Shen Ye and Wumo sat in the small pavilion on the shore of Xibi Lake, and the two of them looked at the lotus flower in the middle of the lake in silence.

The two verdant lotus leaves are always a grain of rice away from the surface of the lake, whether it rains in summer and the lake rises in autumn and winter.

The water droplets on the leaves are crystal clear, and there is a crystal clear dew drop on the tip of the left leaf, like a transparent gem, which will never be blown away by the storm or evaporated by the sun.

The pink lotus flower is in full bloom and is now autumn and winter, and it is still more beautiful than summer.

There are no lotus roots to be seen at the bottom of the clear lake, and some students once touched the lotus plant out of curiosity, but they didn't have anything in their hands.

That's what really is appreciable and unplayable.

I don't know when Zhu Changfeng walked over to the two, bowed and greeted the two, and in the same way, he also came to see this Zhu Lotus, silently he looked at the lake, hoping to figure out if the beauty of the lotus was just his own illusion?

The three of them were silent for a while, and Shen Ye asked, "Master Wumo, why is this lotus flower in full bloom in autumn and winter?"

Wumo smiled: "This lotus is not a real flower, it is painted by Yishui, a disciple of the back mountain, and it will not be affected by any nature." ”

Shen Ye wanted to see who this Yishui was, the words he wrote had penetrated deep into Shen Ye's heart, and then look at this lotus Shen Ye was even more curious about this person.

"Yishui can paint everything in the world, and the world he paints cannot be escaped by ordinary people, which may be the highest level among talismans. Wumo looked up at Fu Feng and expressed regret.

Shen Ye said generally, "Master Wumo, have you seen Master Yishui, what kind of person is he?"

Wumo shook his head and sighed: "How can I have a chance to meet the disciples of the back mountain, the disciples of the back mountains are not so easy to see, young people, you can meet the disciples of the back mountains if you work hard to pass the assessment." ”

"Isn't it that you haven't seen Dugu Jiubu before?"

"It's so difficult to see the disciples of the back mountain, and it's even more difficult to see the door master, some people can't see the door master in their lifetime, including those who have cultivated to the realm of knowing the heavens, and they haven't had the opportunity to see the door master for hundreds of years. ”

Wumo then sighed: "The masters who taught us back then passed away, the old and the old, those who returned to the rivers and lakes returned to the rivers and lakes, but they have never seen the disciples of the back mountains and Dugu Jiubu. ”

Shen Ye and Zhu Changfeng were infected by this breath of regret, and they both exhaled.

"Shen Ye!" Wumo patted him on the shoulder, "You have been practicing calligraphy very quickly these days, I see that you are very talented in this aspect, if you practice hard and get the guidance of Master Yishui, it will be better." ”

Shen Ye nodded and said, "Speechless, Master said the same thing. ”

"That old naughty boy don't mention him, he spends all day soaking in the library with good wine and meat and reading a few books, thinking that he has cultivated to the highest level, but in fact he can only brag, and he has never seen him show his hands, don't listen to him brag. ”

Shen Ye just smiled simply, speechless Master was dressed sloppily, gulped wine and meat, and slept on the bench in the library all day long, how could there be any cultivation results, wouldn't it be against the way of heaven to pay diligently, thinking of this, I believe what Wumo said.

However, Shen Ye had a question in his heart, and his brows tightened: "Who is that talisman master in Master Wumo's palace? ”

Zhu Changfeng suddenly spoke: "That's the national teacher Qing Ziyuan, the Heavenly Realm Fu Master." ”

Wumo continued: "That's right, he is also a genius among talismans, but his writing is much worse than mine. ”

"He's good at writing. Shen Ye spoke, "Before, my water character was written in imitation of him. ”

Wumo laughed and said, "This old slippery head has been spotted by you." ”

Shen Ye scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled, his gaze shifted to the lotus plant.

Wumo got up and said: "If anyone makes the lotus disappear, whose cultivation is higher than Mr. Yishui, come on, two young people!"

After finishing speaking, Wumo sat on his numb legs and slowly walked away.

Zhu Changfeng stood behind Shen Ye and smiled lightly, and there was a buzzing sound from the scabbard behind him, which was small but shocking.

Suddenly, a sword came out of the sheath, and three white rays of light swept across the surface of the lake, rolling up a ripple and stabbing towards the vermilion lotus, when the sword light crossed the lotus leaf, the lotus leaf stood unscathed in the lake.

Then Zhu Changfeng flew into the lake with one foot, like a leaf boat, leaning across the lake, the waves under his feet were lined up, and he used his hands to catch the lotus flowers in the lake.

The lotus flowers in the lake are still slim.

Bai Guang returned to the scabbard, wished Changfeng a phantom to come to the shore, shook his head and said, "Sure enough, out of nothing, I don't think anyone in the world can make this flower disappear." ”

Shen Ye snorted coldly: "The flower is empty, I can make the lake surface also empty, and the lake water can cover this vermilion lotus." ”

Zhu Changfeng smiled slightly and said: "Which talisman master has reached the realm of Yishui? Paint a lake to cover this flower? Haven't you heard of it, no one can escape from the world painted by Mr. Yishui, except for the master of the sect, of course." ”

"Dreams still have to be had.........!"

Although Zhu Changfeng only felt that Shen Ye was mostly bragging, he didn't pay much attention to it, so he looked up at him and said, "Three days later, the princess and Liu Shan will get married." ”

Shen Ye turned his eyes to the lake and said, "What's the matter with me?"

"I hope you can participate when the time comes, and you will also have a nine-fence sword in your hand. ”

"I can tell you like Yan Jiu Fence. ”

"So what?" Zhu Changfeng looked at Shen Ye again, "We are destined to be impossible. ”

"If you really want to chase it. ”

"To put it lightly, I'm just wishful thinking, if the day after tomorrow is successful, I am ready to go back to Nanyan Bodhi Temple, and I will die when I practice. ”

"Do you think it's possible to change?"

Zhu Changfeng turned around and said, "Then it depends on whether you go to the wedding or not." ”

"Why are you talking to me about this?"

Zhu Changfeng just smiled slightly and stepped forward, he didn't understand what Zhu Changfeng meant by this.

So Shen Ye looked at the Nine Fence Sword in his hand and slowly pulled it out, this was really a good sword, if he wanted him to return the sword to Yan Jiu Fence, he would definitely be reluctant.

Reluctant to make such a good sword, sharpened like clay, beautifully made, no matter if he is a pair of swords, or the only sword in the world, it will definitely not affect Shen Ye's love for it.

As for Yan Jiuli, she didn't have much cold, she was not as good as Zhiyin girl, she was beautiful, gentle and considerate, and a woman should have charm and reserve.

These are all incomparable to Yan Jiuli.

Shen Ye looked at the sword for a while, then returned to the Fu Hall to practice the pen, and unconsciously looked up at the window, why didn't he go to the wedding?

With a wave of his hand, Shen Ye wrote a few words, he wanted to write a blessing such as a hundred years of good marriage, or an early birth of a noble son, but he found that it was very contrary to his will and he couldn't put pen to paper.

In the end, he wrote, "Thank you for the Nine Fence Sword!"