"A sword can have no edge, but a hero can't have no bones?"

Hundreds of years ago, a sword energy fell from the sky and drew hundreds of miles of sword marks on the Central Plains. Since then, a large river has been added to the Central Plains, called Jianchuan.

Not long afterwards, the three major countries of Western Qin, Eastern Qi and Southern Chu joined forces to establish a large cross-river city at the junction of the Three Kingdoms in the middle of the Jianchuan River, which was also named Jianchuan City. From then on, the legend of heroes and the myth of swords have been endless throughout the ages.

In legend, these two sentences are left behind by the Sword Immortal who drew out the Jianchuan River with one sword. This Sword Immortal is also regarded as the founder by all the sword-casting masters in Jianchuan City. For hundreds of years, it has inspired many heroes. When it was a passionate young man, it still has ambitions at its peak.

To this day, no one dares to forget the countless sword-casting masters in Jianchuan City - the sword-casting master cannot cast a sword-killing sword, but he must not be without a chivalrous!

Without chivalrous spirit, there is no right to cast a sword.

In Jianchuan, sword is everything, making swords is chivalrous, and chivalrous bones are sword bones!

Even Yan Li, who was beaten to the point of blood and on the verge of death, moved when she heard this and tried hard to open a gap in her eyes.

Han Wang, who was pointed at the tip of his nose by the sword, was really shocked.

Although Mrs. Han Wu was a real aristocratic family, she was not the kind of outstanding martial arts hero or official lady, but she had enough bloodline status to marry.

Before she got married, she was busy washing, dressing up, chasing young heroes, and after she got married, she was busy taming husbands, making money, and having a son. She was good at everything if she wanted to make trouble, pretend to be pitiful, and take advantage of her, but she didn't understand a single word about ancestral teachings or chivalrous principles.

She can only do things based on the rules of famous families - asking about the origin and fighting for her backing.

Mrs. Han Wu was a little nervous in front of Jianfeng. After taking two steps back, she asked at the top of her voice: "Who are you?"

Even though the Black Iron Tower was furious, he still replied according to the rules of the world: "If a certain family does not change their name or their surname, they will be the leader of the Fenghuo family. That's the same thing as Duan Heihu. Oh, you actually insulted us, the master of the sword-making master. Now you kowtow and admit your mistakes, otherwise - the sharp sword in the hand of a certain family will not be distinguished from men and women!"

When Han Wang heard about Fenghuozhan, he knew that the other party’s wealth and backing were incomparable to the Han family, and immediately became tough again, "You didn’t mention your identity before, how could I know which of your ancestors are? Our Han family is doing business here, what are you outsiders interfering? Let me get out of here immediately - get out!"

Duan Heihu was furious and shouted: "Killing people is just a lie on the ground. You are whipping and humiliating this young man in the street. How can a family sit and watch? The Tieyifang is silent and has lost its chivalrous spirit. If you don't explain to me today, the Tieyifang Jianchuan will be removed from the list!"

The furious Duan Heihu made a flick of the broad sword in his hand, and the sword wind was everywhere, which made Han Wang take a few more steps back.

But Han Wangshi was only afraid of swords, but she didn't take Fenghuo forging seriously at all. After stabilizing her body, she returned to her shrew's face:

"Youyouyou, you are not afraid of the wind and your tongue flashing! Where is the Tieyifang? It is the Han family's property! What is the Han family? It is a martial arts family with countless masters, and the ancestors are invincible innate masters! You, a local tycoon, dare to act wildly in Tieyifang. Do you believe that the Han family masters will flatten you in one hour?"

Before Duan Heihu could answer, he heard an old man shouting outside the venue: "No matter how great the Han family is, the master of the sword master cannot be desecrated! If Duan, if you want to fight, please count it as a share of my hardware hall!"

Immediately afterwards, another clear male voice shouted: "That's true! The so-called 'Swordchuan chivalrous bone casting for a hundred years', why are our Jianchuan casting masters afraid of threats? I, Gu Yueju, will never fall behind in this matter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white-haired man in coarse cloth clothes walked into the venue with a handsome young man in blue clothes. It was Ding Can, the leader of the Hardware Hall, and Qi Deng, the leader of the Gu Yueju.

Seeing this scene, Han Wangshi knew that she had stabbed a hornet's nest, and she was afraid she would be unable to be kind. Her eyes rolled slightly, and she immediately showed her best ability to play tricks and cheat—and she sat down on the ground and started crying: "Oh my God, open your eyes, three big men, bully me, a woman... wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

Before she could finish crying, she heard a Qingyue female voice sounding outside the crowd: "You shrew, you insult my ancestor, and you must not let you pass by vaguely. Since you call yourself a woman, then let me be the leader of Su Fengzhai Ning Rou, who is also a woman, fight for life and death in the heroes of Jianchuan!"

Before Ning Rou arrived, she threw a flying knife first. Its decisive meaning was to be truly a man.

Hardware Hall, Gu Yueju and Su Fengzhai are the three largest sword-making masters in Jianchuan. They can speak on behalf of the three religions and also represent the axioms and chivalrousness of Jianchuan City!

These three names are the chivalrous masters created by Jianchuan City for a hundred years.

Yan Li's last bit of consciousness stopped in front of him, and the shining sword light cut off the bun on Han Wang's head. The shrew immediately disheveled his hair, and his face was even more scared and in a mess. How could he have the nobleness and majesty of Mrs. Han Wu?

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In confusion, Yan Li had a very long dream.

In the dream, there are countless tall buildings, made of steel and cement, shining in the sun; there are countless steel boxes, flying in the sky and hiding everything; there is an omnipresent Internet, transmitting massive information at all times.

In that world, material wealth is extremely rich, but spiritually lacking. The people have no faith, no sustenance, and even fall into nothing morality. Fraud is everywhere, and conspiracy and traitors are rampant and violent.

None of these are shocking.

What shocked Yan Li the most was that long life experience.

In that lifetime, he was a practitioner in the Dharma-Ending Age.

Without inheritance, without Taoism, and without any magic, he is completely an ordinary person. He only relies on the words and absurd stories in the classics, and in the world of steel, concrete, planes, cars, computers and networks, silently comprehend and move forward in a daze.

He was lonely when he was young, studied hard when he was young, was heroic when he was young, was powerful when he was middle-aged, and was rich when he was old... After a hundred years, he had three ups and three downs and experienced storms, and eventually turned into a handful of ashes and returned to the earth, which made him seem to understand something, but he seemed to have never understood anything.

But he always believed that there was a way in the world.

All his experiences in his life were to realize, practice, and attain enlightenment.

But the avenue in his heart is not in the deep mountains and forests, but in the streets and alleys, with three thousand worlds.

The next moment, he suddenly remembered that he was actually called Yan Li, but he was the humblest little person in Jianchuan City. The illegitimate son of his illegitimate son was insulted and suffered all grievances for more than ten years. His mother died in hatred, but when she knew his father's identity, she not only did not bring any warmth, but instead came with an even worse humiliation...

The two memories kept changing in Yan Li's mind. What surged in his heart was not confusion and confusion, but a ridiculous feeling.

It seems that a young man named Yan Li is reading a long story book, watching the protagonist in the book, experiencing a hundred years of joy, sorrow, sorrow, joy, love, hate, and parting, and empathizing with it. At the same time, he transformed into the protagonist in the book, looking at Yan Li's short life for more than ten years, a small world, and endless humiliation, mocking the young man, asking him why he didn't resist, why he didn't change, and why he didn't get out of the predicament by himself?

And both of them knew very well - they were all dead.

Needless to say, the practitioner in the dream has already turned into ashes and the dust of the sky; Yan Li was seriously injured, and his muscles were almost destroyed, and his soul was scattered.

If both of these people are dead, then... who is "I"?

Whether it is a cultivator who has been full of knowledge and power, or Yan Li, who has survived many strange stories about fairy tales and myths, cannot answer this question.

Because it - unsolvable.

Only one sentence jumped out of his mind.

"In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a Hu butterfly, and he was a lifelike butterfly. He said that he was willing to be with him! He didn't know that Zhou was. He suddenly realized that he was a Hu butterfly. He didn't know that Zhou dreamed of being a Hu butterfly and? Hu butterfly dreamed of being a Zhou?"

This passage comes from "Zhuangzi·Qiwu Lun", and is a Taoist classic in the memory of Taoists.

The general idea is: Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly when he was dreaming, flying gracefully, happy and comfortable, completely forgot about Zhuang Zhou. When he woke up suddenly, he really became Zhuang Zhou again. Was Zhuang Zi dreaming of becoming a butterfly, or was the butterfly dreaming of becoming Zhuang Zhou?

How similar is this to Yan Li’s experience at this time? He couldn’t help but think: Maybe God wants me to abandon the past and look for the great way again.

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt a severe pain all over his body, as if the palms and whipping in his dream were back on his body.

Immediately afterwards, a noisy quarrel came from his ears, and a familiar young man heard a sarcastic voice sarcastic: "You Fenghuozhan was still yelling in front of my Tieyifang yesterday. Why aren't you arrogant now? The sword-casting master will finally use the casting technique to speak, invite your store treasures out, and compete with our Tieyifang!"

Hearing this sentence, Yan Li felt even more incredible - it turned out that he really turned into a colorful butterfly in his dream and had a lot of scenery in another world. Since that's the case, he woke up, he was not Yan Li, the young man who was bullied at the time.

The country is still the same, and the clear water of Jianchuan always flows, but Yan Li is no longer the Yan Li of that day.
Chapter completed!