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"It can't be cured."
The old man shook his head, smiled bitterly and said:
"How long has my hand been useless, and the nerves inside have been necrotic. No matter how skilled the doctor is, it is impossible to reconnect it."
"I didn't say to rely on medical skills to cure you."
The white-haired man shook his head.
"I just can see from your longing eyes, old man, that you are a real sword seeker, and I feel a little pity. It's just that whether you want to heal your hands, whether you believe it or not, it all depends on you If you have That thought, tonight, go to the newly built ancestral hall in Qingshui Village and come to me."
After finishing speaking, the white-haired man put away the long sword in his hand, and the mountain wind blew up the wild grass that had been chopped up by his sword energy. The next moment, the man's figure disappeared without a trace¡ª¡ª
At night, Qingshui Village.
The one-armed old man who hesitated in his home for a long time finally couldn't help it, and sneaked into Qingshui Village in the dark of night.
The temptation of rebirth from broken limbs is too great for him. For a swordsman who has been obsessed with swords all his life, the sword is the meaning of his life.
Even if the one-armed old man is in his fifties, he is absolutely old in this era, but in his heart, he still has the desire to climb to a higher sword level.
If you know that there is a chance to connect your dominant hand back, then I believe the one-armed old man will do it without hesitation.
Such a coincidence, of course he could see that the boy and the white-haired man were trying to trick him, but as long as the arm could be healed, the old man didn't care about their purpose, even if it cost him his life, he would be willing to exchange it for himself. hand.
After entering the village, he was very careful in every move, because he knew that the people living in this village were all great characters in the great Xia Jianghu, and some of them were not weaker than him at all.
The one-armed old man knew that he had a special status. Because of his nationality, he was not accepted by this village. If he came in rashly, it would be an illegal invasion. According to the personality of the Daxia warriors, he might attack him on the spot and beat him up. awful.
However, tonight Qingshui Village is as quiet as usual. Even the restaurants and inns in the village have turned off their lights and closed early. In the darkness, only the trees swaying gently in the wind.
The one-armed old man managed to reach the newly built ancestral hall near the entrance of the village without disturbing any adults in the village.
He also knew about this ancestral hall. Since his arm was severed, he lived in a foreign land and came to the village for two or three years. When he came to the village for business last time, the village still had Without this ancestral hall, the villagers would not look as energetic as they are now.
The villagers at that time, although they were a group of wandering wild cranes, they had a smell similar to him.
That is the taste of old salted fish who had to withdraw from the arena because of unfulfilled ambitions, trapped by love, or forced to do nothing.
But now this group of people suddenly showed an inexplicable fighting spirit, which made the old man feel as if they had returned to the feeling when they first entered the rivers and lakes.
The old man touched the door of the ancestral hall, but the door was not locked. He pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and walked into the ancestral hall.
Even at night, the ancestral hall is kept illuminated. On the shelves on both sides, several rows of red candles are burning, illuminating the ancestral hall with dim and warm light at night. A god that the old man has never seen is enshrined in the ancestral hall. He guessed that it might be the local belief in Qingshui Village.
Generally speaking, although the ancestral hall is a place to worship ancestors or gods, at night, this kind of place will look particularly eerie and scary, but in this newly built ancestral hall, it gave the one-armed old man a sense of tranquility.
Inside this ancestral hall, it seems like a real god's domain, with a power that calms and relaxes the mind.
However, the white-haired man who asked him to come here this afternoon was not here, which disappointed the old man.
Going around the ancestral hall, the one-armed old man carefully checked every corner of the ancestral hall, but he was never found.
"Sure enough, I didn't come Then am I dreaming this afternoon?"
The one-armed old man shook his head, heaved a long sigh, and prepared to leave the village and return to his dilapidated house.
But at this moment, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and something pierced a side window, brushed past the old man's face, and hit the pillar of the ancestral hall.
"Sword Qi?"
The one-armed old man was very sensitive. He immediately ran to the window and looked out through the hole, but saw nothing.
He returned to the pillar again, and stretched out his hand to touch the sword marks left by the sword energy on the pillar.
A few words were engraved on it.
"Respect three sticks of incense, and the problem will be solved by itself."
"It's still a magic stick?"
The one-armed old man was a little surprised.
It's not surprising that powerless people put their beautiful thoughts on the puppet and stone statue, but the swordsmanship of the white-haired man is far superior to his. He was surprised.
"Forget it, I'm here anyway."
The one-armed old man smiled.
"In my current situation, I am not qualified to talk about others."
He walked up to the statue and looked up. The statue was a faceless man with a dragon on his shoulders and a sword case on his back. On the stage in front of the statue, someone put a lot of incense and fire. , available at any time.
The old man brought it over, lit three sticks of incense with some difficulty, bowed casually to the god statue, and then inserted the three sticks of incense into the big cauldron in front of the god statue.
The incense filled the air, and in the faint smoke, the one-armed old man suddenly felt a little sleepy for some reason.
He waited for a while, but nothing happened, so he took a futon, sat cross-legged on the spot and waited.
Waiting and waiting, before he knew it, the old man fell asleep¡ª¡ª
"!"
The old man in his sleep suddenly woke up, his head covered in cold sweat.
He dreamed that a man whose face could not be seen came to him to fight swords with him in the dream. In the dream, his body was not damaged at all, so he fought with the man who could not see the face for several rounds with the sword. The sword skill is superb, beyond the old man's imagination, the old man was hung up and beaten by him, and when the last sword was about to pierce his throat, the old man woke up from fright.
He subconsciously clenched his fists, and then realized something was wrong.
Not only my left arm, but also my right arm felt it.
A remnant of the dream?
The old man turned his head suspiciously and looked to the right, where his right arm was intact and as clean as new.
He tried to squeeze his fist in a daze, and then pinched his face fiercely. The pain on his face made him ecstatic.
"This is real!"
He subconsciously shouted, then covered his mouth again, and looked around.
He has not forgotten that he is still in Qingshui Village, and he broke in illegally at night.
Look at the light outside the window. It seemed to be early morning, and if he moved quickly, he might be able to sneak out of the village before the first people in the village woke up.
The old man bowed respectfully to the direction of the sword qi outside the window, then pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall and walked out.
"Are you leaving now?"
Suddenly someone shouted.
The one-armed old man raised his head, and found that the white-haired man who practiced sword that day, and the prodigy who beat him up with a bamboo sword, were standing outside the ancestral hall, looking at him leisurely.
"So you are in the same group."
The old man smiled wryly.
"Yes."
Bai Li shrugged.
"We're all in one team."
"No matter what, I must thank you all."
The old man bowed to the two.
"No matter what your purpose is, but you cured my hand holding the sword. This is the most important thing to me. Thank you. I will repay this kindness as long as it is within my power. .¡±
"That's just right, we don't have many requests."
Bai Qiuran smiled at the one-armed old man:
"You stay here now, we will treat you to breakfast, and then you can listen to us tell you the story of the foundation-building Tianzun." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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