Rivers and lakes......

What are rivers and lakes and what are rivers and lakes......

Nobody knows......

However, everyone has their own rivers and lakes in their hearts......

Twilight also has ......

Go to the end of the world with a sword, and go to the ......

It's the rivers and lakes he used to be......

What now

Nine Dragons Palace,

Will it be his future rivers and lakes......

Who knows......

Nobody knows......

In front of the first floor, under the two stone steps, the large courtyard was already crowded with tall and short monks. The sun has risen very high, and the sky is a little hot. Ye Dui was standing motionless, letting the sweat from his forehead run down his chin - dripping onto the smooth white marble. His left hand was still tightly held on the Longquan Qingjian - seven inches away from the hilt, even in front of the public, even in front of the statue of the Emperor Zhenwu, his hand holding the sword was absolutely not relaxed in the slightest. Ye Dui is such a person, no matter what others think of him, no matter how others laugh at him, he will not care! Because, as long as he thinks it is right, he will do it! It is undeniable that Ye Dui is a paranoid person, and many times, in the eyes of others, he is very interested in things that are a waste of energy! Is it because Ye Dui is a person who does not hit the south wall and does not look back, perhaps, if he hits the south wall, he will not look back! Perhaps, he also wants to give it a try, how thick is the south wall!!

In front of Ye Dui, Wuji Zhenren stood at a distance of about five feet from him. Slowly putting his hands behind his back, Wuji Zhenren looked at the old long sword held in Ye Dui's left hand with blazing eyes, the expression on his face was very serious, serious and close to old-fashioned! Then, Wuji Zhenren looked at Ye Dui's right hand again, and after looking at it for a long time without saying a word, he slowly paced to the point where his whole body was shrunk in front of the monk in the black cloak, and after slowly standing still, Wuji Zhenren said kindly: "Young man, what's your name, how old ......are you?"

A very unpleasant sound, like a fingernail scraping on porcelain, sounded unpleasantly in the black cloak, "Pale Feather, sixteen years old." There are only seven simple words, this black-clothed young man speaks very simply, and at the same time, it is indeed very harsh! However, Wuji Zhenren doesn't seem to care at all, because he is caressing the long beard under his chin, and on his orange-peel-like face, he has a faint smile, looking at the silent Pale Feather excitedly, and keeps nodding his head and saying: "At a young age, he has already reached the triple realm of 'broken bones', which is very good!" After a pause, Wuji Zhencai slowly walked up to the man in white who was covering his mouth and coughing, and said in a concerned tone, "What about you, what's your name, why do you keep coughing?" After the man in white heard Master Wuji's question, he tried to straighten his waist, still covering his mouth with a handkerchief, coughing vigorously, and replied weakly: "Master is above, disciple Ye Zhiqiu will come to you, cough... Cough... Ahem, cough ......", looking at the disciple in front of him who was coughing incessantly, Wuji Zhenren slowly raised his head, looked at the floating clouds in the sky with a reminiscent face, and said in a deep voice: "Wenlu, Chapter 51, 'The mountain monk does not understand the number of Jiazi, and a leaf falls to know the autumn of the world', Ye Zhiqiu, good name! But Zhiqiu, dry cough is a symptom of lung yin deficiency, and if you have time in the future, go to the Eternal Life Hall to get a few pills to nourish yin and clear the lungs and eat it......."

"Okay, Master, ahem......" Before the words were finished, Ye Zhiqiu bent down extremely quickly and kept coughing......

"What about you, little girl, hehe...... , What's your name?" Wuji Zhenren lowered his head, his tone was very gentle, and he was looking at Gu Manman on the ground with two little hands behind his back and his little head down!

Hearing Master's words about herself, Gu Manman quickly raised her head, looked at Wuji Zhenren with a red face, her two little hands were still behind her, and she whispered, "Master, people call Gu Manman...... But, it's not a little girl, people... He's fifteen years old......"

Wuji Zhenren looked at Gu Manman, who had buried his little head again, and his face couldn't help but show a doting look. After straightening up the right color, Wuji Zhencai walked in front of Ye Dui very slowly, stood carefully, and pondered for a long time before he said slowly: "Xiao Dui, this sword, how many years has it been with you?"

Ye Dui's heart was shocked, because he didn't know how Master Wuji Zhenren learned his name, however, he didn't think about it, he raised his eyes to look at the silver-haired Wuji Zhenren, Ye Dui said respectfully, "Ten years, six months and twenty-two days!"

"Remember so clearly, this sword should be very important to you!" said Wuji Zhenren slowly

"Yes, Master," Ye Du said calmly

Wuji Zhenren: "Then what swordsmanship have you practiced?"

Ye Duan thought for a while, and said word by word: "Pinghu Sword Technique, Hengjiang Sword Technique, Thirty-six Styles of Falling Goose, Seventy-two Swords for Death!", Ye Duan said very slowly, because he had pondered each of these four sword techniques thousands of times! Ye Duan did not reserve it, because he felt that in front of Master Wuji Zhenren, all his circumstances seemed to be impossible to hide......

Wuji Zhenren sighed and said in a deep voice: "Longquan Qing Sword, the sword is three feet and seven inches long, and the sword weighs seven catties and eight taels...... , mortal, after all, mortal!"

Ye Dui's face did not have the slightest expression, but in his heart, he was shocked by Wuji Zhenren's words, and with just one glance, his master, Wuji Zhenren, analyzed the long sword on his body, which had faded to the point of origin, its size, and its subtlety! So, his master, Wuji Zhenren, has not reached the realm of Dahua with his perception of the way of the sword!

Wuji Zhenren slowly turned around, looked at the countless Taoists in front of the first floor of the real one, and sighed in a deep tone: "The four swordsmanship of Pinghu, Hengjiang, Luoyan, and Killing are all the fast swordsmanship among the swordsmanship. To practice a fast sword, you must be vigorous! If you are vigorous, you must be panting! If you are panting, your meridians will be poor! Every two hours of the day, in the body of the person who practices the sword, the three acupuncture points on the side of the sword, Hegu, Quchi, and Shoulder Well, must be painful and unbearable! Therefore, Xiaodui, you must remember the words of the teacher: The faster the sword, the heavier the anger, and the fast sword is easy to practice—the slow sword is difficult to !!."