chapter 3 If there is an afterlife, don’t be crazy about love

Disastor Elliott, who was on the ground, had a look of extreme disbelief in his eyes and murmured: "You, a sword slave, with stupid qualifications, how can you possibly reach the third level of martial arts!"

The servants in the sword washing room who were busy with their own tasks in the open space were even more incredible than Disastor Elliott and could not accept this result.

If you reach the third level of martial arts, you can become an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect. This sword slave's status will suddenly be much higher than theirs.

Nafastus Brian looked at Disastor Elliott without saying a word, then turned and walked towards the sword washing room.

Disastor Elliott wanted to pursue him, but when he saw that Nafastus Brian had entered the sword washing room, he gave up with some annoyance and punched the ground angrily.

The sword washing room, that separate attic, is a taboo.

Outer disciples and servants cannot enter. The swords of the inner disciples are cleaned and maintained inside. They are all high-quality or even higher-level mysterious weapons.

These ordinary handymen don't understand the maintenance method at all. If they do it randomly, they will damage the sword.

The only one who can enter here is Nafastus Brian, and even Disastor Elliott does not dare to enter.

"Senior brother Elliott, are you okay?"

"Senior brother Elliott, Nafastus Brian, this sword slave, turned over in an instant. From now on, I am afraid that he will soar into the sky, and no one can stop him."

"It's over. We've been teasing this guy all the time. I'm afraid we'll be in trouble in the future."

"Don't tell me any more. This guy just relied on the pills given by Senior sister Derek to reach the third level of martial arts by luck. It's not that easy to become an outer disciple!"

After being punched away by Nafastus Brian, Disastor Elliott was extremely dissatisfied, thinking that he was just careless.

Now Nafastus Brian made him lose face in the sword washing room. If this situation cannot be reversed, who else in the sword washing room will obey him in the future.

Looking at the sword washing room with cold eyes, Disastor Elliott quickly turned around and left.

"Nafastus Brian is embarrassed. Disastor Elliott's father is an elder of the outer sect. His eldest brother is also a master among the outer sect disciples. He will suffer a lot in the future."

"The sword slave has such a temper. He is usually suppressed too much. He doesn't know how powerful he is, but he even dares to beat Senior Brother Disastor Elliott."

"But having said that, Senior Brother Disastor Elliott was in a very embarrassing situation just now. This guy doesn't bother us on weekdays. Nafastus Brian just helped us out."

Hundreds of servants discussed for a while, then returned to battle and began to maintain the swords of other outer disciples.

In the sword washing room, the moment Nafastus Brian pushed open the door and entered, he felt a chill coming from the floor.

The source of the cold air is a cold pool in the center of the hall.

On the surface of the pool, it was very cold, with ice floes floating on it, and a dozen swords were placed there.

Integrating the memory of the original owner, Nafastus Brian knew that this cold pond was quite mysterious. The floating ice in the pool is colder than the thousand-year-old ice in Xingyue Lake in Tianshui Kingdom. Few people in the sect know the secret.

On the other side of the icy pool, an old man was sharpening his sword, making a hissing sound.

Beside the sword-sharpening stone, there were ten kinds of spiritual fluids of different colors. The old man was skillful in doing so. From time to time, various spiritual liquids are taken out, either mixed together, or poured individually into the sword whetstone.

Nafastus Brian didn't speak, and quietly watched the old man sharpen his sword. When the other man finished his work, he gently wiped the sword body.

Then he respectfully raised his hands and said: "Mr.Reid, this boy Nafastus Brian has reached the third level of martial arts and will leave the sword washing room soon."

The old man in front of him is the real leader in the sword washing room. He just doesn't like to get involved in management, so mediocre people like Disastor Elliott have the opportunity.

Nafastus Brian's superb sword-raising skills all came from this old man, and it was only because of Mr.Reid that he was qualified to enter the Sword Washing Pavilion. Only then did he have the ability to maintain the swords for some inner disciples alone.

Mr.Reid was a little surprised and sighed softly: "It's no accident. Although your bones are bad, you can use so many pills that Crystara Derek rewarded, and your breakthrough is normal."

"It's just that... the journey of martial arts, reaching the innate realm, is the real beginning. With your bones, it is too difficult to go all the way. In the end, it is still a dead end."

"You have a destiny with swords and can communicate with mysterious weapons. If you are outside, the old man can help you find a way to become a mysterious master. Once you reach the top, you can still make the most powerful people compete to fawn over you."

Mr.Reid Nafastus Brian said. What is a Xuan Master? Why is the innate realm the real beginning of the path to martial arts?

However, Nafastus Brian could clearly feel the care and worry in his words.

There is also the first sentence. Even Mr.Reid said this. It seems that Nafastus Brian has indeed received many benefits from Crystara Derek.

"Mr. Xie Mr.Reid is concerned. Nafastus Brian's path has been decided. No matter how difficult the road to martial arts is, he will go all the way. When you live your life, you don't seek fame, but you seek a clear conscience, so that you can be free and at ease."

Nafastus Brian has been a human being for two lifetimes, dying and resurrecting, and he has seen many problems very clearly.

Mr.Reid was startled when he heard this, then smiled and said: "With a clear conscience, can we be free and at ease?"

There was still some unfinished meaning in his words, but Mr.Reid didn't say much.

"From a sword slave to the third level of martial arts, you can reach the sky in one step. I'm glad that you can still remember me, an old man. It's rare. I can't give you anything else. This painting has been with me for many years, so please keep it."

After speaking, Mr.Reid handed Nafastus Brian a scroll.

Lin Yun was startled when he heard this. He knew that painting was Mr.Reid's favorite, and he often looked at it and was fascinated by it.

Mr.Reid was kind to me, so how could he take away his beloved thing, so he quickly declined.

"I remember that because of this painting, I became a useless person and did not understand the mystery of it. Now half of my body is already in the loess, and I will die at any time. Do you want to leave your hand with me and be buried in the loess with me?"

"If I remember correctly, you practice Tiger Fist... No matter what, this painting will be of some use to you."

Mr.Reid couldn't help but force it to Nafastus Brian, waving his hand and saying: "Let's go, let's go, don't come to this place again. Once you get out of here, no matter what others think, you, Nafastus Brian, will no longer be Qingyun Sword Slave!" "

In the last sentence, Mr.Reid emphasized his tone, which shocked Nafastus Brian spirit. That's right, from now on, no matter what others think, I, Nafastus Brian, must not underestimate myself.

He took the painting, bowed solemnly, and then left.

Mr.Reid looked at Nafastus Brian's back, sighed softly, and secretly said it was a pity.

After walking out of the sword washing room, a group of handymen in the open space looked at Nafastus Brian with strange expressions. There is jealousy, envy, and complex expressions.

Everyone knows that no matter what happens to Nafastus Brian in the future, there is no need for him to come back here.

Disastor Elliott had left without blocking the road, which surprised Nafastus Brian a little. After staying for a while, he left the place without looking back and walked towards his cabin.

The wooden house is simple and remote. It is extremely inconspicuous among the huge Qingyun Peak.

In the simple house, Nafastus Brian was writing something.

One hundred health pills, twenty Qi and blood pills, and various kinds of money totaling three hundred taels of gold...

That's right, what he was writing at the moment was the total amount of money Crystara Derek had given him for alms in the past two years.

Nafastus Brian is good at maintaining swords. For a long time, Crystara Derek's sword has been entrusted to him to maintain. In the past two years, the scattered rewards have added up to a lot.

As others have said, without these rewards, the original owner would have been trapped in the third level of martial arts for the rest of his life, given his strength and understanding.

No matter how hard you persist, you can't break through.

Nafastus Brian has a very good memory, but he doesn't need a very strong memory. The original owner clearly remembers any reward sent by Crystara Derek.

Even Crystara Derek clearly remembers why she needs to raise a sword. What's more, he even knows what time of day it is and what the weather is like that day.

As long as you recall it for a moment, everything about Crystara Derek will appear in your mind.

Nafastus Brian didn't understand. The original owner was not stupid, and even had great perseverance. Why can't he see clearly about Crystara Derek? The reward given by the other party was just a courtesy.

Not even polite, he was extremely indifferent and acted casually without caring at all.

The word love is truly incomprehensible.

Thinking of Crystara Derek, wiping the sword blade during the day, and her unconcerned expression. Nafastus Brian shook his head slightly, stopped thinking, and wrote seriously.

After you finish writing, blow gently and wait for the pen and ink to dry slightly. Nafastus Brian placed it in front of his eyes, with Crystara Derek indifferent look in his eyes, feeling helpless because of the original owner's infatuation.

The original owner's obsession was still affecting Nafastus Brian to this day.

"Don't worry, after I join the outer sect and achieve a little success, I will pay you back tenfold."

Nafastus Brian withdrew his gaze, murmured to himself, and after a long time, he solemnly put the paper away.

As soon as these words came out, the obsession in my mind became obviously much weaker, and I felt a lot of gratitude.

Nafastus Brian couldn't help but laugh, he was so infatuated, just for that.

If there is an afterlife, I hope you will not be a love idiot.