"Little sister, what's your name?" Qiu Fengyang asked softly as he put the big bag of matches beside him.

The little girl showed a cute smile and said, "My name is Bai Liuxing, Streamer Firefly, and I'm eight years old this year——"

"That's a nice name. Qiu Fengyang smiled.

"Big brother, the black sword in your left hand should be my sister's saber. Bai Liuying tilted her head and said, "Although I have never seen my sister, nor have I seen her draw her sword, but I have seen this sword in my dream, and my whole body is as black as the canopy of the night." ”

"This sword is called a streamer, a streamer of years. Qiu Fengyang said, "Your sister is an interesting person. ”

Bai Liuying's eyes widened and asked, "What is the name of the eldest brother?"

"I'm sure you've already guessed it. ”

Bai Liuying covered her mouth with her hands, her long black waist-length hair fluttered in the cold wind, she didn't know whether she was surprised or scared, she whispered in a trembling voice: "Big brother is the Sword Hero of the Tree Country Qiu Fengyang?"

Qiu Fengyang nodded, "The sunshine in the autumn wind, the sword on my back is the sword of blessing, as powerful as your sister's streamer." ”

"Wow-" Hakuru exclaimed enviously, "If only I could be a swordsman when I grow up, so I can go to a lot of places-"

Qiu Fengyang didn't expect that this young girl would have a swordsman's dream, in her he seemed to see the shadow of Bai Meiluo, twenty years ago at the foot of the Blue Flower Mountain, it was a girl who made the two of them embark on the road of swordsman.

"You really look like your sister. Qiu Fengyang said, "Your sister is very powerful, not worse than me, if she is still alive, she must be a first-class master." ”

The snow in the dark night sky is getting heavier and heavier, and the entire Maple Leaf Harbor has become a world covered in silver, and Qiu Fengyang and Bai Liuying are standing under the street lamp and talking to each other sentence by sentence. Passers-by all turned their heads curiously to take a look, and then continued on their way, and it was a very strange sight for a wandering swordsman and a little match girl to talk together.

Qiu Fengyang asked Bai Liuying, "How is your father's illness?"

Bai Liuying sighed, this young girl was bent over by the cruel life before she had time to experience the warmth of the family, "Father's illness is already very serious, and when the cold winter arrives in December, the condition deteriorates more and more, and the doctor invited yesterday said that if he can survive this week, he will still be saved." ”

"Your father is so sick, why don't you go back quickly?" Qiu Fengyang asked, "Besides, the matches have been sold out, so you should go back to see your father." ”

Bai Liuying shook her head, "Since my mother passed away, my father didn't want to see me, and when he saw me, he would beat me and scold me, and I could only go back when he fell asleep, otherwise I would not be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning because of the injuries on my body-" Bai Liuying quietly lowered her head, her delicate body caused by malnutrition was frozen red in the cold wind, it was hard to imagine how hard it has been for such a little girl in the past few years, "If I fall, my father will no longer have to rely on, and only when I am alive will there be someone to take care of my father." Dad turned out to be such a person, when Mom was still alive, he was a very healthy and good person, Mom was seriously ill and died, and Dad's heart was buried. ”

Qiu Fengyang was silent, stood up and walked towards the gate of the Seventh Hotel, the tall and majestic stone lions on both sides stared at the front.

"Big brother, are you leaving?" Bai Liuying seemed a little reluctant, but he didn't have any reason to let Qiu Fengyang stay. Although she is not a powerful spiritualist and knows nothing about the spiritual world, she knows that Qiu Fengyang is a famous sword master, and if he is leaving, who will be able to keep him?

Qiu Fengyang was a little surprised, his long golden hair fluttered in the cold night, he clutched the years of streamer, the blessing sword on his back was covered with white snow, and the bag of matches in his right hand was as heavy as a mountain.

Shuguo Jianhao, the inheritor of the Sword of Blessing, turned back for a little girl who sold matches. He knew that Bai Liuying had his own life, and they were not all the way after all, but he saw Bai Meiluo's shadow on Bai Liuying's body. He wanted to do more for Bai Liuying, as a way to make amends for the mistakes he had made.

Seeing Qiu Fengyang turn around, Bai Liuying hurriedly took a few steps forward, put his little hand on his chest and exhaled hot air, and smiled: "Brother Qiu, if you have the opportunity, can you teach me swordsmanship?" I hope that I can become a top swordsman like my sister, I want to go to the end of the world to see——"

"I want to go to the end of the world and see the day when the snow is in full bloom. Qiu Fengyang can never forget this sentence, which is like a steel seal of thought in his mind. But what about when the snow falls?

Qiu Fengyang smiled, his smile was as warm as the sun in the autumn wind, "Of course, after this Thunder Island operation, I will come back to teach you swordsmanship." He picked up the time streamer in his left hand, squinted his eyes and said, "When the time comes, I will give you your sister's streamer, hoping that you can replace her and become a sword maniac in the tree country." ”

"Become a sword maniac in the Tree Country-" Bai Liuying kept babbling, this was something he couldn't think of. Having lived in hunger and poverty all her life, her only ideal is to have enough to eat and take care of her father, whose heart has died. As for learning swordsmanship, it's just a passion generated by listening to my father's occasional talk about my sister Bai Meiluo's past. It wasn't until she saw Qiu Fengyang today that she wanted to become a swordsman, a top swordsman like her sister Bai Meiluo.

"Liuying, you haven't answered my question just now, how are you going to use this one hundred and fifty yuan?"

Bai Liuying looked at Qiu Fengyang dumbfounded, and for a while she was still immersed in the fantasy of becoming a sword maniac.

Qiu Fengyang squatted down and patted her on the shoulder, and said gently: "Whether you sell matches or spiritual lanterns, I am your most loyal customer, so you must wait for me to come back-"

Bai Liuying nodded desperately, not knowing if it was an illusion or what, standing beside Qiu Fengyang, he seemed to have become a sword hero, "I will, I will always wait for you-"

Bai Liuying picked up her own things in the snow, bowed deeply to the autumn wind and sun, and then ran along Geumgang Avenue through the thick snow. Before he could say goodbye to Bai Liuying, the little guy had already disappeared, and the autumn wind looked at the place where she disappeared, and the night shrouded Maple Leaf Harbor, and the thick snow was covered with large and small footprints, and the neat spiritual lights illuminated the streets. The gray shawls on Qiu Fengyang's whole body fluttered in the wind, and the pedestrians on the side of the road looked at him with strange eyes, and the matches in his hands still had the temperature of white fireflies.

Could this be the will of heaven? Qiu Fengyang looked at the black streamer on his left hand, as if Bai Meiluo was standing beside him, her long snow-white hair fluttering. The Seventh Hotel behind him was bustling, and the number of people coming in and out began to increase, and these people were so-called night owls, sleeping during the day and coming out at night. In their eyes, Qiu Fengyang was just an ordinary wandering swordsman, and no one would have thought that this young man was the famous Shuguo swordsman Qiu Fengyang.

When he turned around and was about to enter the Seventh Hotel, a powerful spiritual power came from the distance of Jinjiang Avenue.

Qiu Fengyang's pupils suddenly dilated, and he secretly exclaimed: "It's not good, that direction is-" Between the lightning and flint, a cold wind blew, and Qiu Fengyang's figure disappeared at the door of the Seventh Hotel. "What's going on?" The people of the Seventh Hotel looked at each other, not knowing what had just happened, and the swordsman with the black sword in his hand disappeared in an instant.

While everyone was still confused, Qiu Fengyang had already advanced hundreds of meters, and he rushed forward as fast as he could. This unusual fluctuation of spiritual power was definitely not simple, although it was only a moment, but Qiu Fengyang knew that this person's strength was definitely not below him, and there were only a few people in the Holy Alliance who could reach this level.

Spirit Weapon Inheritor - This is the first thing that Qiu Fengyang thought of, the Sword Immortal Qi Yunming of the Snow Country, the Red Map of the Beast Country's 'Cavalry on the Wolf', the Quicksand Walker Wan Jiang of the Sand Country, the Red Lotus Withered Poison and Cold Fan of the Fog Country, the Card Master Agnes, the Hand of the Sky of the Tree Country Hua Ze, and the blood-colored body of the Dragon Country Gu Monroe that he has been looking for. As the inheritors of the ancient spirit weapons, they all have terrifying powers, and the coalition forces of Operation Thunder Island are assembled in Maple Leaf Harbor, and the inheritors who may come here should be involved in this operation, and the only ones that are calculated are the hand of the firmament of the tree country, the inheritor of the bow of the phantom dragon bone, Hua Ze, and the blood-colored body of the dragon country, and the lord of the magic armor, Gu Monroe.

Qiu Fengyang frowned, this powerful spiritual power fluctuation was going in the direction of Bai Liuying, it was impossible for the gentleman Hua Ze to attack a little girl, the only possibility would only be Gu Monro.

Qiu Fengyang took a breath of cool air, if it was really Gu Monroe, it meant that he was going to attack himself, ten years ago, in the battle of the Holy Helmet Valley, Qiu Fengyang beat Gu Monro to a serious injury through the possession of the sword spirit, and he must have been looking for himself in the past ten years.

The scattered houses on both sides of the street flashed quickly in front of his eyes, tracing the remaining spiritual power tracks, and the autumn wind and sun turned one street after another, the lights gradually dimmed, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. Finally he stopped at a crossroads, and it was here that the spiritual power fluctuations disappeared-

Qiu Fengyang found that there were still deep and shallow footprints of Bai Liuying on the snow, and all the way over, the footprints changed from dense to sparse, indicating that she had quickened her pace, and she must be running away or chasing something. The atmosphere around was very strange, there was such a deserted place in the Maple Leaf Harbor, the huge street was empty, only I stood in the middle of the crossroads.

His intuition told him that something had happened to Bai Liuying.

The heavy snow in December falls from the sky like goose feathers, and the stars can still be seen twinkling in the sky in the autumn breeze next to the bright street lamps. But at this time, he was not in the mood to appreciate the glitter of the stars and the beautiful moonlight, and his mind was full of white fireflies. She is Bai Meiluo's sister, she is in an accident because of herself, Qiu Fengyang has not thought about anything else in the past ten years except revenge, this is the first time he has crossed paths for another person like this.

The dark years of the streamer are not unsheathed, and it seems to be waiting for the best time to defeat the enemy with one move. The white blessed sword on his back was wrapped in a thin white cloth, and Qiu Fengyang would not pull out his strongest sword until it was absolutely necessary.

Wait, a little girl who sells matches will not hurt others, and presumably no one will embarrass her. However, it would be different if this person was Gu Monro, who was a madman, known as the strongest warrior in the alliance and the most difficult madman in the Holy Alliance. Ten years ago, Gu Monro hunted him and Bai Meiluo to the Valley of the Holy Helm, and they fought for a whole day. Ancient Monroe was a man who would not give up until he achieved his goals, and he would stop at nothing to achieve them.

Qiu Fengyang carefully observed the surroundings, his long golden hair fluttering in the cold wind, the gray shawl was gently raised, time had stopped, and the space seemed to freeze.

At the moment when the white snowflakes fell on the hilt of the Streamer of Time, a mountain-like armor appeared twenty meters behind him. The silvery-white armor was covered in melted snow and emitted a metallic sheen under the illumination of the Psionic Lamp. His iron-clad hands pressed against the shoulders of the delicate little girl in front of him, and the little girl's eyes were full of fear, the tears in the corners of her eyes froze into ice flowers, her long black hair was scattered behind her, and she stood shivering in the snow in thin clothes.

Qiu Fengyang turned around, his calm gaze lost color, and the silver-white armor was the person he had been looking for for ten years—the blood-colored body, the ancient Monroe. And the little girl in front of him is Bai Meiluo's sister, Bai Liuying.