Chapter 65: Minjiang Sword Puppet, Emerges from Cocoon into Butterfly['What a familiar feeling.' You slowly opened your eyes and met a pair of eyes in the darkness. ] [The slightly dull eyes, with a hint of concern, are like a ray of hope in the darkness, illuminating every inch of your heart.] [“Gah—(You stupid, dumb fool, why did you wake up just now!)” You cursed, you laughed happily, you felt relieved. You finally... fainted.] 【You sank into endless darkness. 】 [However, this time, this dark world has already been illuminated by the flame of hope. You know, when you wake up, there will definitely, definitely... be a new beginning! ] [As long as you are alive and don't give up, there is still hope! ] 【March 8th.】 [When you wake up, it's already five days later. ] [The hut is in a mess, with overturned pots and pans, broken tables and chairs, and a bloodstained bed... It seems to have been used as a chopping board. A figure is holding a fish butchering knife and chopping something with it.] [You couldn't tell for a moment whether you were really awake or not, until the figure turned around, raised his bloody hand, and handed you a huge heart of a bighead carp king.]
[An hour later, you finally understood what happened. ] [Sun Er woke up, but he didn't wake up. ] 【He fell into a strange state.】 [The body seems to have recovered some of its instincts, and can eat, hunt, and even take care of you. But it does things in a disorderly manner, as if 99% of its mind is locked in another world.] 【He became a real fool. 】 [After a long while, watching you eat the heart of the bighead carp king, the foolish man Sun Er finally seemed relieved. He turned around and walked to the duck coop nearby, curled up and fell asleep...] [“That’s my bed…” You opened your mouth, speechless.] [The next day, March 9th.] [Your injuries have finally improved slightly, you climb down from the table that was used as a bed, and walk to the door. Outside the house, by the Minjiang River, a figure is practicing swordplay in the morning sun.] 【“Ga——” You are dumbfounded. 】 [You don't understand why a foolish man with an impaired mind can practice cultivation? What kind of miraculous state is he in?] [You are very worried, worried that after he wakes up, he will say, "I was in heaven for five hundred years, but I was only on earth for five days."] [You think one of you two must be crazy. ] 【Afterwards.】 [You have discovered a more serious problem. You simply cannot understand the swordplay that Sun Er practices.] [Rugged lines, weird postures, light and fluttery without any strength, and not even a hint of artistic conception... Is this swordsmanship? What's the point of practicing swordsmanship like this?] [You pondered for a long time, and suddenly burst into laughter. ] [You understand! It’s okay if you don’t understand! If you don’t understand, doesn’t that mean it’s a great thing? ] [Do you understand Chen Guzhou's swordsmanship? ]
[But there is still a trace of hesitation in your heart. Is this... really a good thing? ] 【The days passed. 】 [Until one day, you accidentally met Sun Er's eyes while he was practicing swordplay. In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of figures flashed through your mind, transforming into thousands of fish-cutting knives that pierced your mind in an instant.] [“What a terrifying sword technique…” You feel as if struck by lightning and fall to the ground.] 【You are finally relieved. 】 [Sun Er is trapped in his own heart silkworm tribulation. With himself as his opponent, his mind and sword will are undergoing an incredible transformation. When he breaks through the silkworm clothing that wraps his mind, that will be the day when he emerges from the cocoon and becomes a butterfly!] [Sun Er's condition has improved, and you no longer have to race against time. You have finally calmed down and started your own practice.] [Even a foolish man who has fallen into stupidity knows how to practice swordsmanship. How can you be content to lag behind others? ] [But, what should we do next? You fell into deep thought.] [You know it in your heart. Unless you reach the level of Tongyou Water Veins, or even cultivate the Golden Body of the River God, there will be a slight chance of defeating Chen Guzhou.] [But... this is difficult, very difficult! ] [Unless the five fates merge into one, forming the top-level bright yellow fate, and your talent changes qualitatively, otherwise, you will not be able to cultivate the golden body of He Bo within a few years or even ten years.] "Using a mortal body, I will forge the golden body of He Bo..." Song Lin sat by the Minjiang River, supporting the duck's head with one wing. It was already April. His injuries were basically healed under the effect of the gluttonous heart. The calamity of killing his body had passed, and the calamity of the heart silkworm had also been solved. Next, he would face the real calamity of returning home... Just wait for Sun Er to fully recover. However, should I continue on my path of spiritual practice? "The two bright yellow fates, glutton and idiot, are not qualified to cultivate the golden body of He Bo. The requirements of this practice are too abnormal. A mortal body... Could it be that the top bright yellow fate is still a mortal body?" “It’s so difficult!” But if he turns his focus to swordsmanship and artistic conception, is it really possible for the two white-blooded people, Guan Niao and Ling Chong, to pose a threat to Chen Guzhou? Song Lin scratched his head. Looking at the foolish man Sun Er who was practicing seriously by the river, his eyes suddenly flashed. "Sun Er's stupidity made him more focused. I, on the other hand, became hesitant because I had a brain. Isn't the saying 'great wisdom appears foolish' applicable right now?" "We...are not just one person!" [Time goes by in circles, and another three years have passed. ] [During these three peaceful years, no one knew the inner world of the foolish Sun Er. No one knew what efforts and costs you paid to cultivate the Golden Body of the River God under the Minjiang River...] [In April, the spring breeze turns the south bank of the river green again. ] [You pack your bags, pull the puppet-like Sun Er, and start your journey. ] [Of course you are not going to challenge Chen Guzhou. He is too strong, so strong that you are still not sure of winning. So, this time you plan to take Sun Er with you to the martial arts world.]
[If you want to win against Chen Guzhou, it is far from enough to work behind closed doors. 】 [Only by challenging various masters, honing your sword skills, and learning from their strengths can you have a chance. ] [It can also help Sun Er escape from the heartworm calamity as soon as possible and "wake up" from the closed spiritual world. 】 【Days passed.】 [Tianshui Tower, Badao Gate, Twelve Villages of Cangshui... powerful men, masters, swordsmen, and celebrities from all sides...] 【Your legend has begun to spread all over the world.】 [So, two years have passed...] This day. Outside Aojiang City, on a road next to a woods. "Run, run!" "Cheng'er, run away!" "Father! Mother!" "Here, I'll give you the treasure! Please don't kill my wife and children!" The chaotic world is always full of killing and fighting. For the sake of profit, people die, betray, and turn against each other every day... It's right in front of you. On the avenue beside the woods, a group of disciples from Tianshui Tower were holding swords and ruthlessly slaughtering a group of people. The middle-aged man in the lead knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, presenting a brocade box with trembling hands. "Hahahaha" the disciples of Tianshui Tower burst into laughter. "If I had known this would happen, why would I have put in so much effort to resist! Die..." Pfft~~ The long sword pierced his heart. The middle-aged man held the sword tightly and said with difficulty: "Don't... don't hurt my wife and children... please..." "Pooh!" The young man snatched the brocade box and kicked the middle-aged man over. He couldn't wait to open the brocade box. It was a piece of iron, a very heavy piece of iron, so black that it seemed to absorb even the sunlight. Black Lagoon Black Gold, finally got it! "Woooooo~~" Waves of terrified crying came from the side. "Why are you crying? They'll all be killed."
The young man glanced at the mother and son who were crying beside him, and his originally happy face turned cruel. "Ok?" He suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. The surroundings became strangely quiet. His companions all stood still, staring blankly behind him. The young man turned his head in shock. A person. A person with a weird posture. Wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, he walked out of the woods step by step. Stiff limbs, weird posture, like a puppet controlled by strings. "Gah-" Suddenly, a duck's cry was heard in the sky. The young man shuddered, and his crotch suddenly felt wet. "Min...Minjiang Sword Puppet!" Huhuhu~~ There was a sound of birds flapping their wings in the sky. next moment. A gray duck landed from the sky on the treetop, looking down with a very strange look. "Duck……" "The demon duck... it's the Minjiang Sword Puppet, run!" In an instant, chaos arose. More than a dozen disciples from Tianshui Tower were immediately frightened as if they had seen a monster and fled in panic. however. Since two years ago, none of the gang disciples who participated in the construction of Huanglu'an have been able to escape the hunting of Minjiang Daokui. Everyone. They all died in the end. Even the leading disciple from the Leiyin realm. A knife. Twenty meters away, a strange knife.
Although he was slashing at the air, his eyes suddenly widened and he died suddenly and strangely on the spot. When it's all over. The surviving mother and son huddled together, staring in horror at the strange man's back as he walked away step by step. Minjiang Sword Puppet! For the past two years, he has been a legend in the world. But no one ever heard him say a word. Even when killing someone, many people do not feel a trace of murderous intent. People are living ghosts, and ghosts are dead people. However, he is a puppet, a being that is neither dead nor alive. Some people say that he is a puppet controlled by the magic duck. Some people said that he had already lost his mind and was controlled by the magic knife in his hand, becoming a body that only knew how to kill and wander the world. Others say. He was practicing some strange martial arts, his mind was completely immersed in the world within his heart, and only instinct remained in his body. That’s why people in the martial arts world call him - Daokui, Minjiang Daokui. But no one knows. The sword puppet, which has been sleeping for five years, is finally going to wake up today... "Wow—" There were bursts of thunder in the sky and heavy rain suddenly fell. The strange figure slowly raised his head, revealing a haggard face under the bamboo hat. Looking at the sky with rolling thunderclouds, his dead eyes suddenly flashed with a blood-red knife light. Like lightning that cut through the sky and earth, the strong killing intent suddenly tore a crack in his mind. "Gah-" The sound of a duck's cry was heard again in the sky, full of joy. Next stop. Minjiang River! The foolish man who had traveled far away has returned. It takes a process of growth for a fisherman to become a foolish man, and from knowing nothing to being truly wise but appearing foolish. Actually, I have been in a very bad mood these past two days. Sanjiang has not been uploaded yet, and my readers are urging me to do it. I drank yesterday and felt very frustrated. This perfectly matches the mentality of the protagonist and the fisherman, haha I was about to lose my composure and wanted to end this story hastily.
But then I suddenly realized, why can't I do what the characters in my book can do? I can't let them down, especially at the end. So from now on, I will still go at my own pace. Just go slow, don't hold out any hope, and complete this journey completely. Yes, this is not only a story, but also a journey of the heart that I have thought of long ago. It is the martial arts world in my heart, although it is only a corner of the martial arts world and is far from the vast martial arts world of Sanjiang. In the context of the entire mythological worldview, it seems even smaller. But I just wanted to use small characters to write the seven stories that I had already imagined in my mind. At present, there are about seven, there may be more, or there may be cuts. But each story has its core to express, and each has its own splendor and brilliance. My outline is 5 words, the world view is 3 words, and the detailed outline of the first story is very long, I am afraid it is more than 10 words, but I can always express it clearly. If you are reading this story and happen to like it, please read on patiently and give this story a little patience. thank you all!
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