That year, there seemed to be peach blossoms blooming in front of the gate of the Changhong Sword Sect, and the sky seemed to have become a little cleaner because of the heartbeat of the two people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Su Zifang asked Qiao Anran's name, she was crying miserably. Because several girls from the same place asked her for a bracelet, she didn't agree. The girls pinned her to the ground in the same way, stripped off her bracelet, and broke it after "playing".

At that time, Su Zifang had just used the stone gadgets his father carried in his pocket to entrap a few friends, wandering around the place where the disciples were registered. The panicked Qiao Anran obviously didn't know who the group of people gathered around was, she thought it was a few girls coming over just now, so she picked up the broken bracelet, hugged her knees, and curled up on the ground.

"Hey, you..." Su Zifang, who had been smooth sailing so far, spoke slightly ruffianly, but he looked at Qiao Anran's face that was slightly panicked, but his voice seemed to be stuck. For the first time, he felt that his father's words were very bad, and his cheap stonemason father, who had read books, clearly told him that only when he was the same age as when his eldest brother got married, would he have someone he liked. But the eldest brother was twenty years old when he got married, and he was just twelve years old.

He looked at Qiao Anran's panicked face, and his own language became unfavorable. It was the first time in his life that he wanted to protect someone forever, not to get her hurt, not to let her panic again.

At that time, Su Zifang was still smooth sailing, he took the newly adopted younger brother like a child king to teach those girls a lesson, and asked them to promise not to bully Qiao Anran again, so he left satisfied.

"People are not wood and stone, but they are all loved, it is better not to meet the city."

The young Su Zifang led Qiao Anran to Changhong's sword-washing pool and sat on the edge of the sword-washing pool.

"I heard Jiang Xiaopang say that this sword washing pool was first a place for the female dependents of the Changhong Sword Sect to wash their swords and pray for their husbands who were about to fight far away, and later it became a celebration point for the triumph of the sect." Su Zifang couldn't see any shrewdness at this time, and he introduced Qiao Anran to the place where they were sitting together, and said that words like the daughter and husband would blush and have a thick neck.

"Brother Zifang, you will always protect me, let's be husband and wife in the future, so that Brother Zifang can protect me forever." Qiao Anran smiled, his cheeks seemed to be dyed with red burning clouds in the sky.

Su Zifang didn't dare to look at Qiao Anran, he didn't know if Qiao Anran also understood what it was like to have that heartbeat when he saw her, or if she just didn't understand anything like other children.

But he didn't expect that this was the first time he held Qiao Anran's hand, and this was also the last time he held Qiao Anran's hand, he didn't expect that the tricks of the child king before didn't work, he didn't expect that he would never have smooth sailing again, there were too many things he didn't expect, so many that it was difficult to attach, so much that he still can't believe it now.

The next day, Elder Wang of the Changhong Sword Sect issued the first spirit stone belonging to each of them, although it was only the lowest-end low-grade spirit stone, but it forever changed the eternal life of the young people.

Children with spirit roots who come into contact with spirit stones for the first time will automatically derive cyclones, and the more talented people will derive cyclones, and the most powerful genius in the history of the Changhong Sword Sect has condensed three cyclones at once. And it is rumored that there are even people on this vast and boundless continent who directly condense full cyclones for the first time, that is, ten cyclones at a time, but these are legendary characters.

Originally, Su Zifang didn't regard this as a matter of importance at all, and when he was young, he thought that everything could be made up for with his brain. But when Qiao Anran condensed two cyclones at once, attracting all the elders and deacons on the scene to her, he felt as if he was wrong.

Perhaps because of the contempt for this news, the heavens seemed to be deliberately joking, and it took an hour for the second slowest person in the audience to condense the cyclone, while Su Zifang used a full thirteen hours.

He watched Qiao Anran being taken out of the Trial Square by a group of elders and deacons, he watched one by one break through the cyclone, and watched one by one leave one by one. When the night came, Su Zifang finally broke through the cyclone, but Deacon Li, who was enforcing the law, seemed to have forgotten this person a long time ago, and he didn't even remember his results, so he left directly.

Feeling the qi sensation of thirteen hours, Su Zifang was already exhausted, and he didn't even know how he got back to the place where he slept.

He couldn't stop feeling qi, it had already become two extremes, he really didn't want to get a zero result, that would be an infinite number of differences. He always felt that the gap didn't matter, at least it was a world, and it would be terrible if it wasn't a world. He wanted to return to the sword washing pool one day and said to Qiao Anran: "I will always protect you, I must always protect you." ”

That was his first wish since he was born, not to let this person be hurt in the slightest bit, not at all.

Qiao Anran became the only genius in the entire Changhong Sword Sect within a hundred years who condensed two cyclones for the first time she felt the qi, and her luggage was moved to the inner courtyard and lived with the core of the sect. And Su Zifang, the most wasted waste material in the sect within a thousand years can't even condense the three cyclones in the three-year period. Even only by being an errand boy in the utility office that no one has done for seven years can he be appreciated by others and stay in Changhong.

It seems that there is no intersection between them anymore. All that was left was the story that Su Zifang had written on letterhead, and sometimes Su Zifang really felt that literacy was the most useful skill his father had taught him, more useful than stone carving, more useful than reciting poetry, more useful than anything, even if he never gave her letters.

Since one time, Qiao Anran's master, Elder Biyue, took Qiao Anran out and saw Su Zifang who was sorting out the sundries on the periphery of Changhong. Qiao Anran wanted to come over and say a word to Su Zifang, but was reprimanded by Biyue, and Su Zifang was a little afraid of meeting Qiao Anran again. He couldn't remember what Biyue said, he only remembered that the word waste was unforgettable.

When Su Zifang only condensed two cyclones in three years, he once again realized how big the gap between himself and Enron was. He would even suspect that his thirteen hours might not change the distance between the two worlds. But he still persevered, although his progress was very slow, but at least he did not encounter any bottlenecks, and he believed that he would have a chance. He believed that one day he would stand across from her, touch her soft hair and smile at her, "I will protect you, always protect you, always and forever." ”

But time didn't seem to be enough, and before he could pick up the sword in his hand, she was about to become someone else's bride. He didn't even have time to mourn, his dreams were about to shatter into powder.

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