After a day off, it was the second day.

The spring and autumn are in vain, but the white paper is yellow.

On this day, Wu Xiazhao, the pavilion master of Longyu Pavilion, poured water into the round hall, and before entering the round hall, he ordered everyone to be sure to put on their clothes and hats neatly.

Wu Shuang and Meteor personally sent the necessary clothes for the disciples of Longyu Pavilion, and on top of a light green coat was a peach hairpin and violet hairband. Wu Shuang arrived outside the curtain tent and said, "Miss, just put your clothes on the table outside." ”

“…… All right. Wu Shuang put down the clothes sent after a long time, her willow eyes contained the hidden spring light, and her steps were also reluctant, and when the wind blew through the light gauze curtain, her lotus steps took a step outward.

When the water suddenly opened the curtain with a "bang", she suddenly turned around and walked quickly.

Shui Ran immediately pulled the innermost layer of black yarn to cover his privacy, and changed his clothes without hurry.

Soon, after everything was in order, after taking the Sword Righteousness Sutra that the disciples of Longyu Pavilion had to read every day, he stepped out of the threshold with a refreshed face, preparing to go to the Round Hall, where all the disciples gathered and taught in the morning.

Meteor and Wu Shuang also changed their costumes today, and they seemed to have arrived, adding a little thriving scene to Longyu Pavilion.

As a newly recruited disciple of Longyu Pavilion a year ago, Meteor can only stand in the back, and the rows in front are all the old disciples of Longyu Pavilion, many disciples have been here in Longyu Pavilion for five or six years, and some have even been practicing martial arts here since they were twelve or thirteen years old.

The door of the round hall was open, and Dumping Water quietly followed behind the little milk bag, he really had never seen such a big scene, not to mention that he was always told by the little milk bag that he was pouring water, really don't say it, he didn't believe this sentence at all, according to his ability, he was a nobody.

"Brother Shui Ran, why are you standing behind me?" The little milk turned her head back suddenly, and spoke in a suppressed voice, for fear of disturbing the orderly silence here.

Seeing that Dumping Ran pretended not to know anything, she had no choice but to shut up.

In fact, he knew it - he wouldn't be a dream city chaluo, he couldn't do it with a lowly-level spear and stick, could this be the material for making a sword?

The round hall was full of people in light blue clothes, and the air pressure in the hall suddenly decreased, and a loud call came from the high seat—

The person sitting on the hall of the "Shaluo ......" is the head of the Longyu Pavilion - Wu Xia.

Dumping Shui Ran didn't react, before and after, people on the left, left and right were all anxious for him, and some people thought, why didn't there be any movement at all...... Some people wonder if their brains were frozen by the cold ice when they woke up, after all, the ice taken out of the ice cave has not melted for thousands of years!

The little milk bag couldn't help but stretch out the slender jade hand that had already withdrawn the fat and pulled the corner of Brother Shui Ran's clothes beside him, such a loud voice, Brother Shui Ran couldn't hear it?

"Pouring water, is the water there?" Wu Xia asked.

"Brother, I'm calling you!" The little milk bag tugged at the poured clothes again, reminding him.

"I ...... I'm not pouring water, I don't understand what you're saying, I, I just know that I woke up from the ice coffin, and I don't know anything else. Dumping Shui Ran was silent for a long time, and stood up alone, that handsome appearance that did not change was indeed the second son of Dump himself, how could it not be? I couldn't help but have a reverie for everyone present......

Before, he had been burying his body in this pile of people with his head down because he was worried that they would call him out, but now he stood up, his posture was erect, and he was completely charming, and it was even more obvious when he wore that clean and close-fitting clothes.

"Shara, whether you admit it or not, you are now, and ...... Now that you have woken up from your dream, you are shouldering the burden of your body, and you have no right to shirk it. Wu Xia's eyes were like torches, and she hit Shui Ran's body and face fiercely, making him suddenly fall into worry.

I said...... I'm not, I'm not! Dumping Shui Ran suddenly bypassed the figures of all the senior brothers and sisters, junior sisters and younger brothers, ran out, and circled around the sacred tree, so that his head was sober and sober, but what to say, he was not another person, he couldn't recall any deeds about Dumping Shuiran......

He clutched his head as if the inside of his head had exploded, causing him great pain.

That...... So who is he?

In the round hall, the heads of the disciples poked in and out were immediately retracted, and everyone began to prepare for the morning class one after another, putting on incense, refreshing their minds, putting on the sword scriptures, and reciting them in unison, while Wu Shuang sat at the front table to take the lead.

Wu Shuang couldn't ignore the situation just now when he suddenly ran out of the round hall, and he couldn't get rid of the chaotic distractions that suddenly sprouted in his heart.

Although she knew that it was all a vain attempt, she couldn't help but try, the moment she started as a friend, she had already fallen into the abyss of pain, but there was still a certain distance from the end.

Now, she is on the verge of pain. Although my heart was cut very painfully by reality, I still didn't give up and didn't let go as always.

After the round hall was dispersed, all the disciples had to compete and train in the courtyard.

Wu Shuang held the sword to find someone, and finally saw the shadow of the pouring water, it turned out that he was sitting under the big tree in a daze, his slender fingers lazily drooped under his knees, and sprinkled bright and mottled points of light from the sacred tree, illuminating his side very beautifully, and the wind that slipped over the trunk seemed to return to his embrace, attached to his breath and taste, coveting all this, and did not intend to let go at all.

"Hey!" Wu Shuang stepped forward, intending to open her heart for the first time and reconcile with her stubborn and selfish self in the past, "Can I sit down with you?" ”

Dumping replied to her unexpectedly, "Of course you can." ”

In the bottom of my heart, I was thinking about other things, more precisely, about my life experience and more past events, but I couldn't think of anything at all, just like the white cloud in the sky in front of me, the cloud dissipated, and there was nothing left.

Wu Shuang couldn't find any topics to talk to him, he could relieve the sorrow in his heart at this time, and he thought of the only thing, but ...... I'm afraid he doesn't want to talk about amnesia at the moment!

"Hey, I said......" Wu Shuang suddenly looked at his face, and the time was suddenly frozen in that second, time flies, but the touching and beauty of the past have not changed at all.

She saw that there was no reaction to the pouring water, so she buried her head and held her breath quietly, tears swept through her heart, and shallow ripples were formed in the circle.

"Hey, you might be able to use the Qiongyu Sword and ...... by your side That puppet found its former self......" The moment Wu Shuang lowered his eyebrows, he remembered this incident.

Shui Ran blinked, and the wind flew like snow in the deep pupils, and the sword slashed his hair.

"In short, everyone from the moment they wake up, it is a new beginning, no matter what we were like before, we must forget the past, grasp the present, and meet a better future."

Wu Shuang continued to smile and said, with a mixture of sadness and brightness, "Because every day is a new day, no matter who remembers it or not......"

"I see, thank you." Pouring water and getting up, Wu Shuang didn't have time to react, I really didn't expect a person's healing ability to be so strong, perhaps, it is not difficult to forget the past.

"I'm definitely going to get stronger, no matter what my old self looked like."

Meteor saw through the gap between the man with whom she had swords, and he skimmed off his previous sorrow, darkness, frustration, and grief, and seemed to pass from darkness to light.

In order to live in Longyu Pavilion for a long time, and hide her eyes and ears, she must bury her past and throw the past skillful and theoretically mature meteor swordsmanship to the ends of the earth - all in order to pour water, the only belief in her heart.

Wu Shuang followed behind, and couldn't help but blush a little, but she could only silently look at it from afar.

Wu Shuang and Dumping Shui Ran seemed to go to the pavilion master's side, one in front of the other, one left and one right.

After Shui Ran thought it through, he planned to ask Wu Xia for advice, and he was willing to stay in the Longyu Pavilion in the future and be a disciple of the Longyu Pavilion.

In the deep alleyway, there was no one around, only Wu Shuang, Wu Xia, and those who humbly sought advice.

"Boy, what questions do you want to ask?" Wu Xia took his hand, the simple gray robe hit her, her eyes were fixed, no matter whether the person in front of him had lost his memory or not, he had to bear all this.

"I ...... I think that I have lost my strength and my meridians are blocked, so I want to ask the pavilion master how to open up the meridians, because I can't move my sword in front of me no matter what, let alone fight against people. After pouring water, the Lord of Wu Xia Pavilion knew that he had thought a lot about it before, but after all, he didn't think clearly why he was so useless, but why it was a scar.

"Okay, boy, you're on the point." Wu Xia spoke quickly, without the slightest hint of slackness, but her shallow eyebrows were worried, "If you want to improve your swordsmanship, the first step is that the meridians cannot be messed up, and they cannot be blocked, so ...... From this day forward, all you have to do is ...... boy"

"What?" Pouring Shui Ran was a little curious, his heart was drumming, and he stretched out his fingers to clamp the sweaty clothes behind his back.

"That's ...... You come here. Wu Xia signaled, holding her hand to cover the sound of the wind, next to the wind stood Wu Shuang, who was staring, serious and serious, and there was another mysterious person lurking behind the dark stone wall with his head lying on his stomach and putting his hand on the uneven stone wall - a meteor that began to eavesdrop with two ears on the way halfway, her feet were almost unable to support the suspended stone wall, and the wind "brushed" against the narrow alleyway, pouring the wind and the light wind into one of her ears: "I need to soak in a medicinal bath for an hour every day, It must be insisted on for more than ninety-nine eighty-one days to achieve the curative effect, whether morning, noon or night, use this way to dredge the network, and outsiders must not disturb - because in the process you need to add a swordsmanship, and ......"