After Jiang Feng's words, the people of Bluestone Town just came out and sighed. Then they went back to their normal lives.
For them, the world of immortals was very far away and had nothing to do with them. As long as they were not involved in the fight between the immortals, they would be happy.
Ning Qi sold swords in the daytime. Occasionally, he forged swords and practiced swordsmanship. He only practiced the first move of the Passionless Swordsmanship.
Stab!
It was a simple move, but Ning Qi practiced it tirelessly. Every time, he practiced it until his hand was numb and he couldn't lift it. A few months passed quickly. The reputation of Ning Qi's sword shop seemed to have spread in the neighboring big cities. Every day, there were swordsmen who came to buy swords. Some of them left with 20 taels of silver, some left with 50 taels of silver, and some left with hundreds of taels of silver. Some families even sent their elders to Ning Qi.
Ning Qi went to their families to be a dedicated swordsman, but Ning Qi declined all of them.
Ning Qi couldn't spend all the money by himself. As long as one or two child beggars came to his shop to beg for food, Ning Qi would casually throw them some broken silver. Over time, the people of Bluestone Town knew that there was a sword seller named Ning Qi, who was generous with money and had the heart of a Buddha.
"Little Qi, haven't you noticed that there are a lot of child beggars on our street recently?"
Chen Asan walked into the shop with a few pancakes and said to Ning Qi.
"Really?"
Ning Qi smiled and took the pancakes to eat.
"You, don't give those child beggars anymore. Now even the child beggars in the neighboring town know that there is a kind-hearted sword seller in Bluestone Town. He hangs in front of your shop all day long."
Chen Asan said with a wry smile.
Ning Qi smiled and didn't reply. It was not the first time that Chen Asan tried to persuade Ning Qi. However, seeing that Ning Qi didn't reply, he didn't continue the topic. Instead, he took a sword from Ning Qi's shop and carefully looked at it. Occasionally, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.
"Brother Chen, if you want it, I'll give it to you."
Ning Qi said with a smile.
"No, no, why should I take a sword …"
Chen Asan shook his head. Suddenly, a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes. "My silk shop has been here for over three hundred years. My ancestors have been running it for generations. Qi, do you know what my dream was when I was a kid?"
"What dream?"
Ning Qi smiled.
"I dream that one day, I will be able to join an immortal sect. From then on, I will be able to travel the world with my sword. When I meet with injustice, I will draw my sword to help!"
Chen Asan said. When he said this, Ning Qi saw a trace of holiness on his face. One could imagine how important this dream was in his heart.
Ning Qi didn't say anything and waited quietly. Sure enough, Chen Asan continued, "At that time, I kept learning from a master because I wanted to learn some kung fu. Even if I couldn't become an immortal, I could still be a hero of my generation. However, my father didn't agree. I was his only son. He wanted me to come back and take over the shop passed down by my ancestors.
They quarreled and then left. " Unknowingly, Chen Asan's face was already covered in tears. Tears dripped from his chin to the ground, but he didn't realize it. He continued, "After five years, I didn't accomplish anything. When I returned to Bluestone Town, my father was already seriously ill and on the verge of death. When he was on his deathbed, he told me that he had been worried that I would die.
When he was on his deathbed, he told me that he had been worried that I would die in the outside world. He told me to take over the shop in the future and not to make it flourish. I only needed to guard Bluestone Town … "
"Not long after my father passed away, my mother also passed away. Because of my father's illness, the business of the shop wasn't very good. After I took over, it took me more than five years to slowly build the business back up. In the end, I married a wife and had children until now."
When Chen Asan finished speaking, he realized that he was crying. He wiped his face in embarrassment and smiled at Ning Qi. "Little Qi, I'm sorry. The first day I saw your swords, they made me feel a lot of emotions."
"Daddy, why are you crying?"
Chen Huan ran into the shop with her short legs. When she saw Chen Asan wiping his tears, she asked with a puzzled expression.
"It's nothing. Daddy just had sand in his eyes. What are you doing here?"
Chen Asan picked up Chen Huan and said with a smile. When he saw Chen Huan, the sorrow in Chen Asan's eyes was swept away, leaving only love.
"I want to see these swords. Can I touch them?"
Chen Huan said, pointing at the swords in the shop.
As he spoke, he stole a glance at Ning Qi.
"Brother Chen, just let him touch them. Recently, he's been sneaking around in front of the shop."
Ning Qi smiled.
"Okay, I'll touch them."
Chen Asan hesitated for a moment and carried Chen Huan to a sword. Chen Huan was overjoyed, but he carefully reached out to touch the body of the sword and immediately withdrew his hand with a satisfied look on his face.
"Daddy, I've touched them. When I grow up, I want to be like those uncles and have a sword of my own!"
Chen Huan said.
Chen Asan was stunned for a moment and then subconsciously asked, "You want to be a swordsman?"
"What's a swordsman?"
Chen Huan was stunned.
"You're still too young. I'll tell you later."
Chen Asan said with a complicated expression. In the following days, Chen Huan would go to Ning Qi's shop from time to time to play. Sometimes he would come with Chen Asan, and sometimes he would come alone. Time passed unknowingly for seven or eight years. During these seven or eight years, Chen Huan had become a teenager.
In addition to learning how to run a silk shop, his favorite thing to do was to watch Ning Qi forge swords. Chen Huan was the only one who had Ning Qi's permission to watch him forge swords. At that time, this news made other children in Bluestone Town envious. In their short lives, they often heard the adults in their families admire the sword-seller. Sometimes, the sword-seller's income in a day was equal to their income.
Half a year's income made them treat the sword shop as an extremely rare place. Chen Huan, who could watch Ning Qi forge swords, also became their little boss.
On this day, Chen Huan came to the sword shop as usual but found that Ning Qi was not there, nor was he forging swords. Behind the sword shop was the small courtyard where Ning Qi lived. Chen Huan thought for a moment and realized that he had never entered the small courtyard. Curiosity made Chen Huan make a decision.
"Uncle Qi, are you inside?"
Chen Huan whispered at the door. After waiting for a few seconds, he pushed the door open and found Ning Qi practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.
"Ah? Uncle Qi also practices swordsmanship? Is he also a swordsman? "
Chen Huan looked surprised. However, after watching for a long time, he found that Ning Qi only knew one move, so he felt that Ning Qi was unlikely to be a swordsman. Bluestone Town was not very peaceful. Occasionally, people would pass through here for revenge. Therefore, the swordsmanship Chen Huan saw from the swordsmen was extremely gorgeous, completely different from Ning Qi's.
Different!
Ten minutes later, Ning Qi sheathed his sword and stood up, sweating profusely. His appearance made Chen Huan even more certain that Ning Qi was not a swordsman. Swordsmen could fly high and low, so how could they be so tired after a few stabs?
"Xiao Huan, why did you come to see me?"
Ning Qi smiled as he wiped his sweat.
"There are guests in my family. Father asked me to invite Uncle Qi over for dinner today."
Chen Huan smiled.
"Oh? Then let's go. I happen to be hungry. "
Ning Qi laughed.
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