Liu Huaijin never knew who his parents were.

Ever since she could remember, there had been only peaks in the world that soared into the sky, and sword lights that shone through them that were more dazzling than the stars.

That day, Ji Han, who had just begun to look like a teenager, carefully hugged his junior sister, listened to her babbling, and stretched out his little fleshy hand from time to time to grab it in the air, and he also raised his head to see what made his junior sister so excited.

When a little white light appeared in his eyes, he laughed and raised Liu Huaijin higher, "That's a sword," Ji Han made a move, and a silver-white long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, "When Xiaojin grows up, senior brother will cast you the most beautiful sword, okay?"

Liu Huaijin listened incomprehensibly, when she slowly moved her gaze to the narrow iron bar, waved her fist again, and grinned to reveal her toothless gums, "jia...... jia……”

Ji Han was stunned, almost dripping on his body by her saliva, he raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his senior sister's mouth, and smiled even more heartily, "Xiaojin, this is a sword." ”

“jia…… jia ......", Liu Huaijin stretched out his claws, wanting to grab the sword body, but Ji Han dodged it, he held the sword and looked at his junior sister, the smile on his face was a little ill-intentioned.

"It's a sword, it's a sword, it's a sword. ”

“jia、jia……”

"If you can't call it right, you can't touch it. ”

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When Liu Huaijin grabbed the hilt of the sword as he wished, he could already call the "sword" clearly, Ji Han carried her to the master's cave, he wanted to tell Shizun that the junior sister could speak, and the first word she said was the sword.

However, for a long time after that-

Ji Han: "Call Senior Brother." ”

Liu Huaijin slapped his face, "Sword ...... Sword ......"

Boss: "It's called Shizun." ”

Liu Huaijin rolled around on the bed, hugged the sword body that was longer than her, and smiled toothlessly, "Sword ...... Sword ......"

…… The master and apprentice looked at each other and began to wonder if something was wrong.

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The Lingxiao Sword Sect has a sword-seeking path, a narrow path that only allows one foot to wind up from the foot of the peak, and hides into the vast clouds on the waist of the peak, nowhere to be found, and I don't know where to end.

If you want to enter the sky, you must first seek the way of the sword.

No one is an exception, even Liu Huaijin, who has been picked up by the head since he was a child, has to make up for it at the age of five.

Ever since she knew this, she often came to the end, stretched her neck and looked down at the peak, and as far as the eye could see, she could only see the clouds and mist, but not the beginning.

What would the person who came from the other end of the narrow road look like? Liu Huaijin had never seen it, and she didn't know, but she was lying on an old tree next to the crossing, her eyes reflecting a blue color, and her mouth was a little aggrieved.

There are very few swords here.

Just when her upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and she was about to close, "rustling ......", the voice was not loud, but it clearly let people know that it was not a hallucination, Liu Huaijin was excited, and the whole person came to his senses.

She rubbed her eyes, poked her head out from behind the branches and leaves, and subconsciously looked at the way of the sword, but she was stunned for a moment-

From the clouds, a person came.

It's a little girl.

The figure that had not yet opened, a few ochre marks on her light-colored clothes, and her face with baby fat was pale, and her hair was wet with sweat, sticking to her face and neck, and a small strand poking out into her eyes.

The girl didn't say a word, silently pulled away the strand of hair with her hand, and Liu Huaijin clearly saw that her red and swollen palms were full of blisters.

She subconsciously covered her mouth and swallowed the unspoken exclamation back into her stomach, but the branches and leaves inevitably made some movements.

Through the emerald green leaves, Liu Huaijin also saw those eyes, for a long time, she rubbed her eyes, and did not stop until the stinging sensation disappeared, and there was only one sentence left in her heart:

She had a sword in her eyes.