She softly glanced at him. Wen Hua recalled the first time the two of them met and laughed involuntarily. She walked towards the inner room and just so happened to brush past the sword maid Cui Hua. Between women, they would only nod and stop. Li Baishi, who was rarely seen by the capital's famous scholars, actually went to cook. Wu Liuding squatted, Cui Hua stood, and Wen Hua was at a loss of what to do at the door. After hesitating for a long time, he still came to Wu Liuding's side and leaned against the pillar whose red paint had long been peeled off. It was snowing heavily. After Wen Hua practiced swordsmanship, he did not know how high his achievements were, but now he was no longer afraid of the cold. However, he still subconsciously pulled his sleeves. As a small person who was used to living a poor life, every time it snowed heavily in winter, his clothes were thin and he had nowhere to hide. He would gnash his teeth in hatred and wish he could pull down God and beat him up. Not to mention the expensive fur coat on Li Baishi's body, the poor people could not even bear to burn a stove of charcoal. Back then, Wen Hua lived under someone else's roof and endured the years together with his brother and sister-in-law. His sister-in-law despised him for not doing his job properly and his heart was higher than the sky. His brother always protected him, but it was inevitable that he would be nagged by his sister-in-law. Wen Hua also knew his own virtue. His mouth was mean and his words were vicious. He had never said a few good words to his sister-in-law. In fact, she was not a bad person. For so many years, she had let him eat and drink for free. Although her words were a little unpleasant, she had never really thought of driving him out of the house to suffer. Therefore, his brother was not a person inside and outside. In a fit of anger, Wen Hua ran away from home and did a lot of sneaky things. Then, he bumped into Little Nian. At that time, they were stealing melons from a melon farm. Both of them had a guilty conscience and fought with wits for a long time. Only then did he know that they were the same kind of people. That melon farm was completely destroyed. After they got together, Little Nian always teased him that he would pounce on any woman with breasts and buttocks. Such love at first sight was worthless. How could Wen Hua understand love? It was just like how a starving person would think that a steamed bun was the most delicious food in the world. During that bleak but not lonely journey, the number of times he fell in love at first sight could not be counted with his two hands. When the two parted, Little Nian said that all good things must come to an end. Wen Hua's eyes turned sour at that time. In addition, he also felt that it was not a good thing to always follow Little Nian to eat and drink, so he happily turned around and traveled alone in Jianghu, all the way to the northwest. Then, he met Miss Li near Xiangfan City. The first time he saw her, she came down from a luxurious carriage and bent over to put a piece of silver into the broken bowl of a little beggar with a broken leg. At that time, Wen Hua saw her not only give the money, but also smiled and touched the little beggar's head. At that time, Wen Hua told himself that this love at first sight was his last time. Because Little Nian, who liked to talk nonsense and convince people the most, once said that it was not a big deal for a woman to be beautiful. If a beautiful woman had a good heart, if he did not snatch her home and love her dearly, she deserved to be struck by lightning! At that time, Wen Hua rushed forward without thinking of his own safety and stopped the carriage on the street. As usual, he used the three tricks of a ruffian in the marketplace to tease a woman from a good family. There was nothing new about it. He asked the young lady's name, young lady's age, and where did she live? However, Wen Hua also added that he was a wanderer who was determined to practice swordsmanship and become a peerless swordsman. He did not act shamelessly and only hoped that the young lady could wait for a few more years until he made a name for himself. If there was no news of him after a few years, then she did not have to wait for him. At first, Wen Hua thought that only a fool would believe his sincere words. However, the young lady really told him her name and even asked him if he did not mind that she was a woman from a brothel. Wen Hua said that he did not mind. Then, she said that she would wait for him for three years. She really did wait for him for three years. When they met again, it was already in the vast capital. Wen Hua had suffered countless supercilious looks. Even if he was ridiculed as Wen Busheng, at least there were no small fish or shrimps who could not treat him as a dish. When Wen Hua practiced swordsmanship, he did not seek profit or money. He only sought fame, and he only sought to vent the anger that he had suppressed for too many years. Hsu Fengnian said that eating, drinking, and defecating was not the most common thing in a person's life. Instead, it was the inhalation and exhalation. When it was the last time that one exhaled without inhaling, one would die with one's eggs facing the sky. At that time, the exhalation before death was manly! There seemed to be a saying about how wine entered one's intestines, one inhaled sword aura, and one exhaled to destroy the five great mountains. The first half was straightforward, Wen Hua remembered it clearly. However, the second half was sour, so he could not remember it too clearly. After practicing swordsmanship with Old Man Huang, he had been fiercely suppressing his anger. He gritted his teeth, thinking about how he could one day exhaled and shake the Jianghu, make that Miss Li look at him with admiration, and make Xiaonian feel that he, Wen Hua, had not made friends with him in vain!
The new Đồng Thái's peach blossom branch was an invincible killing sword. Wen Hua did not want to learn it. The old God of Swords, Li Chungang's swordsmanship was for the later generations to split open the mountains, meet water, and boil water. He could not learn it. Wen Hua only wanted to practice his own swordsmanship. He wanted to practice his swordsmanship, marry his beloved wife, and live a stable life. Then he would have a good reunion with his brother, Hsu Fengnian, and slowly repay the debt of wine, meat, and kindness from that year.
Li Baishi made a table full of dishes, which looked, smelled, and tasted good. Looking at them, even if Wen Hua was not hungry, he still felt hungry. He wolfed down the food.
She only picked up a few vegetables with her chopsticks, and then stopped moving her chopsticks. She only looked at this young man. She wanted to laugh, but she could not.
On the other hand, Wen Hua picked up some food with his chopsticks for her. He said with a smile, "Eat more. Your body is important. It doesn't matter if you get fat. In any case, you're too good-looking. It doesn't matter if you don't look good a little bit."
This time, Li Baishi finally smiled.
The meal in the shabby alley and shabby room quickly came to an end. She did not forget to clean up the bowls and chopsticks like a diligent and thrifty housewife. She only took the basket and left. Wen Hua naturally wanted to see her off, but she only saw him off to the alley outside the courtyard.
They were silent the whole way.
Before turning the corner, she said softly, "Wen Hua, remember to become the most famous swordsman in the world. You promised me."
Wen Hua nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry about this. I even dare to kill the Emperor. If worst comes to worst, I'll wander the world with you."
He smiled and hurriedly added, "As long as you're willing."
Li Baishi nodded and lowered her head. Her expression was complicated. When she raised her head, her eyes were clear. She said softly, "You're not allowed to see me off. Can you do that?"
Wen Hua smiled and said, "I'll listen to you. But you have to be careful on the road."
Li Baishi smiled charmingly. "That year, after the carriage I rode in moved, I secretly saw you standing behind it for a long time. This time you go first. I'll wait for you."
Wen Hua laughed loudly and turned to leave. He did not drag his feet. He dragged his feet with snow and mud.
Li Baishi gently clasped her hands and exhaled. She waited for Wen Hua to enter the courtyard before turning the corner and entering the carriage. She was somewhat stunned when she saw that the old man was still there.
Huang Sanjia said in a flat tone, "I went to the vicinity of the Lower Horse Wei once and was targeted by that half-inch tongue of Yuan Benxi. There are some things that have to be done in advance."
Li Baishi said with a trembling voice, "You're going to tell Wen Hua directly just like that? But the Sword Crown and Sword Attendant of the Wu family's Sword Tomb are still in the courtyard. "
Huang Longshi said with a smile, "I intercepted and killed Hsu Fengnian in the Xiang Fan City's Reed Marsh. These two people were originally one of my moves to move the Sword Tomb. Sit with me for a while. After about two hours, I'll go to the courtyard. You wait for news. When you return, open this brocade pouch. "
Li Baishi took the brocade pouch.
Her hands and feet were ice-cold.
Two hours later, Huang Longshi slowly walked down from the carriage. The carriage gradually went far away, disappearing into the wind and snow.
Huang Longshi was not in a hurry to enter the courtyard. Instead, he walked back and forth in the alley twice before pushing the door open.
After a short period of time, a young man with a broken arm, a lame leg, and all the tendons and veins in his body, left with only one life left. He only carried the wooden sword that originally belonged to him and left the courtyard.
There was a long trail of blood on the snow in the alley.
"In laozi's hometown, if you borrow money, you have to pay back twelve or thirteen taels. You taught me, Wen Hua, how to use a sword. I'll cripple all my martial arts and return you an arm and a leg!"
In the courtyard, he said these words to the old man Huang.
Then this bloody man in the snow squatted down dejectedly at the corner. Beside his hand was only a wooden sword stained with blood.
The young wanderer's eyes were blurred with tears. He smiled mournfully and stood up. He aimed the wooden sword at the wall and fiercely broke it.
After that, there was no more news of Wen Hua in Jianghu. This wooden sword wanderer whose name shook the world as soon as he appeared in Jianghu left Jianghu in the most resolute and desolate manner in one night.
In the bone-piercing snow, he said to himself one last time.
"I won't practice the sword anymore."
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