I Really Don'T Want To Be The Protagonist

Chapter 327

Chapter 325: Bad!

“I will demonstrate it for you for your teacher, and you are optimistic about it!”

On a mountain in Longyan, an old man with a fairy wind and bones started lightly.

The mountains are cold and windy, but the boy’s heart is hot.

Hold the sword in your left hand, hold the ring in both hands, and show off!

Three-ring set of moon, Da Kuixing, Yanzi copy water, left block and sweep, and block and sweep again!

One trick after another, the swordsmanship that the young man dreamed of finally appeared in front of him at this moment, and the young man’s blood filled his eyes!

In a world of dance, the sword in the old man’s hand suddenly became extremely slow, and the sword aura changed from the sharp and awe-inspiring to weak and weak, looking slow and limp.

At this time, the old man didn’t seem to be a hidden master at all, but was similar to those street performers, cheating, eating and drinking.

But the young man was still engrossed, carefully watching the old man’s moves in front of him.

At a certain moment, when the sword is closed, the mountains are no longer cold, and the sky is clear, there is a vague anger that ushered in early spring!

“Boy, have you seen it clearly?”

Juvenile said: “I see it clearly.”

The old man said again: “Remember all that?”

“I have forgotten a little and a half.”

The old man squinted his eyes and said in deep thought, “Okay, that would be hard for you. You can think about it!”

So the young man bowed his head and meditated, letting the cold wind rise again after the sunset in the mountains.

The old man also stood quietly across from him, seeming to be waiting for something.

After a while, the old man asked again: “How is it now?”

The boy calmly said: “I have forgotten more than half of it.”

The old man nodded appreciatively, and said, “As expected, he is the apprentice I’m fond of.”

“I will show you one last time, you can be optimistic about it.”

After speaking, the old man raised his sword again, but compared with the previous one, the sword moves this time had no traces of the same thing. It was like a wild swing, but it was only relying on brute force to scrape the bursts. Jian Gang only.

But the boy didn’t think so, he still watched seriously.

“boom!”

At a certain moment, the wooden sword in the old man’s hand suddenly shattered, and countless sawdust fell from the sky, like a rain, washing away a lot.

The old man’s face was sallow, but his smile was greater than before, and he said, “My boy, how are you now?”

The young man remained silent, but kept his head down and thinking.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up: “I forgot, I forgot everything!”

The old man patted the young man’s head, and a three-foot short sword reflecting the faint green light appeared in his hand for no reason, and entrusted it to the young man’s hand.

“This is the Blue Nightmare Sword, and it’s also your natal sword.”

The old man’s face became solemn, and he said, “You have to remember that there are people and swords!”

The boy looked at the old man in confusion and nodded subconsciously.

The old man said again: “Go, you and I are both light boats, a drop in the ocean, look for your world.”

After speaking, the old man patted the young man’s head three times.

The boy suddenly said: “Old gentleman, who are you?”

The old man smiled lightly: “Just call me Tsing Yi.”

The young man was puzzled: “Aren’t you wearing white clothes? Why are you called Tsing Yi?”

The old man did not answer, but said indifferently: “What do you want to do now?”

The boy was stunned, and subconsciously said: “Go down the mountain.”

The old man whispered: “Let’s go, idiot.”

The young man glanced at the old man, and then at the old man. He only felt that the old man in front of him was very familiar and close.

The young man turned and walked two steps, then looked back, and saw the old man still looking at him with a smile on his face.

The moon shines from the sky, as if connecting the young and the old together, turning into a masterpiece.

The young man felt his heart and knelt down three times at the old man.

He didn’t know why he wanted to do this, but he felt that he had to do it.

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

The boy turned his head, no longer hesitating.

His figure quickly disappeared from the old man’s vision.

The old man still stood in place with a smile on his face.

“Brother, you said, can you really adapt to this dunya?”

An old woman suddenly appeared, stood beside the old man, and asked worriedly.

The old man slowly raised his head, glanced at the endless starry sky, and said: “Everything that works is like a dreamy bubble; if it is dew, it is like electricity, so you should watch it like this.”

“We shouldn’t force it. Wentian has such a catastrophe. All of this is already destined.”

The old woman nodded with deep feeling, and said: “At the beginning, Ye Shenghuang approached him to take the blood from him.”

“It’s just that it is because of Ye Sanhuang’s misplay and collision that Wentian has awakened instead.”

The old man’s mouth smiled: “Yes, the child would not have thought that what she took away was nothing but impurities in Wentian’s body.”

The old man said cheerfully: “They should meet again in the future.”

“I will give all my life’s inner strength and empowerment to Wentian. This time, he will no longer suffer.”

When mentioning this incident, the old woman’s face was also smiling, but she quickly became sad again, and said: “Brother, how much time do you have?”

The old man’s voice was almost ethereal, and his turbid voice became ethereal.

“I don’t have time.”

The old woman was shocked, and there were two tears in the corner of her eyes.

“Going back and coming, the pastoral will not return, and it will be a heart-shaped service…”

The old man’s body slowly became stiff, and his voice became more ethereal, like a Buddha’s sound, with birds coming out of the forest and moving with the wind.

Suddenly, the old man himself was shocked, and his words about returning home also stopped abruptly.

“Oops, I forgot to tell Wentian his name…”

“what?”

The old woman’s eyes widened, and she wanted to say something, but the old man sat completely on this mountain because of the sudden mood swings.

“Brother!”

Since then, the world has lost a sword fairy.

——

At this moment, Ye Wentian’s face was joyful, and he walked happily on the street, watching the bustling surroundings, not to mention how happy he was.

The three-foot dagger was wrapped in brie by him, but it did not attract the attention of the pedestrians on the street.

This is a scene that can only be seen on TV in the past!

It’s just that, as he walked, his expression changed from happy to doubt.

“Uh, what’s my name?”

Suddenly, this very common question took up all his mind.

Ye Wentian racked his brains, but couldn’t figure out what he called.

If I can’t think of it, I don’t want to, Ye Wentian sighed, his face reappeared with an innocent smile, and he kept walking in a certain direction.

Although I don’t know why, but his subconscious mind has been driving him to go south.

So Ye Wentian kept walking.

On the side of the road in front of him, an old man suddenly fell down.

The old man’s face was painful, but he couldn’t stand up all the time.

Seeing this, Ye Wentian hurried forward to help the old man up.

Because of the old man in the robe on the mountain just now, Ye Wentian has a good impression of all the old people.

However, the old man’s next sentence made Ye Wentian stunned.

“Hey, young man, you are all right to hit me!”

“This matter is not finished without 500!”