Qin Wangchuan was in Linan's house that night, Linan gave him the only bed, slept on the ground by himself, woke up in the early morning with a sore back, and didn't sleep well last night. The child was sleeping soundly, and Li Nan glanced at the bed, Wangchuan curled up, wrapped in the quilt, and the pillow somehow fell to the ground. There was a sudden burst of anger in Linan's heart, and he dragged Wangchuan up three times and two times, but now it is not too late, and at this time of winter, the sky is not yet bright. Wangchuan also has a good temper, he only thinks that he may want to practice, so he gets up obediently, if he is replaced by Lin Yan, he has to tear down the roof, and he will hold grudges, and he will joke about leaving the south all day long.

Wangchuan packed himself up, and hurriedly went out to say good morning to the master, but was pulled back by Linan, and Linan didn't say why he didn't let him go, just asked him to sit on the chair and not move, and lay back on the bed to sleep. Wangchuan sat there dumbfounded, pursing his lips, puzzled.

On the first day of the course, Wangchuan wants to learn to meditate, which has been learned in the Erneng Xianmen, but the meditation that Master Nanqing wants to teach is different from other Xianmen.

You have to meditate while holding the sword, and you have to use it for two purposes, and you have to meditate and concentrate on the sword, and you have to control the sword at the same time. From a distance, it looks like you're sitting cross-legged in mid-air. Both are very basic skills, but Wangchuan was born with too poor qualifications, and he didn't learn any sword skills when he was studying in the Ear Neng Xianmen. Nanqing separated Lin Yan and Qin Wangchuan's practice place far away, saying that he was afraid of disturbing Wangchuan's cultivation, but this could not stop Lin Yan from being the most lively, taking advantage of the free time to rest, he would go to Wangchuan's place to practice to chat with him, every time he went, he saw him being smashed hard, and felt that he must take good care of himself as a senior brother, so he piled a snow platform for him in the open space below Qin Wangchuan meditating, the snow in Qingcheng Cloud was soft and delicate, knotted and not lumpy, and it was very comfortable to lie on it softly. Nan Qing and Li Nan saw that their brothers had a deep brotherly relationship, and they turned a blind eye to this matter, but they severely punished Lin Yan for quietly coming to Wangchuan.

After dinner in the evening, Lin Yan and Wangchuan wrote the prescription they learned today in the study. Nan Qing and Li Nan were outside, discussing softly how Lin Yan's birthday would be spent this year. Seventeen-year-old birthday is of great significance, according to the age of the fairy world, seventeen years old is the dividing line from youth to adulthood, after the age of seventeen, in addition to practicing some more difficult immortal swordsmanship, you can also participate in the martial arts competitions held by the immortals in Kyushu, officially on the ranking list of the immortal family, or create your own sect, or get married......

In short, this year's birthday must not be compared with previous years.

"Okay, just do what Childe wants." Linan is serious on the surface, but in fact, he is secretly happy in his heart, and he laughs at Gongzi who is definitely worthy of the description of "Hui Zhi Lanxin".

Lin Yan in the house didn't know at all, and he didn't even remember when his birthday was.

The birthday is not real, it is the day when the blue-blood clan was slaughtered and Lin Yan was carried.

A few days before his birthday, Qingcheng Cloud was surprisingly calm, Lin Yan couldn't see his master every day, and he didn't even have the desire to play pranks. Li Nan followed his master day by day, and the two of them stuck together like twins all day long, and they didn't know what they were doing sneakily in the past two days. Qin Wangchuan never expected that he was also a little serious, the last time he accepted the snow platform that Lin Yan built for him was the limit, every time Lin Yan ran to find him from the back mountain, he just avoided it, didn't even say a word, and pretended to make a gesture every time: "Senior brother is self-respecting, master is watching......"

Being too calm always makes people panic, if this kind of day is a few days later, Lin Yanding will go crazy.

In addition to practicing swords in the past few days, Lin Yan has been busy helping Qin Wangchuan build a new house, listening to Linan say that he has had enough of sleeping on the ground, and he is tired of waking up every morning to see an innocent young man sitting on his bed with disheveled hair and disheveled, it is the time of confusion, every time he sees this scene, he thinks that he did something bad last night when he was young and frivolous, he was frightened, repeatedly confirmed, and thought about it carefully, for a while, he remembered that this was a new apprentice. This kind of life lasted for half a month, and Li Nan still didn't adapt, so he clamored to build another one, and this kind of cohabitation life Li Nan didn't want to experience it again in his life.

Lin Yan was too enthusiastic, so he naturally accepted the manual work of building a house. The two children followed Li Nan up the mountain to chop firewood every day and worked hard to prepare for the work of building a house, every day they quarreled and fought over the question of who carried less firewood and who carried more firewood, Li Nan was noisy and had a headache, and picked two fruits from the tree and stuffed them into their mouths without washing, and the two teenagers were stuffed with things in both hands, and there was no spare hand to take out the fruit, so they walked all the way with the fruit not very happy, very quiet.

February 16, Lin Yan's birthday.

In the morning, he was still practicing as usual, and his lunch was still two dishes and one soup, and the master was still reproaching Lin Yan when he was eating too fast and holding his sword unsteadily, and he was still taking a nap at noon. When I got up from a nap, there was a new dress next to the pillow, still dark color, and the needlework pattern was hand-sewn by my father. Lin Yan tried it, the size fits, and there is the fragrance of plants and trees, the shade is appropriate, it is the taste of the master. Lin Yanhuan happily put on his clothes, changed into a new style of golden hairpin, and went out to find Wangchuan to show off.

Linan, Nanqing, Qin Wangchuan's living room, in the library pavilion, in the study, in the school field, in the back mountain, in the kitchen, all the places that can be found have been found, but there is no one. Lin Yan shouted twice, no one responded, and he couldn't use the spell from the south, so he ran to the bottom of the mountain, climbed the whole mountain, and walked around for an afternoon, and then it was dark, and the silence in the clouds in Qingcheng was terrible, especially in winter, even the animal friends who had made friends with Lin Yan at the beginning also hid in the cave and slept a lot. Lin Yan collapsed on the ground, his nose sour.

Lin Yan wondered if he was too naughty and mischievous on weekdays, the master didn't want himself, and he was disgusted with himself with Linan and Wangchuan. So my nose became more and more sore, and I was about to cry.

Back mountain, what light flashed!

Lin Yan rushed to the back mountain, and as soon as he turned over the rock, a sword suddenly flew in front of him, Lin Yan hurriedly dodged, looked down, fortunately the clothes that the master made for himself were intact and not torn. When I looked up and looked in the direction where the sword came from, I found a person standing in the light and shadow, just looking at the figure, I knew that it was the master.

"Master! Master! Where have you been! Lin Yan ran over, but suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, flashed sideways, waved his arm, and the flying sword was already in his hand. That sword was surprisingly heavy, far more than the one he had used to take, Zhong Nan, who had quietly taken the master, and Linghua, who had quietly taken the master, were probably that heavy. By the light, see that the sword body is golden yellow, the cold light flashes faintly in the dark night, and two words are engraved on the hilt: Mu Sha.

"This sword ......"

"Birthday present." Nanqing stood in the light, the sword was forged by himself for ten years, and the sword spirit was transformed by injecting his own spiritual power.

A birthday gift that I started preparing ten years ago.

The spirit sword recognized the master, passed through Lin Yan's hand, and then held it much lighter. "Swords are good swords, but the name is strange." Lin Yan thought to himself.

"The meaning of 'Musha', you will understand it sooner or later."

The sky suddenly rose flickering fireworks, one by one, huge as clouds, deafening roar, resounding through the silent Qingcheng clouds, two people stood in the distance, looking at the figure, it was Linan and Wangchuan, one covered his ears, and one cowered to light fireworks. The dark night, the stars, the purple-red fireworks, the master beside him, the brother and brother of Linan in the distance.

There was starlight shining in Lin Yan's eyes, I don't know if it was the reflection of fireworks or tears, the sound of explosion resounded, Nan Qing turned his head to look at his side face, and whispered, "Happy birthday." ”

Lin Yan thought to himself: "May Qingcheng be like today." ”