There is Fusu on the mountain looking back at Nanshan

Chapter 1: Chapter Soul

When Su Jianhuan opened his eyes, like all normal people who came back from the gate of hell, he looked around in confusion, muttered to himself, and asked himself three questions:

"who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"Why am I here?"

A middle-aged man in a long and old robe came to the door, and replied indifferently: "You are Su Jianhuan. You are in Lejia Village now. Have you really forgotten the reason why you are here?"

Su Wuhuan propped herself up, raised her head, and looked at the man with short beard and long beard exuding the fragrance of medicine. Her heart lit up, and she knelt down on the bed, cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for saving my life. I am under the sect of Su Luohua of Xiananshan School." Chief disciple Su Jianhuan, I don't know what to call a genius doctor?"

The man showed a slight look of surprise: "Su Jianhuan, you can't really have a problem with your brain. I, Xue Shiwu, you don't even remember this."

Su Jianhuan looked carefully at the Miracle Doctor Xue in front of him again, but felt a little familiar, and felt a little pain in his brain when he searched the memory carefully.

Xue Shiwu sighed while twisting his beard: "Who knows how many days of hard work can save a white-eyed wolf." But he walked to his bedside and held up a pair of broken swords beside his pillow: "That's good. The past is gone Duan, the karma has been paid, it is a good thing not to remember. Wu Nian, I have really worked hard on you."

When Su Jianhuan's eyes touched the broken sword, his heart stabbed suddenly, and a scene of blood gushing rushed towards his face - surrounded by dark crowds, his hair was disheveled, his seven orifices were bleeding, his head hurt as if it was about to burst, but in Roaring in the strong wind waving sword energy: "Fu Jinxuan! Kill me, kill me!"

Then a young man in white appeared in front of his eyes, holding a bunch of silver lights and stabbing straight into his chest, blood spurted out from the sword wound, his head gradually stopped hurting, but his heart seemed to be torn apart over and over again.Unable to stand up, he knelt down and looked up at the young man. The young man's brows and eyes were blurred, neither sad nor angry. He felt as if his heart was broken and then glued back and broken again, so he held the other's hand holding the sword, He poked at his heart again.

He heard his smiling and relieved tone: "Fu Jinxuan."

"It seems that I finally remember how I died." Xue Shiwu frowned, but he seemed relieved, "Old Su, listen to me and speak clearly."

Xue Shiwu gave a brief explanation. Su Jianhuan used to be a protector of the Demon Cult. He was killed by his apprentice Fu Jinxuan in the Demon Slaying Battle a year ago. When the body was taken to Lejia Village, Xue Shiwu found that his heart and veins had all been severed, but after several hours of mortuary, he was breathing weakly. After being buried in the ground, Xue Shiwu stole him out at night, and used the Wu Nian sword as a guide to save him.The Wu Nian Sword is originally a treasure of the Demon Cult, which can suppress the demonic nature, and is connected with Su Jianhuan's blood, so the demonic nature in Su Jianhuan's body can be released.It's just that in this way, sanity and memory have been eroded a bit.Now that he woke up smoothly, he just forgot some bad things, Miracle Doctor Xue looked at the plaque of "Hua Tuo reincarnated" sent by the village and nodded to himself.

After some guidance, Su Jianhuan probably remembered some experiences, but his memory was still blurred, and he couldn't find the details corresponding to his guess.

Xue Shiwu saw that he couldn't think about it, and reminded: "From now on, the name Su Jianhuan, the chief disciple of Su Luohua sect of the Nanshan School, can no longer be called. I don't want people who have spent a lot of time to rescue them to seek death as soon as they open their mouths." .”

"I know. The Nanshan faction was destroyed 20 years ago." My heart still hurts.

"Then you also have to remember that Yiyue Palace has also been destroyed by the Demon Sect. The Tianzheng Sect was also destroyed three years ago. Your life now is entirely your own."

"That's right. I've lived most of my life, and my previous life has been wiped out." Su Jianhuan stretched his waist, feeling very agreeable, "Old man Xue, hurry up and get some wine to celebrate my new life."

Xue Shiwu glanced at him: "You can remember the matter of cheating on me faster than anything else. You can call me an old man because you have practiced magic kung fu for a few days and you don't look old."

But he still shouted towards the door: "Ah Fang, go get some wine. That dead ghost has woken up."

Satisfied with wine and food, I rubbed a lantern with satisfaction and went to the mountains.Entering the small thatched hut, the flowers, bamboo and stone tables in the courtyard are still there, but there are piles of mushrooms growing on the wooden stakes. I can't help but sigh that Xue Shiwu still cares about himself, and I don't know how to save the house of a demon cult remnant. Although the gems on the hilt of Wu Nian's sword were dug up to pay for medical expenses, it still hurts a bit.

He pushed open the door and shouted habitually: "I'm back!"

Only the emptiness and drafts of the room responded to him speechlessly.

He turned back and closed the door, smiling: "That kid, you should be doing well now."

After sleeping for a year, he was naturally full of energy when he first woke up. He tossed and turned at night and couldn't fall asleep, so he had to copy a sword and play around in the yard.The wind and sand rise, the bamboo forest howls, the moonlight cuts, and the dragon swims.Nanshan's swordsmanship was still handy, and he stroked the sword with satisfaction, but he felt the engraved pattern on the sword, a word "Xuan".

His heart slowly cooled down, but fragmentary memories began to emerge in his lonely mind. This sword was Fu Jinxuan's when he was 14 years old. At that time, his Nanshan swordsmanship was no longer inferior to him.It's just a young man's heart, eager to seek success, and his foot is often unstable, so he had to sit on the stone bench and fight Ah Xuan with his legs. With a stroke of my feet, I can bring Ah Xuan down and fall into my arms.

After coming down a few times, he saw something: "Ah Xuan, did you ever fight with someone when you were young?"

A Xuan got up from his arms, his face was still red: "No."

"No wonder your footwork is so rigid. It's useless to focus on standing on your own. You must pre-empt the attack and try to trip the opponent. You must know that although the attack of the legs and feet is not as powerful as the hands, it can determine the battle situation of both sides." Su Jianhuan remembered that he had many brothers and sisters since he was a child, and he didn't care about fighting with his master, and the young master who Fu Jinxuan was well-clothed and well-fed, probably didn't experience this, so he wanted to order more.

Ah Xuan pursed his lips, blinked his eyes with aggrieved eyes: "Okay, I will remember, Ah Huan."

Su Jianhuan couldn't control her hand, and gently pinched Ah Xuan's blushing little face, it was soft and slippery, and felt very good in her heart: "Don't worry, take your time, you have done a good job gone."

Indeed, Ah Xuan did a great job, from beginning to end.

He went back to the house to change a sword, but found that he didn't have any swords except Wu Nian. The swords in the house were all Fu Jinxuan's. With one exception, the word "Xuan" was engraved on it.However, compared with "Xi Hua", these swords might not even be called scrap metal.

He put the sword away, sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, although he was sorry for him from the beginning to the end, but the moment he died by his sword, he felt very sad.

The next day I went to see Miracle Doctor Xue again, and was scolded: "You still dare to come out and walk around like this now. I really thought that the world was as delirious as you and forgot your face! Jiacun, no one cares whether you are a disciple of Nanshan or the protector of the Demon Cult, at least a few people recognize you and know that you are dead, so why don't you scare them into thinking that you are a dead body by your sudden appearance?"

Su Jianhuan was ashamed by the scolding, but she still replied with a straight chest: "You said that I just woke up unconscious, so I don't remember this. Besides, this art of keeping the face is not what I want to practice. Pay attention to being remembered by Jianghu people for so many years, is it my fault?"

Miracle doctor Xue raised his hand and gave him a torreya, and it hit his head with a "boom", and his hands were stunned in the air in astonishment.

Su Jianhuan took his hand, rubbed his head, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Fifteen, I know you have the heart of a Bodhisattva. Changing your appearance is just a piece of cake for you."

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