"Alas, with his means, it is estimated that in order to find you, he will kill a lot of people." Li Yu sighed. Mustang's special ability was Soul Chasing. According to the special cultivation method he practiced, he was able to search a person's soul memories. However, the price he had to pay was that the person he searched would either die or go insane.
"It's okay, as long as Li 'er is safe. It's just Mustang, I can deal with him. "Nie Jiangsheng glanced at the direction of the room.
"It's time for your shackles to be released! Today, when I came back from the city and saw Sun Long's death, I knew that you took action. "
"It will take some time, but at that time, our plan must be hidden from Li 'er. Since he has learned martial arts, he needs to walk the road in the future. When the day comes, I'll give him this cultivation technique. "Nie Jiangsheng smiled. For this son of his, he had sacrificed far too much.
"It's been decades, I'm afraid that people in Jianghu have forgotten you. For Li 'er, you came back 14 years later." Li Yu seemed to think of the scene of re-entering Jianghu with Nie Jiangsheng. He couldn't help but increase his voice, and the momentum on his body rolled.
"Only 14 years, I don't lack this life. In these years, my strength has not only recovered, but also went further. I want to see who in Jianghu can stop me. " Nie Jiangsheng whispered, but the swelling fighting intent and the king's aura made his thin body look incomparably mighty.
The two people began to discuss some things, but Nie Li didn't know these things, and he also didn't know that the door of Jianghu was about to open for him.
In the following month, Nie Li and Nie Jiangsheng continued to practice their saber techniques. Nie Jiangsheng didn't go to the ferry, but continued to teach Nie Li saber techniques. Nie Li had never seen any of them before. However, these saber techniques were tricky, domineering, ruthless, and terrifying. Each and every one of them dazzled Nie Li.
Nie Li's doubts when practicing saber before were solved, but because of his right foot, when he fought with Nie Jiangsheng, he always fell into a passive situation because of moving, and could only be beaten.
"Father, is there anything you can do about my foot?" After Nie Li finished practicing his saber, he sat in the courtyard and placed the saber on the table beside him. He put his right hand on his knee and lowered his head. He asked Nie Jiangsheng the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time. In his eyes, his father was the sky. He raised him, taught him how to be a man, and taught him saber skills.
"There is. The Jianghu is so big. There must be a way." Nie Jiangsheng looked at his son's miserable expression and sighed. Perhaps he was still so young and cared about this kind of thing.
"That's good." Nie Li had some hope in his heart, but he didn't have much hope. This kind of medicine was definitely hard to come by. How could an ordinary person like him obtain it? Nie Jiangsheng noticed the change in Nie Li's tone and expression. He made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would definitely treat his son's body.
Winter came quietly. Early in the morning, the window was covered with white snowflakes. The bamboo forest outside was also snowy white. Occasionally, a few bamboo leaves were exposed, adding a touch of freshness to the pure white.
"Li 'er, today I will drink with your Uncle Li. I will not come back at night." Nie Jiangsheng finished his lunch, wrapped his clothes tightly around his body, said to Nie Li and went out. His figure was suddenly buried in the wind and snow.
Nie Li hid in the house. It was very cold outside, but there was coal in the house that Nie Jiangsheng exchanged with the things he hunted last time. It was enough to get through the winter.
The warm fire in the house made the cold wind outside seem unusually bone-chilling. Nie Li was playing the bamboo flute at the window. The ethereal sound of the flute was faintly discernible in the howling wind and snow.
Looking at the dancing snow outside, a piece of it landed on Nie Li's cheek. His scalding skin instantly had a drop of water flowing down. He didn't know why, but Nie Li felt a strong desire swelling within his body. He wanted to practice the saber.
Regardless of everything, Nie Li directly put the bamboo flute on the table, pulled out his saber and rushed to the courtyard. The saber skills in his hand were at his fingertips. These were all taught by Nie Jiangsheng these days. He had memorized them in his heart in a month, but today he could use them so easily.
The snow was like a flying dragon flying in the air, constantly changing direction under Nie Li's saber. Every saber was shocking. The surrounding snow gathered around him. Under the guidance of the saber, Nie Li's body formed countless white snow lines.
"Bang" Nie Li waved the saber skills taught by Nie Jiangsheng. The original saber skills contained a kind of artistic conception. The wind and snow filled the sky, I will follow the shape, the vast white snow, no one came and went. I am like a saber, like snow, cold and biting.
The snow was still falling, and Nie Li's saber did not stop. His head was emitting a trace of heat, and his eyes were flashing, like two sabers.
"Cut in two, with the wind." The saber in Nie Li's hand was indomitable, splitting the snow in front of him. The saber skill was casual and had a wonderful charm, which was too much for the eyes to take in.
"Love is easy to cut, but the saber is hard to break." Every move was like a story. This saber, without any emotion, was devoted to the saber, and all the body and mind were entrusted to the saber. Nie Li's heart was not enough to support this move, so the power of the saber skill was sharply reduced.
But in this flying snow, he comprehended a different saber skill. "Saber in the heart, snow in the wind, blood in the hand. Snow Saber Skill. " The saber in Nie Li's hand was erratic, like the snow in the wind, letting the cold wind send him to every corner of the world.
His saber was as cold, as beautiful, and as pure as the snow. The saber skill was so fast that it merged with the snow. The bamboo forest here was full of saber shadows, there was no snow. It was all snowflakes, there was no saber.
"Huhu" his saber skill was only one move. Although it was only one move, there was no move. He just kept waving the saber in his hand, with a little shadow of his father's saber skill. Only the word "fast", like the light in the snow, dazzling.
Comprehending the saber skill consumed the mind. Nie Li practiced the saber and studied it at the same time, which consumed a lot of physical strength and mental strength. After practicing for more than two hours, he was a little tired. He hurried to the house. Now his body was very weak. His Qi and blood were still running rapidly because of practicing the saber. If his body couldn't bear it, coupled with the cold weather, he would be sick for several days.
Sitting in the house, he drank a cup of water. The warm fire made Nie Li feel tired. He felt sleepy, took off his clothes and fell asleep.
He didn't know how long it had been. In his sleep, he was a little thirsty, so he got up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up to drink water. However, the door of the house was wide open. Nie Li looked and saw a person at the door. It was Nie Jiangsheng.
The bamboo cup in his hand fell to the ground. "Father, father, what happened to you?" Nie Li hurriedly picked up Nie Jiangsheng's body. His body was still warm, which made Nie Li feel relieved. He put his father on the bed and took off Nie Jiangsheng's clothes.
The smell of blood on the clothes was very strong. Nie Li had a bad feeling in his heart. He then pulled open his father's inner shirt. There was a red palm print on his chest. It was very clear. The blood-red palm print was surrounded by a black aura. Nie Li carefully touched it with his hand.
"En." Nie Jiangsheng groaned in pain and opened his eyes. His face was pale.
"Father." Nie Li shouted anxiously. "Don't worry, I won't die." Finished speaking, Nie Jiangsheng spat out a mouthful of blood. Seeing his father in pain, Nie Li was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"I'll go get a doctor for you." Nie Li didn't care. He directly got up and walked outside. He saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky. He didn't expect that he had slept for a day. He was afraid that the city gate was closed, but for his father, he had to knock on it.
"Li 'er, it's okay. Don't we have medicine at home? You can boil a little for me. "Nie Jiangsheng looked at Nie Li anxiously and said weakly. Every word was said with all his strength.
When Nie Li heard this, he didn't put on his coat and went straight to the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, he lit the oil lamp and rummaged through the cabinets. He found that the herbs were almost used up.
But his father's injury needed medicine. Nie Li looked at the mountains under the moonlight. He simply went back to the house to get the knife and walked towards the mountains. Nie Jiangsheng was lying on the bed. His pale face was swept away. His face was rosy as he looked at Nie Li's figure.
"This injury still has some use. Mustang, this account will be settled later." Finished speaking, Nie Jiangsheng quietly followed Nie Li.
His father was a boatman. Where did he get the money to buy so many years of medicine to strengthen his body. Some of the herbs came from the mountains. The last time Nie Li came, he also found some familiar herbs, so he decided to take the risk this time.
However, the snow covered the sky. The mountains were all white. Nie Li looked at the vast expanse of white ground. He didn't know where to start. He couldn't help but feel anxious.
He was so anxious that he was about to cry. Thinking that his father was still injured and waiting for him, but he was wasting time here, tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes. Nie Li used his hands to push away the snow. Some places were filled with sharp gravel, while others were filled with sharp thorns. In just a moment, Nie Li's hands were badly mutilated. Furthermore, due to the cold weather, his hands were also bruised.
But even so, he didn't have the slightest tendency to stop. Perhaps it was good luck. He came to the place where he killed the tiger last time. Behind the huge rock where the tiger was entrenched, there was a Ganoderma. It was the size of his palm. It was blood-red. Nie Li directly grabbed it and ran home.
This road was too long. The snow blinded Nie Li's eyes. The biting cold wind began to penetrate into his body. He couldn't help but shiver. His footsteps were unstable and he fell into the snow.
"Wuwu" Nie Li cried, but he still got up. Because the snow melted, Nie Li's clothes were tightly clinging to his body. The night wind blew. It was even colder. His consciousness had begun to blur. His father was waiting for him to go back.
Looking at the bamboo house in the distance, there was a flickering fire. It was the direction of home. Nie Li smiled. His mechanical footsteps moved step by step. When he felt the warmth on his face, he couldn't hold on anymore. He fainted and fell to the ground.
Maybe his father also came back like this!
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