Bailu Cave Academy, the lineage inheritance left by many gentlemen, each has a cave house and a quiet room.

Mr. Shuiyue is the descendant of the sword weapon, the sword weapon is low-key, practicing the way of the sword, the place where he lives, remote and peaceful, there is a small hill in the academy.

Spring flowers bloom, birds and birds chirp.

Ning Yi looked at the girl who was bouncing with her hands behind her back in front of her.

He was holding Pei Fu's simple long sword, his expression was a little strange, and after separating from Fu Rin, the originally sullen girl suddenly became lively.

Mr. Mizuki lives in the "Tibetan Sword Mountain".

This small hill was given to Shui Yue by Su Musha, and the name of the mountain was naturally taken by herself.

When Ning Yi first heard that Shuiyue's cultivation mountain was called "Hidden Sword Mountain", his heart was lightly touched by this name, the word Tibetan sword, if it is disassembled, it is a "hidden" word, a "sword" word.

Zang can be the treasure of the treasure, it can be the treasure of the hidden.

Suzuki likes Xu Zang.

This is something that everyone knows.

The relationship between the two is actually not bad, the Great Sui back then, each other was the leader of the inheritance, and they appreciated each other, and they were not just friends.

Later, Xu Zang began to flee to the end of the world, and all the past was cut clean, not involving Shushan, nor Bailudong Academy, in order to protect his former friends, he cut off all contact with the world.

Including the water moon.

There has been no news for ten years, no more meetings, no more conversations, the relationship between the two was cut clean by Xu Zang's sword, Shui Yue walked out of the White Deer Cave Academy several times, looking for Xu Zang's whereabouts on the rivers and lakes, but it was never successful.

Xu Zang didn't want to see her.

Ning Yi thought silently, for this uncle of the White Deer Cave Academy who had exhausted his youth, how could Xu Zang not know the other party's deep love? Sometimes, a word of love, can afford it, can't let it go, has too much to bear, and can no longer live up to others.

Nie Hongyan died because of Xu Zang, who was besieged by the Holy Mountain.

Xu Zang can't let go of the second person in his heart, as an old friend, he only hopes that Shui Yue can live well and not be implicated by himself.

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At the foot of the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

Gathering clouds.

The girl whispered: "The breath of heaven and earth starlight has become disordered. ”

Ning Yi raised his head and saw the Hidden Sword Mountain from a distance, and he had a strange feeling.

Now go down the mountain.

The grass and trees on both sides swayed, and the sword qi rose in wisps, along the mountain road, flowing towards the top of the mountain, and there were frost grasses rising from the ground on the road, sweeping up with the sudden wind.

A woman in a black shirt, with a light veil covering her face, sat on the stone steps, resting her high piano box under her, raised her arm, and placed it on the top of the piano case, her body was graceful, the black gauze swayed in the wind, a mahogany wine jug was tied to her waist, and the sleeve robe was filled with the fragrance of wine.

"Mr. Ning Yi. ”

Qinjun's voice was slightly drunk and hazy.

The avenue of her cultivation is related to the sound of the qin, and at the moment she is half drunk and half awake, and the sound of her speech reaches the soul.

"We're here to find Mr. Mizuki. Ning Yi directly confessed his intentions.

"Uncle Shuiyue...... is in retreat, and today is impacting the realm of the Star Monarch. Qin Jun's chest rose and fell, and he smiled: "Two, it's really unfortunate to come, I'm afraid." ”

As the great gentleman of the White Deer Cave Academy, she has always been dignified and calm, but today she actually drank herself half drunk, sat in front of the stone steps of the mountain road, exhaled softly, and said quietly: "I'm afraid it will take a while for the two of you." ”

Ning Yi looked at the slow voice and said seriously: "Miss Jiang, today's appearance is really rare. ”

"Is it rare for me to be drunk?" Jiang Mianfeng smiled in a low voice and said, "Why do you want to eliminate your sorrows, only ...... This is the only wine. ”

She removed the mahogany flask with one hand, her veil shattered by the starlight, revealing her delicate face, she sat on the stone steps on her back, her long hair blowing with sword energy, her eyes narrowed, and she took another sip of wine.

Looking at it like this, there are still seven points of decadence.

Ning Yi thought that the last time he met with the slow voice was on the shore of the lake, the great gentleman invited him to walk for a distance, and he stopped talking, but in the end he just asked two questions hastily, and they separated.

He gathered his sleeves and looked at the Tibetan Sword Mountain, the sword was circulating, the wind and clouds were fused, and the water and moon on the mountain were probably really breaking away from the line and about to break through to the realm of the Star Monarch.

Ning Yi looked at Jiang Mianfeng and said, "Can this wine really dispel sorrows?"

Qin Jun was carrying the wine jug in one hand, the spout of the pot was downward, and the wine could not drip out, she laughed at herself: "No, wine can only make people drunk, no matter how drunk you are, there will always be a time to wake up." ”

The girl looked at Jiang Mianfeng and felt that there was a trace of gloomy despair in this woman's eyes.

What is it that makes her so decadent?

"Mr. Ning Yi never drinks?"

"Drink. Ning Yi sat down, looked at Qin Jun, and said calmly: "Never get drunk." ”

Shengsheng smiled slowly and said, "That's your drink." ”

She paused and said, "Mr. Ning Yi, last time I was on the shore of Zizi Lake, I was fortunate enough to see a sword from heaven and man, I don't know today, can I teach you a lesson or two?"

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The top of the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

Bamboo pavilions, the door is wide open, the sword qi is reversed, and the bullfighting is angry.

The dome-like blue robe was bulging with strength, her long hair was tied in a wooden bun, and the woman's face was quiet and indifferent, and her hands were placed in a circle and rested in front of her knees.

On her knees, through a quaint red umbrella, a lot of dust has fallen, and it looks like it has been a long time.

There is neither sorrow nor joy in his countenance.

Shui Yue didn't open her eyes, and muttered softly, "You're here." ”

The ink-colored shadow flowed on the ground, slowly condensing, Su Musha stood behind Shuiyue, this is already a powerful means of the Nirvana realm, breaking through the Xingjun realm, it is an extremely important thing, there is no room for the slightest disturbance and mistakes, Su Musha came here, laid out the formation, and personally protected the Shuiyue.

Su Musha's voice carried a hint of hesitation, and he gritted his teeth and reminded: "Shui Yue, don't have distracting thoughts." ”

Above the head of Shuiyue, two natal stars have already condensed out.

The first natal star comes from the cultivation of the sword weapon.

The second companion star has been condensed for ten years.

She had been cut off from that person for ten years.

The third star had only a phanthropic shadow, and there were faint traces of shattering at this time.

If the condensation of the life star fails, the Dao method will be shattered, and this realm will be stopped for the rest of your life.

In the worst case, the meridians will be completely destroyed, and the fall will not stop.

More seriously, the stars shattered and fell.

The higher you go up to condense the stars, the more difficult it becomes.

If you condense the three stars, you will achieve the great consummation of the Destiny Star Realm and achieve the position of Star Monarch!

Shui Yue is now condensing the third life star, which is a "one-stop" thing, but she is reluctant to move forward, over the years, she has suppressed her cultivation realm, and has not tried to break through the realm for a long time.

In the battle of the academy, she untied the shackles, so she couldn't hold it back.

Su Musha knew that Shui Yue had always had unfulfilled wishes and regrets.

But in fact, at the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain in Shushan, these dusty old things have been regarded as ending in a "satisfying" way.

Xu Zang is dead.

Shui Yue closed her eyes, but what echoed in her mind was the scene of her meeting and acquaintance with that man.

On the outskirts of Tiandu, the light rain is slightly cool.

I was new to the world.

Someone asked if they needed a paper umbrella to shelter from the rain.

The young man, the moment he bent down slightly, the two looked at each other, his sword eyebrows were in his sideburns, and his phoenix eyes were threatening.

The sound of the wind and rain was all in the back of his head, and all the words that the man said were forgotten by Shui Yue.

Only one last word.

"My name is Xu Zang, the one who hides the sword, hides under the umbrella, hides behind my back. ”

Mizuki took the oil-paper umbrella.

Xu Zang stood in front of her.

Further on, there are cultivators from all over the Great Sui and challengers.

She originally thought that these people were coming for themselves, the White Deer Cave Academy was in the worst era of luck, the lord of the mansion, Su Musha, was only in the realm of the Star Monarch, and he had been suppressed by the three major academies for a long time, and his background was shallow, but his reputation was very great, if he could defeat the inheritor of the sword weapon of the White Deer Cave Academy, he would be able to become famous in all directions.

At that time, Xu Zang was not yet famous.

After that day, Xu Zang became famous.

An iron sword killed all the cultivators of the same level, and went straight to the star list, which was on par with Fuyao Zhouyou.

Later, Shui Yue learned that the iron sword was just an ordinary iron sword, and the reason why the divine weapon was sharp was because the master's sword qi was strong and unmatched.

That iron sword was ordinary.

The oil-paper umbrella I took was not ordinary.

It was a real famous sword, and its real name was fine snow, and it was the most important thing in Xu Zang.

She can't forget the scene of that day, and she can't forget Xu Zang.

She practiced sword qi desperately, defeated many opponents along the way, and climbed the star list, the Great Sui of that year, many geniuses came out, and Mr. Yuan Chun of the Lotus Pavilion ranked her eighth on the star list.

At that time, the Tiandu was rumored, saying that the water moon in the White Deer Cave and Xu Zang were very compatible, and the two of them cultivated sword qi together, and they were famous young geniuses on the star list.

They've only met once.

But some people say that Xu Zang has made a private agreement with a person for life, and that person is Shui Yue.

Shui Yue didn't care about those rumors, she only cared about Xu Zang's attitude.

Then...... Xu Zang did not deny it.

So she was full of joy and made a red oil-paper umbrella that matched the fine snow, and she didn't have time to give it away.

The second time she saw the fine snow.

She saw Xu Zang huddled under the oil-paper umbrella.

and Nie Hongyan in his arms.

After that day, the news of Xu Zang and Nie Hongya's immortal couple spread in Tiandu, and Xu Zang admitted that his true lover was Nie Hongyan, the personal disciple of the Lord of Purple Mountain.

The two rode together, traveled all over the Great Sui, slashed the great demon in the north, and defeated many strong enemies.

The predecessors of Lu Sheng and Mr. Zhao Rui in Shushan are brothers who have a unique friendship, and the friendship between the two is better than that of their own brothers, leaving two long umbrellas, one red and one white.

Xu Zang held the white umbrella, and Nie Hongyan had a red umbrella hanging from her waist.

A white umbrella, a red umbrella.

A handful of "fine snow", a handful of "thin candles".

The most right, the most matched.

After that day, Shui Yue buried the umbrella he had made with his own hands.

It turns out all this......

It's all wishful thinking, with a beginning and no end.