The droplets of water that had been accumulating on the rock face for an unknown period of time finally broke free from the rock.

The water droplets condense very slowly, and even so, a water depression forms at the lower end of the rock wall.

The water concave is really shallow, and the water droplets splash and fall on Yusheng's face next to the water concave.

In the darkness, Yusheng's splashed face twitched twice.

His fingers clenched at the cold rock beneath his body and he stood up.

Where there was light, a gentle breeze kept coming in, and the breeze did not wake him up quickly.

Yusheng didn't bother to discern where he was, and at the moment he had only one thought in his heart - lying down in the sun.

Soon, Yusheng smelled the residual fragrance of orchids.

"You're still missing him?"

Through the thick stone wall, the old master's voice reached Yusheng's ears.

He was asking Qingwen what he was saying, and at the same time, he deliberately meant it to Yusheng.

Yusheng didn't hear Qingwen's answer, but he heard Qingwen's footsteps leaving, and it was not difficult to judge that Qingwen had successfully entered the second stage of the neighborhood-asking.

He knows better than anyone that Qingwen is facing his saddest hurdle - his lover, since the two of them lived in a hut in the pine forest of the North Cliff, Yusheng knew that Qingwen would go around for a while at this stage.

"Are you going to stay in there forever?" said the old master, passing in through the vent.

Yusheng didn't answer, but the old master saw the expression on his face, and the old master clearly sensed what he meant—if I don't come out, what will I do on the floating mountain?"

So, I don't have to answer your question.

"Hahaha......"

Yu Sheng didn't expect the old master to react like this.

"Jingge's study has been empty, if you want to ......"

Jingge is the place where the old masters of Fushan lived in the past dynasties, located on the Sima Terrace, it is the tallest building in Fushan, where you can overlook the entire Fushan peaks and the place where the disciples practice swords.

The book house can be said to occupy the best position in the Jing Pavilion, where the sun can shine from morning to night.

On weekdays, only the old master went through some old files.

Even his messenger could not go in without his permission.

The old master waited for Yusheng's reply, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end, and he planned to continue to be silent at this time.

"If he wants to, he'll go. ”

The old master could only persuade himself to leave in this way.

In order not to run into Qingwen, Yusheng chose to start climbing the mountain after the sun set.

......

At that time, the night was quiet, and the deacon of Gufeng did not find Yusheng and Qingwen.

At this height, the wind was much softer, and the clouds were not so hurried.

Yusheng is on the road.

In addition to the occasional alpine willow or two, there are only wild grasses with slightly stronger vitality on the cliff wall, which looks more desolate at night.

Not all Fushan disciples have been able to reach this height, even if they have successfully broken the mirror.

Maybe it's the old master's "kindness" again, Yusheng walked as easily as below during the period.

He didn't want to look at the things above his head, but when he walked to a high mountain willow, he followed the willow branches that pointed straight to the sky, but he still looked at the galaxy.

This alpine willow is not like an ordinary willow tree, which hangs its long branches to the ground, and each of its branches sprouts out towards the endless sky.

Yusheng didn't stay long, and continued to walk towards this Jing Pavilion.

......

Respect the pavilion, the clouds are always under the attic.

At this time, if you look down, you can see the dark valley between the north cliff and the east peak.

For thousands of years, the swordsmen of Fushan who passed away and flew beyond the nine heavens, and the swords that followed them all their lives were "buried" here after they left.

At this time, it was the peak of the sword soul.

The disciples who just came up would not choose to practice the sword at night, most of them out of fear of Sword Valley.

Yu Sheng looked at the sword intent in the sky above the dark Sword Valley, and the mysterious power in his heart rippled for a while.

I don't know if I'm remembering something, or if I feel like I've been here too long.

Anyway, it must not be a fear of the sword intent in the Sword Valley, Yu Sheng threw off his sleeves and turned to leave.

This action seems slightly redundant.

Instead of speeding up, he walked more slowly......

At this time, Jing Ge can already see it.

The clouds suddenly thickened here.

Continue onwards, through the clouds, and further up, it is not a place where anyone can go if they want to.

Suddenly, a man appeared behind him.

"It's so late......"

Qingwen knew what he wanted in the second half of the sentence - you came out so late.

"It's been two years!"

yes, two years have passed.

On the other hand, looking at his own sea of thoughts, Yusheng had no reason to turn back at this time.

The two of them stood like this.

Yusheng looked at the Jing Pavilion close at hand in the clouds.

Qingwen looked at Yusheng's back......

In the distance, in the night, the old master and Xue Yang both looked at the two teenagers.

The wind was soft, but Qingwen felt a little chilly.

"Moo-"

Out of nowhere, there was the sound of a green ox.

The old master's cow has been released to Qingshan many years ago, and only Beitang Yi and a green cow are still in the whole Fushan Mountain.

Qingwen's cry woke up Qingwen, and he silently turned around and took his sword back to the courtyard of no return.

Yu Sheng took another step, and the two sword shadows in the distance left one after another.

......

The scholar with drooping hair next to the stone steps was sleeping soundly, and Yusheng went straight up the stone steps without looking at it.

As soon as one foot landed on the stone steps, he slowly walked over and asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes:

"Where do you come from, where do you go?"

Yu Sheng smiled in his heart, thinking about "It's also concise".

Without waiting for Yu Sheng to turn his head, he smiled and said:

"It's you!"

It's a little interesting.,It's much more lively than Qingwen.。

This may be the only thing that Yusheng has made him smile for more than ten years.

"Come with me. "Ho Ho took the initiative to bring it in front.

There was no conversation between the two along the way, but they didn't feel embarrassed by each other.

"I can only get here, you can go by yourself!" Ho Ho pointed to the "bridge" made of a log in front of him.

If you look closer, the log will even turn slowly in the wind.

Looking back, Ho Ho has long been gone.

At this time, the east is whitish.

The clouds and mist are like torn cotton wool, slowly rising in front of you......

In the blink of an eye, the rising sun has inlaid a golden edge on the lonely peak and the sea of clouds.

The log became more slippery after being "soaked" in the clouds, and Yu Sheng simply walked barefoot.

On the log, you can see the bottom of the mountain at a glance.

A cold wind hit the center of the foot, and the whole person seemed to be electrocuted, and the chill instantly spread from the center of the foot to the whole body.

At the same time, there seemed to be hands in front of and behind him, and a great river that was more turbulent than the floating water roared through......

If you are a person with an unstable mind, you have already been taken away by this kind of delusion.

From the first foot landing on the log to the two feet landing on the mud floor next to the study, Yusheng never used his mental power to protect his body.

Falling from here can be longer than falling on the stone flat halfway up the west peak.

When he came to the study of the old masters of the Fushan Sect, what attracted Yusheng's attention was not the good wood and fine craftsmanship used in the attic, let alone the carefully selected nuts.

These curiosities had long been expected by him

He was alone in the rattan chair and the sunlight that filled the clearing.

As the old master expected, Yu Sheng did not go into the study to look through those precious old volumes, nor did he take the nuts on the plate.

This lie is a whole.

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