Chapter 75

"You still dare to ask me what I did wrong?" Pointing at Wu Chi, the third senior sister snapped.

With his head down, he was hit heavily on his body a few times, looking at the angry Third Senior Sister, Wu Chi didn't even dare to hide.

"Master died to save you, his bones are still cold, just to let you open a restaurant to make money?"

"The Iron Sword Sect was destroyed. So many senior brothers died tragically at the hands of Luo Kun. They were tortured so much that they would not want to live, and they refused to slander you against your will. Let you bear the infamy of betraying the sect, just to let you spend the rest of your life in such a muddle?"

With red eyes, the third senior sister cursed tremblingly, "What are you talking about, holding the sword for the sake of upholding the heart, no complaints and no regrets! Could it be that you have no complaints and no regrets?"

For an instant, Wu Chi froze, his mind went blank, as if struck by lightning.

Countless past events reappeared in his mind like lightning, and his already numb heart felt as if it had been pierced severely by a sharp knife, making him unable to breathe in pain.

The reason for the collapse of Iron Sword Sect was that he stayed in Jianying Villa and seized the Yingying Excalibur.

In order to save him, the master passed away with the sacrificial sword, and the brothers were tortured. These things seemed to be vividly remembered, and they stabbed Wu Chi's heart one after another.

How could he forget these things, how dare he forget them?

Seeing Wu Chi's pale face, the third senior sister's tone became much gentler, she stretched out her hand and turned away Wu Chi's face, "Junior brother, look at me! I know your pain, and I also understand that the foundation of the way of swordsmanship has been severely damaged, but all this , is not a reason for you to give up."

"Although our Iron Sword Sect is small, we haven't even produced a single Daotai expert in so many years, but have the ancestors of all generations given up?"

"Eldest senior brother, your talent is not as good as yours, and your courage is not as good as yours. Maybe you will have no hope of success in this life, but look at him, did you give up?"

"Master has been upright and upright all his life, and he abides by the way of the sword. I have high hopes for you! If you give up on yourself, how will you face Master in the future under the nine springs?"

"...I'm sorry, Senior Sister, I'm sorry!"

Tears fell uncontrollably, Wu Chi said with a choked voice.

No matter how strong he looks on weekdays, he is still just a boy who is not yet twenty years old.

Taking out a handkerchief from her body and wiping the tears from Wu Chi's face, the third senior sister said softly, "Little brother, it's up to people! When we fell into Luo Kun's hands and were sold into the dark auction, no one thought that you could save us. Let's come out! But didn't you do the same?"

At this moment, Wu Chi suddenly felt extremely ashamed.

That's right, Tiejianmen was almost in a desperate situation at the beginning, but from the master to these senior brothers and sisters, how did anyone fall and accept their fate?

Even if they are dead, they are all fighting and persevering in their own ways.

Although the iron sword is small, the bones of the sword still exist!

But what about myself?

Self-cutting the brand is a choice made by oneself. Why can't I accept this result now?

So what if the foundation of kendo is destroyed?

As long as both hands can still hold the sword, as long as life is not over, no one can conclude that their swordsmanship is hopeless!

Even if the alcoholic genius doctor concludes that he is hopeless, so what?

The way of the sword is only in one's own heart!

Third Senior Sister's words were like a slap in the face, completely waking Wu Chi up from that dazed state.

In one thought, my heart suddenly became enlightened.

With a sincere smile on his face, Wu Chi bowed to the Third Senior Sister.

"Third Senior Sister, I understand! I won't accept my fate. My Wu Chi's swordsmanship cannot be judged by anyone else. If the foundation of the swordsmanship is destroyed, I will repair it again! As long as I am still alive, no one, anyone You can block my way of the sword!"

The haze of the past was swept away, and at this moment, Wu Chi's eyes revealed a strong sense of confidence!

"This is my little brother!"

Patting Wu Chi's shoulder joyfully, Third Senior Sister said softly.

"Come here, reopen the banquet, I want to cleanse my little brother!"

 …. .

After having a hearty meal and staying in the restaurant overnight, Wu Chi didn't say goodbye to the third senior sister, nor did he go to see the honest and honest restaurant owner, and left quietly.

Third Senior Sister has already chosen her path, so she doesn't need to intervene.

And I also have my own path.

Zhou Boyan was still waiting for him in Kunlun, and the strand of blue silk was still in his arms. No matter how many difficulties there were, why would he give up?

Back in the valley again, Wu Chi's mental state was completely different.

"Senior, I came back this time and brought you a lot of good wine."

Seeing the old man in the medicine garden from a distance, Wu Chi shouted loudly.

Raising his head and seeing Wu Chi, the old man couldn't help being startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "My boy, you still think about my old man, not bad, come on, let us have another drink."

Walking out of the medicine garden, the old man still did not forget to greet Yuan Ziyi, "Xiao Ziyi, quickly prepare wine bowls for us."

In just a short while, Yuan Ziyi had already walked out of the room, looking at Wu Chi with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Fifty-year-old Nurhong, I stole these ten jars of wine early in the morning, so I don't know how people are scolding me." Taking out the wine from the Qiankun bag, Wu Chi did not sit down.

"Haha, good! This kind of good wine, you must never miss it when you come across it. How can you not sell it?" The old man laughed happily, "Little Ziyi, pour the wine quickly."

Pushing away the wine bowl that Yuan Ziyi handed to him, Wu Chi said with a smile on his lips, "I won't drink it for now, it's still early, so I have to practice my sword for a while."

"Practice sword?"

As soon as this remark came out, the old man and Yuan Ziyi were startled at the same time, a little unbelievable.

When Wu Chi came back before, the old man could see that Wu Chi's spirit was completely different from before he went out. At first he thought that Wu Chi had already figured it out, but unexpectedly, these two words suddenly popped out from Wu Chi's mouth .

"Is your injury healed?" Yuan Ziyi asked in disbelief.

"How is it possible!" Shaking his head, Wu Chi explained, "However, I have figured out a lot of things when I went out this time. No matter what the result is, as long as I am still alive and can hold the sword with both hands, I cannot give up the way of the sword."

This answer was obviously unexpected. There was a gleam in the old man's eyes, he took a deep look at Wu Chi, and then said calmly, "Okay! Little guy, I have underestimated you for having such a heart."

"Senior praised you." Shaking his head slightly, Wu Chi then turned to Yuan Ziyi and said, "Ziyi, borrow the sword."

Seeing Wu Chi like this, Yuan Ziyi was overjoyed, untied the sword and handed it over, "Do you want me to practice sword with you?"

"Bah! Don't try to take advantage of me!" Rolling his eyes, Wu Chi said angrily, "You wait, when I recover, I will deal with you."

"The dog bites Lu Dongbin! Go, go, don't be an eyesore here, if you don't drink, I'll drink with the alcoholic grandpa."

Snorting dissatisfiedly, he kicked Wu Chi, Yuan Ziyi waved his hand like chasing a fly, took the wine bowl given to Wu Chi and drank it down in one gulp.

After Wu Chi had gone far away, Yuan Ziyi turned to the old man excitedly and asked, "Grandpa Alcoholic, does he really want to practice sword? Is there any hope of recovery?"

Looking at Wu Chi's back, the old man sighed a little, "It's rare to have such a heart at such a young age! If it weren't for this catastrophe, the future would be limitless."

Obedient and listening, Yuan Ziyi naturally heard that although the old man admired him, in fact, he was still not optimistic about Wu Chi.

"However, I think his spirit has really improved a lot. Maybe there will be a miracle?"

"Wait and see! As I said, nothing is certain in this world! However, since he is able to strengthen Jianxin, even if he fails in the end, he is still a generation of outstanding people. It just depends on whether there will be a miracle. gone."

Picking up the wine bowl and taking a sip, the old man exclaimed, "Good wine!"

"..." Rolling his eyes, Yuan Ziyi lazily talked to the old guy!

Hmph, I can't even say a nice word!

 …. .

Picking up the sword again, Wu Chi felt a different feeling in his heart.

Getting rid of all distracting thoughts, from the most basic Tiejianmen swordsmanship to Chengying swordsmanship, to Kunlun swordsmanship, Wu Chi performed his familiar swordsmanship over and over again, feeling peaceful in his heart.

Kenshin is transparent!

Vaguely, unconsciously, the sword gall that had been silent in his body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to wake up.

In fact, neither Wu Chi nor the genius doctor of alcoholic ghosts knew the reason why Wu Chi was able to maintain the foundation of the way of swordsmanship without completely collapsing after self-severing the brand. It's not that there is anything special about Wu Chi himself, but because he has already condensed his sword courage.

And it is the most special sword gall Tiancheng!

The heart of the sword will not be destroyed, and the gall of the sword will not be broken!

As long as Wu Chi didn't completely lose his sword heart, the sword gall in his body wouldn't be broken, and no matter how badly the foundation of the sword way was damaged, it wouldn't be completely destroyed.

When he was in Kunlun back then, it was precisely because Wei Changtian knew this that he let Wu Chi go down the mountain with confidence, and he asserted that Wu Chi would definitely be able to get out of the predicament and set foot on the road.

Wu Chi himself didn't understand these things, but the genius doctor of alcoholic ghosts never imagined that someone could really condense the legendary sword courage when he transformed into a mortal.

Before Wu Chi was in a daze, almost desperate after being hit, drunk and dreaming of death, the heart of the sword was covered with dust, and the sword gall was naturally dead.

Of course, if Wu Chi really resigned to his fate and sinks down, as time goes by, when the heart of the sword disappears, it will be the time when the sword's gall is broken and the hope of the way of the sword will be completely cut off.

But now, Wu Chi's heart suddenly became clear, and the heart of the sword was clear, and the silent sword gall naturally showed faint signs of recovery.

However, the foundation of the way of the sword was severely damaged after all. Although the sword gallbladder showed signs of recovery, Wu Chi still couldn't notice it for a while.