A gentle moon, willow heads, deep night, should be quiet moonlit night, but there is constantly the sound of brushing.

Under the willow tree, a small stool, a girl, with her fleshy little hands on her cheeks, looked at the direction of the sound, and her little face showed a clear light, looking really cute Yuxue.

Following her line of sight, a little boy who didn't look much older than her, holding a long sword that didn't match his figure, was practicing hard. But he was too young, and the sword was too long for him to be unleashed, but the little boy did not show a trace of discouragement on his face, but picked up the sword again and again, and kept repeating a whole set of swordsmanship. The little face was full of perseverance, and the sword he stabbed out became more and more powerful, not at all like the strength that a five or six-year-old child could exert.

"Bell", the sword in his hand fell again, look closely at his palm, only to find that it is full of calluses and new blisters, hold the hilt for a long time and hard, grinding his original delicate flesh, at this moment even the blisters are worn out, blood is dripping down his palm, you can imagine what kind of severe pain this little child has endured at this moment.

But his little face had no emotions other than perseverance, no complaints, no exhaustion, no pain, only perseverance. He bent down, picked up the sword again, and practiced the sword again. In a few moments, the hilt of the sword was stained with blood, the blood continued to flow, the sword kept dancing, and he was like a machine that was tireless and painless.

The little girl, who was still smiling and watching, stood up in a panic after seeing his blood, walked on her little short legs, and whirled anxiously under the tree, looking up to see that he still didn't stop at all, and finally couldn't help it, and ran over, "Senior brother, don't practice anymore!"

When the little boy heard the sound, he smoothly finished the last move before retracting his sword, looked at her, and a smile appeared on his face, "Senior sister, why haven't you slept yet." ”

The little girl stood there, looking at his bleeding right hand, and tears flowed out of her big beautiful eyes like beads of broken threads, and at first they wept silently, and then slowly began to choke, and then they began to cry out loud.

Seeing her crying sadly, he was a little at a loss, walked up to her, patted her back gently to prevent her from choking on crying, and comforted: "Don't cry, don't cry." ”

"Senior brother, woo woo woo, don't woo woo, practice!" she cried and shouted intermittently.

The little boy's face was old enough to match his age, "I have to practice, today the master praised my skills for being stronger than children of the same age, but that's it, just to this extent, I can't help the Wang family, I can't win the Five Dragon Seal!"

"What a broken seal, we don't want it! I don't want you to work so hard!" she still cried, screaming in anger.

"Senior sister!" he said with a thin anger, "How much blood did the ancestors of the Wang family use to pull the Leng family off the horse, so that one day, we don't have to be inferior, so that our Wang family can also stand on the top of the world, instead of looking up to people and looking at people's faces." Yes, when the Leng family was respected as the lord back then, it was true that they did not treat the hundred families of Xianmen harshly, but the Leng family will always be high, and all the best things will always belong to the Leng family.

He said so much, but the little girl gradually didn't understand, but the eyes that looked at him changed from heartache to admiration, he always knew so much.

Trying to wipe away her tears and snot, the little girl ran to get another sword, and said in a milky voice: "Senior brother, you practice, then I will practice with you!"

Although she is still young, she is also the most qualified child in the younger generation of the Wang family.

He looked at her with a softened look, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Okay, then let's practice together!"

Under the moonlight, two small figures, never stop practicing, whenever the little girl feels tired and painful, as long as she sees the little boy, her hands, feet and feet will start spontaneously, accompany him to suffer, she is as happy as a glutton.

The years have flown by, the teenage child, the love has just opened, the little girl has grown into a slim Wang Langyu, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow, a sword flies, unstoppable, Wang Xiaoshi slightly sideways to avoid the edge, can still feel the spiritual power of the sword qi.

"Get jade. He looked at her with a smile, and after a closer look, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "If you hadn't wasted your excess spiritual power like this, your swordsmanship and spiritual power would have been higher than mine now." He said this because he saw Langyu's hands, white and smooth, how could a person who really practiced swords have such a pair of jade hands, naturally because Langyu used spiritual power to repair the calluses on his hands.

Lang Yu playfully stuck out his tongue, "Why should I be stronger than you, I like you to be the strongest, I have your protection, isn't it." ”

"How can I protect you for the rest of your life? Wang Xiaoshi smiled casually.

"Why can't you protect me for the rest of my life? She looked at him with affection, her cheeks flushed, and the scene was like rubbing rouge on the white jade, which was beautiful.

Seeing this, Xiao Shi finally slowly woke up, Lang Yu to him, is not as simple as the friendship of brother and sister, then, what about Rong Yu? He looked at Rong Yu, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, already slim, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows have appeared, the Wang family, there is no more beautiful girl than her, there is no more diligent cultivator than her, there is no more outstanding qualifications than her.

She is of course the best, and more importantly, there is no more affectionate girl than she has devoted herself to him, so naturally, he should also like her.

So he smiled and said, "Okay, then I will protect you for the rest of your life." ”

Lang Yu smiled very happily, but there was some worry in his heart, of course he was very good to himself, and he was willing to protect himself for the rest of his life, but ...... Maybe girls always suffer from gains and losses like this, she always feels that he treats herself, more responsibility than love, when he looks at her, although he is very gentle, but there is always less affection.

She always thought that these were her own delusions, after all, he was only good to her, and no other girl could get into his eyes. It wasn't until they went to the Leng family that they had been separated for so long for the first time, and then they saw him again at the foot of Beigong Mountain, and loved him like her, and they immediately keenly noticed that he had changed slightly.

It's subtle, it's subtle, but he's changed.

He didn't pay attention to it himself, but she saw it completely, and he kept paying attention to another girl who was mediocre in appearance and even had mediocre qualifications. She began to become irritable, until the slightest irritability ruined all her usual composure and carefulness, and offended those who should not be offended.

When Leng Lu'er's attack was imminent, she was suddenly not afraid of anything, at least, he was beside her, at least, at this moment, he only had himself in his eyes.

Destroyed, she died in her own love, her soul wandered, and finally, she was finally devoured and destroyed......