Tick... Tick... Tick...... , The sound of dripping water in the leaky pot sounded clearly in his ears, and Ye Dui, who was on the couch, opened his somewhat hazy sleepy eyes, got up sideways, and looked out of the paper window. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Outside the info window, the faint light is amplifying little by little, gradually dispelling the darkness in the room, and the sky is already dawning. Ye Duan got up from the couch, took off the black deep coat and belt hanging on the hanging wood, stood up after dressing neatly, straightened his clothes, and looked closely, he found that the cuffs on the clothes had been worn out, and the opening was not big, so he didn't care! Many times, Ye Duan likes to wear the same clothes, because he is used to it, there is a process for new clothes to become old clothes, and after each new clothes are worn for a few days, he will feel that they are already old clothes, and the old things are very suitable for him. Next, he will continue to wear it, Ye Du has always disliked too much decoration, he likes old things, even clothes, it is the same.

The washed coat was still dry, a little damp, and a little cold on the body, but it didn't matter. Ye Dui carefully looked at the position of the floating arrow on the leaky pot - two quarters of an hour! It had been twelve days since the Yulou Pass reached Hanzhong! Ye Dui was not a person who counted the days, but he remembered it very clearly, because his sword had not been unsheathed for eleven days and six hours! Twelve days was not a long time, but Ye Dui felt that he had not drawn his sword for a long time. I don't know if it's not, after getting drunk, the past time will become very distant, and everyone will forget a lot of things......

In the damp aisle, Ye Dui was bowing his head, carefully bypassing the corridor, and the sound of sleeping travelers was heard in his ears, and after walking down the steps and passing through a long north-south road, Ye Dui walked out of the backyard door of the inn. It's only natural that there are front streets and back streets, but the back streets here are much more deserted, deserted to the point of desolation. The long street is curved upward, and each stone step on the road is covered with moss that covers the vines, and at the end of the stone steps is a clump of lush green bamboo, which is swaying in the morning mist, and the curved bamboo tips are swaying one high and one low. On both sides of the stone steps, the sound of crickets came and went, singing and harmonizing, and the path became more and more silent. Ye Du walked unhurriedly, his left hand was still holding the long sword, seven inches away from the hilt, there was no trace of movement, however, his hand was a little relaxed, and the strength of his sword seemed to have been reduced a lot!

Today, it's not a good day!Ye Du looked up at the somewhat gray sky, and the mountains that swirled under the sky, and there was a hint of imperceptible gray color in his dark pupils! choked, the long sword was unsheathed, and Ye Duan stretched out the Longquan Qing Sword in his right hand, staring at the sword body with his eyes fixed without blinking. This sword is already old, and the hilt made of brass has been polished off the black paint, revealing the gray and green patina inside. The straight spine of the sword was covered with irregular water patterns, and there was a mysterious beauty sprinkled with it, and Ye Duan knew that it was the traces left by the swordsmith after beating the steel thousands of times in the furnace and quenching it in the water. This sword has been with Ye Duan for ten years, six months and eighteen days, for him, this sword is more important than friends, because some friends will betray you, forget you, and spit on you, and this sword will only accompany him silently!

Longquan Qingjian, the sword is three feet seven inches long, the sword weighs seven catties, eight taels and three coins, the handle is eight inches long, the blade is two feet five inches and four minutes, the sword is one inch and one minute, and the blade is two inches and three minutes thick. I don't know why, whenever he holds this green sword, Ye Dui's heart will be filled with a faint joy, just like now, his expression is very relaxed, and his calm eyes are shining brightly, that is self-confidence, and it seems to be overconfident, close to cold arrogance!

The wind is blowing, the autumn morning breeze is cool, there is a sense of slaughter, and the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest are yellow. The dry bamboo leaves slowly fell down in the long air along the west wind, Ye Dusk concentrated, in front of him, there were eighteen bamboo leaves quietly floating down, these eighteen leaves, there is no rule, there is no order, of course, the angle will not be the same. Ye Du mobilized the qi of his whole body, the long sword in his right hand hung low, and his bright eyes looked at the eighteen leaves in front of him, in an instant, the autumn wind stopped, the falling leaves stopped, the figure moved, and the sword light flashed! The bamboo leaves fluttered and fell, the autumn wind blew slightly, the wind did not seem to stop, and the leaves did not seem to be any different, falling slowly one leaf after another. It's just that when these eighteen bamboo leaves touched the ground, they were strangely divided into two halves, no more, no less, thirty-six and a half bamboo leaves. One moment sword, eighteen swords, how fast should he be out of the sword, how accurate should the angle of the sword be out, and how weird is the move of the sword?

In the bamboo forest, Ye Du was panting and standing quietly, his face was slightly depressed, and he was looking at his right hand holding the sword. He suddenly felt very frightened, because his hand was trembling! A killer, if the hand with the sword was trembling, then, his sword speed, sword accuracy, and sword move would definitely move! What was even more terrifying was that it would affect the killer's killing intent when he took out the sword! Killing intent was a very delicate thing, Ye Du had always believed that if the killer was vibrating when he was killing, he would definitely fail, and the price of failure would be death!

Although Ye Dui's heart was like a stormy wave, his face was still calm, but there was a trace of imperceptible panic in that seemingly calm expression. Ye Duan was puzzled, because he remembered the thirteen-style sword trick of Lianyun on the Feiyun Sword Technique: a thousand peaks and thousands of birds crying, and flying clouds in the flying flowers. The drunken sword dances with him, and he can come and go one day at a time!

Ye Dui didn't understand, he was very puzzled, why he could still dance the sword after being drunk, he always thought that after getting drunk, the hand holding the sword would definitely tremble, and the drunken eyes would definitely faint!

Who stipulates that the hand holding the sword must be calm! Who stipulates that the angle of the sword must be accurate! And who stipulates that the moves of the sword must be according to the map! No one stipulates that those things are just the standard of a famous swordsman! Fortunately, Ye Duan has always felt that he is not a swordsman, and now, he feels as if he is no longer a killer, he seems to have thought of a word, a word that makes him laugh when he thinks of it-the prodigal son!!

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