The mist on the river had not yet cleared, and the drifting girls began to walk towards the river one after another, carrying buckets of clothes to be washed.

On the edge of the water, the cloaked boy reappeared. Only this time he was alone, and he didn't have a purple bamboo cane in his hand.

There are too many drifting girls in this kind of picture, and most of them can guess that these teenagers who have been standing by the river for a long time want to cross the river.

But the drifting girls don't understand why they want to be here like stakes when the ferry is no longer here.

In many years, they had never seen anyone step over the floating water.

"I thought he wouldn't show up like everyone else?"

"I don't know where he's been these days, I haven't seen him for a while. A few months ago I saw a white light fly out of the valley behind me, and then disappear on the surface of the river......"

The laundry place of the drifting girls was not far from where Qingwen stood, and he could hear their voices clearly.

However, at this time, he had no intention of listening to the conversation of these village women, looking at the floating water, Qingwen was still thinking about what happened last night.

......

"You kid really know how to pick a place, the scenery here is much more beautiful than the thatched hut on the north cliff!" The bamboo leaves in the air had not yet fallen, and the old master was already standing in front of Qingwen with his back to him.

Qingwen knew that she would not be able to hide it from the old master if she failed that day.

It's just that he didn't expect the old master to come to him in person, but I have to say that his level of finding people is too poor.

"Fushan needs you, and so do the cultivators in the world. The old master turned around and said something very empty.

Qingwen still didn't speak, his eyes were closed, he had only focused on one thing in the past few years since he went up the floating mountain.

"Tomorrow the dragoon will come to patrol the river, and you will go up the mountain with him...... You know, I wasn't the only one who knew you had fallen that day......"

The old master looked at the hut, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say it.

Qingwen didn't bother to ask. On that day, Gu Ying said that he was admitted to Donglin Academy, and he knew that this place belonged to Donglin Academy. It is no coincidence that Gu Ying saved him.

......

When passing through the misty purple bamboo forest in the early morning, looking at the black and bright purple bamboo row in front of him, Qingwen suddenly had an attachment to these things in front of him, which he had never felt for many years.

Every bamboo seems to have its own blood flowing in it, and every drop of dew wraps its inexhaustible mental power.

He watched as the mist drifted through the bamboo forest, and the power of somewhere caused them to condense on the bamboo, and then flow towards the bamboo into rich dewdrops.

"It's a robbery!" Qingwen exclaimed excitedly.

His sudden exclamation shook off thousands of dews on the bamboo leaves.

He gave up his previous plan to fill the sea of thoughts and then go up the floating mountain, so he strode towards the floating water in the morning dew of the purple bamboo forest.

......

The drifting girls all left the river, and the dragoon walked towards Qingwen at a seemingly extremely slow pace.

"I've been here twice in the past year, and I'm afraid I'd never have met you here unless the old master told me. ”

The dragoon apparently thought he had flown away, and even had a look of surprise on Qingwen's face at the first glance.

"Which road in Fushan is the most dangerous?"

Seeing that the dragoon was about to use his sword to inspect him, Qingwen said expressionlessly: "Don't look at it, I haven't broken the mirror, and the sea of thoughts hasn't been filled yet!"

Looking at his puzzled expression, Qingwen added:

"You're right, I'm going to walk the most difficult mountain. ”

As he spoke, night had fallen, and the river was once again covered with a thick mist, and suddenly a terrible aura permeated the river beach.

In the past, whether alone or walking in another world, the dragoons would leave the floating water before nightfall.

Today, he wanted to stand with Qingwen for a while.

The two of them stood silently on the river beach, no one spoke, and even the snort caused by their breathing was pressed to the bottom.

It wasn't until the moon came up that they both left and rushed to Fushan.

The wind gradually cooled down, and the clouds and mist increased.

In a sea of golden clouds, like a sharp sword, standing proudly in it is the lone peak of the main peak of Fushan.

In front of the no-return courtyard on the main peak, Yama Xi had just returned from his sword, and was resting under a high mountain willow at this time.

Suddenly, a sword light from the southeast pierced the sea of clouds and flew towards the foot of the West Peak.

The blade of the sword pierces through the clouds and the sea, although the mental power is not as calm as the old master and not as strong as Xue Yang, it is also clean and neat.

There is only one person in Fushan who has this sword edge.

"It's Brother Dragoon who is back...... Yamaki muttered to himself, pulling his eyes back from the tips of the buds spit out from the willow branches.

Now he is a disciple of the old master and the old master, and he is ordered by the master to practice in the No Return Academy, and is temporarily supervised by the dean, Yu Xuanji.

"Shanxi, go and bring out that pot of bluegrass, the sun is about to go down. Yu Xuanji didn't know where to make a sound.

"Senior Aunt, the Lancao disciple has already brought it out. ”

This Yu Xuanji only told Yama Xi the mantra of the stone room, and from then on, Yama Xi himself entered the stone chamber and practiced according to the petroglyphs on the stone wall.

On weekdays, she ordered Shan Xi to put the orchid grass she picked back from the mountain stream of Yunying Mountain to bathe in the sunset under the alpine willows.

The orchid is nourished by the setting sun every day, and the thin gold edges of the leaves become more and more dazzling.

Just as Yama Xi answered Yu Xuanji's words, the dragoon sent Qingwen into the mountain.

......

At the foot of the floating mountain, the wet mist turned into a thin layer of frost due to the arrival of night, and Qingwen's ears were red from the cold.

The dragoon didn't understand why Qingwen chose this path, as no one had ever descended from the foot of the West Peak in his memory.

"This time there is no Uncle Xue Yang's help, you have to be careful!" I don't know if the dragoon is worried or ......

Hearing him say this, Qingwen's face showed an unpredictable smile.

Looking at Qingwen who disappeared into the mist, the dragoon could have left, but he was still standing in place.

Could it be that he was waiting for Qingwen to retreat?

Yamaki on the summit only saw the dragoon standing alone at the foot of the mountain, and he didn't see Qingwen who returned to Fushan again.

On a piece of bluestone on Lone Peak, the old master and Xue Yang both looked at the foot of the mountain, and they also heard what the dragoon had just said.

"Senior brother, do you think he can do it?" The old master, who had always been more optimistic about Qingwen, suddenly had no bottom on him.

Xue Yang didn't seem to hear the old master's words, because he saw Qingwen do something that made him very puzzled.

"He wants to be freehanded?!" Xue Yang didn't believe his eyes a little, rubbed his eyes vigorously and continued:

"I'm going to have to stop him from doing that, he's going to fall off a cliff and break his bones. ”

As he spoke, Xue Yang's fingertip sword intent had risen.

At this time, the old master recalled and saw the purple bamboo where Qingwen stayed in the purple bamboo forest.

"No, let him go. ”

"This?!"

In the blink of an eye, the old master left Qingshi, leaving Xue Yang alone to look at Qingwen on the mountainside of the West Mountain.

......

Qingwen put one hand on a piece of gravel that looked extremely unstable, turned her head to look behind her, and said with a smile:

"It's not high enough. ”

As soon as the words fell, the cold wind hit, and the gravel broke away from the mountain in an instant, and Qingwen began to fall down with the gravel in her hand.

Falling, what he is already familiar with can no longer be familiar.

Listening to the cold wind whistling in my ears, at this moment, I was as hot as when my fingertips were pierced and bleeding.

In mid-air, Qingwen struggled to twist her body, so that her face was down, and she whispered silently in her heart:

"Those people on the hill don't interfere. ”

As he wished, no one on the mountain stretched out his hand to him, a nosy rattan.

After nightfall, the cold winds on the west peak will be many times stronger than at other times.

Taking advantage of the wind, Qingwen was thrown to a dwarf pine on the cliff wall that had not grown new leaves for many years.

The cold wind continued to rage, and the dwarf pines made a terrible cracking sound from time to time.

There is a mantra mixed in with the cracking sound.

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