"Poof!" there was a loud bang.

Hey, why is there a "poof" sound?

"Ah, it hurts me. Youchuan obviously forgot that if he didn't move in the air, even the fiercest eagle falcon in Zhongzhou would fall.

Yuchuan came to his senses, and a carp stood up.

Jun Tianxia, Chen Baxian, eh, still call the old monk a little smoother, and gloating Chen Lanruo.

The three of them just watched Han Youchuan smash the ground into a herringbone shape.

"I said Chen Baxian, he is really not your apprentice. Jun Tianxia looked at Han Youchuan, who was unscathed, and asked again.

After many temptations, this time he did not deliberately control the force, unlike before when he was afraid of breaking Youchuan and deliberately controlled it. "Not really, Jun-kun. ”

The old monk first grinned when he heard Chen Baxian's three words, and then unceremoniously replied to Xiao Junjun's three words.

"Why don't you go back to the South China Sea Ice Fields with me?" It was rare for Jun Tianxia to hear the three words that were also numb in the mouth of the young girl, and he did not frown, he asked at Youchuan, the corners of Chen Lanruo's eyes began to rise, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have an arc.

"Don't go!" In fact, Youchuan wanted to say that if Lan Ruo went, he would go, but the words suddenly changed when he came to his mouth, because he was afraid that if Chen Lanruo didn't go, if he agreed, it would make Chen Lanruo unhappy, although he usually took pleasure in annoying Lan Ruo, but this time he felt that how to express it was much more complicated.

"Really don't want to go with me?" Surprisingly, Jun Tianxia asked again. In this world, there is only one person who can make Jun Tianxia sincerely invite twice, before he met Chen Lanruo and Han Youchuan.

"No, don't go!" Jun Tianxia smiled, "What about you, Lan Ruo, have you thought about it?" "Since Chen Lanruo rejected this father that day, Jun Tianxia has stayed in Lanruo Temple, I don't know if it is to give Chen Lanruo time to think clearly, or because he has not met Chen Baxian for many years.

During this period, he played a few games of chess and lost a few games, just like a thousand years ago, and he lost a few times in several competitions, and it seemed that he had returned to the snowy sky, under the gaze of a paper umbrella, and the age of testing his body method barefoot, which was really unforgettable.

"Me?" Chen Lanruo hesitated, in fact, when she was counting the stars in Beishan just now, she had already made a decision. "If I go back, will I really be able to see my mother?" Chen Lanruo asked, as if to find a proper reason for her decision, and as if she really wanted to go to the legendary ice field.

"I promise. Jun Tianxia obviously heard Chen Lanruo's decision, and the corners of his mouth were already smiling, and his smile rose even more. "Okay, I'll go back with you. When Chen Lanruo said this, she didn't look at Youchuan, even if she didn't look, she could feel that there was a sad emotion in that position, which was uncontrollable.

"If, if you don't see your mother, you must send me back. It seems that in order to comfort the emotion called sadness, Chen Lanruo added.

"I promise. Jun Tianxia seemed to be born Uncle Chen Lanruo repented, and the tone of his speech this time seemed extraordinarily sincere.

The words "let's go" are perhaps extremely simple words.

"Amitabha, take care. The old monk seems to have returned to his calm Zen state.

"Then you go. After Han Youchuan finished saying these four words, he began to count the stars again. "One, two, three......" The corners of his stubborn mouth were straight and full of angularities, and it seemed that he was more concerned about counting the stars.

When Jun Tianxia and Chen Lanruo's backs disappeared into the starry sky, Han Youchuan stopped counting the stars. "Old monk, where is the snowfield of the South China Sea?" The old monk thought for a moment and replied.

Youchuan finally counted the two thousand stars completely, and this time he walked extraordinarily far, so far that the lights in the temple were only the size of broad beans. The counting was extraordinarily smooth, and he didn't seem to stop to catch his breath, and the time was extraordinarily short, but he finished counting after just sitting down for a while.

Get up and look at the lights in the temple, but always reluctant to move back, sometimes he and Lan Ruo go into the mountains to collect firewood or play, when he returns late, standing on a high place, seeing the lights in the temple from a distance, Lan Ruo will always jump up, sweep away the previous tiredness, it seems that seeing the lights in the temple is full of strength.

And now, after Lan Ruo left, the originally warm and calm lights seemed lonely, as lonely as Youchuan who counted the stars.

The sound of the old monk chanting and beating the wooden fish spread far and clearly in the middle of the night.

梆~梆~梆~

But it was sluggish. Youchuan almost listened to the sound of the wooden fish taking a step, and when he came back, the old monk had already fallen asleep.

He walked to the door of Lan Ruo's room, thought about it, raised his hand, and knocked on the door three times as usual in the middle of the night, unlike usual, this time there was no sound of wooden cups falling and smashing the door.

The people are gone, what's the use of knocking on the door, the slightly rough wooden cup doesn't know if Lan Ruo took it away, you Chuan didn't know what to make Chen Lanruo angry, so he went to the mountains to find an unknown light fragrant wood and made a cup to please Chen Lanruo.

In or not, hey, Youchuan can't figure out his current mood either, since he can't figure it out, then he doesn't want to, since he doesn't want to, then it's time to go to sleep.

Yukawa pushed open the wooden door made of acacia, as if he would vent his unknown emotions with force, and then he spread himself on the bed like a sheet and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to that place, that strange place, that strange temple, the temple where a black long sword was offered in the middle of the main hall, the tip of the sword was facing the sky, the killing intent was boundless, the sword was nine feet and three feet long, the blade was seven feet and three, and the hilt was two feet.

It seems to be more like a sword-shaped long-handled broadsword, which is more suitable for slashing.

And the jet-black sword body shows an invincible arrogance. The hilt of the sword, which has been idle for a long time, brings out the indifference of a bright moon and a river.

Every time Youchuan approached it and wanted to reach out to touch it, he would always find that he was touching a Buddha, although every time he widened his eyes and did not blink, he still didn't know how to turn from a sword to a Buddha, a Buddha mottled with copper water.

Yes, a temple should be dedicated to the Buddha statue, and a sword should be offered.

Yuchuan comforted himself that it must be an illusion, that sword must be an illusion, or maybe he wanted a sword too much.

It's a pity that now he goes to the blacksmith shop in Lao Litou, Bei'an, and he can't even afford two catties of iron. Although Bei'an is a remote town, there are legends about the fairy sword of cultivation, and like every young man, the young Youchuan also longs for the day to walk with the sword and be a chivalrous swordsman in the strange rivers and lakes.

There must be a sword first, of course, the wood is not counted, the worst has to be made of iron in the blacksmith shop, another day you have to take the black glaze of the kiln from the old monk to the pawnshop to ask the price, wow, I obviously remember to put it in my arms, Youchuan groped for a while and didn't find it, so he gave up and continued to sleep.

(End of chapter)