Nangong Fan returned to his wooden house courtyard.

Sitting on the wooden bench, he took out the black dragon sword from the ring, and the black dragon scales.

Even if the blade of the sword was hidden in the dragon scale scabbard, the black dragon sword revealed a little edge, trembling slightly, and letting out a soft groan like a dragon's groan.

The black scales were sandwiched with white, with great magical power, like a black hole devouring all the light that came close.

Nangong Fan used the white aura in the dantian to get close to the two spiritual objects.

"Finally, there is time to refine these two treasures. Nangong Fan's eyes revealed satisfaction, cultivators, the most satisfying thing is to have the best spiritual weapon with him, regardless of how great the initial power is, at least the material is good, there is the possibility of advancement, not to mention the companionship for a lifetime, and there is no need to change the spiritual weapon frequently. Every time the Spiritual Cultivation Weapon is a meticulous work, isn't that self-deprecating combat power?

The magic weapon is easy to make, but the spiritual weapon is difficult to make.

The magic weapon is just a crude polishing of spiritual materials, and then the strong instill spiritual power, which makes the magic weapon extremely aggressive. Let those who are not strong enough also be able to send out a strong attack, although there is a limit to the number of times it can be used, but it is also quite popular among cultivators, a powerful magic weapon, in some cases, can save their lives, how can they not love?

However, the spiritual weapon was burned by ten thousand fires and carved many times from the treasures of heaven and earth. With spirituality, it can gather the spiritual power circulating in the body, cause the spiritual power resonance between heaven and earth, and send out a power that surpasses the limits of the body.

The spiritual weapon can even become larger and smaller, hidden in the dantian, and irrigated daily by the spiritual power with its own will, and for a long time, the use of the spiritual weapon is like a part of one's own body.

Nangong Fan was refining these two spiritual weapons at this time, so as to absorb them into his dantian.

For a long time in the future, it is estimated that these two extraordinary spiritual weapons will accompany him on his wandering rivers and lakes.

"I always feel that this sword is a little stronger. "Nangong Fan felt a slight difference in concentrating on refining the spirit weapon, and it seemed that it was a little stronger than when he first got this sword.

......

The spirit weapon was willing to easily enter Nangong Fan's space ring, which naturally represented the recognition of this new master.

Less than an hour.

The two spiritual weapons were preliminarily refined, turned into two streamers and drilled into the body, and entered the dantian.

"The Black Dragon Sword turned out to be a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and the hilt turned out to be really forged from a black dragon bone. The scales on the scabbard are also genuine black dragon scales, such a material is rare in the world, but it only has such quality, there must be something I don't understand. "Nangong Fan couldn't help but be overjoyed, this spiritual weapon entered the body, and the most basic things of the spiritual weapon had no reservations about him, but he was now lacking in strength and couldn't fully explore it, but just these in front of him were enough to envy others," The black dragon scale armor is also extremely rare, forged from the black dragon reverse scale, a rare inner armor, only one of the points unsealed is the level of a medium-grade spiritual weapon. ”

Medium-grade spiritual weapons, the entire Hei family is estimated to be less than five, and they are all owner's things. At this time, Nangong Fan has two medium-grade spiritual weapons, and one attacks and one defends, which can be called a set, and it is known that he doesn't know how much wind and waves it will cause.

Nangong Fan cleaned up his mood. Look up at the daily calendar that beats spontaneously on the wall.

—June 15.

"It's fifteen today? Qinglian'er's girl should come out of the Qing family and go to Dingshan Lake for a boat. I haven't seen that girl for another month. Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with joy, he could cultivate, he was happy to get a spiritual weapon, and it coincided with the day of the fixed boat trip of the person in his dream, which can be described as three joys, "Today, I am really happy." ”

He still remembers the year he was sixteen, June 15.

He overheard people of the same age in the Hei family talking behind his back that he was a waste, and he had always regarded them as friends, and he felt uncomfortable, so he walked out of the black house, intending to distract himself, and went to the peak of the mountain range where the black house was located without a god.

The road is rough and the mountain road is difficult to walk.

At the top, the night had begun to swallow the earth, the sun was barely holding on, and the full moon was already eager to climb to the top sky.

The summit is so high that it seems that you can easily catch the bright moon in the sky like a disk.

The summit is very flat, as if it has been flattened by the sword of the gods.

There is a lake in the center, and the water of the lake is quiet and you can easily see the bottom. The lake occupies the summit platform, and there are even leisurely people who have built a dock on the lake nearest to the mountain.

The fifteenth day of each month is actually the best time to visit the lake and enjoy the moon, but there are very few people.

The eldest lady of the Qing family, who is famous in Dragon City, will haunt here every fifteenth day, and everyone tacitly agrees not to provoke the Qing family.

In today's Dragon City, the Black and Ao families are contending, and the two Jinhuo families are in charge of one side, which can barely be regarded as a three-legged stand, and no one wants to pull this unknown Qing family into the quagmire, at least they can't stand on their own side. Moreover, the moon of the sixteenth is not necessarily worse than the fifteenth, and those who are vassals and elegant will naturally have no complaints.

The breeze sparkles across the lake, carrying a comforting breath that blows away the heat of the summer night.

This lake has a great reputation in Dragon City, but it is not something that ordinary people can come to visit.

It is a huge problem for ordinary people to just want to enter the Longcheng Mountain Range, let alone go directly to the peak of the Longcheng Mountain Range to swim in the lake?

There is a girl boating in the lake, the girl wears a white gauze hat, the hat is embroidered with a blue lotus, and the front of the gauze hat has a green gauze spreading, covering her smart eyes, revealing a straight white and tender nose, the pink lips under the nose are lightly opened, and the melodious singing echoes on the lake.

The fifteenth moon is like a disk, reflected in the lake. The bright moonlight shines directly into the lake, and under the silver moonlight, the girl looks extremely holy, like a fairy who is not in the world, and looks extremely holy. The body also seems to be lit up with a white light, echoing the moon in the lake and in the sky.

The girl was dressed in a green dress, and her breasts were slightly raised, like green apples. Bending her slender willow waist, her fair and weak arms stretched into the lake, Qianqianyu's fingers waved in the water, and the water droplets danced beside her, making her whole person look a little hazy.

The girl's handsome little face had a pleasant smile on her face, as if she was pleased with the beautiful scenery in front of her.

The girl's willow waist was tied with a white cloth belt, and it was tied into a small flower in front of the waist. His legs are snow-white and straight, and his feet are wearing small shoes like green lotus.

The girl's singing voice seemed to come from a distant time and space, ethereal, euphemistic and beautiful.

"In my dreams, the flowers and leaves fall, and the moonlight comes in front of me. The gods are in the world, and the demons are chaotic in the world. In ancient times, there were generals who were shrouded in corpses, and now there are fairy dreams in ancient and modern times. Jiang Gong fishes the hook of the wisher, and the Blue Emperor Lingfeng is prosperous. Looking at the ancient times, the wind and snow nights, not enough to be with outsiders. ”

There seems to be an inexplicable meaning, but it seems that there is nothing, and at least for a few years, no one has been able to hear the charm contained in the song.

But it was sung by the fairy, and the beautiful voice added a little color to it, so that people could only sigh that this song should only be in the sky.

At that time, the wind in Kurosawa's ears had long been blocked, and he just continued to walk blindly forward, not knowing what the road ahead was, let alone what the dust was like. Even if there is a beautiful boat in the lake, I haven't even looked at it.

He is like a walking corpse, his heart is on the verge of death, how can he have too much mind to pay attention to the others who are not.

Kurosawa accidentally slipped and fell into the lake with a "poof".

The icy water of the lake stimulated him to wake up from his stupor, struggling for help, but it was already dark, and this lake was on the top of the mountain range where the Hao clan was, who was around?

At this moment, a white cloth ribbon crossed from the distant time and space, rolled him up, and threw him onto the small wooden boat in the lake.

He faced the beautiful girl with his wet body.

The girl's temperament is elegant, like a fairy in the sky. He stared at the jade figure in front of him dumbfounded.

The girl sneered, like a bright flower blooming with a unique charm. In the girl's coquettish "nerd", he was stupid and relieved.

The two of them are swimming in the water. The girl seems to rarely talk to people, and has endless words.

The girl's body was filled with a faint fragrance, penetrating the tip of his nose, which was crimson, and poured into his heart from the tip of his nose.

On that day, my heart was beating violently and non-stop, as if I had forgotten the sorrow of my previous life, and I only had the beautiful woman in front of me in my heart and eyes.

The girl talked about the boredom of practicing all day long. The stunned honest man said that he was a waste and couldn't cultivate, even if he beeped a lot in front of him because of his status as a son-in-law, he rejected him and said bad things about him behind his back.

He said she listened, and she said he listened. With the delicate and beautiful voice of the girl, everything is so beautiful. The two of them have nothing to say, nothing to talk about, and the two hearts are so close.

The girl's name is Qing Lian'er, the only daughter of the Qing family, she couldn't be suppressed four years ago, and she condensed her qi in the dantian, when she was just ten years old.

The girl is talented, and the young man is full of leaks. The two of them seem to have endless words, unlike people from two worlds, but there is no pause, no estrangement.

The moonlight that night was a little more beautiful in the eyes of the young man than usual.

Kurosawa's not-so-beautiful encounter with the fourteen-year-old has always been hidden in his heart.

That night, he returned to the black house in embarrassment with a blue nose and swollen face.

That night, three guys he was familiar with knocked on his stick, telling him to stay away from Qinglian'er.

Maybe it's cowardice, maybe it's inferiority.

On the fifteenth of every month, he would still reach the top, but he would no longer talk. Just standing in the dense forest in the distance echoing the three guys, silently watching the girl who was swimming in the boat.

The maiden comes every fifteenth month when it is just dark, and is never absent, but there is no longer that melodious song hovering over the lake.

Let this fairyland-like mountaintop lake lose a little color.

......

"Huo Wushuang, Jin Tai'an, Ao Bing, are you three bastards ready?"

Nangong Fan walked out of the Black Mansion in a rage, even if the people in the Black Mansion were ringing in his ears, they didn't care if he was a fool or not.

Obviously, tomorrow's contest between him and Hei Jiao has spread all over Heifu.

Nangong Fan's face remained the same, and he had only one destination, the mountaintop lake, to find the beautiful shadow that had been hidden in his heart three years ago.

Now he is no longer cowardly, and now he dares to face any obstacles.

No one can stand in front of him anymore. God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!