Chapter 45: Su Da flickered
On the boat, Su Qianjue looked at the snow in his hand in a daze.
"That person is ......"
Situ Qingyan hesitated.
Shaking his head, Su Qianjue said that he didn't know how to explain.
Not to mention Qin Jingxuan and the others, even he himself thinks that the empress is alive.
But she appears in the middle of the move, and then dissipates after the move.
Su Qianjue looked at the sword in his hand, and felt in a trance that this snow treading that had accompanied him for 20 years was so unfamiliar.
In the 500 years or even a thousand years before him, what kind of past did he have, what did he experience, and who created it?
And the original owner of this sword, that is, the old man said it before. He said that he was the first master of Treading Snow, and now, Su Qianjue is the second.
So the question is, how long did this old man live?
The snow treading sword light is exquisite in terms of year, and it is at least 800 years old.
If the old man didn't say much, it means that he lived for at least eight hundred years?
Shaking his head, Su Qianjue chose not to think about it anymore, thinking too much about it, and his hair would fall out.
"Yes, don't doubt, let's go eat, you should be hungry after lying down all day. ”
Su Qianjue said.
"Okay, where are you going to eat? Lu Zhibai, a fool, took everyone away when he left, and he didn't even leave a leaf of food, so he didn't even have a chef now.
I really don't know if he's really stupid or if he's deliberately playing tricks on us. ”
Situ Qingyan saw that Su Qianjue had opened the topic, so he didn't ask any more questions, and said with a wrinkled nose.
"Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing. If Fairy Qin doesn't dislike it, let's eat grilled fish tonight. ”
Su Qianjue touched his nose and looked at Qin Jingxuan.
"Okay, just a taste of the craftsmanship. ”
Qin Jingxuan smiled.
"Good at it, my skills in grilling fish are not blown, when I was on the snowy mountains, I was responsible for grilling sand sculptures every day. ”
Su is full of confidence.
"Sand ...... What is an eagle?"
Qin Jingxuan asked curiously.
"Uh...... It doesn't matter. ”
Su Qianjue casually snorted.
Since the nearby water surface was somewhat mixed with some blood, Su Qian would never get a little farther away.
"Wait a minute. ”
Su Qianjue said, his figure flashed, and after a while, he had returned to the boat, with four or five fish stuck in his snow sword.
"You take the snow sword and stick it into the fish?"
As a swordsman, Qin Jingxuan couldn't accept Su Qianjue's behavior of sticking in the fish with his own sword for a while.
The swordsman should be sincere with the sword, and regard the sword in his hand as his own life and his partner.
To cherish it as if you were caring for yourself, this is Qin Jingxuan's opinion.
"What's the matter, before it reached my hands, it was still in a mattress. ”
Su Qian said indifferently.
"However, you are now titled the Sword Emperor, symbolizing the pinnacle of the world's sword path, how can you treat this world's first sword like this?
From the moment you become emperor, you are equivalent to the face of a swordsman, and you must protect the glory of the sword.
If you are seen by the swordsmen doing this, you may be able to mock kendo again. ”
Qin Jingxuan is more truthful word by word, all because she has been practicing swords since she was a child, and her heart is full of love for swords.
The sword was like a third hand to her, something she couldn't give up in her life.
And now seeing that Su Qianjue actually took the world's first snow treading to insert fish, she felt that this was an insult to the snow.
"You should respect your companions as I respect my ink. ”
Qin Jingxuan raised the pitch-black long sword in his hand and said solemnly to Su Qianjue.
Situ Qingyan on the side wanted to open her mouth to help explain, but Su Qianjue gave her a look and motioned her not to get involved.
Su Qianjue saw the other party like this, and he didn't know that he had met a pure sword idiot.
Expressing helplessness in his heart, he was able to speak: "Using it to insert fish is not a sign of disrespect for it, and the sword has never been used only to kill."
In your eyes, it is the world's first snow tread, and in my eyes, it is an ordinary sword.
The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.
If I am the number one in the world, if I find a random sword and give it an elegant name, will it be a divine weapon?"
Qin Jingxuan was speechless when asked, and put down the ink dye raised in her hand.
Seeing that she seemed to be fooled, Su was relieved and decided to work harder.
"You are not a sword, how do you know that it does not like to fish, and it is precisely because I cherish it and love it that I use it to fish instead of sticks.
The swordsman controls the sword with a man, and it is you who control it, not it to control you.
Therefore, the preference of the swordsman is the preference of the sword, on the contrary, as a sword master, but you are bound by the sword, and you think about the sword first everywhere, not the person first, which becomes a sword to control people. ”
Speaking of this, Su took a deep breath, raised his head forty-five degrees to look up at the sky, his eyes were full of wisdom and vicissitudes, and said slowly: "Fairy Qin, you are ...... Gone crookedly. ”
Qin Jingxuan's heart shook slightly, and she couldn't help but take two steps back.
Could it really be that she was wrong?
Qin Jingxuan wanted to refute, but she subconsciously felt that Su Qianjue was so reasonable.
"My preference is the sword's preference......
Riding the sword with man......"
Qin Jingxuan muttered.
"That's right, that's why I like to plug fish, and the Snow Sword naturally likes to plug in fish. ”
Su someone's eyes moved, and he turned his head and looked at Qin Jingxuan with an expression of 'you understand me' and said.
Qin Jingxuan fell into deep thought, and Situ Qingyan on the side rolled his eyes at someone, this kind of nonsense, that is, the simple-hearted Qin Fairy would believe it.
But Su, who was almost hungry, didn't need Situ Qingyan to believe it at all, because even he didn't believe these words.
But it doesn't matter, as long as this sword idiot believes in it.
Su hurriedly set up the grill and began to grill the fish.
Seeing this, Situ Qingyan also screamed in his stomach and went up to help.
In a short time, the rich fragrance was already wafting all around.
And Qin Jingxuan also came back to her senses, facing Su Qianjue Zhi Jian, holding a sword and bowing.
"Thank you for the advice, it's Jing Xuan who is stunned. ”
Su, who was busy grilling fish, waved his hand.
"It's a little thing, come over and come together. ”
Qin Jingxuan nodded dumbly, and went over to sit in a row with the two.
Soon the fish was ready, and the three of them greedily sniffed the enticing aroma of the grilled fish and feasted together.
At the same time, on the shore of Xizi Lake, next to Cao Min's corpse, a man with a black mask and a dark green robe quietly looked at Cao Min, who was dead, but his eyes were still staring at the boss.
Due to the mask, it is difficult to see the person's facial expression.
The ink-robed man stared at Cao Min's corpse for a long time before he muttered to himself in a hoarse and shrill voice: "People are often prone to losing themselves when they suddenly gain strength, but you are really disappointing to be the leader of a gang.
I don't know if it will expose Your Excellency's plan, otherwise you Cao Min will really die a pity. ”
With a wave of his palm, a handful of dark green powder was sprinkled on Cao Min's corpse, and in the blink of an eye, only a white foam remained.
A hint of green flashed in the ink-robed man's eyes, and it seemed that the organization was still a little too underestimated by this Su Qianjue who appeared out of thin air.
It can be seen from the lethal move of Cao Min this time that this Su Qianjue is obviously a demon at the same level as Situ Haoyue.
It seems that next time, if you want to deal with him, you will have to plan carefully.
"Let's go back and tell Your Excellency first. ”
The figure of the ink-robed man slowly dissipated.