After covering the tea lid, he flicked his sleeves, and said in a deep voice with a calm expression on the highest floor: "Please." ”

Respectfully than obeying the fate of the silk robe sat down, looking at the highest place of the Tiangong Mountain Range, it was the sword rain that was condensed like mist, and said with emotion: "The high place is not cold, and the sword sect's move 'One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States' can be described as invincible in the world." ”

The highest building grabbed the hot teacup unhurriedly, blew the tip of his nose and eyes for a moment, gently followed his lips and took a sip, his expression flowed with charm, and he slowly put down the small teacup in his hand and said: "A green and green tea heart, after complicated processes, can refine the highest heritage, these connotations are not the color of tea, The taste and the famous mountain and the elegant garden, but people in each project continue to innovate, so that the stage of fine work naturally increases, so we taste the tea production process, even if the tasteless loss is strong or sweet, it is better than the taste of light bitterness. ”

"Is it like casting a sword?" Xu Lian picked up the ceramic lamb fat tea and shook it in front of him, his eyes looked at the deep blue pattern in his arms, and went straight to the topic. "It is rumored that the thousand-year-old mission of the most family is to protect a demon sword that is about to be cast, this sword uses the bone marrow of countless big demons and small demons, and it takes thousands of years to take shape, and during the period, it also uses condiments to suppress the demon qi and adapt to the environment to dilute the strength. It's really a jade can't be made. ”

Yokohama looked surprised.

The tears in his eyes lit up.

The tallest building, which is usually depressed in many places, suddenly laughed heartily when he heard this, and his confidant was difficult to find: "Sir, you are not simple. He pointed to the sword of the fountain of tears. "What is the name of this sword? ”

Xu Lian said briskly: "Xie Nujian." ”

The tallest building said thoughtfully: "It seems that Mr. deliberately combined almost all the attributes of my Tanlang sword to forge this sword." The only difference is that if a pair of cultivators are not lovers who are each dyed with blood and hide their spirits, there is no doubt that the power of breaking the edge is undoubted. If a heart-to-heart couple is allowed to hold this sword, the power is incalculable. ”

The fountain of tears and the transverse wave glanced at each other, and in an instant, their eyes wandered away.

"The utensils are only in the heart, and the same is true for the casters. "The way is open.

After that, the two of them were serious and talked endlessly, this sentence: There are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and there is more than half a sentence of speculation. It should be changed: into a tea when a confidant should be a fine taste, and the sword will be cast in the sword. They spoke in a fog.

The horizontal wave of the sandalwood knife on his back signaled the tearful fountain to leave, and it was indispensable not to disturb the two masters who were talking.

A man and a woman took the dilapidated thatched hut of the tallest building and repaired it with new ones. The mushrooms picked in the mountains are only because the grass and trees here are not interfered with by the sword wind and sword rain, and they grow vigorously.

After a noon, the two of them cooked for the stone table that was not yet mellow, talking and laughing, and eating with the highest building.

Yokohamme and Tear Fountain stepped forward to say goodbye to the two, intending to leave separately. As soon as he packed his luggage and walked out of the door, the tallest building with Su Lian who had been sparkling all night suddenly said: "Sword Seal Soul, do you still remember the conditions you agreed to at the beginning?"

Izumi of Tears looked sideways at Yokohamu who had imprinted the soul kana with a knife with a jade face, and was a little puzzled.

Yokohama, who was called the Sword Seal Soul, replied, "I will carry out the conditions for casting the Tanlang Sword, and kill him for you, but your long-cherished wish will be fulfilled." ”

After a long conversation with Su Lian, the highest building said freely: "I only forged a knife to eliminate Kou's revenge, which caused the knife to be sharp, and the sword heart was not pure, so I asked you to give up killing gold and not change it." He is a businessman who has no cultivation and only brains, and he is not worthy of being a hidden spirit in the sword, and killing him will only destroy the attributes of the Tanlang sword. If you want the knife to break the edge, you can also use a person with superb cultivation as a parasitic spirit, the first time the Tanlang knife touches the blood, it will stimulate its power, and the same is true for the Xie Nu sword, so that the soul of the owner who hunts blood is on the knife, this is the real breaking edge. ”

Heng Bomu Pan Ran woke up, and blamed the highest building for not explaining it to himself, and almost destroyed a magic weapon.

Tearful Springs asked curiously, "Can you really let her go?"

The highest building does not answer, as if content with the status quo, there is a confidant to accompany him to taste tea and talk about casting, already satisfied, mission and feelings, the two can not have both, one is close, with hobbies and family mission, one is far, far away ethereal, making people forget.

At the foot of the mountain, it is lush, the grass and trees are windy, the sky is bright, and the white clouds support the sun.

The Fountain of Tears and Yokohamme walked side by side, without speaking, and when they reached the distance of a mile from Moyo, the Fountain of Tears suddenly spoke: "Next, it's time for me to go back, what about you?"

Heng Bomu's eyes wiped a trace of uneasiness, and then smiled lightly: "Of course I'm staying in the Central Plains, although I have the heart to ask for a sword, and I don't hesitate to spend a lot of money like you, but as a result, the senior made me a knife, but it's okay, it's better than nothing." At this time, his eyes looked at the fountain of tears, and when he saw her peach face floating in a sneering state, he said, "Otherwise, this time I risked my life in vain." ”

Tearful Spring quipped: "If I don't change with you, since I have Xie Nujian, your eyes don't know what to think, don't think I don't know." ”

Heng Bomu's heart was shocked, and she no longer dared to talk about this topic, for fear that she would find out her identity, so she changed the topic and said: "I just want to show martial arts in the Central Plains, and encourage and encourage aspiring monks together, and coming to seek a sword is only a part." ”

The fountain of tears said casually: "That...... I need your help with something, I don't know if that?"

She talked about some of the grievances between the Shenqi tribe and the Chongzhen tribe. After speaking, he cheekily asked Yokohama if he would like to help get rid of the best of the Shenqi tribe. She knew in her heart that the person with the Tanlang knife in front of her was a good hand, and she had an indescribable feeling in front of him.

Yokome nodded in agreement.

All the way to criss-cross, all the way to the birds whispering, to the northwest, walked a section of ten miles, saw a high mountain, very majestic, far as blue indigo, close as a green screen. The old juniper on the edge of the stream is cloudy, and the wildflowers on the rock reflect the sun.

So they walked all the way up the stairs, and walked for an hour, where the grass was long and the eyes were full of rocks, and the aspens were curling, and they looked back at the blue air. There is no idle temple at a glance, and Cui Wei is like a prisoner of Jianfeng.

After a while, I saw a five-zhang long and three-zhang wide stone, which stood on the ground, standing out from the crowd in a field of rocks and wildflowers, and the mottling on the body was the phenomenon of long-term annual rings. It reads 'Yuelaofeng' in three vermilion characters.

The two of them, regardless of their physical exhaustion, climbed the mountain, and the plants and trees were no different from what they saw on the steps before, and then they gradually heard the noise of people not far away, bustling. After not hearing the sound of people for a long time, they walked a few steps, only to see a red ribbon tied to the poplar trees in front of them, it was afternoon, and the evening wind was blowing and blowing lightly with the wind.

There were several pairs of good men and women, walking hand in hand, walking leisurely, dressed solemnly and beautifully, talking and laughing, passing by them.

Tear Spring, who knew very little about the culture of the Central Plains, recalled the records in the tribal library in his mind, and realized that Yuelao Peak was a famous matchmaking and a good place to make wishes.

Yokohamme waved his hand in front of him and shouted: "Go, why are you still stunned, don't go anymore It's dark, there is no inn nearby, those men and women are all riding horses and sedan chairs, they are either rich or expensive, and those with poor conditions are coming on foot, staying on the mountain for the night after dark, there are hundreds of rafters and chambers, and the arch believers stay overnight, we go up to see if we can meet good luck." ”

His words couldn't be more obvious, the only thing that didn't go to the village in front of the village and the store behind it was the wing house on the mountain. If you don't want to be bitten by mosquitoes, you have to spend a little silver two on the old peak overnight.

The fountain of tears came back to his senses, followed, looked around, began to hang red bronzing 'edge' word lanterns on the side of the road, row by row, it is very good-looking, all the lights have been lit, but the light is not very conspicuous in the dusk, it is estimated that the lights of the red paper and yellow core will be as bright as day after the noise of all things in the day.

They climbed the mountain and saw a mountain temple majestic, changing hazy in the sleepy scenery at dusk, but it did not prevent the lively and extraordinary for no reason, each man and woman, clustered in a pile.

The mountain temple is not big or small, and it is a prayer garden for pious teenagers and girls. On the willow top of the moon, on the other side, there is a pair of partners exchanging tokens standing at the vermilion lacquer gate; after dusk, on the other side, a couple of couples enjoying the coming twilight sit on the pink high wall; it is difficult to buy a lamp gold edge, look at the east, handsome men and beautiful women under the poplar tree whisper; where the stars shine, the bank of the stream is full of lights, one by one. Between the pines and cypresses, the inside and outside are red, and there are clumps.

Walking into the mountain temple, there is no difference from a large family, the only difference is that this temple is built on a high mountain road. But the strange thing is that there are many good men and women, which shows that the so-called Yuelao Temple is extremely effective.

They found a girl dressed in red, and after explaining the intention, the girl covered her face with a breathable red veil, and led the two to visit the scenery, wings, backyards, and so on. I saw a small garden, sparse trees, bamboo shade under the moon, and flowers next to it. There are several pianos, there is history, the piano is pleasant, and the history is widely remembered. The couch is often hanging, the door is always open, the boring is idle, and the sleepy is sleepy. Don't compare wrong, don't argue, honor doesn't care, humiliation doesn't mind. Bow down, look up to be ashamed, look at the world, floating clouds and wealth. It is the matchmaker who worships, the old moon is knocked, the wine is not resigned, the meat is not taboo, the fate is based on the sky, and the sex is by itself. The morning is like this, the evening is like this, leisurely travel, there is no world.

They paid two silver to book two incense rooms, and the hospitable veiled girl left the door, at this time the dew was slightly cold, many playing men and women had returned to the incense room to rest, leaving them to sit on a bluestone to watch the moonlight that quietly climbed up the mountain, there were several lanterns behind them, the stream was bubbling in front of them, and at the right end grew an ancient pine tree that ten people could not embrace, and hung all kinds of large and small parcels, which were tied to the branches of the pine tree with red silk strings, and the large and heavy red cloth wrapped objects were tied to the tree poles. Light and small things are knotted on the branches, and when the night breeze comes, it is like blowing chaotic tones, with the sound of jade hanging by rich people, the wind chimes hanging by ordinary people, and the sound of wood and bamboo hanging by poor people. The red ties of the branches and leaves of the long-standing pine trees also flutter in the wind.

Ten steps away from the fragrance of flowers, Heng Bo sat quietly with suspicious eyes, watching the lanterns shining in the flowing stream, letting the night breeze blow the little ripples in the heart stream, stunned, without saying a word.

The Tear Spring felt this beautiful scenery and couldn't help but wander around. As soon as she went up the mountain to the temple of the girl in red, she maintained her usual mood and was not surprised, but after the men and women on the mountain returned to the room one after another to fall asleep, she showed a girlish bright mood and saw enough over and over again.

Behind the pine tree lies a young man in purple, handsome, can be described as shaking the posture of the forest, turning a few times to play the tearful spring of the entire mountain peak, I can't help but be curious, others are in pairs, but he is alone, and he is sleeping under the pine tree full of red silk, not afraid of cold.

The fountain of tears didn't want to disturb his dreams, but he couldn't bear it, so he opened his mouth and tried to get him back to sleep. As a result, he slowly opened his clear eyes, looked at the visitor, and then ignored them, closed his eyes and slept again, leaning out with his two fingers, taking the two leaves that had fallen from the pine tree, and sticking them to his eyelids, snoring like thunder, unreasonable.