This sudden five-colored light fell down on the southern courtyard at an extremely fast speed, and disappeared from Lu Xin's sight almost instantly. But Lu Xin could feel that the thing flying above his head was breathing, and it was some kind of living thing.

Birds can fly and breathe, but none of them emit multicolored light. Even this kind of light can even be covered by the moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Lu Xin was extremely shocked, and his heart was beating fast.

After a minute, the mute Wu gradually let go of his hand. Lu Xin looked up at him, with the martial arts realm of dumb Wu, his face was also solemn. But one thing is for sure, the mute Wu obviously knew in advance that the five-colored glow would come. Even the time was in his expectation.

"Uncle Wu, what is that, flying so fast."

"A kind of sacred bird, you can also say it's a demon."

"Divine Bird? Goblin? ”

Feeling the trajectory of the mute Wu with his fingertips in his palm, Lu Xin's pupils shrank sharply, and he became more and more shocked. This world is far more mysterious and strange than I imagined. Less than two years after traveling through the Tang Dynasty, he has seen poisonous insects that eat up human flesh and blood in an instant, monks who fly in the sky and do not quit killing, and now even monsters have appeared. At this time, even if the dumb Wu said that there were gods, ghosts, immortals and demons in this heaven and earth, he would not doubt it.

The mute Wu said that what flew overhead just now was a demon bird named "Five-Colored Luan Bird". This thing will fly into the south courtyard of the Xu Mansion on August 15 every year, and leave in half an hour. No one knows where it comes from, let alone where it will fly. In short, it is not a secret in the Xu Mansion every year.

"It is recorded in ancient books that the five-colored luan bird, born with colorful wings, has five tails, and can live for 8,000 years. All things in the world, good food gold and silver, extremely human ......"

When he first arrived in Xu's Mansion, the mute Wu had secretly investigated the origin of the five-colored luanniao. But I only found some records in ancient books. Fortunately, this thing has never hurt anyone, nor has it appeared in public, and over time, he has become accustomed to it. And the five-colored luanniao should have a deep relationship with the Xu Mansion, and Xu Sanjin, including the old Xu back then, is all aware of it.

"Uncle Wu, according to what you say. This guy must have come to Xufu to eat, but he only flies back once a year, how much gold and silver can he eat? ”

"There is something hidden in it, and others don't know. I'm showing you this, just to tell you. The world is big, the mountains are uplifted, there are always some things you don't know, and there are always some people you are not as good as. I was arrogant and arrogant, knowing that the world was big, but I still respected myself and had nothing to look at. As a result, he made a big mistake and suffered a big loss. Now that you have learned the magic pen and sword technique, it is when you are young and bloody, and I don't want to see you repeat the mistakes of the past and throw your life on this sword. ”

The mute Wu on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival seemed to remember a lot of the past, and his mood sank to the bottom of the pool, so tasteless. But none of his words Lu Xin dared to forget, and they all took it to heart. He knows that today's mute Wu has already seen through the world, and he does not fight or grab, nor is he happy or angry. The only thing I can't let go of in my heart is the memory of that annihilation.

"Uncle Wu, who was the one back then, who could beat your swordsmanship and slaughter you......"

Lu Xin really wanted to know what happened ten years ago, it had been so long, but the mute Wu said that the enemy was still looking for him. Lu Xin really wants to solve this trouble for the mute Wu one day. But he only stopped halfway through the question, revealing people's scars is always a kind of injury.

Fortunately, the mute Wu didn't care, but he didn't answer the question either, as if he hadn't heard it at all. The Mid-Autumn Festival in the second year of Zhenguan passed in this calm. Two people, a jar of wine, and a plate of moon cakes, each with their own thoughts. But the thoughts of ordinary people still have a day to reunite. But the thoughts of the mute Wu can only stir up a splash in the long river of time, and he can't go back to the past. And Lu Xin doesn't know how to cross time and return to the future.

But memory is real, untouchable, but has its temperature. In the face of eternal time, all things in heaven and earth, the sun, moon and stars will cease to exist. Life can't consume the vicissitudes of life, and it can't compare to the white clouds and dogs. In time, life is like silent dust, light and ridiculous. But memory, it can pass through time, it can override time, it allows you to see everything clearly.

Mute Wu said that the taboo of people who practice martial arts is to be anxious. He taught Lu Xin swordsmanship to let him have a skill and avoid dying young. Since practicing martial arts is not to kill people, nor is it waiting to seek revenge, then go with the flow and enlighten the Tao by chance. Lu Xin felt that this was the truth, so he was not so anxious.

Since then, the days have also been very peaceful, the world of Datang is still peaceful, and Xufu's business is getting better and better. At least in Yuezhou, on the shore of the East China Sea, it looks like a calm and prosperous era. In addition to being in charge of the tea trading in the store, Lu Xin is also practicing swords. He had a lot of time to specialize in swordsmanship, even on horseback to Hangzhou City, he was practicing the method of breathing and breathing, which was used to match the sword moves.

Wonderful pen swordsmanship, dumb Wu passed on a total of three styles. The first type of "turning into a dragon", the sword intent is taken from the allusion of the Liang Dynasty painter Zhang Seng Miao during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. The finishing touch, thunder and lightning break the wall, and the sway takes off. If this style can be fully practiced, the swordsmanship can enter the realm of Xiaocheng, and it can defeat more than a dozen people with one sword.

The second type "high mountain", the sword intent is taken from "Liezi Tangwen". E's majesty is like Mount Tai, and the ocean is like a river. The great achiever stands on the top of the mountain, high and low. In this style, the sword is both a pen and a harp. Urging the sword qi with internal force can produce the sound of the piano. The piano is played by one man, and the sword is danced by one man. If the swordsmanship is perfect, one enemy is a hundred.

The third style "Qingtian", the sword intent is taken from "Zhuangzi • Tian Zifang". The husband is the one who is the person, peeps into the blue sky, dives into the Yellow Spring, scolds the eight poles, and his spirit remains the same. This style is the destination of the first and second styles of the magic pen swordsmanship. The dragon takes off, and what goes up is the blue sky. And those who stand on the top of the mountain also look up to the sky. If this style can be practiced, the swordsmanship will enter the realm, and it can go to the army to take the head of the person, which is unpredictable.

Martial arts to the realm of transformation is the destination of all those who practice martial arts, and it is also the pinnacle of martial arts. According to the mute Wu, when he was fifteen years old, his swordsmanship had already been completed, and in another fifteen years, he entered the realm of transformation, and there was no one else in the entire rivers and lakes. But three years later, ten years ago, the mute Wu's entire family was wiped out, and he almost died.

A person whose martial arts has reached its peak, what power can destroy his family? In fact, even if the dumb Wu doesn't say it, Lu Xin can guess some. The enemy is either a huge sect or a cultivator of the Onmyoji. But either way, it's incomparably powerful.

Lu Xin asked the dumb Wu, when the swordsmanship reaches the transformation realm, if you go further, is there really no way? The mute Wu didn't answer directly, but Lu Xin had seen the power of a leaf in his hand. Maybe the dumb Wu's swordsmanship cultivation has surpassed the transformation realm. What kind of state is that, no one knows. But he had seen the battles of the Onmyoji and knew how terrible those people were.

Zhenguan three years, spring. On an April day, it had just finished a continuous light rain in Jiangnan. Flowers are in full bloom and migratory birds are returning, which is the best time for spring to shine. Lu Xin brought back the last batch of spring tea from Shifeng Mountain, and from then on, he was no longer a subordinate of the Xu Mansion.

In fact, as early as a month ago, Lu Xin earned enough two hundred taels of silver to get out of slavery. But he didn't leave right away, because the spring was rainy and the roads were muddy, making them unsuitable for long walks. Second, he also needs to save some money and food as a coil. Third, spring is the season for good tea. The tea business on Shifeng Mountain needs someone to take care of it, and Tian Gui's grandfather and grandson also need help, so Lu Xin chose to stay.

But now, he had to go. From Xiaoxi Town to Yuezhou Capital City, two years have passed. Cousin Lu Tingfang has also disappeared for two years, whether he is in Chang'an or not, Lu Xin wants to find him. This world is too strange and cold for Lu Xin. Lu Tingfang is his only relative, and he is also his brother who has never been at ease.

In the main hall of the South Courtyard, Xu Sanjin practiced for Lu Xin alone. In the past two years, perhaps because of the relationship between the mute Wu, Xu Sanjin has been quite good to him. Whether it is business matters or ordinary conversations, he is not treated as a slave. Lu Xin is very grateful to this former master, anyway, it was Xu Sanjin who paid for the burial of Grandpa Tu for him. It was also Xu Sanjin who gave him hope to live when he was at the end of his rope.

"Xu Yuanwai, Lu Xin is deeply grateful to you, and I can't repay it, please accept my worship!"

Lu Xin is not an ungrateful person, and he will keep in mind the kindness of others to him, even if it is only a little bit. For Xu Sanjin, although he didn't have such a deep relationship with the mute Wu, Lu Xin still wanted to say goodbye by kneeling. This is not artificiality, but the etiquette of receiving great grace.

However, Xu Sanjin did not accept the salute, but smiled and supported him.

"Okay, okay, two years ago, I received your three big gifts, and now you have done a lot for Xu's tea business, if you worship again, you will have to let Xu lose his life. Alas, speaking of which, you and I haven't met much in the past two years. But when it's over, I'm reluctant to let you go. I still remember when you first entered the house, you looked like you were just a weak child. Now, I've grown so tall that I feel like I'm in a different world. ”

Xu Sanjin looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were blurred, as if he was reminiscing about the past. It's no wonder he sighed so much, Lu Xin at this time is 1.75 meters tall, with a strong figure and even more handsome appearance. Coupled with wearing a tight-fitting green clothes, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a young man in his twenties, fighting swords. But Lu Xin's actual age is only eleven years old.

"By the way, you took this thing on the road, and when you arrived in Chang'an, you went to find a person named Qian Hai. He's my best friend, and you live in his house, and you take care of everything. ”

Xu Sanjin stuffed a jasper ring into Lu Xin's hand and told him that he could stay in the Qian Mansion when he arrived in Chang'an. Lu Xin did not refuse, and he was grateful in his heart. Xu Sanjin's move was naturally a great help to him when he arrived in Chang'an, and he was not familiar with the place.