Ning Fan stood in the empty courtyard. Chinese Valentine's Day had passed and it was already the beginning of autumn. The leaves in the courtyard were falling all over the ground, but no one was cleaning them.

As dusk grew darker, Ning Fan looked up at the sky and saw the setting sun, which was a bright red in the west. He vaguely understood something, but he became increasingly unclear at the same time.

He seemed to remember the old devil's advice to get more sun so as not to go crazy.

He seemed to be reminded of the childish face of the paper crane standing pretty in the wind and snow.

He seemed to be recalling scenes of seas of blood. At the end of all seas of blood, stood an unattainable giant who could crush seven plum blossoms and a city with one step!

He seemed to see the Nirvana Emperor's ferocious smile, and there seemed to be countless sarcastic voices sounding from all directions.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Ning Fan's heart is getting more and more chaotic, this is what he is obsessed with! He once got obsessed once, and it was so bad that he relied on paper cranes to save him.

This time, the way to go is to kill the fire. You can't extinguish the fire unless you kill people. But if you kill people, you will sink deeper and deeper, and one day you will completely lose your mind!

"Qiu Ling brought me to Gusu to prevent me from being swallowed by murderous intent... If I succumbed to murderous intent, wouldn't I be letting her down?"

"I, Ning Fan, kill not because I desire blood, but because of my persistence! I am a demon, but I am different from other demons!"

call!

In the courtyard, strong winds rose, blowing up fallen leaves all over the ground.

No matter how murderous intention emerged in his heart, he chose not to kill people in Gusu. He did not want to give in to the murderous intention!

After a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and Ning Fan opened his eyes, revealing a clear color.

After forcibly suppressing his murderous intention, his mood improved slightly again.

And outside the house door, a knocking sound came at the right time.

Along with the knock on the door, a gentle Wu Nong whispered.

"Is Young Master Zhou asleep? My little stone took the Young Master's belongings randomly, and the slave family came here to give them back to the Young Master."

Squeak!

Ning Fan fluttered his sleeves and opened the door. Outside the door stood a pretty woman with a hairpin and a hemp skirt.

He is about 20 years old. He is dressed in linen clothes and his black hair is wrapped in white cloth. His appearance is dignified and virtuous, but his expression is sad, as if someone in the family has just died.

He held a basket of eggs in one hand and a fine sword wrapped in silk in the other.

Seeing Ning Fan still standing in the courtyard, but the house door opened by itself, the beautiful woman couldn't help but think of the rumors that this house was haunted, and was a little scared.

Just thinking about her child taking someone else's things, the beautiful woman plucked up her courage, moved her soft shoes, and stepped into the courtyard.

"Who are you?" Ning Fan asked in surprise.

"The slave Bai Su is Xiao Shitou's mother. I heard from Xiao Shitou that this sword was lent to him by the young master for viewing. However, this sword is too precious. It is a rare magic weapon. Xiao Shitou is still young. Once this sword is lost,

The sword will be ruined, and the slave family will definitely not be able to afford the compensation for the sword, so I came here to return the sword."

Bai Su tried hard to keep his expression calm, but it was still difficult to conceal his fear.

She swept her beautiful eyes around the house and saw that it was dim everywhere, with no lights burning, and a cold wind blowing in the courtyard. The Ning Fan in front of her was too young and handsome, and she secretly thought that Mr. Zhou who bought the ghost house in front of her was a monster.

What...

Yes, such a good sword can only be owned by legendary demons and ghosts. How can a mortal swordsman have such a good sword.

Bai Su's husband had just died of illness half a year ago, but she still hadn't taken off her mourning clothes and was living alone with Xiao Shitou.

She thought to herself that she was quite beautiful. If Ning Fan was really a monster, it would be very wrong for her to enter this haunted house at this moment. If she fell into the hands of this monster, she would definitely be in danger.

Ning Fan didn't know that he was already suspected of being a monster in Bai Su's eyes.

Ning Fan didn't even know that this beautiful woman wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety was worried that her virginity would be taken away by him.

"Oh, you are Xiao Shitou's mother...are you here to return the sword? That sword is just my useless thing. It's okay to give it to Xiao Shitou. There is no need to return it..."

Ning Fan shook his head, but after Bai Su heard this, he immediately said seriously, forgetting his fear,

"Master Zhou, what you said is wrong! If the master has such a good sword, he must be a swordsman. As a swordsman, how can he regard the sword as if it is nothing, let alone give the sword away at will! Although my husband died young, he was not a swordsman.

But he was once the most famous blacksmith in Suzhou, and he met many famous swordsmen. My husband once said that swordsmen should stick to the sword! There should be an momentum, the sword is there, and the sword is dead and everyone is dead!"

Bai Su's words were like a burst of rain falling on Ning Fan's heart.

Originally, Ning Fan could not understand the sword's meaning from the sharp sword, and felt that something was missing. Now, after hearing Bai Su's words, he seemed to have an epiphany!

"That's right! The reason why I haven't condensed my sword intention is because I lack the attachment to the sword! Swordsmen, you should be attached to the sword!"

Ning Fan disagreed with Bai Sujian's words about death.

But regarding the words 'obsessed with the sword', Ning Fan nodded, deeply agreeing with it.

It’s not wrong, what Xiao Shitou possesses is his obsession and persistence with swords!

Only if you can excel in love, you can excel in the sword!

Only because it can surpass the sword, can it surpass the will!

Ning Fan's whole body gradually became enlightened, exuding an aggressive and sharp sword energy. This sword energy made the knowledgeable Bai Su immediately open his red lips slightly in disbelief.

"Okay, what a strong sword energy! The slave family has been in Gusu for twenty-nine years, but they have never seen such an amazing sword energy!"

Originally, Bai Su only thought that Ning Fan was a poor swordsman who did not hesitate to use the sword.

What Bai Su didn't know at this moment was that Ning Fan was an expert who kept his secrets to himself.

"Sword back!"

Ning Fan looked at Bai Su's arms and took a photo from the air. With a huge force of absorption, he took the silk sword in the beautiful woman's arms into his hands.

"Photographing objects from the air! This is obviously a method that can only be used by swordsmen with extremely high internal skills!"

Bai Su's beautiful eyes were shocked, but this shock immediately turned into a quiet blush.

The power of the ingestion was so strong that it not only took away the sword, but also brushed against her chest, as if a pair of invisible hands were rubbing her breasts hard.

This was naturally an accident. Ning Fan didn't notice it, and Bai Su couldn't possibly reveal such a shameful thing.

Looking at Ning Fan's expression focused on the sword with her beautiful eyes, Bai Su believed that such a swordsman who was very good at swordsmanship would not be able to do such a dirty thing as killing his own body.

"That was just an accident... This Young Master Zhou is probably a peerless swordsman! If my husband is still alive, and could see Young Master Zhou's sword and see that there is such a swordsman in the world, he would definitely smile..."

"My husband's lifelong wish is to let Xiao Shitou become a peerless swordsman. If I let Xiao Shitou learn the art from him..."

The beautiful woman looked at Ning Fan, then at herself, and sighed softly.

Ning Fan was dressed in white, made from fabrics she had never seen before. He must be a rich or noble person.

As for me, my family has been in decline since my husband's death. How can I have the spare money to pay for my children to learn from famous teachers...

In Bai Su's eyes, Ning Fan is definitely the leading swordsman in Gusu City!

Little Shitou cannot afford to worship such a master...

After a long time, Ning Fan lost his momentum, pulled open the silk cloth, and looked at the gleaming blue sword again, his eyes were different.

When the mind is obsessed with the sword, he seems to be able to hear the breathing of the sword... This is the ultimate sword!

The rest is just a matter of transitioning from Jiyujian to Jiyuyi to condense the sword intention!

Speaking of which, I was able to successfully understand this step thanks to Bai Su's reminder.

Ning Fan raised his eyes and said in surprise,

"Huh? Madam hasn't left yet? It's getting late, and Madam is still alive. Staying in Zhou's mansion seems to be easy for people to gossip, right?"

"Yes, yes..."

Bai Su was secretly ashamed. Of course she knew that running into Ning Fan's house in the middle of the night was extremely inappropriate.

It's just that she didn't think about the relationship between men and women before. She only admired Ning Fan's superb swordsmanship and wondered about the possibility of letting Xiao Shitou become Ning Fan's apprentice.

Now that she was reminded by Ning Fan, she reacted naturally, hesitated, hesitated, and finally couldn't speak. She sighed quietly and was about to leave.

When he was leaving, he remembered that he had also brought a basket of eggs. He was here to thank Ning Fan for the small stone sword, wasn't he?

"The slave family knows that Mr. Zhou's family has a big business, so they don't care about these things. However, this basket of eggs is a token of gratitude from the slave family. I am grateful that the master is willing to lend the sword to the small stone to have a look... I heard that Mrs. Zhou is sick, and these eggs are just right.

Replenish your body, Madam."

Bai Su handed the egg to Ning Fan, behaved appropriately and was full of blessings.

Ning Fan took the egg and his heart suddenly trembled.

This egg is the bond between neighbors and fellow villagers in the mortal world.

In the spiritual world, giving gifts to strangers is a stupid thing to do.

But in the mortal world, this is just a basic etiquette to express goodwill.

"Thank you..." Ning Fan sighed. He had not felt this kind of kindness for a long time.

"Pfft...Young Master is such a wonderful man. It's just a basket of eggs, so there's no point in thanking you."

Bai Su pursed her lips and smiled, full of charm. Just at this moment, Xu Qiuling woke up, pushed the door out of the house, and asked softly,

"Brother, it's getting late, why don't you light the lamp? Hey? Are there any guests coming..."
To be continued...