It has been seven days since the wind saw Yuxiang leave the flower field, and time has turned around once The sun, moon, stars, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth have passed, and on the eighth day, the Lord of the Four Seasons of Flowers has finally returned to the boundless Sun Flower Field.

In the early morning of this day, there were still crystal dewdrops hanging on the flower plates and green leaves of the sunflowers, and the fog in the distance was thick, not the deep haze before Su Mo crossed over.

The fog in Gensokyo is water mist, clear, warm and clean.

Breathing freely and greedily, Su Mo ran around the flower field with a stone that weighed almost twice as much as before.

At this time, he did not wear the green shirt, but changed into a coarse linen coat suitable for movement, the clothes were left by Yuxiang when he left, there were several sets, as for where they came from, I was asked. It's just that these linen clothes are really ugly, and they are sewn crookedly

"Huhu" Su Mo gasped, sweat flowed down his cheeks like a stream, and his originally fair skin was a little darker in the color of the exercise.

If it was an ordinary human who exercised like this when he was young, his body would definitely collapse, but Youxiang had also said before that strictly speaking, Su Mo was no longer in the human category.

"It's hard work, Xiaomo, worthy of being my younger brother." Hidden in the depths of the mist that Su Mo couldn't see, Feng Yuxiang, who had returned from wearing the stars and the moon, looked at Su Mo who was exercising hard, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. The mist that made Su Mo unable to see clearly in the distance could not block the sight of this big monster.

In the fog, Feng saw Youxiang carrying a parasol, and there seemed to be something hanging on her waist, looking at Su Mo, the mist moistened the corners of her clothes, but she didn't deliberately use demonic power to separate them.

Outside the flower field, Su Mo was still running hard, sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked, but he didn't stop to rest, and walked around the flower field tirelessly, round and round, carrying a stubborn stone that seemed to be bigger than his body on his back.

After a while, he poked his head out, and the sunlight melted the layers of mist, and the dew that shone like pearls gradually disappeared in the golden light.

"It's almost time." Su Mo wiped his sweat and decided to go to breakfast first. Sister Yuxiang has been gone for seven days.

Throw the stone on your back into an open field with a "thud", smash up the soft soil, and scare away a few insects that are looking for food.

"I'm sorry, haha." Looking at the little insects that were running around in a panic, Su Mo chuckled, then relaxed his muscles and walked towards the foreign pavilion surrounded by flowers in the flower field

Gently brushing aside the last clump of sunflowers in front of him, Su Mo returned home, but when he raised his eyes and walked towards the door, he was suddenly stunned.

The beauty in the green-haired red dress leaned lazily and gracefully on the stone pillar next to the door, and the parasol that never left her hand was also leaning against the wall, she squinted, enjoying the sun, her expression relaxed, and her hands held something in her arms.

"Sister Youxiang, you're back!!" A little excited, and a little incredulous, obviously it was only seven days, but Su Mo felt that he hadn't seen his dear sister for a long, long time.

"Well, I'm back Xiaomo." The tone was gentle, looking at the excited little brother, the owner of the big flower field, and the thousand-year-old demon were a little surprised by the gentleness he had almost never had.

"Welcome back, Sister Youxiang, what do you want for breakfast?" Now that it's back, then everything is fine.

"Cook me a bowl of somen noodles, I haven't eaten the food made by Xiaomo for a long time." It's only seven days, and it's actually no different from the time of a blink of an eye for Kazami, and time means nothing to her.

"Okay."

After breakfast, although it was very similar to spending more time with his sister, Su Mo still decided to go to exercise immediately, after all, the days ahead are still very long, "When will I start looking forward to the future?" Su Mo shook his head, he used to be alone, helpless, and the future was just a luxury for him, but now, he can also start to learn to be full of hope for the future. It's a subtle feeling, and it's beautiful.

But

"Xiaomo, wait a minute, I have something for you." After wiping the corners of his mouth with an elegant napkin, Kazumi Yuxiang stopped Su Mo, who wanted to exercise.

"Something? For me? Su Mo was a little surprised.

"I made this myself." She handed over the slender object she had held in her arms.

"Uh, well, thank you." Su Mo stretched out his hand and knotted.

The object was wrapped in black cloth, and the cloth was carefully uncovered - it was a sword.

An inky scabbard with a silver lotus pattern. The hilt of the sword is generally made of jade, and it is sparsely wound with unknown silk threads, faintly forming a lotus pattern, for the current Su Mo, this hilt is a little big, and it is cool to touch, very comfortable.

"Do you like it?" Feng Mika on the side asked, and Su Mo seemed to hear a hint of anticipation from it.

"Well, I love it, this sword." Mainly because this is Sister Yuxiang, you made it yourself.

"Pull it out and take a look."

"Okay."

Then, with a "bang", a cold light flashed, and Su Mo pulled out his sword, like pulling out a pool of autumn water.

The blade of the sword is a little more than a meter and three fingers wide. It looks like an ordinary ancient Chinese sword, with a pattern like a flowing cloud on the blade.

Although it looks very ordinary, Su Mo likes it very much, because it is made by Kazami Yuka.

What's more, this time she went out for seven days not to enjoy the flowers, so most of them went for this sword, how could a sword specially made by a demon who had lived for thousands of years be simple?

Although he doesn't know how to use a sword now, and the length of this sword is about the same as his altitude, he basically can't use it for the time being, but Su Mo has already determined that he will use a sword in the future.

And just as Su Mo was holding the sword in his hand beautifully, Youxiang on the side said coldly: "Xiaomo, it's very monotonous to think about exercising only with stones on your back for seven days, you must be boring." ”

Su Mo swallowed her saliva, always feeling that her expression was a little weird, as if some kind of switch had been turned on, especially the smile on the corner of her mouth was so terrifying.

"And then?"

"Let's train our ability to resist strikes!!" In high spirits.

, it turns out that my sister was shaking S's smile just now?!

"Wait for me, I don't think it's Yuxiang, Sister wait!!" Vainly trying to die.

"Don't get so excited, let's get started." Ignoring Su Mo's resistance, Youxiang raised the tough parasol in her hand.

"No!! It hurts!! ”

The boy's screams startled several birds

In the evening, dragging his sore body that seemed to be falling apart, Su Mo struggled to finish dinner, a very simple three dishes and one soup, in addition to a large amount

When the sun was setting, the elegant lord of the flower field and her little brother sat on the high grass outside the flower field as usual, Su Mo, who had almost no strength, leaned on Youxiang's body, smelling the faint fragrance of the good smell, he felt extremely relaxed, and he really wished that time would stop at this moment.

The clouds in the distance, a fiery red, flowing slowly, are the only dynamic in this picturesque landscape.

Clouds, distant mountains, fields of flowers, meadows, and two people sitting next to each other, although one of them is just a child who looks like a teenager, the painting is inexplicably harmonious.

"Little ink."

"Huh?"

"What name do you want to give that sword?"

"I want to think about it~~ Let's call it the Nine Lotus."

Nine-fold lotus, that sword has countless beautiful lotus patterns on it.

"Nine lotuses? It's a good name. ”

With the whispered conversation between the two, Yu Yang finally sank completely below the horizon, and the curtain of night gradually shrouded this beautiful Gensokyo, and it was peaceful.

P.S. On July 1st, subject 2 will be examined, and after that, there will be two changes a day. I hope you can give more support and give more opinions.