Qiuqiu had never seen such ink, and of course, it should not be ink at all. But since Shi'er said that it was ink, then it should be treated as ink.

Shi'er gently put down the jade plate.

A pool of silver and white, lightly held in a crimson jade dish.

"You write these two words yourself, this is your sword, this is the name you have taken."

Qiuqiu glanced at him, took a thin pen from the shelf, dipped it in the silver ink, and wrote on the sword.

Off, water.

She writes very slowly, and she is extremely serious with one stroke at a time. The blade of the sword reflected her eyes, focused and bright.

The silver ink stained the blade, leaving a faint trail of water.

After writing the two words, Qiuqiu put down the pen and looked at the two words faintly stained on the sword, which were so shallow that they were almost unrecognizable.

Then the two words seemed to seep into the body of the sword, gradually becoming lighter, and finally disappeared completely.

Qiuqiu turned the sword over and looked at it, but there was no handwriting.

"It's already on?" It's too easy, isn't it? Besides, this word is invisible, is it considered a success?

"It's done."

From today onwards, this sword will be called out of water?

Qiuqiu felt very unreal.

This gave the name of the sword chisel she had seen when she was with Senior Brother Jinglu, it was a blazing fire, and the process was gorgeous.

When she came to her, the name of the chisel was so quietly over, and Qiuqiu was wronged for her sword.

It's like someone else's daughter getting married and doing a big job, and her daughter's small burden is like someone eloping.

Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er, she was used to being suppressed, and she didn't have the courage to revolt.

She could only touch the sword body, and silently thought in her heart: Lishui, you have to be good, I wronged you today. In the future, I will be great, and you will become famous, and we will be able to enjoy the scenery together.

After returning to Jiufeng, nine out of ten of these people who went to the Trial Cave began to retreat.

After such a lifelong experience, some people's level has been greatly improved, but it is not solid and needs to be sorted out and consolidated in retreat, while others have an understanding and want to retreat to improve their state of mind.

Catching up with this wave of east wind, Qiuqiu also retreated.

The place of retreat was chosen by herself, in the valley where she went to Yuxia Zhenren. The terrain here is not necessarily particularly good, but Qiuqiu thinks that the master here is closer.

Also, it looks a lot like where they used to live.

When she was with her master and sisters, she lived in a place very similar to this place. There is a waterhole in the valley, and even during the day, the water looks like a dark green crystal, without the slightest ripple, and you can't see the shape under the surface of the water.

But the water in the pool was cold and clear, Qiuqiu picked up a handful of water and looked at it, the crystal water droplets did not have a little impurity and dirt, flowed down from between her fingers, and fell back into the pool.

"Is that it?"

"That's it." Qiuqiu nodded.

She loved the waterhole.

After she chose a place, Shi'er set up a formation for her. Unless she goes out by herself, it is impossible for others to come in and disturb her.

She was now sitting cross-legged with the Sword of Separation in front of her.

From sunrise to sunset, the moon comes out and disappears, and the sky rises again.

The mist in the mountains floats, the deep pools are secluded, the waterfalls flow springs, the mountain breeze blows, and the mist like a thin gauze is sometimes thick and sometimes thin, changing its shape.

After sitting like this for a long time, Qiuqiu stretched out his hand and picked up the sword.

Her fingers stroked the blade of the sword minute by minute, and the word "water" shone slightly as her fingertips brushed it, like flowing mercury. But as her fingers skimmed, the handwriting disappeared again.

She sat with her sword, walked with her sword, slept with her sword, and never left.

Get used to it and make it a part of your body.

Qiuqiu opened his eyes, the mountain wind blew, and the sword body was light and thin, and it was blown to tremble slightly.

The sun is about to set, and the deep pool below reflects the sky, the remnant sun is like blood, and the pond is half sorrowful and half red.

Qiuqiu stood up, stood on the edge of the boulder, and gently took half a step forward.

She fell into the deep pool.

She dived deeper into the water.

The waterhole is extremely deep, and the further down it goes, the darker and quieter it becomes.

She stood at the bottom of the pool.

Looking up from here, I couldn't even see the faint light above my head.

The pool water was cold and bone-inspiring, Qiuqiu opened her eyes under the water, and the soft sword body of the sword from the water floated between her fingers, like a thin aquatic weed, as if it had vitality and slid between her fingers.

Her fingers moved slightly, and the tip of her sword trembled slightly, and the snow-white and silver brilliance instantly shone brightly, as if a pear blossom had bloomed.

More light shimmers, and more pear blossoms bloom at the bottom of the water, illuminating the dark bottom of the pool.

Countless flowers bloom and wither in an instant, leaving only a momentary afterimage in the eyes of people. And these lights and afterimages became more and more dense, and in the end, there was no longer a single gap, and he made a snow-bright white practice.

Then, the sword flower became sparse and scattered again, as if the branches were blown off by the wind, and they fell and annihilated, and the bottom of the pond that was reflected by Bai Lian gradually became dark, and on the boundless blue and black background, there was finally only one pear blossom left.

In the end, the only thing left was the Water Sword.

It floats quietly with the waves of the water, looking soft and fragile.

Qiuqiu watched in confusion as all this happened and disappeared.

Water is the softest, it can change into any shape, it can be hard over rock in extreme cold, and it can turn into a curling mist in extreme heat. But more often than not, it's liquid, flowing, rushing, flowing into rivers and finally to rivers and seas.

Manpower can split mountains and rivers and shatter solid steel. But no matter how you treat it, this pool of water around Qiuqiu is still the same. It doesn't break down, it doesn't get blocked.

It can be rigid and soft, no matter how the environment changes, it will change with it, but it will never disappear.

Qiuqiu looked at the water sword in his hand.

Under her gaze, the Lishui Sword seemed to melt, gradually faded and lightened, and then disappeared into invisibility in Qiuqiu's palm.

It's like there's no such thing as a sword.

Qiuqiu's fingers were gently retracted, and a wisp of white smoke condensed in her palm, the smoke coiled, and the Lishui Sword appeared in the smoke and was held by Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu understood.

Why did Shi'er say that to her.

In the Trial Cave, on the second floor, if she used the Water Separation Sword, she would not be knocked out of her hand like she used the original sword, and she would not need Huo'er to make a move to resist the tenth move.

Shi'er understands herself better than her, and understands the heart and sword techniques of the Lishui Sword Sect better.

The sword swirled around her fingers, without causing a little turbulence.

With a faint smile on Qiuqiu's lips, she closed her eyes again.

The moment she closed her eyes, her consciousness expanded freely and soothingly.

The mountains under the night, the gentle white moonlight, and the deep pool are calm and waveless.

She had experienced this feeling once.

On the night when Shi'er went to Xiuyuan Mountain to find her, they reunited.

This realm of selflessness is the second time she has touched it.

At this moment she abandoned all her senses, did not hear, did not see, did not smell, did not speak, and did not even feel whether she was still in the world.

But out of the shackles of her body, she perceived more, farther away.

The moonlight is like substance, and this sky and this vast mountain field breathe as if there is life. Rise, fall, rise, fall.

Heaven and earth are vast, and no matter how many years change, it still exists. There is no joy, no loss. But it's so beautiful, so moving.

This indescribable experience and feeling made Qiuqiu shocked and intoxicated.

At the bottom of the deep pool, a tear slowly seeped out of the corner of her eye, a subtle light flickering, and then melted into the pool.

"Qiuqiu."

She heard someone calling her.

No, not heard......

She just knew, someone was calling her.

A phanthropic figure appeared in front of her, gradually becoming clearer.

Shi'er stood in the void and smiled at her.

She didn't know if it was really him, or if it was a memory that existed in her heart.

"I've long wanted to show you how beautiful this world is, full of endless mysteries."

Qiuqiu's phantom gradually condensed, and she and he stood in the boundless void.

Shi'er stretched out his hand to her: "Come." ”

Qiuqiu's hand also reached out to him.

The moment the fingertips of the two touched, Qiuqiu suddenly opened his eyes.

The Water Sword was released from her palm, and arcs of light escaped from the sword body and spread outward. It's as if something bound to the sword body is being untied and dissipated layer by layer.

The light of the Lishui Sword became brighter and brighter, but Qiuqiu didn't feel dazzling.

This is the tempering of Shi'er's words.

Not in a furnace, but in a charcoal fire.

It was she who tempered the sword with her heart.

Not far from here, someone is standing on the top of a mountain looking in this direction.

Across the mountain, the sword light that rose to the sky became brighter and brighter, and the soft and surging sword qi stirred between heaven and earth.

Not only here, but in other places of Jiufeng, many people raised their heads and looked at this sword light, amazed.

Guan Wei stood on the top of the mountain, looking out at the valley in the distance.

The diffused sword light formed a large curtain of light, reflecting his face in flux.

The sword light began to converge inward, gradually forming a beam. Soft and ethereal, it swirled lightly above the pool and sank into the pool.

Qiuqiu surfaced.

Her hair and clothes swayed gently with the waves, Qiuqiu lay on the surface of the water, the pool gently undulated, and she also fluctuated with the ups and downs, as if she was asleep.

No, she wasn't asleep.

Qiuqiu's sleeve lightly hit the water, and the whole person took advantage of the situation to stand up and stand on the water.

A drop of water rolled down her fingertip and fell back to the surface of the water, creating a ripple. Throughout the pool, no trace of this drop of water can be found.

Qiuqiu walks on the water, with light and calm steps.

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Another year passed, and I was a year older.

At my age, it's no longer a joy to celebrate my birthday, and I can't help but look in the corner of my eyes when I look in the mirror to see if the fine lines have become more and deeper.

But I had a very happy day, and seeing the blessings you gave me, I really wanted to celebrate my birthday every day.

This chapter was written very slowly, and I felt that it was not well written.

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