didn't come back."

Xu Zhian asked doubtfully, "Is the Southern Wilderness very dangerous?"

The young man chuckled: "It's not dangerous, but very interesting. There are many races of people, ghosts, monsters and demons living there. The territory is much larger than the Donghua Spiritual Land."

The young man asked in confusion, "Then why did you almost die?"

The young man seemed to remember something, and said with a twitch of his mouth: "Xu Zhian, I tell you, when you travel in the martial arts world in the future, you'd better not mess with the people from Shengxian Mountain. They are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but they are the most hypocritical. They curse people in a very elegant way, but the key is that you don't understand. You fight, and after you beat the small ones, the big ones come. A group of people beat you up and still try to reason with you. In the end, you find that you have been beaten for nothing, and you still think you deserve it. There is really no way to reason with them."

Xu Zhian looked puzzled: "Weren't you also a scholar before?"

The young man said calmly, "The sage books I read are about how to assist the emperor in governing and educate the people, which is the way of Hinayana. The way taught by the old masters of Sage Mountain is the way of Mahayana, which is to save the people of the world and treat all races equally. Although we are all scholars, we can only be regarded as superficial and cannot be compared. But even so, as scholars, the decadent spirit of scholars cannot avoid being vulgar even in the holy land of literature, Sage Mountain."

The young man nodded: "It seems that you have suffered a loss in Shengxian Mountain."

Lin Jianyi's face flushed, and he retorted: "I... How could I, Lin Jianyi, suffer a loss? It's impossible!"

Xu Zhian couldn't help but think of Xia Shuyin next door, and he made up his mind that after the trip to Jianya was over, he would set off for Nanhuang Swamp to see the legendary Sage Mountain and the world of martial arts described by his senior brother.

The young man fiddled with the sparks in the brazier and asked, "Have you ever been to Monster Mountain?"

Lin Jianyi frowned and said, "That is the holy land of the demon race. Humans basically cannot enter there."

The boy smiled helplessly and nodded.

Seeing this, the young man stood up and said, "I will not come tomorrow on New Year's Eve."

Xu Zhian nodded, took out a jar of spring thunder from the mountain ghost money and handed it to the young man: "Happy New Year's Eve."

Lin Jianyi took the wine jar and smiled bitterly: "I haven't heard this sentence for decades."

"May the entire Jianghu be healthy!"

The young man seemed a little hesitant and said, "Actually, you should leave."

The young man asked seriously: "Is this the reason why you came here today?"

The young man nodded. Xu Zhian smiled faintly and shook his head, saying, "You already know the answer."

Lin Jianyi said no more, opened the door, and went down the mountain under the cover of night.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the oil lamp in the house flickered slightly. At this time, the young man was standing alone, walking alone.

The young man closed the door and sat back in front of the window, letting the cold wind blow on his face, as if he had something on his mind.

At this time, a white shadow flashed faintly on the side.

"This person is suitable as a friend, but not as a confidant."

Xu Zhian turned around and saw the shadow and smiled: "Brother, why do you think he always persuades me to leave the town, as if there will be a flood and a beast behind."

The young man in white said seriously, "You are right. What lies ahead will indeed be a disaster for you, but you don't have to be too scared. With me here, you will be safe."

The boy was even more confused, but he still nodded and said, "I won't be afraid!"

The young man in white smiled softly: "You have a very good foundation. While the sword cliff is free, you should sharpen your body. Now activate your spiritual power and show me."

Xu Zhian nodded, pinched his fingers, and suddenly a pure sword light flashed by, with a faint tendency to transform into sword energy.

The young man in white nodded and said, "You must practice the sword art all the time. When you reach the third level of the sword art, you can try to learn the sword formation at the back of the sword art. At that time, your sword energy training speed will be accelerated several times."

Xu Zhian carefully wrote down every word the young man in white said. Seeing this, the young man in white said to the young man, "You can also practice flying the sword with your black sword. Placing the black sword in the sword cliff will be of great help to your flying sword control. Even this sword will be of great benefit to you."

Xu Zhian nodded and said, "Brother, to fly with a sword, do I also have to reach the sixth level of sword energy?"

The young man in white smiled faintly: "As long as your sword energy is pure and your sword-controlling power is extremely proficient, you can fly with the sword. Because this involves the spiritual consciousness, you must at least reach the fifth level of the tranquilizing state of the mind. Otherwise, if the soul is unstable, the flying sword will not be enough to support a person's flight."

Xu Zhian suddenly realized that although he was very skilled in flying the sword, there was no way he could put any weight on the sword. Even a slightly larger stone would greatly reduce the flying speed of the sword.

The young man in white saw the boy's expression and comforted him, "Don't worry, there will be a day like that."

Xu Zhian nodded. At this time, the young man in white waved his hand, and a black dog appeared instantly. The black dog immediately ran around the house, and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

"Just leave this black dog outside. It ate all the buns you gave it."

After saying that, the figure disappeared into the house.

The young man looked at the black dog, then looked out the window. The night wind was like the howling of a wolf, with specks of white light falling. Xu Zhian smiled.

"Snowing."