Five years have passed.

"Little junior sister, are you chopping wood again?" In the kitchen backyard of the Sword Rune Sect, a ten-year-old girl was holding an indigo long sword in her hand, her eyes were focused, and her expression was serious about chopping wood, while beside her, Qing Fu shook his folding fan and watched leisurely.

A sword light slashed down, and the erected firewood was instantly split apart, the girl's face did not move, and she simply used another sword qi neatly, which was faintly ruthless, "I am cultivating!"

"Smack-" another piece was split.

Qing Fu looked casual and asked, "Do you need to fight so hard?" ”

The girl turned her head when she heard this, revealing a face similar to Duoduo Bafen, sweat slid down her forehead to her chin, and Duoduo pursed her lips, no, maybe it should be called Xu Meng, "Daddy said, as long as I break through the third weight of the Xu Jiajian, I will be allowed to go down the mountain." ”

There was a hint of choking in his voice, only when he went down the mountain could he go to Baidanguan to save Sangwa, where else was he waiting for me.

Qing Fu was silent for a moment, his little junior sister, since he was sober, he thought about going down the mountain, but the first rule of the Sword Fu Sect is that those disciples of the Sword Fu Sect who have no ability to protect themselves must not go down the mountain.

Helplessly, the little junior sister was entangled very tightly, and the master and his old man had no choice but to allow her to make a promise, and when she broke through the third weight of the Xu family sword, he could let her go down the mountain with him.

With a helpless sigh in his heart, Qing Fu put away the folding fan in his hand, rummaged through the wide sleeves, and took out a baby pink step: "This is what I brought back to you from the mountain." ”

Xu Meng glanced at the step shake in the palm of Qingfu's hand, and his face was full of a transparent expression: "Do you want to exchange it for a spicy fragrant pot?

"......" Qing Fu was silent, this step was indeed thrown to him by a young lady when he passed by the town below the mountain, he saw that it looked good, so he accepted it.

As for the spicy fragrant pot...... Qing Fu raised a bright smile, and smiled so suavely: "Senior sister, I haven't seen you for two months, you can also treat your senior brother, you should take care of me and wash the dust." ”

The girl in front of her looked indifferent, and spread out her white and tender palms: "According to the custom, give money." ”

Qingfu: "......"

His little sister is simply a drop in the eyes of money, she doesn't love clothes and hair accessories on weekdays, she only loves silver and panacea.

I still remember her birthday last year, and Senior Sister Mu Miao asked her what she liked, but she looked serious: "Senior Sister, I like silver, if there is any panacea that can cure all diseases, it would be better." ”

Mu Miao: "......"

Quite painfully, he took out a silver ingot, and Qing Fu was very helpless: "I don't know what you want so much silver for." ”

Five taels of silver for a spicy fragrant pot, expensive!

Xu Meng happily put the silver into her storage bag, "You don't understand the happiness of being a rich woman." ”

She has investigated, there is an immortal who loves silver in Penglai Mountain Pavilion, with superb medical skills, can raise the flesh and bones of the dead, treat the meridians and repair it, and when she has saved enough silver, she will take Sangwa to treat his left eye.

Speaking of Sangwa, Xu Meng's heart was sour, and he didn't know how he was in Baidanguan, and now he is eleven years old.

After she passed out in the temple that day, her soul melted into Xu Meng's body. The Sword Fu Sect is divided into two major factions, the Sword Sect and the Fu Sect, which are led by a general sect master, and Xu Meng's father is the sub-sect master of the Sword Sect - Xu Shaozhi.

Everyone in the Sword Fu Sect knows that the daughter of Xu Shaozhi, the head of the Sword Sect, resembles a puppet person, that is, since birth, she will not cry or laugh.

Later, many of them became Xu Meng, but their sanity did not wake up immediately, and they went crazy for three years, until one time she accidentally fell into the pond and almost hung by a thread, and then she came to her senses.

Now that I think about it, it's also fateful.

It took her half a year to convince everyone in the Sword Rune Sect that she was no longer a madman, and when she was lifted from the ban and hurriedly wanted to go down the mountain, she was blocked by the rules of the Sword Rune Sect.

But soon, Xu Meng touched the storage bag in her hand, and in two months, she would be able to break through the third weight of the Xu Jiajian.

Come on! Xu Meng cheered himself up, then turned around and walked to the kitchen, the warm sunlight sprinkled on the girl's body, and a slender black shadow was reflected on the ground.

The Sword Rune Sect is sunny today, and the future is bright......

"Sannu—" A hoarse and eerie voice sounded in the Dan room.

Without waiting for him to continue to say anything, Yezisan, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up the dagger in front of him with interest, revealing his arm full of hideous scars, the sharp blade cut through the thin skin, and the red blood fell into the white porcelain bowl "tick-tock".

The Taoist chief in an indigo blue robe knelt on a gray futon with his eyes closed, and in front of him, wisps of black smoke were rising from the golden Dan furnace.

Half a bowl had arrived, and Yezisang knelt down and crawled forward in front of the Taoist chief, and respectfully presented the white porcelain bowl containing blood with both hands.

"Master. ”

The Taoist chief bowed slightly, got up and took the white porcelain bowl, and the fishy sweet liquid was poured into the Dan furnace, bringing out a thicker black smoke, and a satisfied smile finally appeared on the sharp face of the cheekbones.

The white porcelain bowl was thrown down at random, and the Taoist chief turned his head to catch a glimpse of Yezisang kneeling in place with his head down, black smoke swirling, and half of his delicate side face was misty and seductive.

The dry and rough fingers gently hooked the sharp chin of Ye Zisan, and the person in front of him quietly lowered his eyes to the ground, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, and his face was a well-behaved look.

His gaze wandered over his face, and when he touched the half of the coarse cloth that Yezi-san covered his face, Dao Chang was half obsessed and half regretful: "It's a pity, half of my face has been ruined......"

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, and the fingers hooking his chin flicked to the side, Ye Zisang fell to the ground, and the Taoist waved his sleeves in disgust: "Get out!"

"Yes. ”

Yezisang bowed his head, responded shallowly, picked up the white porcelain bowl on the ground and retreated.

"Yo, Sannu is out?" said a fiminial thirteen-year-old boy outside the door, pinching his throat in a weird voice, and a boy slightly younger than him hid in the shadows behind him.

The feminine young man walked up to Ye Zisan and raised his foot and kicked his knee: "What's the matter?

Yezisang was in pain, and then bowed down with an unchanged expression, "Third Senior Brother." ”

"Say, what have you been doing in there for so long?" Wei Fei refused.

Ah, the smell of fat on this man's body gave him a headache.

Yezisang frowned slightly, lowered his eyes to cover the yin owl in his eyes, and said in a flat voice: "Help Master alchemy." ”

"It takes so long to help Master refine the pill?" Maybe it's to seduce Master inside!

His eyes fell on Ye Zisang's eyebrows, and the annoyance in his heart was even worse, Wei Lin made a gesture to hit him, but his arm was pulled by the person behind him.

The young man with a clean face said softly: "Third Senior Brother, don't dirty your hands. ”

"Besides......" the young man's voice trembled slightly, "Have you forgotten the fifth senior brother?"

Wei Lin was shocked, yes, the last time the fifth junior brother beat Sang Nu, within a few days, he fell into the well in the backyard in full view of everyone, and died before he could be rescued.

The people in the temple said that this person was a disaster star, and he was very unlucky.

In the end, it was a thirteen-year-old boy, Wei Lin was a little scared.

"Hmph, let you go this time, Wei Rong, let's go!"

Yezisang stood aside obediently and made a way, Wei Lin frowned in disgust, and hurriedly walked towards the Danfang

The young man behind him also tended to follow, and when he passed by Sangwa, he glanced at him, and they both saw the shadow of the same kind in the other party's eyes......