You don't see Kunwu Iron Smelting Flying Smoke, red light and purple gas. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info - "Ancient Sword Chapter" Guo Zhen

After thousands of chisels, the sword tire can fall from the green hills. It could have stayed in the mountains unharmed, with the mountains and rocks as companions, flowers and birds as friends, free and comfortable. But when the master of Xiangjian fell in love with it, it was destined to end its mediocre, humble, but comfortable life.

Former relatives and friends were taken away from him one by one, not according to his will, but according to the wish of the sword master.

Thousands of beatings, to make it hurt! It's going to make it hurt! Let it become helpless, let it become uncared.

Then, it can bring out the green mountains to the master of the sword, and only then can a sword be forged in the future!

Zhou Yan, this sword fetus is finally out of the mountain today!

Yang Zisang watched Zhou Yan leave, and then walked straight to a classroom downstairs.

This is a kindergarten, so there are many classrooms.

There are colorful stickers and paintings on the walls, which are designed to attract children's attention and calm their minds.

The door is also painted green, and there are many animal paintings on it, and of course, the green vines!

Yang Zisang didn't push the door open, he just stood outside the door, but he could see all the scenes in the door.

Yang Zexi was bored, closed the prayer in his hand, threw it away, and then began to look around again.

Luo Qinghan on the side smiled, opened the prayer again, turned to the page just now, and then gently pushed it in front of Yang Zexi.

"What's wrong? Tired? Luo Qinghan has always been a gentle person, her voice is the first melting stream in spring, the sound of the water is murmuring, like a ring.

Yang Zexi seemed to be really tired, reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, and said with some displeasure: "Don't look at it, I can already memorize it......"

Luo Qinghan handed the prayer closer to Yang Zexi, and said softly: "It's just a hundred or so words, who of us here can't memorize it?" But what we memorize is the outer words, but what we see is the inner life. Words are dead, but life is alive. ”

Yang Jersey stuck out his tongue and had no choice but to take the prayer, and then read it without knowing whether he had intentionally or unintentionally.

"Sister Qinghan......" After only a while, Yang Zexi couldn't sit still again, this time he didn't throw away the prayer in his hand, but leaned over and whispered in Luo Qinghan's ear.

Luo Qinghan was originally reading the content of the prayer carefully, and when Yang Zexi interrupted like this, her original clues were swept away, but she didn't feel any anger because of this, but still smiled, and replied, "What's wrong?" ”

Yang Zexi's little eyes rolled around, first looked around, and saw that no one noticed that he and Luo Qinghan were whispering, so he was also bold, and said to Luo Qinghan: "Sister Qinghan, that ...... How's that Zhou Di? ”

Luo Qinghan raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised, but his expression was calm, as if he was expected.

"What's wrong? Suddenly asking this question? ”

"No ......" is rare, the stubborn one on weekdays is the little witch Yang Zexi who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and now he is so shy, "I just think he seems to be a little familiar, I don't know if I have seen it somewhere." ”

"Is it ......" Luo Qinghan glanced at the closed gate, it turned out that Yang Zisang was already standing there.

"Class is over!" Standing on the podium, Huang Yunxi smiled softly at everyone, "Let's go back and rest." ”

The previously quiet classroom suddenly became noisy, with the sound of heads and ears, desks and chairs moving, and books stacking one after another.

"Jersey......" Yang Zisang walked in from outside the door and shouted to Yang Jersey from afar.

"Zi Sango...... What's wrong? Yang Zexi didn't understand what Yang Zisang was shouting about, but he still walked towards Yang Zisang.

"In the future, stay away from Zhou Yan......"

"Huh?" Yang Zexi hadn't understood what Yang Zisang was talking about, and wanted to ask clearly, "Brother Zisang......"

Yang Zisang has gone away, leaving only a back, and gradually disappearing.

"What the hell!" Yang Zexi was a little angry, his mouth was curled, his little feet were stacked, and he left angrily.

The night was unusually peaceful.

The next morning, it was just dawn, and the fog had not yet cleared.

"Hey! Zhou Di! ”

Zhou Yan twisted his neck to see who was calling him.

Maybe it's because he slept for too long a few days ago, Zhou Yan woke up very early today, according to his previous habits, after a simple wash, he went outdoors for a little walk, but also stretched his muscles and bones, and shook his spirit.

So he met Gao Ziming, who also got up early, the tall, dark, skinny, and similar age to Zhou Yan.

"Zhou Yan, morning!" Gao Ziming was a person who was more familiar with Zhou Yan in the vineyard, and he was greeting Zhou Yan warmly at this time.

"Good morning...... Zhou Yan returned the salute, out of politeness, and squeezed out a smile that looked more kind.

"Have you had breakfast?" Gao Ziming smiled brightly, like the rising sun this morning, "By the way, Brother Guang Nai came back just now, eh...... Zhixin's sister's ashes are also in the hall now......"

"Hmm......" Zhou Yan tried to contain the uncertain emotions in his heart and make himself seem calm enough.

"Uh...... Zhou Yan...... Sorry ......"

Gao Ziming realized the impact of what he said on Zhou Yan, and couldn't help blaming himself for having no brains.

"It's okay......"

Zhou Yan's expression was very calm, but the more calm his expression became, the more embarrassed Gao Ziming's face became, and the more ashamed he felt in his heart.

"What are you talking about? It's time for breakfast! A teenager came and broke the awkward atmosphere for the two.

It was a young man whom Zhou Yan had seen but was not familiar with, a few years older than Zhou Yan, what was his name......

"Hello Zhou Yan, my name is Shangguan Xunqing, of course, you can also call me scholar like everyone else." This young man has a white face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and looks very Confucian temperament, but he is also worthy of the title of scholar.

"Hello, Brother Shangguan." Zhou Yan held the hand handed by Shangguan Xunqing.

It's just why Shangguan Xunqing's expression suddenly froze, and why Shangguan Xunqing's movements suddenly stiffened.

"Oh......" Shangguan Xunqing's eyes glanced towards a place.

Zhou Yan followed his gaze, there was a door!

It is the door of the vineyard, it is an open door.

The door opened, and someone came.

It's just that there is no one at the moment, who is coming?

Shangguan Xunqing withdrew his hand from Zhou Yan's hand, and then hung his hand at his side.

It hangs naturally at the sides of the body, and then it can be lifted easily and easily.

"The Yellow River came west to break Kunlun, roaring thousands of miles to touch the Dragon Gate.

Why are hundreds of ghosts coming? ”