There’s No Such Thing as Love in a Swordsman’s Heart

Jiang Su retreated for half a year. On the day he left the retreat, as soon as he came out of Luoxueya, he saw several people waiting for him outside.

The leader is Zhang Wenxue, the senior brother who took care of him growing up. Looking at his tenderness, he first raised his hand to straighten his long and slightly messy hair, and complained softly, "Junior brother, the past six months Come on, you suffer."

Jiang Su replied: "It's not bitter."

Zhang Wenxue patiently brushed the fine dust off his shoulders again, seeing that his clothes were slightly disheveled, she couldn't help saying: "If you continue to be so slovenly, how can there be girls—"

He paused for a while, and suddenly felt a little lost.

"Junior brother." Zhang Wenxue lowered his head to straighten his clothes for him, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and said, "If... if you have a family."

Jiang Su looked calm: "No."

Zhang Wenxue was slightly taken aback, with joy on his face, he looked up expectantly.

Jiang Su: "They will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword."

Zhang Wenxue: "..."

Disciple in the sect: "..."

The seventeen-year-old nephew Qi Du stood aside, seeing his master deflated, he was inexplicably happy.

Uncle Shi doesn't like Master, so he will have a chance.

Qi Du hurried forward, blinked innocently, and asked: "Is my little uncle good at martial arts?"

Jiang Su replied lightly: "Yes."

"Little uncle, would you like to compete with me!" Qi Du felt that he had perfectly grasped Jiang Su's hobbies, and he hurriedly continued, "Du'er has been practicing martial arts hard for half a year, and he has already improved!"

Jiang Su really stopped, looked at him, nodded slightly, and signaled him to draw his sword.

Qi Du happily drew his sword.

Qi Du happily raised his sword and rushed towards Jiang Su.

Qi Du had already fantasized in his mind the scene of two swords entangled in love.

Then the two swords intersected, and Qi Du watched helplessly as his sword was picked up by Jiang Su, drawing a perfect parabola in mid-air, flying high over the treetops and branches, falling down with a rustle of snow, and fell with a plop Luoxueya startled countless flying birds.

Qi Du: "..."

Jiang Su: "It's boring."

Qi Du: "..."

Jiang Su: "You are too good at it."

Qi Du: "..."

Jiang Su: "Shame."

Qi Du: "..."

Qi Du cried.

There was silence all around, only Zhang Wenxue could be heard complaining.

"Junior Brother." Zhang Wenxue said, "You should show mercy."

Jiang Su turned a deaf ear to it.

Qi Du cried even more sadly.

…

This is Jiang Su's tenth year of Chuanshu.

Ten years ago, he inexplicably transmigrated into a certain multiplayer sports novel and became the protagonist Jiang Su who was just ten years old.

In the book, Jiang Su is the number one beauty in Jianghu, the talented young uncle of the Zhishui Sword School, and has countless admirers in the Jianghu. Unfortunately, he only loves elegance and dislikes martial arts. Until he was a weak crown, he was killed by the leader of the Demon Sect. Infused with **** poison, her reputation will be ruined and she will fall into the abyss.

But the Jiang Su who penetrated into the book is different.

He is a straight steel man who doesn't know much about romance. His mother and child have been single for many years, and he has no interest in love.

He just wants to practice martial arts.

He has liked martial arts novels since he was a child, and he yearned for the world of love and hatred in the novels. Now that he finally has the opportunity to enter the world of martial arts, he must cherish it.

What kind of love are you talking about? Isn't it good to practice martial arts?

Love or something really affects me as a hero.

Now he has become the No. 1 sword in Jianghu, and ten years later, he will be weaker. It is time to restart the plot of the original book.

It's just that he needs to do one more thing before leaving for the Wulin League at the prologue of the original book.

He had to go down the snow cliff first and retrieve Qi Du's sword.

…

In fact, Jiang Su didn't care whether Qi Du was crying or not.

But what fell was the sword.

The swordsman's daughter-in-law is the life of the swordsman, and now he has lost his nephew's wife, just thinking about it makes him feel uncomfortable.

This Luoxue cliff is extremely deep, and the mountain is as steep as a knife. There is no road to walk on. You can only rely on lightness kung fu to go up and down. It is difficult for those with weak light kung fu. Now that the ice and snow on the cliffs have not melted, it is even more difficult to walk. Looking at the entire Zhishui Sword Sect, only Jiang Su can survive the snowy winter day.

He took advantage of the night to sneak down Luoxueya, successfully picked up Qi Du's sword, and when he was about to return to Luoxueya, he suddenly realized that something seemed wrong around him.

At the bottom of Luoxue Cliff, there should be no human habitation.

But now he could see broken branches not far away, and the shrubs by the cold pool at the bottom of the cliff were overwhelmed by large pieces. When he approached with a frown, he saw scattered shoe prints and faint bloodstains on the snow.

Someone is around.

He held the sword in his hand, and approached it cautiously, but after taking a few steps, he heard a soft rustle, and then there was the sound of piercing through the air, and the cold air of the sword had arrived.

Jiang Su's reaction was quick and quick, and he stabbed back with his sword. When the swords met, he already had an estimate in his heart——

Hiding in the shadows is a swordsman.

Still a master enough to rival him.

He couldn't help being excited in his heart, wishing he could immediately fight this person for three hundred rounds. He focused all his attention on this person's sword moves. As for whether the opponent was male or female, fat or thin, he no longer cared.

He never looked at the opponent's appearance at all, after a few moves, Fang felt that this person's sword moves were a little vacant.

Only then did he remember the blood stains on the snow just now, this person must have been seriously injured.

But it's too late.

He felt that he had met an indistinguishable opponent, and he showed no mercy in every move, forcing the man to fight with his heavily injured body. In the last move, Jiang Su lifted the opponent's sword, and the man vomited a mouthful of blood. fell into the snow.

Jiang Su looked up at the flying sword.

The long sword drew a familiar parabola, fell into the cold pool beside it with a plop, and sank to the bottom with a thud.

Jiang Su: "..."

This picture is so familiar.

He has seen it twice today.

Only this time... there was clearly some trouble.

He can't swim.

…

Jiang Su finally withdrew his gaze and looked at the man on the ground.

It was a black-clothed youth in his early twenties. He was seriously injured, blood was all over the corners of his lips, and his right shoulder had a terrible wound with flesh turned out, but it didn't look like a weapon wound. Jiang It was only then that Su noticed that he was holding the sword in his left hand just now, and at this moment, he was looking at Jiang Su with vigilance, and the two spoke almost at the same time, asking each other: "Who are you?"

Jiang Su paused and coughed. After all, he lost the opponent's sword. He was a little guilty, and rushed to answer, saying: "I don't know if the young man is Jiang Su who sent Jiang Su with the Zhishui sword..."

He is the number one swordsman in the Jianghu, and the "No. 1 beauty" in the hearts of countless people. He has a great reputation in the Jianghu. As long as he mentions his name, he thinks that no one will not recognize him.

But the young man just frowned, read the words "Zhishui Sword School", as if he didn't know him at all, and replied coldly: "Mu Yichuan."

Jiang Su had never heard of this name.

He saw that the young man looked vigilant, and he thought he was guarding against himself, but Jiang Su didn't care. The man in front of him, with a badly wounded body and a left-handed sword that he was not used to, was able to draw with him within a few moves. If he recovered from his injury, he believed that this person's swordsmanship would not be inferior to his.

It was rare for him to meet a master who was on par with him in swordsmanship, and his excitement was beyond words. Seeing that the man was injured, he made an excuse and said: "You are injured, I am not strong enough to win."

Mu Yichuan looked at him silently.

"It's better for me to take you back." Jiang Su said, "When you recover from your injury, we will never be too late."

Mu Yichuan was stunned for a moment, then Fang asked: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

Jiang Su smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of."

This person suffered such a serious injury, and it would take a few months to recover, at least. Before the injury recovered, Jiang Su was 100% sure that he could control him.

Yes, walking in this river and lake, a high martial artist can do whatever he wants.

He pinned his nephew's sword on his waist, put his head on his hips and looked up at the height of Luoxueya, and then estimated Mu Yichuan's weight in his heart, thinking that if he carried two swords and carried such a big man It is indeed difficult to climb up.

Mu Yichuan was still full of doubts, he frowned and asked him: "How do you go up?"

Jiang Su replied casually: "Left foot on right foot."

Mu Yichuan: "?"

Jiang Su coughed and said, "Crawl slowly."

He squatted down slightly, motioning for Mu Yichuan to climb on his back, but Mu Yichuan was still hesitating. He held the wound on his shoulder, and forced himself to ask, "Why did you save me?"

Jiang Su didn't look back, and replied casually: "I can't just ignore death, can't I?"

Mu Yichuan murmured: "Yes, you are a righteous disciple."

He seemed to have come to his senses only at this moment, and stepped forward without saying a word, but he was reluctant to let Jiang Su carry him on his back.

He had bled too much, his steps were a little weak, and he could barely stand up with Jiang Su's support. This cliff was steep, even if he hadn't been injured, it would be really tiring to climb up from here.

And Jiang Su supported him, and jumped onto a rock that could barely stand, Mu Yichuan finally couldn't help but said, "I'm not seriously injured, if you really can't get up, you'd better leave me behind." Bar."

Jiang Su pulled the vines, the wind was too loud under the cliff, he never heard Mu Yichuan's words, but said seriously: "Don't worry, you are not too heavy."

Mu Yichuan: "..."

Jiang Su continued solemnly: "The two wives of the head of the Ningshan School weigh hundreds of catties. How heavy are you?"

After saying this, he grabbed Mu Yichuan and jumped up a little more, stepped on a branch of a crooked tree to barely stand firm, and said, "Don't worry, if I really can't climb anymore, the sword will definitely be the one I threw first." .”

Mu Yichuan was a little moved, Jiang Su took a breath, and said: "Although the sword is important, it is a dead thing after all, how can it be compared with human life."

Mu Yichuan: "..."

Jiang Su said again: "Besides, the sword will not run away, I can take you up first, and then come back to pick it up."

Mu Yichuan was inevitably moved.

He seldom comes into contact with righteous people, but he only heard people around him say that most of the righteous people in the Jianghu are pious villains and gentlemen, but he never imagined that they would do so many things for a stranger he had never met.

He thought, maybe in the righteous way, there are still many good people with true temperament——

Jiang Su suddenly said: "Anyway, this is Qi Du's sword."

Mu Yichuan was startled: "What?"

The wind was too loud, and Jiang Su obviously didn't hear it clearly.

"Yes, the sword is the life of the swordsman's daughter-in-law." Jiang Su muttered softly, "But this is my nephew's sword."

Mu Yichuan: "..."

"Other people's wives." Jiang Su said confidently, "It has nothing to do with me if I lose it a few more times."