Chapter Ninety-Two: The Sword Departs, the Man Remains

  The wind whistled and let out a sigh of relief. On the other side, a group of people suddenly appeared, regardless of whether they were injured or not, and "whoosh" surrounded them all at once.

  "What's going on? What's going on? Why are they suddenly willing to leave!" Liu Ruoxue hastily asked on behalf of everyone.

  "The wind whispered with a smile: 'Nothing much, after all, people of higher ranks tend to cherish their own ranks more!'"

  "What's going on? Do you have a way to kill him? I saw you several times in the middle, and it seemed quite difficult!"

  "It's quite a struggle and I'm not very confident, but after all, there's a chance to die together with him!"

  "Is it? How can we end up like this!"

  The wind was blowing, and it felt more strenuous to answer Liu Ruoxue's question than the previous battle. He stuttered: "Uh! It was just that I stabbed him, he also chopped me, then he died, and I also... we both ended up dying together!"

  But Liu Ruoxue's questions were endless, and just as she was about to ask another one, Xianle interrupted her: "That sword of yours seems pretty powerful!"

  Liu Ruoxue not only loved to ask questions, but also loved to answer them. Her thinking was quick and agile, and she hastily replied: "Of course! The 'Ruoxue' sword is certainly formidable!" She called out the two words "Ruoxue" very loudly, fearing that everyone hadn't noticed.

  The wind was blowing gently, and her face turned red like the morning clouds. The crowd couldn't help but look at them with ill intentions, the meaning couldn't be clearer: "What's going on between you two?!" Feng Xiao Xiao's face quickly transformed into a fiery cloud.

  Feng Xiao Xiao was indeed a talented individual, recovering to normal in an extremely short time and quickly joining the conversation. He raised his "Ruoxue" sword and said, "Yes! Thanks to it today!" As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his middle finger at the sword body, and the sword shattered with a loud noise. Feng Xiao Xiao's face, which had just returned to normal less than ten seconds ago, suddenly turned green, and was getting greener by the second.

  The onlookers all gasped in shock. One of them said, "Wow, that's incredible! Is this... the legendary Finger of God?"

  Another person asked foolishly: "Is this sword... disposable?"

  But judging from the wind blowing and his facial expression, it's clear that this isn't a one-off Finger Pointing Divine Ability, nor is this sword a one-time use item. This was an accident, and an unexpected one at that.

  The wind's hand still tightly grasped the short hilt of the sword, the entire blade had completely shattered, shattered so thoroughly that the wind couldn't believe it. The treasured sword that had accompanied him for many days, though not invincible, could be said to be matchless, a rare weapon of the highest quality, yet with just a light flick of his finger, it was reduced to almost dust.

  "It's utterly ridiculous! How could someone as rational as I possibly believe in such an absurd fact!"

  The guide who called him "Big Brother" surprisingly chimed in, "What you said is right, although it's absurd, but it's indeed a fact. Your sword... was shattered by you!"

  Xian Le furrowed his brow and said, "It's impossible that it shattered! It must be the 'Emerald Dragon' from the treasure-snatching plot earlier..." Before he could finish speaking, the meaning was already clear.

  The wind is still unable to understand, my sword has only intersected with "Biqi Qinglong" a few times that can be counted on one's fingers. My seven clever fan was cut so many times and only broke into two pieces, but my own sword was shattered so thoroughly in just a few strokes, the gap is too big! But if it's said to be shattered by myself, it's even more unrealistic.

  After some thought, Feng Xiao felt that the problem could only be with the recent repair of the sword, but that was done by an NPC, what kind of mistake could there be?

  Truth needs to be tested by practice. The wind swept away, picked up the nearly shattered fragments on the ground and said to the crowd: "I'll go find the master who forged this sword!"

  "Can it be repaired?"

  "I hope so!"

  Liu Ruoxue said: "Fix it well and you must tell me!"

  The wind whispered a glance at her, nodded, and bid farewell to everyone, leaving first.

  Down from the mountain, the horse didn't stop running and directly rushed towards the capital city. They quickly arrived at Zhang Tiejiang's blacksmith shop in the capital city.

  Zhang Tiejiang stared at the pile of fragments, shaking his head like a rattle drum: "You're lucky to have thought of it, this pile of broken things can't even be seen as what they originally were, how can you repair them?"

  The wind blew out of Zhang Tie's shop, the sign above the door reading "Zhang Ironworks" in large letters that fluttered in the breeze. The wind recalled the scene when he had anxiously waited for his sword to be forged. It was on that day that he learned about the existence of the "Bingqi Pu", a catalog of famous weapons in the martial arts world, and from then on, he had always dreamed of having his own sword included in it. But now...

  The wind was blowing gently, and suddenly he had another idea. He thought of the materials used to cast the sword and remembered an old man in Chengdu, perhaps he would have a solution?

  Rushed to Chengdu, only to find that I had already forgotten the old man's home. Fortunately, I still remembered that the old man was surnamed Sun, and I also remembered to ask for directions from NPCs, a common practice in this line of work.

  The answer was unexpected, the NPC said, "There is no such person!"

  This is impossible, but the answer given by the NPC is irrefutable.

  The wind was still, but he hadn't given up yet. He started walking down the streets one by one, identifying each house one by one. He believed that as long as he could walk to that row of houses, he would be able to recognize it.

  The wind was blowing gently, and he indeed found it. He didn't know how many streets he had crossed or how many houses he had passed in front of, but the wind finally found the house he was looking for.

  But he soon became disappointed, because he recognized that this house belonged to a player. In other words, Sun Lao's original house had been bought by a player as an empty house. No wonder the system NPC said there was no such person! The system NPC is indeed not lying.

  The streets of Chengdu are also blowing with the wind. The wind is neither cold nor hot, but it has chilled the heart that was already sorrowful. This is the last thread of hope, and now it no longer exists.

  The wind was blowing gently as he stood foolishly on the streets of Chengdu, and after a while, he suddenly turned around and resolutely walked towards the station.

  Mount Hua, the wind is whispering and has returned to Mount Hua.

  The wind was blowing again, and I had come to the edge of the cliff where I would fight for treasure with a clever plan, but there was no one.

  Standing on the cliff edge. Although this is not yet the top of Mount Hua, the clouds are already floating underfoot. Looking down from the cliff edge, the wind whispers a poem: Only in this mountain, the depth of the clouds is unknown. But here it can be said that the place where the clouds reside is unknown.

  The wind was blowing gently as he reached into his bosom and pulled out a handful of "Ruo Xu" sword fragments.

  After a brief stay, the wind was strong and lifted its hand, fluttering and flying.

  Without a moment's hesitation, the wind swept out the second and third batches... sweeping clean as if it were a system refresh.

  Fragments fell from the sky, passing through the clouds, as if still shining with a piercing light that stung the eyes. It not only stung the eyes but also pierced the heart of the wind.

  The hand emerged from his bosom for the last time, and in it was the hilt of a sword.

  This time, the wind was hesitant, thinking and thinking again, but in the end, it still put the sword handle back into its bosom, and just treated it as a memory that wanted to be forgotten.

  The last glimmer of light disappeared before his eyes, the wind whistled as he turned and went down the mountain, from now on he would once again embark on the path of emptiness.

  Of course, he can also use any sword he finds, but after using the best of the rare weapons "Ruò Xù", using an ordinary sword is like riding a bicycle after flying a spaceship.

  It's up to him whether it's better to have too little or too much.

  The wind is blowing again to the waist of the mountain, where "Huashan Jianjian" was held at the waist of the mountain, but not a single person can be seen.

  Yes, from when I left here until now that I'm back, a long time has passed, everything had already ended.

  The wind whistled and stood foolishly for a moment before turning around and going down the mountain.

  But halfway down the mountain road.

  Although he threw fragments very coolly, his heart was still very annoyed, and he didn't want to stay here, so he chose to go offline directly.

  Although I've left the Jianghu, my heart is still lingering there. The wind is still whistling, and my mind is unsettled. I randomly logged onto the forum for a while, but didn't take in a single word. So I shut down the computer and returned to my dormitory.

  Three people were already in the room, and as soon as Feng Xiao entered, everyone could see that he was not quite normal. His face clearly showed his depression, and they quickly asked him with concern what was wrong.

  "The sword is broken!" Feng Xiao Xiao replied with a sorrowful face.

  "What's wrong with the sword?" Everyone didn't understand yet.

  "My sword! It's shattered!"

  "What? Shattered!" The most intense reaction came from Jupao Pan, "How could it shatter?"

  The wind was blowing, and at a glance, it was the聚宝盆. Thinking of what happened with the Golden Money Gang today, he became even more displeased, his face darkening as he said: "It's been ruined by your gang leader's sword!" This is the only reasonable explanation.

  "Green water and blue dragon?" The treasure basin shouted, "Impossible! His sword is stronger than yours, but it shouldn't be able to cut through your sword!"

  "Who knows! After exchanging a few blows, I snapped my fingers and the sword shattered! It wasn't his sword that broke it, but mine didn't quite make it!"

  Zhū Bǎo Pén was speechless, and Lǎo Dà asked: "Have you fought with their leader?"

  "Yes!" Feng Xiao Xiao briefly explained the situation and suddenly remembered something, asking: "Did the Treasure Snatching Strategy defeat Shiyu?"