Under the guidance of Shen Zhenyi, Cynanchum Chinense pushed the wheelchair through the garden, around a nine-turn stone bridge, through a cloister, and through a moon cave door into the east courtyard.
Along the way, they met several deacons and servants of the villa. When they saw Shen Zhenyi, they were pleasantly surprised and respectfully saluted.
No matter what, The Third Prince was the pride of the villa.
He was willing to go down the mountain, which was the hope of everyone in the Abandoned Sword Villa.
"This place seems to be more desolate than the west side." Cynanchum Chinense found that the ground was overgrown with weeds and no one took care of it. She was a little angry. "Didn't your eldest brother say that he cleaned it up?"
Shen Zhenyi smiled. "Don't worry about it. It was like this when I lived here. I didn't touch it."
He practiced sword here and didn't allow others to disturb him. About three or four months, someone came to repair the scenery in the garden. Although he didn't live here for more than a year, he still kept this habit.
It turned out to be like this.
You are really a loner! Cynanchum Chinense complained in her heart. Along the stone road with shallow grass, she pushed Shen Zhenyi all the way to the Dream Sword Villa.
The gold plaque written by the villa master, Shen Shou, was hanging at the door. The door was open, and the polished tiles in the hall were shiny. Under the eaves, there was a jade birdcage. The budgerigar in the cage had bright feathers and was looking around proudly. As Shen Baihe said, even if The Third Prince wasn't here, there was still someone taking care of it.
"Young Master is back! Young Master is back! " Shen Zhenyi appeared at the door, and the parrot immediately shouted with joy. Its voice was hoarse and strange. She didn't know why the Sword God liked such a pet.
"Before I fought with the man in the straw raincoat, my body was like a cage, and my sword spirit was like a bird. So I raised a bird for self-entertainment and to train myself. "Shen Zhenyi seemed to know what Cynanchum Chinense was thinking, so he kindly explained to her.
Cynanchum Chinense was stunned.
When she thought about it, she felt that the metaphysics of martial arts was mysterious and hard to understand. She couldn't understand most of the things that Shen Zhenyi taught her, so she could only memorize them.
How could the sword intent be a flying bird? How could he be a cage?
The problem that a genius pondered was not something that an ordinary person could understand!
"What about now?" Fortunately, she could tell that Shen Zhenyi had only said half of what he wanted to say, so she decided to play along.
"Now …"
Shen Zhenyi pondered for a moment, then waved his hand. The jade birdcage's door burst open, and the budgerigar happily flew out. But it only circled in the air twice, chirping for a while, and did not fly far away.
"Now that we've been destroyed and rebuilt, it's natural that we're like a fish leaping in the wide sea and a bird flying in the high sky. It's just that the sword aura is as boundless as the ocean. I still need to find another scabbard. "
His Sword Qi cultivation had already reached the point where he could kill with a thought, but he still couldn't control it at will.
Cynanchum Chinense didn't quite understand.
She felt that the most painful part of getting along with The Third Prince was this. This kind of crushing feeling of intelligence always made people feel small, and it was difficult to keep up with him.
"You can go back."
Cynanchum Chinense pushed Shen Zhenyi into the Dream Sword Villa, only to find that there was almost nothing here, and it was very bleak. She was muttering in her heart whether this was The Third Prince's hobby, when Shen Zhenyi suddenly said this.
"Go back?"
Cynanchum Chinense was stunned. She looked around. There was no one to serve in the Dream Sword Villa. Shen Zhenyi couldn't move freely, so she couldn't just leave him here, could she?
"In the back of the mountain, I am also alone."
Shen Zhenyi lightly reminded her.
Cynanchum Chinense thought it was right. For the omnipotent Third Young Master Shen Zhenyi, broken meridians and inconvenient legs never seemed to be a problem. He lived alone in the White Tower in the back of the mountain, and was quite comfortable.
"But … it's okay that you are in seclusion in the back of the mountain, but now in the villa, it seems that you don't have to be so unapproachable …" But did the dignified Third Young Master Shen Zhenyi never have a servant around him?
Cynanchum Chinense suddenly had a desire to gossip. She found that she knew nothing about Shen Zhenyi's life. How did he grow up with such a temper? Could it be that he had lived alone since he was a child?
"Please leave."
Shen Zhenyi didn't have much patience to explain. He gently waved his hand, and Cynanchum Chinense couldn't help but fly. When she came back to her senses, she was already standing outside the Dream Sword Villa.
Bang!
The door was closed.
The budgerigar flew a circle around her head, squawking strangely, as if it was mocking her.
Cynanchum Chinense pouted, stamped her feet, and watched the lights in the Dream Sword Villa light up. Then she helplessly turned around and left.
Shen Zhenyi heard the footsteps go away, and then smiled slightly. He calmly got up, walked to the side of the hall, and reached out to light the bronze lamp with a simple pattern in the corner.
— — He stood up.
So he could actually stand up?
The wheelchair was abandoned alone in the middle of the hall.
Shen Zhenyi's steps were light, as if he was walking on clouds. But with every step, the sword energy was like a sharp sword that passed through his broken meridians, from the tip of his foot to his knee, and from his knee to his whole body.
This was a pain that ordinary people couldn't tolerate.
But Shen Zhenyi acted as if nothing had happened. His expression didn't change, and he didn't even show a trace of pain. For him, this degree of pain was nothing.
He paced back and forth in this tiny room all by himself.
Nine steps forward, nine steps back, nine steps left, and nine steps right.
He just happened to walk a circle around the Dream Sword Villa.
He walked faster and faster, and more and more steadily. If there was a master of martial arts here, he would definitely exclaim at his mysterious steps. Even if he only caught a glimpse of a shadow, it was enough to create a brilliant Lightness Skill that could be passed down for generations.
But for Shen Zhenyi, this was just a casual walk.
The sky gradually darkened. The sun set, the moon's eye rose to the middle of the sky, and the white and flawless silver light illuminated the Nine Serenities. Every person who practiced martial arts could benefit from this.
Under the moonlight, Shen Zhenyi's figure in white seemed more unpredictable. His clothes fluttered, like an immortal descending to the earth. The shadows on the ground and on the walls danced chaotically, dazzling people. They didn't know how many people were in the Dream Sword Villa.
The brilliance of the moon's eye seemed to be guided by Shen Zhenyi, forming the image of a crystal clear long sword on the ground.
— — It became clearer and clearer.
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