Yan Li looked at the sky. It was early in the morning. It was written on the document that he had to report to the Academy at midnight, which meant he still had three or four hours of free time.
Since it was still early, he went to the Resentful Yuan House. Although the name of this restaurant was strange, there were many diners.
At this moment, there were more than ten young masters in luxurious clothes in the lobby. They seemed to be cultivators who had obtained the recommendation from various places. They all looked at the messy and beggar-like Yan Li with a strange look.
Yan Li walked to the counter as if there was no one around and said, "Shopkeeper, do you have a separate courtyard?"
The shopkeeper was fiddling with the abacus. When he heard there was a customer, he quickly put on a smile. But the moment he raised his head, his face immediately fell. He said, "Of course there is a separate courtyard. But it costs three taels of silver a day. Do you have money?"
Yan Li only had two copper coins left. Of course, he had money. "No money."
The innkeeper glared at him, his spittle flying everywhere as he shouted, "You dare to stay here when you don't have money? If you don't have money, you should go to Yonghe Lane and squeeze in the stinky gutter with those poor people. If you are lucky, you might pick up a dead rat. But you have to be careful of those beggars because they will be as hungry as you! "
"I have this." Yan Li took out the snow flute unhurriedly and put it on the counter. At this critical moment, the "beautiful wives and concubines" came in handy.
The shopkeeper wanted to scold him again, but when he looked carefully, his eyes lit up. But he immediately restrained himself and said slowly, "What do you mean? This is not a pawnshop. "
"Then I will go to a pawnshop." Yan Li sneered and picked up the snow flute to leave.
"Hey, don't don't don't …" The shopkeeper quickly pulled him back. "But I can't set a price for this thing. How much do you want?"
Yan Li reached out a hand.
"Five hundred?"
Yan Li nodded. "No bargaining."
The shopkeeper's eyes flashed and said, "Okay, five hundred it is."
In fact, five hundred taels of silver was not even enough to buy a strand of hair on the flute tassel.
Yan Li took the four hundred taels and put down a hundred taels as a deposit for the house. Then he said forthrightly, "Buy me two sets of clothes while you're at it. I want expensive ones, the more expensive the better."
They followed the waiter to a small courtyard. Upon entering the door, they saw a peach tree on the left and right sides of the spacious courtyard. As the saying goes, a sparrow may be small, but it has all the essentials. This small courtyard had a bedroom, a kitchen, and a study. It was arranged in a row, with green tiles covering the roof, arched eaves, and carved doors … It was very comfortable to look at.
"Sir, are you satisfied? If you're not satisfied, you can choose again. "The waiter said enthusiastically.
Yan Li nodded his head in satisfaction and said, "Let's do it here. Help me get another bucket of water. It has to be hot, the hotter the better …"
"Alright!" The waiter immediately left.
It didn't take long for the hot water to be served, as well as two sets of clothes that Yan Li had told him to wear.
After paying, Yan Li walked into the bedroom.
Looking around, he couldn't help but be slightly startled. The layout of this bedroom was really unique.
Just from the layout alone, it gave people a feeling of exquisite luxury. It wasn't arranged using luxurious objects, but rather, every decoration was just right to set off the entire environment. Every corner had something that would make people's eyes light up. The doors and windows were made of precious, top-notch nanmu wood. The ceiling was made of pine wood, forming an elegant and beautiful roof beam. Four lanterns in the shape of palace lanterns hung down from the four corners. They had a total of six corners and were wrapped in fine silk cloth. Each side was painted with mountains, rivers, trees, flowers, birds, fishes, and insects. It was very exquisite.
On the west wall, there was a painting of "Searching for Plum Blossoms in the Snow". Below it, there was a Whistling Vase as tall as a person with a few lifelike flaming corals inserted into it. This made the entire bedroom's scenery much brighter and more beautiful.
On the side of the wall, there was an inner room and a screen embroidered with paintings of beauties.
A cool breeze slowly blew in from outside the window. The yellow sunlight shone through the treetops and fell on the bamboo mat, creating a mottled golden color.
This level of layout must have come from the hands of a master. No wonder the house price was so high.
Although Yan Li was used to wandering from place to place, he would never resist when it was time to enjoy. Therefore, he was very satisfied with this place.
He closed the bedroom door and went behind the screen. He took off his old clothes and soaked himself in hot water. Immediately, his exhaustion disappeared. The aftereffects of last night's' attack 'also disappeared without a trace.
According to what Zhao Chen said, his mother might not be dead yet.
Closing his eyes, his mother's voice and smiling face seemed to appear in front of him.
"Fan 'er, don't cry. Mother is here. As long as Fan' er doesn't cry, Mother will sing you a song …"
"Fan 'er, don't you think the sunset on the horizon is very beautiful? Although the sunset is beautiful, it's almost dusk. If it's any later, you won't be able to see the way back. You have to remember, at no time should you let yourself have nowhere to go. "
"Fan 'er, Mother knows that you hate practicing swordsmanship. But ah, it's natural to do what you like. It's rare and precious to do what you don't like."
"Fan 'er, you have to remember, in this world, you can only rely on yourself …"
Every word was engraved in his heart. Because of the joy of breaking out of the egg, the warmth in his heart was even hotter than hot soup.
After a moment, he forcibly suppressed his emotions and gradually returned to an old well without ripples.
His mind was clear, and he thought about the next step.
After reporting to the academy, he would have a foothold in Yongling. This was the first step.
But what was more pressing was the curse.
The reason why he knew that eight gray lines was the limit was because he could feel eight wills from the power of death and resentment. Every time he felt it, he had a feeling that any one of them could crush him into minced meat with just a little finger. Maybe they didn't even need to use their little finger.
He didn't need to guess. Just by feeling, he knew that once he was eroded by the eight wills, he would fall into an endless hell.
The next time the attack happened, he would definitely die. This was the conclusion.
However, although the curse couldn't be removed, it could be slowed down as long as he broke through the realm. For example, advancing from the sixth rank to the fifth rank could immediately remove one curse. This was a method that had already been tested.
In the end, it couldn't be separated from one's own strength.
Speaking of which, there was no weakling among the Yanshan Robber. Even among the twelve junior commanders, there were several who had already broken through to the third rank. Only Yan Li, the dragon head, was still stuck at the sixth rank of a Martial Artist. Of course, there was a reason for this.
The reason was the Dharma he practiced. The Taibai Sword Sutra was engraved in his mind when he was born. It was said that it was created by the most powerful Sword Fairy, Bai Kongxue, thousands of years ago.
Unfortunately, there was only the first chapter.
The first content of the first chapter was to "comprehend the heart of the sword." Without the heart of the sword, one couldn't go further in cultivation.
In order to "comprehend the heart of the sword," he started practicing drawing the sword at the age of three. He ate, slept, and never left the sword. However, fifteen years had passed, and he still didn't know what the heart of the sword was.
Without the heart of the sword, one's cultivation would never be able to go further. This was a greater curse than the power of death and resentment.
Without strength, even if he had the support of the Yanshan Robber, it would be difficult to move an inch in Yongling. Moreover, the curse was like a sharp blade hanging over his head, ready to cut down at any time.
It wasn't that Yan Li hadn't thought of changing to another Dharma, but he had a tenacity that was not afraid of difficulties. People like him either didn't do it, or did it to the best of their abilities.
Moreover, changing to another Dharma was equivalent to abandoning the past fifteen years.
Could a person who could even abandon the past remember hatred?
Of course, he could also practice other Dharma first and continue to comprehend the heart of the sword. But for Yan Li, impure things would never reach the peak.
He got up and put on his clothes. He went to the yard and was a little curious as to why there was a peach tree in the yard and not other trees.
But it was just a thought, and he quickly calmed down. The long sword landed on his wrist, and he gently rotated it, performing a set of basic swordsmanship.
Standing under the peach tree, a cool breeze caressed his face. He held the sword in his right hand and slid the fingers of his left hand across the blade. It felt like a river in the middle of the night, but he didn't feel a trace of fear. Instead, he felt an indescribable peace of mind.
It seemed that as long as he had the sword in his hand, all the obstacles in front of him would become paper.
He had been running around for more than ten years, but he had never had a moment to calm his heart and comprehend.
Suddenly, an inexplicable belief burst forth, and the sword in his hand seemed to have sensed it, making a slight trembling sound in response.
The sword's sound lingered in his ears for a long time.
Yan Li was suddenly startled. In the depths of his mind, a small hammer came out of nowhere. With a bang, it was like a layer of eggshell had been broken. Then, like a burst dam, many things gushed out, filling up his mind and making his head swell.
The discomfort gradually faded, and the world seemed to have suddenly changed. There was a noise in his ears, as if the leaves, branches, tree trunks, and even the soil of the walls and rotten leaves … had suddenly learned to speak and were chattering in his ears.
Yan Li suddenly shuddered, and a very unreal thought came to him. It was like a sudden storm on the surface of the sea, causing the lake of his heart to suddenly surge, like a raging tide, surging in his chest …
His reason was almost drowned by the sudden wave of emotions, and there was a voice roaring from the bottom of the lake of his heart,
Is it you?
At this moment, a gust of wind passed by, the branches swayed slightly, and a leaf slowly fell.
Yan Li didn't even dare to breathe, afraid that the slightest noise would drive away the feeling at this moment.
He seemed to hear the faint sound of the long sword in his hand, and couldn't help but close his eyes. Countless lines appeared in the darkness, interweaving into a complex network, but the trail of the falling leaf seemed to be imprinted in his heart.
A cold light flashed!
The leaf silently split into two halves.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the leaf. In his heart, however, there was an even more turbulent wave of emotions than before. He had to use all his strength to keep the last bit of his reason, searching in his mind.
He remembered that in the first chapter of the Taibai Sword Manual, it was recorded: All things are silent, live because of the heart, and that is the heart of the sword.
Yes, only when the heart of the sword was born could one comprehend the state of all things having a sound.
What did that mean?
It meant that his cultivation, which had been stagnant for many years, finally showed a little bit of movement.
Not knowing whether it was happiness or sadness, an expression that looked like crying and smiling appeared on his face.
He suddenly laughed. His voice was hoarse, and it gradually turned into a laugh, and finally even a hysterical laugh.
His laughter was full of desolation and loneliness.
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