Chapter 385

When Chen Yu stepped into the next step, the picture in front of him changed again.

At the moment, an old man was stuck in front of him and said to him in a very severe tone:

"Wu Dao, practicing to a high level is selflessness. Selflessness is the loneliness that the strong can experience, just like your surname!"

"Who are you?" Chen Yu wanted to ask, but he didn't make a sound at all. He seemed to be nonexistent, just in nothingness.

Sure enough!

Chen Yu knew it.

This time, he entered another body.

Although he can feel everything in this body, his soul is independent, as if imprisoned in this body and sharing everything that happens in this body.

In that case, let's see what will happen in this life? Whether to let him work hard as I did!

It took three days.

Chen Yu finally has a certain understanding of his identity.

He was in a blacksmith's shop.

The yard is not big, but the old blacksmith has only a crooked old fellow in the corner.

His surname is lonely and his single name is Shang.

The name, as if to his life, wrote a notice.

Every day, in addition to forging iron, his master will teach him to practice sword.

"Look at the sword and see the sword, where do you look?" the old blacksmith knocked down the old fellow's stick with a wooden stick.

"Take a deep breath first, and then take it away from the Dantian. Yes, spit it out, inhale it in, spit it out again, press your hands, raise your hands and grasp it firmly, ready! Get out the sword!"

"Miso!" with a sound, the long sword came out of its sheath. The light of the sword was like a flash of lightning, and the shaking human eyes could not look directly at it.

"Shifu, would it be so troublesome to draw a sword?" Dugu Shang asked.

"Am I a master or a master?" according to old fellow, proudly, "I will teach you how to practice and make sure you can be a generation of swordsman!"

However, the old fellow Smith knew that the old blacksmith could not have a sword at all.

Because before the old fellow taught him to practise the sword, the sword spectrum was placed under the table for the corner of the table.

Prompted by a sudden impulse, the old fellow was found to be a sword spectrum.

However, even so, Dugu Shang was still very happy.

Because he likes swords!

Although the most thing he did every day was still forging iron, Dugu Shang had a dream, a dream of becoming a swordsman!

He dreamed that one day, the name of Dugu Shang could be heard all over the world.

The villains would flee if they heard his name.

Even the best swordsman in the world, pharmacist Huang, will be shocked by his talent when he sees him and want to teach him the mantle.

And he would firmly refuse:

"I'm sorry, great Xia Huang. I already have a master. Although his martial arts are not as good as yours, I value friendship and can only worship him as a master in my life."

Then pharmacist Huang would appreciate him more and more. He thought about betrothing me one of his two beautiful daughters.

Huang Fu?

No, it's too big.

Huang Rong?

No, it's too small... Well, otherwise, it's OK!

He likes little Lori anyway.

In this way, Dugu Shang carried a hammer and struck copper and iron with longing every day.

In the sparks, he seemed to see Huang Rong waving to him in shame

For half a year, Dugu Shang practiced his sword every day except forging iron.

Because he firmly believes that he will be a swordsman.

This morning, Dugu Shang was practicing his sword at the head of the village. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the yellow sand.

Dugu Shang noticed that this person was running around with a limp pace, as if a random wind could blow him down.

"Pa!"

Suddenly, the man fell to the ground when he was a few steps away from Dugu Shang.

On his back, a deep arrow appeared!

Dugu Shang quickly pulled him up. However, he saw a cold sweat on his face and couldn't speak. Until his head tilted, his eyes were always staring at his clothes.

Dugu Shang bravely put his hand in and groped for a while. He found a letter and a large silver note in it.

On the envelope, there was an address: evergreen courtyard, Los Angeles.

Dugu Shang guessed that this person should have met a horse bandit. He wanted to leave the money to his family.

Holding the silver ticket, Dugu Shang was happy for many days.

However, these days, he still can't sleep well.

Not excited, but in his mind, there is a voice constantly echoing:

You are a man who wants to be a swordsman. How can you be blindfolded by some gold and silver?!

After several nights, Dugu Shang made up his mind to send the money back!

"You really want to go?"! The old fellow was in a hurry to circle around, and asked how many times he had asked.

Dugu Shang nodded seriously.

Hesitating again and again, the old fellow finally relaxed.

"Go and come back early after delivery. Shifu is still waiting to teach you swordsmanship."

Before leaving, the old blacksmith had been sending the old fellow to the main road before he stopped.

That day, he insisted on giving Dugu Shang a stack of things.

Those are some old money tickets with cuffs.

Although the denomination was very small, Dugu Shang's nose was sour.

Because he knows that the old fellow is very stingy, and at a vegetable stand, he can always use three yuan as a sum of money.

Although he didn't give Dugu Shang much money, he saved all his savings in recent years.

The old fellow died again, because he was afraid that the old blacksmith would see him cry.

On the first day of practicing sword, the old blacksmith said it to the old fellow Gu Gu.

The real swordsman doesn't like to cry.

Dugu Shang, who has never been far away, is on his way.

To reach Los Angeles, you first need to cross a desert.

After walking for three days and nights, Dugu Shang finally walked out of the desert when he was almost desperate.

Along the way, Dugu Shang did not know how much he suffered and finally reached Los Angeles.

From a distance, the walls of Los Angeles hover on the earth like a giant dragon!

Dugu Shang, who came out of the village for the first time, was so excited that his body shook uncontrollably.

At the next moment, the soldiers guarding the city gate stopped Dugu Shang suspiciously:

"Stop! What do you do!"

"Send... Send a letter." Dugu Shang was nervous and stuttered.

Looking at Dugu Shang's young expression, the soldier didn't intend to embarrass him, so he nodded and said, "OK, go to the city!"

After entering the city, Dugu Shang found that Los Angeles was really big!

He walked around the street several times before he found the evergreen courtyard.

When he came to the gate of the courtyard, he found that white flags were hung beside the gate.

Carriages and crowds come and go very crowded.

In the hall, several young and old in white were crying.

At this time, Dugu Shang walked towards the most crying woman.

At this time, a tall middle-aged man stood in front of Dugu Shang:

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked.

Looking at all the eyes on the court, Dugu Shang felt that he didn't know how to get along with himself for a while.

However, he soon remembered something, took out the silver note and letter and said:

"Money, before the man died... And letters, I brought them."

Dugu Shang tried to introduce his origin, but he stammered.

Before he could finish, the woman held the letter in her arms and burst into tears.