Zhang Mingxin sat on the side of the Burial Sword Mountain, watching the disciples who asked for the sword laughing and talking to each other.

There were only a few disciples who asked for the sword, and they failed to get the sword.

Those disciples, like Zhang Mingxin, hung their heads, away from the crowd, their stomachs hurt, and they were glanced at with disdain by the disciples who asked for the sword.

Zhang Mingxin looked at the iron anchor that had been standing on the ground, a ribbon, firmly tied to the iron anchor, a disciple, ripped off the ribbon, as soon as his hand was loosened, a gust of wind blew, and the ribbon flew out of the cliff and floated to the sky, for a long time, I don't know where it flew.

Zhang Ming thought about it, got up and looked around, and saw that he was being surrounded by several people from the Liuyue Sect talking.

"Got two swords." Mingyue nodded with approval in her eyes.

"A sword named Phantom Light, available. The other sword is unknown and cannot be unsheathed. The jade girl bowed her head and said to the master with respect.

"Go back to Liuyue Peak, and I'll see you again. Go back to the sect first, you love to be clean, but you are ashamed. Mingyue looked at the sword that the girl was carrying and said.

The girl's body was cold and cold, and she was dressed in clothes, because the white shadow attacked Zhang Mingxin, the wind and sand splashed, and there were a lot of dust and mud spots on her body. The girl has been patted and wiped, but there are still some stains.

The girl nodded, her face was a little displeased, and several senior sisters asked, and the girl answered for a long time.

The surrounding disciples, seeing the girl asking for two swords, were full of envy or jealousy in their eyes. The first seat of the two sects, Quantong and the side of the stone road, also have different expressions.

Quantong had resentment in his eyes, snorted and stopped looking.

Shi Daobian was surprised and envious, and said to the disciples around him: "We have come from the Seven Xuanzong Sect, and we have never heard of a disciple who can ask for two swords out of the valley, even if it is the first ancestor Xuanqing Daoist, it is only one sword."

I heard that she went up the mountain justly, she stood on the chain and went up, Liuyue Sect, your Senior Sister Bai must be the top pillar of our sect, one of the seven mysteries.

Although the talent is not reached, take it as an example and cultivate diligently, you will definitely be able to become the elite of my sect! ”

The disciples around the stone road nodded in response, the girl's posture was seen by everyone, since the mountain, these disciples, looking at it, are envious.

Suddenly, as soon as Mingyue raised her hand, all the disciples scattered, all preparing to go down the mountain.

Zhang Mingxin walked to the side of the jade girl and said, "You...... Thank you for tying the ribbon to save me. I ......"

The jade girl turned to Zhang Mingxin, with a pair of starry eyes, cold and indifferent, and her face was more disliked, interrupting Zhang Mingxin's words: "You are in the valley, you can be regarded as trying to save me, I tied the ribbon, one is because you are the same door, and the other is to repay you for those good intentions." ”

After a pause, the girl's words became even colder: "I Bai Qingyao never owe anyone, the favor has been repaid, I don't know each other, and I will have nothing to do with it in the future." ”

Turning around, the girl walked in the direction of the downhill of the Burial Sword Valley, and said no more.

Mingyue looked at the words of the two, frowned slightly, and stared at Zhang Mingxin with a pair of cold eyes.

The girl saw the coldness in Mingyue's eyes, her body trembled, she hurriedly walked away, and looked at the people around, her heart was sad, she thought about it, and walked to the side.

Zhang Mingxin walked on the Burial Sword Mountain, but he walked to the Drunken Sect Sword Shrine, looked at more than 30 swords, bowed deeply, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, ancestors, the disciples shared your wine and drank, but they still couldn't ask for the sword, and they came up for fear of death." ”

A gust of wind blew, more than thirty swords were silent, and the incense that Zhang Mingxin had ordered yesterday had already burned out, and a piece of incense ash fell silently.

Zhang Mingxin bowed for a while, stood up and rubbed his eyes, sighed long, and walked down the mountain.

When they arrived at the iron chain, there were already several sword-seeking disciples here, all carrying swords on their backs, and they were about to go down the mountain, but their faces seemed to be frightened and helpless, and an older disciple was saying something to several people, it was Zhou Xin.

Zhang Mingxin bypassed everyone and looked at the iron chain, above the chain, there was only one person, that is, the jade girl, walking down slowly, dressed in clothes, blown by the wind back to the realm, and his body swayed slightly, but he walked without thrills.

Zhang Mingxin climbed down the chain and slowly climbed down, the wind blew and swayed.

Zhou Xin suddenly saw Zhang Mingxin, stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, and was about to stop it, but saw that Zhang Mingxin's face was sad, and there was nothing else on his body except the black sword in his hand, so he wanted to speak and stopped.

The black sword was at the bottom of the mountain, and I saw Zhang Mingxin pinned to his waist.

Zhou Xin shook his head, turned his head and answered the other disciples' questions.

Zhang Mingxin was already physically and mentally tired, but after climbing more than ten feet, his body was blown up by the wind.

Zhang Mingxin flew in the air, there was no more panic on his face, he opened his hands and let the wind blow him up and down.

"This is blown up by the wind, and it is different from Edgeworth."

Zhang Ming thought to himself and closed his eyes. Feel your body being swept away by the wind, flying through the air and eventually falling downward.

"If you fall in the lake, you may be able to save your life and see Master. If it falls to the ground, it will also be the punishment of not seeking a sword for me, and I am afraid of death and leaving the valley. ”

I don't know how long it will take, Zhang Mingxin felt a soft force roll around him, wrapped himself, pulled it aside, and then seemed to fall into the lake, cold all over.

"I didn't know how to jump down with a bang, how did Zhou Xin come so messy and almost killed this person!" A woman's shout came from the shore, Zhang Mingxin floated and opened his eyes, and saw that he was falling in the water not far from the lake.

A female disciple's face was full of anger, a long cyan silk fluttered beside her, and a male disciple holding a blue fairy sword stood beside her, causing a basket of water to grow from the lake, surrounding herself, and the ground was full of water traces. It was the female disciple who wrapped Zhang Mingxin with the long silk magic weapon, and the male disciple urged the basket of water to support the force, and then threw it into the lake.

Zhang Mingxin climbed onto the lake, thanked the two of them, stopped talking, and staggered towards the remnant sun, the drunken stone house.

The two disciples by the lake looked at it, shook their heads, and looked up at the mountain again, concentrating rigorously.

Who knows if in the next moment, there will be someone like this young man, who can't ask for a sword, can't think of it, and jumps down from the mountain?

The stone house was quiet and quiet, and inside the stone house, the master's snoring was still shaking the sky.

Zhang Mingxin dragged his numb feet to the door and knelt down.

"Master! The disciple is useless, he can't ask for a sword, you punish the disciple! ”

The snoring seemed to be stopped by a startle, the old man rubbed his eyes, looked up and saw Zhang Mingxin outside the door, yawned, and said angrily: "I'm back!" Will be back! ”

Zhang Mingxin had tears in his eyes, and whimpered: "It's useless to be a disciple, bury the sword, and you can't ask for the sword." Because I was afraid of death, I didn't ask for a sword and went out of the Hidden Sword Valley, and the master ......"

The old man stood up, his back bent down by the years: "A man who chops wood and cooks wine, what kind of sword do you ask, I didn't give you a sword!" ”

Zhang Mingxin touched the black sword, and pleaded in his mouth: "I will treat this sword well, Master, please leave Senior Brother, don't let Senior Brother Six go, Senior Brother He ......"

"Your sixth senior brother? Hmph, that unscrupulous disciple has already left! I won't keep any of your other five senior brothers, let alone him! If you are like them and cause trouble, then you will be like your six senior brothers, get out of this Burial Sword Valley! The master listened to the three words of the sixth senior brother, and became even more angry, "Get out, get out of the house!" ”

Zhang Ming's heart was in a panic, he fell to the ground, he was tired for two days, and when he heard the news that his senior brother had already left, he was so angry that he was so depressed that he fainted.

The old man was frightened, hurriedly came to see, and after turning Zhang Mingxin over, he pressed his hand on Zhang Mingxin's head and then to his chest.

Suddenly, the old man's cloudy eyes and old face were all quiet, his eyes widened, and he looked at the place where his hand was pressed, and he opened his heart.

After a long time, the old man's hand was removed from Zhang Mingxin's body, he took the wine jar that he had just thrown to Zhang Mingxin, pinched the young man's cheeks, opened his mouth, and poured the whole jar of wine upside down.

Zhang Mingxin suddenly woke up, his hands and feet moved, he struggled in all directions, his head shook wildly, the old man simply sat on Zhang Mingxin's body, let him struggle, the young man's mouth whimpered, but the old man said: "If you dare to vomit, your legs will be broken for you!" This cat's urine is stronger, drink it, and you won't bother me again tonight. ”

The wine jar emptied, the old man stood up, pulled Zhang Mingxin up, turned around, kicked out his buttocks, Zhang Mingxin screamed, flew up in the air, landed on the open ground, rolled a few times, fell so that the bones seemed to fall apart, whimpering on the ground, and couldn't even speak.

The wine didn't know how strong it was, Zhang Mingxin's mind was confused at this time, dizzy, extremely uncomfortable, his limbs struggled, and he couldn't sit up.

Zhang Mingxin vaguely saw in his eyes that a pair of slender feet walked next to him, squatted down, a burst of fragrance wafted in, and he felt dizzy in his head, slightly better.

Two slender hands slashed across his face, hands and feet, first the wound was painful, then a trace of coldness, and finally, a jade hand lifted it, looked at the sitting, and then let go.

"Luck meditate, the injury will heal soon." The woman's voice was thin, she paused, and then said resentfully, "You're back, but I still can't find your senior brother." ”

The boy's eyes were blurred, and he couldn't recognize who it was, and several faces appeared in his mind in a blur.

The woman in white, Hongmei, Wang Jing, the aunt next door, the girl in Yubi, no, no, this voice seems to be, Senior Sister Liu of the Liuyue Sect......

Zhang Ming's heart hurt, and he didn't know if it was because of the strength of the wine, or because he had a headache, but he remembered that the woman let herself meditate luckily, and the young man was obedient and carried out the Taishang Xuanyuan Jue, and in the chaos, he practiced the method of refining turbidity.

The woman walked towards the stone house, stood outside the doorway, lowered her hands, lowered her head, and asked the old man in the house: "Senior, the wind does not look for him...... Is he really gone......"

The old man leaned against the wall, holding the gourd, and drank it one by one, his face was indifferent, expressionless, and he did not answer.

He didn't know what to say, and he left. He, when will he come back? The woman looked up, her eyes were shining, she looked at the old man, and her words were full of resentment.

The old man looked at the woman for a long time, closed his eyes, and said indifferently: "Those who have been expelled from the teacher's door, how can you talk about going back." If you want to see it, you haven't seen it today, although Kyushu is big, you can see it eventually. If you want to wait, don't be afraid that the month is long, ten years and a hundred years, then the fate is free. ”

The woman, hearing the old man's words, was stunned, bowed her head, and said no more.