After Qi Yuchun shouted loudly, he saw the Taizi and Yin characters on the archway, and the two big black characters suddenly flowed violently and churned, and then suddenly turned into two black dragons and circled in place for a few circles, and then turned into two streamers, leaving the archway and shooting into the silver long sword.

There are two big black characters on the archway.

Two small black dragons shot into the long sword, the silver long sword jumped slightly, and then suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver light, the silver light flashed brighter than the stars in the night sky, and the silver light was more dazzling than the scorching sun in the clear sky. The long sword in the light seemed to have a spirit, and it hummed while beating happily.

The old man turned into a palm in one hand, piercing through the silver light to gently soothe the happy silver sword. For a moment, the Kung Fu sword gradually fell silent, and the blinding silver light dissipated.

Qi Yuchun dragged the long sword with both hands again and returned it to Wan'er.

Just now, the old man said that this sword was the best treasure in the town, and Muzi and Wan'er couldn't see the reason. It's hard to question and don't take it to heart, but the current long sword is sharp, and it has more fairy spirit energy than ordinary weapons.

This is too rare, there must be a spirit in the psychic weapon, and it is conceivable that the dragon transformed by the word Taihe Yin is the sword spirit of the silver long sword. This is very rare, even if a saint exhausts his life's strength, it is difficult to cultivate the spirit of his weapon. It is difficult to come out of a world of true success.

There are many preciousness of the instrument spirit, and the qi spirit conceived by different nature of the artifact is also completely different, some can arrange the Yuan array by themselves, some can refine medicine and refine soldiers, and some can protect themselves to fight. The most rare thing is that the strength of the machine spirit can grow with the growth of the master. If necessary, you can have an extra one with the same combat power as the master.

After thinking for a long time, the old man Qi Yuchun was still bowing and offering a sword. Wan'er blinked Qiushui and looked at Muzi with long eyes, not knowing whether to answer or not, seeking the other party's opinion.

The young man said: "Let's take it first, just like just now, I can't figure out the reason before leaving, so I just stay in the town secretly." ”

Wan'er nodded in agreement, and then took the long sword with both hands.

The old man smiled with satisfaction: "Let's take a look at the town at will, and find the scabbard of this sword in the town, so that you can get the real sword, and you can count it as a sword and a beauty." ”

The boy and girl had this intention, bowed and saluted, and then led Erbai into the streets and houses in front of them.

This time, the old man did not follow behind, and after watching the young man and girl walk away, the old man muttered to himself: "Seeing that Bao's heart is not moving, his heart is not disturbed, it is commendable!"

The boy and girl couldn't hear the old man's self-talk, and followed the faint call in the girl's heart, and entered the town from a small road called Siyuan Lane.

The sky was suddenly dark, and suddenly it began to rain heavily. The rain washes over the new shoots on the trees on both sides of the road, and the greenery represents the spring in the town. It is completely different from the autumn in Sanshan Town, this is really the rule that one world has one heaven and one earth.

The spring rain is pouring with a cold inverted spring cold. Let this vibrant spring chill. A thatched hut on the side of the road does not shelter from the cold wind or drizzle. Not to mention the cold winds and torrential rains of spring. The cold wind blowing through the hall made the temperature inside the hut even colder than outside.

In the hut, a little girl of about four or five years old was huddled in a corner. The female doll's face is exquisite, as cute and moving as a porcelain doll, and her big clear eyes are like a pool of lake water. It's just that the messy hair and dusty little face look particularly pitiful at this time.

The girl was also wearing a small red cotton jacket in winter, and the dripping rain fell on the red cotton jacket, which made the cotton jacket lose its warmth effect. On the contrary, it made the little girl feel more and more cold.

Not far from the thatched hut, a large oil-paper umbrella staggered towards the thatched hut. When I looked closely, I found that there was a little boy about four or five years old under the oil-paper umbrella. Because the little boy is so small, it looks like an oil-paper umbrella moving on its own.

The little boy is slender and a little strong. It is difficult to walk, especially with a large umbrella in this stormy weather.

The boy quickly scrambled his two short legs and staggered to the hut. A small hand holds two steamed buns in front of him. The other small hand held a large umbrella in the wind and rain, which was even more difficult to control, and was almost blown away by the wind several times.

The swarthy little boy finally ran into the hut, threw down the oil-paper umbrella and ran to the porcelain doll-like girl, holding a steamed bun in one hand and handing it to the girl.

The snow-white head is buried on several small black handprints that are particularly conspicuous.

The oil-paper umbrella was crooked, causing the steamed buns to be drenched a lot by the rain. The heat had long since dispersed and became cold.

The little girl in the red cotton jacket is not too dirty, not afraid of the cold, and her hands are not washed, so she grabs the steamed buns and starts to gnaw. The dry steamed buns were eaten by the little girl and brought out the taste of the full Han feast.

The steamed buns were too dry to eat too quickly, choking in the throat and couldn't go up and down, one hand put the steamed buns on his lap, and his free little hand gently patted his chest.

The swarthy little boy suddenly remembered something, unbuttoned his clothes, and took out a porcelain pot in his arms. In this icy weather, the porcelain pot is steaming.

The little girl in the red cotton jacket took the porcelain pot and poured it into her mouth. The swarthy boy patted the girl on the back and shouted indistinctly, "Slow down, slow down." ”

The little girl in the red cotton jacket raised her head gratefully and said thank you, and suddenly sent down the little boy's unbuttoned clothes, the dark skin was burned red, and there were even a few blood blisters.

The red cotton jacket rubbed the boy's red and swollen skin, and he cried out loudly.

The boy froze in place and was dumbfounded, clumsily patting the girl's little head and comforting, "It's okay, it's okay." As he spoke, he picked up the steamed bun and the kettle and handed them to the girl, meaning that he should continue to eat and drink.

The little girl in the red cotton jacket touched her gurgling belly, and involuntarily took the steamed bun and cried while eating.

The swarthy little boy watched the little girl eat with relish, and stood next to him and nodded with satisfaction, and then smirked. And then he scratched his head stupidly and was thinking about something. After thinking about it, I suddenly ran outside in the heavy rain.

The girl kept shouting: "Why are you going, don't go out, come back quickly, it's raining heavily outside." ”

The boy replied indifferently: "I'll be back in a minute." ”

Soon the swarthy boy staggered back with a twig in his hand. Put it on the ground and pose it, and take out a fire fold from your arms. Puff up your cheeks and blow the fire fold vigorously, wait for the fire fold to gas the spark, and then go to ignite the branch that you have brought back.

The branches of the trees in the heavy rain are drenched, how can they be so easy to ignite. The little boy once he failed and did it again, and twice when he failed, and kept persevering endlessly. The hard work paid off, I don't know how long it took, and finally a faint flame was ignited at one end of the branch.

The boy carefully guarded the flames, for fear that a cool breeze would blow them out. God seemed to like to joke with the swarthy little boy, and a cool breeze really blew in to extinguish the faint flames.

The boy was not reconciled, took out the fire fold and continued to toss, and repeated it like this for more than ten times, and finally ignited the branch. Wet wood ignited black smoke billowing out, and soon the hut was filled with black smoke and miasma.

Two children coughed and gasped as they squatted by the fire to keep warm. The little face of the swarthy boy is darker, and the little girl of the porcelain doll has also darkened her face. A pair of little black faces smiled.

The drizzle is long, and the rainstorm is short. Not long after the fire started, the torrential rain also stopped. The swarthy little boy looked at the exuberant flames, stood up, dropped the little girl in the red cotton jacket, and ran out of the hut by himself again.

After the rain, the road was muddy, and the little boy had just run out of the hut, and the soles of his feet slipped and fell to a dog to grab food. The boy quickly got up and patted the muddy water on his body, and staggered away.

After a while, the swarthy little boy came back with a bundle of branches, back and forth five or six times, and saw that the branches could last for a night. The boy smiled and squatted by the fire to keep warm.

Tossing back and forth, the sky was getting dark, and the boy patted the little girl in the red cotton jacket on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's dark I should go home, I'm coming to see you tomorrow, remember to lock the door." When the boy reached the door of the hut, he turned back and reminded, "Remember to lock the door." ”

The girl kept saying, "Uh-huh." ”

The boy walked out of the door, still not at ease, and shouted into the hut: "You lock the door and I'll go again"

The girl said, "Okay." The girl got up and locked the door, and the boy left in peace.

Thanks to the thatched hut leaking everywhere, the floor of the thatched hut is all mud and no weeds. The little girl in the red cotton jacket can safely spend a cold spring night.

Boys and girls in the town, look at me, I'll look at you. There was familiarity and contemplation in each other's eyes, as well as an indescribable taste.

The snow-white beast on the young man's shoulder, look at the young man looking at the girl's blank face.

In the days that followed, the swarthy little boy was always followed by a little girl in a red cotton jacket. The boy often stole some food from the house and gave it to the little girl.

The boy's parents found out that their child was stealing food. There were no words to make a sound, and several times secretly followed. After seeing the little boy's actions, the parents smiled with satisfaction and quietly left.

From then on, the boy's family would cook more food every day, and put it in the porcelain jar when it was hot. Cover the lid to keep the temperature of the meal, and blatantly put it on the table waiting for the little boy to come and "steal"

As spring turns to summer, the weather gets warmer, and the little girl in the red cotton jacket becomes a little girl with red short sleeves. The swarthy little boy turned into a pitch black little boy in the sun.

The temperature rises under the summer flames, and the little boy leads the little girl to play by the river. Enough to play and catch fish and crabs. The little boy grinned and the ninja was silent after being caught by the crab, and the little girl was caught by the crab and was in pain.

The little boy ran up and gently blew on the girl's red and swollen little fingers with his little mouth.

And the little girl with red short sleeves refused to throw away the crab in her hand even if she was caught by the crab and cried. Crying and throwing the crab into the small bamboo basket. Enough crabs were caught and fished along the way. Fish are much smoother than crabs. Two children learn to toss and turn in the stream, muddy the stream, and disturb the fish in the water. This is the child of the poor who is in charge of the house early, and begins to learn to toss at a young age.

Even so, at the end of the day, you can catch two or three small fish. Crabs can be more. The trophies were put into a small bamboo basket and served as dinner for the little girl in the red short sleeve.

I am full of excitement when I play, and I am really serious and tireless when I touch fish and catch crabs. When they stopped to rest in the evening, the two children realized that the day had been quite hard.

The boy and girl looked at each other and laughed, their clear eyes full of sincerity. Two children were guarded on the shore and bathed in a small stream. After the two of them had finished washing, it was already dusk, and the sun was setting and the two short dolls dragged their long shadows back to the thatched hut that was ventilated everywhere.