Qin Xiaochuan picked up the sword in the water and stood up, he didn't immediately go up along the stream, but carefully recalled the person he thought of. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Half a life holding a sword to chase the water, forgetting the rivers and lakes and not knowing each other. There are many swordsmen in the Bitter Realm, and there are many people who can forge swords, but only one person spends his life forging swords, and will put the repaired weapons into the water and go with the flow, hoping that they will find a suitable master again. Although Qin Xiaochuan didn't know how that person managed to make the sword float away without rusting in the water.

But thinking about it from another angle, even if it is not picked up, sinking into the water and obscurity is a kind of fate of the weapon, and it is better than losing the owner and throwing it on the side of the road. Qin Xiaochuan raised his hand and stroked his small iron sword. Since the initial relationship, this sword has been following him, every inch of iron has been eaten thoroughly, and he has been regarded as his wife for three years.

After waiting for a while, there were no more swords floating down from the stream, and there was no blood, and it didn't look like a battle.

Qin Xiaochuan jumped on the treetops without saying a word. He wanted to follow the stream and go to the front to see if it was the person. The grass and trees are spiritual, gently stretching the branches and leaves to support Qin Xiaochuan's soles. It is less likely for him to make a sound when he walks from a tree than when he walks on the ground. Qin Xiaochuan had already learned to merge his body with the wind around him, and the slight sound produced by the occasional brushing of the leaves by his clothes had completely disappeared in the friction between the wind and the leaves with the cooperation of the surrounding wood spirits.

There was a man standing in the upper reaches of the creek.

Shi Jiuru was holding a folding fan and dressed in blue, looking more like a scholar who traveled the world. Around him stood four or five black-clad masked men, each armed with a sword, staring at him. When Qin Xiaochuan hid in the tree and slowly looked down. Shi Jiuruzheng put away the folding fan and let out a sigh.

Four or five black-clothed masked men surrounded them without saying a word, and their actions were closely coordinated, and they were not a rabble at first glance. The swords are crossed, the wind is impressive, these black-clothed killers have a ruthless style, and their moves are life-threatening. After Shi Jiuru sighed, he suddenly used a folding fan to block the sword wind attacking from behind, and the fingers of his left hand flicked lightly, as if he had seen through the opponent's knife path at a glance, and his movements were not slow, but he had already removed the three sword lights in front of him.

Qin Xiaochuan watched it with relish from the tree. Shi Jiuru's folding fan moves are good-looking, and more importantly, the movements are just right, with a sense of rhythm. Unconsciously, the black-clothed people around him were all taken out of rhythm by him, and a sword and sword seemed to be automatically sent to the door, and Shi Jiuru unhurriedly dismantled it.

But just like that, after all, there are still five or six people who are not weak in martial arts who cooperate with the tacit understanding to besiege and kill that one, and it seems that Shi Jiuru is still reluctant to use killing moves everywhere, and over time, he finally revealed the danger several times.

Qin Xiaochuan thought about it, took off the copper bell on his waist, and clasped his thumb with a "jingle bell". In such a tense and intense situation under the tree, this crisp bell seemed to be blessed by some kind of power, and it was clearly audible outward.

This creek is not far from the valley where Qin Xiaochuan overturned a group of people, and he will stay near it when he has nothing to do for a year, and over time, it seems that this place has been tacitly regarded as his territory by the people on the rivers and lakes, and it has also been named "Burial Valley".

What to do, Qin Xiaochuan felt that he was becoming more and more like an evil character. Although this also means that in this vicinity, the bell of the bell sword is still a little famous, and Qin Xiaochuan did get used to burying unclaimed abandoned corpses in the valley later.

The movement of the black-clothed man besieging below slowed down slightly, and after a while, the two of them stepped back and began to pay attention to the surrounding movements. Shi Jiuru breathed a sigh of relief, folded the fan, and at the same time slashed through the air, the fan bone swung out several sword qi, exactly: "Holy Rain Tianhua!" The sword qi suddenly dispersed into a rain curtain, and shot fiercely in all directions, immediately disrupting the rhythm of the remaining black-clothed people, clanging a few times, and the swords in the hands of two people were broken.

"Let's go!" Seeing that there was nothing to do, there seemed to be a dangerous person in ambush around, and a man in black immediately called out to his companion. The man in black came and went suddenly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Qin Xiaochuan stood on the branch with one foot, holding his sword and swaying in the wind, silently sensing the direction of the man in black with the help of plants.

It seems that he retreated very simply, and he withdrew ten miles away in a row, just leaving the range of 100 miles demarcated by the Valley of the Burial Corpse, and it seems that there are insiders.

Qin Xiaochuan looked down again. Shi Jiuru lowered his head and picked up the tip of the broken sword on the ground, sighed lightly, and with a wave of the folding fan, he opened a pit on the ground and buried the broken sword in it. After the man had finished burying the sword, he straightened up again, and his warm eyes looked straight at the top of the tree, which happened to be the direction from which the bell came.

Qin Xiaochuan jumped down from the tree. He had a copper bell tied around his waist, and he still hung his small iron sword, and he held a sword fished out of the stream in his hand, ** still dripping with water.

"This sword is not for you. Shi Jiuru looked at Qin Xiaochuan's hand.

Qin Xiaochuan looked down at his hand, this sword was too wide and hard, and it was indeed not what he was used to. His swordsmanship is light and agile, and he is accustomed to controlling the sword with qi, and people who do technical work rarely use weapons to fight people.

Shi Jiuru stretched out a hand forward.

Qin Xiaochuan understood and handed the sword back.

Shi Jiuru took the sword, turned around and carefully put the sword back into the stream, and said, "When I picked it up, it was placed next to a corpse, although there were some cracks, but it was only a matter of material. Its owner cherishes it. "The sword drifts down the water, maybe you will meet a new master and start a new fate.

Qin Xiaochuan thought for a while: "Where are the bones?" Now that he knows, it's better to ask. The stream flows through a dozen villages, and the Zombie Wilderness is always not good, and it is prone to plague.

"Three miles upstream of the stream, it was four days ago. Shi Jiuru stood up again: "I know you." "When Qin Xiaochuan passed by to bury the body, he was nearby.

"You're the swordsman who likes to find someone to sell coffins. Shi Jiuru chuckled.

This title sounds much more comfortable than "Burial Valley Lord". Qin Xiaochuan felt a lot more relaxed and nodded: "I know you too." "I don't even know who you are, where you come from, and what the future will be, and I can't know more!

The two of them stood together and talked, and they both felt quite comfortable with each other. Shi Jiuru has a gentle temperament, and Qin Xiaochuan is not the kind of swordsman who only sees a sword in his cold eyes. One

After glancing at each other, Qin Xiaochuan was still thinking about what to say, but he heard Shi Jiuru say, "Can I take a look at your sword?"

Slightly hesitant, the sword is a wife, and it doesn't seem good to show people casually. However, Qin Xiaochuan remembered what Shi Jiuru was best at, so he quickly untied it and handed it over. His sword had no scabbard and had been wrapped in cloth for three years, occasionally oiled when not in use. Basically, Qin Xiaochuan is using the sword as if it were those precious instruments in his previous life.

He was a little nervous.

Shi Jiuru's fingers slid over his wife inch by inch...... No, slide over the little iron sword. The blade trembled slightly, making a slight sound.

Qin Xiaochuan hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

"It's ok. Shi Jiuru raised his head: "You have integrated your blood into the sword?"

Qin Xiaochuan was silent. Three years ago, he was a bit of a secondary two, thinking that his blood was so spiritual, could he raise a little sword spirit.

"Isn't that a good idea?"

"No, you're doing a great job. Shi Jiuru handed the sword back: "I originally thought that the sword of Ling Jian crossing Baichuan would be a divine weapon. ”

But in fact, Qin Xiaochuan's saber has always been bought for him from the blacksmith shop in the past.

In the past three years, Qin Xiaochuan has not encountered other good swords, but until the end, he still feels that one thing is the most comfortable to use. Now that he has gained a foothold in the rivers and lakes, he is still reluctant to use this small iron sword that has accompanied him for more than 3,000 days and nights.

"I don't need a magic weapon. Qin Xiaochuan took back the iron sword, wrapped it in cloth again, and tied it around his waist: "In my hands, it is a divine weapon!"

Without hesitation, Qin Xiaochuan stroked the hilt of the sword with his fingers. He was able to make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and he was able to kill hundreds of people in the Valley of the Burial Corpse, but he didn't rely on divine weapons. His swordsmanship only focuses on familiarity with the sword, and never cares about the material of the sword.

"Thank you. ”

I don't know how Shi Jiuru did it, when he took over his sword, Qin Xiaochuan already felt something different. For example, the color of the iron sword is a little more subdued than usual, and the edge of the blade is not without sharpness, but the sharpness that comes from the blood has been properly converging, as if it has undergone a cleansing from the inside out.

In the distance, suddenly an eagle's cry sounded.

Qin Xiaochuan looked up at the sky and knew that this was a signal left by the person he had made an appointment with here.

He looked at Shi Jiuru again, but found that there was no one in front of him, only the sound of the stream flowing.

"Walking so fast?"

Qin Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, and cold sweat suddenly fell.

Thinking of the reason why his friend invited him to meet, and then thinking about Shi Jiuru's identity background, this time we met by the stream, I'm afraid it was not accidental?