The evening breeze is thick, the stars are sparse and the moon is bright.

Yun Fengjin leaned against a locust tree in the inner courtyard of the tavern, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The snow was still falling, falling on the canopy of the trees, and then being blown down by the wind, and for a moment a thin layer of snow accumulated on Yun Fengjin's shoulders.

Yun Fengjin sighed, got up and shook off the snow on his body, and walked into the tavern.

But in the wall above a row of wine vats, there were four crevices, which formed a small square. Yun Fengjin pressed his hand between the cracks, with a slight force, and suddenly the square between the cracks sank into the wall slightly, and then slowly pushed out of the wall.

Inside the narrow dark box is a sword with a mahogany scabbard.

Yun Fengjin took out the sword, pushed it back into the dark box, and came to the locust tree again.

By the moonlight, Yun Fengjin slowly drew his sword.

No sound.

A bright silver sword looked heavy in the moonlight and snowflakes.

But when I saw a cloth robe walking in the snow, the steps were not heavy, just a simple move. The sword style is slightly clumsy, but it is a simple stab and a slash, and it does not have the sense of "returning to the basics" in the storyteller's mouth, nor is it the "ancient clumsy and clumsy" that Tianxun said.

His sword didn't even disperse the snowflakes scattered in front of him.

But he still danced like that, his sword was slow, his steps were clear, and his sword was as small and worthless as an ant compared to the woman he had seen on the river during the day.

After a long time, he stopped his sword and gasped slightly.

He stood on the ground with his sword, and said secretly in his mouth:

"Is it because I'm not good at swords, or is this swordsmanship really lacking......"

He practiced for a while, but then threw away his sword irritably, "I really shouldn't believe what the old man said, how can a person who drinks and talks nonsense understand this swordsmanship, it's me who is too careful." ”

"No, no, no. Tianxun's voice came from the tavern.

I saw him holding a wine jug in his hand, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were confused, and his footsteps were swaying towards the courtyard.

The old guy is drunk again.

Yun Fengjin picked up the sword and threw it to the old guy, "You said that you are not right, you will try it? You taught me this swordsmanship." ”

Tianxun held the wine jug in his right hand and took the sword in his left hand, "Okay, okay, you can see clearly!"

Yun Fengjin frowned, this guy usually uses a sword with his right hand, how can he ...... today?

Tianxun pretended to throw the flask away and let it shatter on the ground.

Immediately, his body moved slightly, and he began to dance with a sword in the snow.

The pace is the same, the sword style is the same, but the sword that the old guy dances has a little more charm.

Unlike the sword he usually uses, the current sword dance is a little arbitrary.

Different from the usual swordsmanship, this sword is all on the side. A sword trembled slightly in the clumsy moves, wandering. During the day, the woman's swordsmanship was to roll up the snow, but at this time, Tianxun's sword made even a snowflake unable to get close to him.

Yun Fengjin frowned, looking at the old guy's thin figure, and was speechless for a while.

The sword stopped, and the old fellow thrust the sword into the ground, and the blade of the sword pierced through the snow as if unimpeded, deep into the tiles.

"I can't see it, your sword is still a bit profound......"

Tianxun intercepted: "How can there be anything high or not, if you drink too much wine, the sword dance will go crazy, just like this flying snow, the wine you drink is strong, and the flying snow in front of you will be much more chaotic." ”

Yun Fengjin smiled, secretly thinking that this old guy was the same as that old man, and if he drank too much, he would be full of nonsense.

It's just that the swordsmanship just now may not be done indiscriminately.

"That swordsmanship is not a cripple, it's just a ......"

Before Tianxun finished speaking, he fell to the ground drunk and began to snore.

Yun Fengjin was extremely helpless, but there was a slight thoughtful look in his eyes.

......

The next day, Yun Fengjin sent wine to Wang Lao as usual.

When I came to the peach forest, I saw that the wooden door was locked, and there was no crack.

Yun Fengjin frowned slightly, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

No one answered.

He knocked again.

The wooden door slowly opened, bringing out a cacophony of sounds, apparently caused by the passage of time.

Yun Fengjin stepped lightly, pushed open the door, and looked inside.

There was no one on the wooden deck chair, but it was still swaying slightly.

Suddenly, a crisp bird's cry came from among the peach trees. But I saw a bird with blue feathers and an eagle-like appearance gently landing on a peach tree, its feet grasping the low branches, and hissing.

Yun Fengjin frowned, wondering why he had never seen this bird after coming here for some time, but he saw the blue bird suddenly chirp and flew towards him leisurely.

Yun Fengjin was stunned for a moment, but the blue bird just rubbed his shoulder and crossed his body. Yun Fengjin turned his head suddenly, but saw that Wang Lao had been standing behind him for some time, and the blue bird quietly landed on Wang Lao's shoulder, neighing softly at him, as if he was not welcome to see him as an outsider.

Suddenly, his eyes froze slightly, and he vaguely saw that the blue bird seemed to have a bamboo tube only one finger long tied to its legs.

Wang Lao held a broom in his left hand and a wine jug in his right hand, poured a large sip deeply, and then shook the mouth of the wine jug to the ground a few times, and saw that there was no wine dripping, so he smiled and said, "You kid sent wine in time." ”

He snatched the plum wine from Yun Fengjin's hand.

"You kid is panicking, I just went to sweep the ground, and you were startled, and the birds were startled. ”

"I've never seen you raise a bird before," Yun Fengjin said, "This bird has a bright feather and eyes, but it's a good breed." ”

"I just flew out of the mountains and forests yesterday, and I raised it first. Wang Lao replied.

He was about to raise the wine jug, but his hand stopped in mid-air, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said faintly in the direction of the bamboo forest:

"It's almost time. ”

Yun Fengjin wondered: "What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you drunk again?"

Wang Lao shook his head with a smile, and replied, "Little baby, do you want to go to Vientiane Dongshan to have a look?"

"Monks in the world, who doesn't want to go," Yun Fengjin sighed, "It's just that I have a cloth cloth, and I don't have a way to practice martial arts, and I just send him to death when I go up, just with the old guy's half-hung swordsmanship, it's still far behind." ”

"Oh, didn't you say it yesterday......" Wang Lao was still smiling.

"He was drunk and danced a few styles of swords last night, and he still looked a little charming. Yun Fengjin intercepted.

"The left hand of the envoy......" There was a little more deep meaning in Wang Lao's eyes.

Yun Fengjin was shocked, the old guy was dancing with a sword in his left hand for the first time, but the old man Wang ......

Wang Lao smiled and said, "Don't think about it, just say it casually." ”

"I see that you are thoughtful today, and I have already understood," Wang Lao took a sip of wine slightly, "That's good, you can come with me." ”

With that, Wang Lao walked towards the peach forest, and when he left, he glanced at the back of the wooden house a few times as if unintentionally.

Although Yun Fengjin was puzzled, he also quickly followed.

He has been coming to this peach forest to deliver wine for many years, but this peach forest has never been entered, Wang Lao has always been secretive about it, at this time Wang Lao asked him to follow, and he couldn't help but be a little more curious.

The peach grove is located in the west of the city, bordering the woods outside the city, and after walking through the peach groves, it is still densely covered with cedar trees.

After walking for a while, the trees in front of me gradually thinned, and after walking for a while, a small open space appeared in front of me.

There is not a single tree in the clearing, and the surrounding trees vaguely enclose the clearing in a circle.

In the center of the clearing, there is a pile of sand piled up into a raised semicircle, and in front of the pile of sand stands a half-human high bluestone stele, which does not have a written inscription, but it is smooth and clean, and it looks like someone is cleaning it from time to time.

Yun Fengjin was shocked in his heart, this is a mausoleum! Who would have thought that there was a mausoleum hidden in this seemingly ordinary peach forest.

And the person who often cleans the mausoleum at this time, is it Wang Lao?!

Yun Fengjin naturally didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

Wang Lao stopped a few meters away from the stone monument, and the blue bird on his shoulder suddenly flapped its wings a few times and hissed softly.

"This bird is so noisy, why, did you bring a new guest today?" a lazy but cold voice came from behind the mausoleum.

Yun Fengjin trembled, and her heart was uncertain.

In this mausoleum, there really is a mausoleum keeper!

But I saw a young man in a white robe slowly get up from behind the mausoleum and walk out.

His face was like a crown of jade, but he was slightly stained with wind and dust. The black hair is shoulder-length, and there is a blue pendant hanging from the hair next to the right ear. With a long knife at his waist, it seems to be unpretentious but faintly rippling.

Wang Lao was the first to speak: "In another day, you will go up the mountain." ”

Go up the mountain? Yun Fengjin was taken aback, didn't he climb the East Mountain of Vientiane? !

The young man frowned slightly and said, "Naturally, I won't forget, but what is your intention in bringing this young man here today?"

"The two of them go up the mountain together, isn't it better to walk alone?" said Wang Lao.

Yun Fengjin's body froze suddenly, and he looked at Wang Lao with a little surprise.

The young man was also surprised, but he quickly calmed down, looked at Yun Fengjin carefully, and then said disdainfully: "The physique is thin, the breath is unstable, and those who have never practiced martial arts are just sent to death when they go up the mountain!"

When Yun Fengjin heard this, he immediately glared angrily at the young man. Maybe the words of the young man are not wrong, but the unyielding despise of others is also difficult to heal.

He was about to speak, but he saw Wang Lao say lightly: "See you under the sword! He'er, after so many years, he has no heart!"

The young man known as He'er snorted coldly, and held the knife on his waist with his backhand: "Then come! Five years of guarding the mausoleum, I haven't tried this knife frost blade!"

Yun Fengjin looked at Wang Lao with a resentful expression: "You old man, don't say anything about accepting such a knifeman, and let me hit the tip of his knife? ”

Wang Lao raised the wine jug, and said vaguely with wine in his mouth: "Didn't you hear it, he is going up the mountain, if he wins, you can also go with him, if he loses, it's a big deal to shout for the whole brother and go." It doesn't matter if you win or lose, you don't play for nothing. ”

After that, he took out a sword out of nowhere and threw it to Yun Fengjin.

Yun Fengjin reluctantly took the sword.

At this time, the young man had already stepped on the ground, and the knife was half cut out, and he galloped towards Yun Fengjin.

The distance of several meters was instantaneous, and the young man drew his knife violently, bringing out a burst of power, and slashed down with a knife.

Yun Fengjin raised his sword to block, but the blade of the sword only rubbed lightly on the blade, Yun Fengjin was about to turn around, and slashed the sword to the young man's waist with the strength of his waist.

The blade suddenly stopped, hanging a few inches from Yun Fengjin's back.

The blade of the sword also stopped, only an inch away from the young man's waist.

Neither of them made a move.

Wang Lao looked at it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there were a few smiles and deep thoughts in his mouth.

Yun Fengjin was also secretly fortunate at this time, if it wasn't for the fact that he saw the old guy dancing the sword last night and realized it, he really wouldn't have been able to use this sword. Besides, this move is just an unguardable occasional move, and there is absolutely no second chance.

The young man took the lead in putting away the knife, and put it behind his back in a dashing manner, and the knife went into the sheath, "Climb the mountain when it's ugly tomorrow, and don't wait for it!"

After saying that, the figure gradually dispersed like an afterimage, and disappeared in an instant.

Yun Fengjin also felt a little in the dark at this time, "Old thing, I was so inexplicably dragged here by you, and I got lucky to draw with a guy who guarded the mausoleum and practiced swords for five years, and you will teach me to climb the mountain tomorrow......"

Wang Lao waved his hand again and again, intercepting the conversation: "Don't worry, haven't you lost yet, and you still have so many grievances......"

Then he glanced into the flask, "There's still half a jug of wine, just to tell you about it." ”

"You have heard of the three famous knives from five years ago. "The seriousness of the king.

Yun Fengjin squinted his eyes slightly and bowed slightly.

The facts of that case were known to the whole world, and he had heard the old guy mention it.

"The Shangguan family is here in the three northwestern states, and it has declined. Who knew that there was a genius with extremely exquisite knife skills. At the age of twenty-three, he went down to Jiangnan Province alone and took the third of the world's famous swords, and the Shangguan family rose from then on. But just when the swordsman inherited his family and was at his most popular, the Shangguan family was almost wiped out overnight. ”

Wang Lao paused and took a deep sip of wine.

"Three thousand private troops raided, random arrows were fired, swords and swords were shadowed, the Shangguan clan was nine out of ten, and the head of the family sacrificed the Ming knife with blood, and fought until the meridians of the whole body were broken to save a few heirs. ”

Yun Fengjin suddenly remembered something, and said in a trembling voice: "Elder Wang, didn't you say that the young man just now ......."

"Yes," Wang Lao sighed, "one of the three famous knives was destroyed that day, and one was missing, and there was still a Lingchen knife, which was worn on the waist of this Shangguan He." ”

"That day he fled to the city, covered in scars, and the old man, I knew a little bit of medicine, so I helped him heal his wounds. Later, he erected a tomb for his father here and swore to guard the tomb for five years. During this period, some Vientiane contemplators knew that they were willing to accept him as a disciple, but he also refused. Now that the five-year term is over, he will go up to the mountain. ”

"If I fight hard with him, I'm afraid I will lose with one move. Since he is going up the mountain, then I will go with him, and if I am lucky, I may see which master will take a fancy to me. Yun Feng Jin said.

Wang Lao smiled and said, "If you are willing to practice swords with your heart, the future is immeasurable." ”

Yun Fengjin smiled helplessly: "It seems that you are drunk again." Then you will enjoy the breeze here for a while, and I will go first. ”

Wang Lao was silent, and silently poured a large sip of wine.

Yun Fengjin immediately stood on the ground with the sword in his hand and walked away along the same path.

"The kid is still a little simpler-minded. In the forest, a figure slowly walked out, dressed in white.

Who is it, but it's not Tianxun!

Wang Lao casually threw away the wine jug and didn't squint: "Maybe it's time, Tianxun Lao'er." ”

Tianxun said lightly: "How long do you have to hide!"

Wang Lao said: "What about you? Not like that? In this game of chess, I am just a chess piece, and everyone has their own needs. And Yun Fengjin is your dead chess. You can't keep him!"

Tianxun was silent, and only looked at Wang Lao coldly.

In the middle of the night, Tianxun's figure suddenly disappeared into the forest.

"It's just that Yun Fengjin is dead, and I can't drink such a good wine, it's a pity, it's a pity. Wang Lao sighed.

He looked deep into the woods and was silent.

Deeper in the mausoleum, there seemed to be a silver light flickering suddenly.

......

Yunfeng Jin walks in the bazaar.

He leisurely watched the passers-by, his hands resting on his head.

What kind of scene will it be when you go up the mountain tomorrow? It's just that your own swordsmanship has just begun to develop, and it will be in vain.

At this moment, a figure suddenly swept out of the corner of the street and walked quickly.

Yun Fengjin was still in the middle of his mind, but he saw a figure bumping into him because he couldn't stop his steps.

He felt a faint pain in his head as if he had been hit hard, and a soft, fragrant fragrance lingered in front of his nose.

A veiled hat landed in front of him, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it.

But the texture of the yarn is delicate, and the word "Ling" is embroidered on it.

Yun Fengjin looked up and saw a woman in a green robe covering her head and secretly suffering pain, wearing a sword with blue light flowing all over her waist.

At this time, the wind and snow become more urgent, and it is common for some women to wear hats and veils.

At this time, the woman also raised her head, and when she saw that her hat was held by Yun Fengjin in her hand, her cheeks suddenly flew red, and there was a faint hint of panic.