The waves are clear, wash my hat, the waves are turbid, wash my feet.

I have four swords, straight, fast, burning, and simple.

......

The sky is clear, and it is about to enter twilight.

What kind of boy is a boy? Still proud.

Where is the sword?

At this time, there is no sword in the hands of the two, and with wood instead of a sword, everything can be a sword.

I don't know if it's the wind or those Ling Ran's sword intents, soothing the clothes of the teenagers.

Zhang Ze had already sensed the two sword intents that were obviously different, one clear and one turbid, and the next moment, he drew out the wooden branch in his hand.

If there were outsiders present, they would definitely be very surprised by his actions just now, which were obviously very simple, but they drew such a sword move with full sword intent, and even the grass and trees could feel its superiority.

It's a burning sword.

Zhang Yunhui exclaimed: "Could this be the authentic Lonely Mountain Bright Sword Technique?"

Zhang Ze has already said: "This is the four sword styles. After saying this, he swung out this extremely powerful sword intent, which looked very casual and simple.

However, it will never be that simple, because the sword intent that is swung out is so fast, so fast that it is difficult to trace its traces even with the naked eye, just for a moment, the sword intersects with the sword.

I don't know how long later, Zhang Ze looked at the broken branch in his hand, and then glanced at Zhang Yunhui again. Zhang Yunhui was looking down at the broken branch in his hand and thinking about something, probably feeling the other party's gaze, so he raised his head, looked at each other for a moment, and then the two laughed at the same time.

At night, there is a breeze on the mountain road, the smoke rises from the mountain, the sword shadow floats in the forest, and the birds return to the forest.

Zhang Ze had already looked at the sword on his waist and said, "What kind of sword will this be?"

Zhang Yunhui said with a smile: "This sword is called although Shou. He looked at Zhang Zeji and said, "There is no need to talk about victory or defeat, but the next time we meet, we must have a good fight with my husband." ”

Zhang Ze has said: "You should wait." ”

......

Zhang Ze had already looked at the sword on the opposite side: "That young man is really not ordinary, fortunately, he didn't use his real strength in today's competition, and the sword intent of Jian Si alone is on par with that young man, otherwise it will really be a shame." ”

The voice in the sword said disdainfully: "Are you the kind of person who cares about face very much? You say this as if you are a very thin-skinned person?"

Zhang Ze was already dissatisfied: "Although there are only two of us in this room, I still mind a little if you say this, senior." ”

The voice in the sword said: "Tell jokes with people, and then win, and finally become the first sword style, don't you think this is a bit ridiculous?"

Zhang Ze has spread his hands and said: "I have nothing to do, I can only say, I am still the lucky person, maybe fate will always take care of me?"

The voice in the sword snorted coldly: "Anyway, it doesn't matter, you have achieved the first place in the sword test, this is the most important thing for me, in the past twenty years, I have been thinking about this first step, since you help me get out of the first step, then you can naturally take the second and third steps, until you reach the final goal." ”

Zhang Ze is still a little tired of this kind of thing, revenge is always so boring.

"I promised you to become the first in the sword test, and now that I have done it, what reason do I have to continue to help you go on? You know, I may be very troublesome if I continue like this, and I am the most afraid of trouble, even if it is only a little trouble. ”

The voice in the sword said, "What do I want you to do?"

Zhang Ze scratched his head and said, "I don't want others to force me." ”

The voice in the sword said, "Then you will die!"

Zhang Ze was silent for a while and said, "Okay, I promise to help you do it." But he scolded in his heart: "Bullying Lao Tzu has no realm, is it great to have more swords?"

......

I hadn't been outside the Sword Trial Forest for a long time, so I went the next day. The forest is still the same, but the bamboo chair doesn't know where it was thrown.

That bamboo chair hadn't been lying on that lazy ass for a long time.

Zhang Ze had quietly looked at the sword light in the forest, not knowing what he was thinking. Soon the forest was full of disciples, most of them were young disciples who wanted to see the demeanor of the first person in the sword test, and among these disciples they had naturally heard about some idlers in the lonely mountain, some worshipped, some were puzzled, and some wanted to go up and ask for advice.

Zhang Ze had already looked at these young disciples who were still young, and thought to himself if they knew that they had obtained the first place in this sword test by telling stories to others, I don't know how they would feel? But without the bamboo chair, it was really uncomfortable, even if they were lying here idly sleeping now, who would say more?"

There are disciples in the forest who recognize him, and at the moment they are just concentrating on sword practice, ignoring the excitement outside the forest. Someone sighed: "Senior Brother Su's vision is really powerful, could it be that this guy secretly got the guidance of Senior Brother?" Thinking of this makes people jealous, why didn't Senior Brother meet him earlier? Even if it is laundry, cooking, chopping wood and making a fire, even if it is a warm bed, it is completely acceptable.

Zhang Ze was already a little unhappy and said: "Time is hard to buy, don't you all practice swords here? Some people waste their time because they are born to be God's favorites, what reason do you have not to work hard?"

When the disciples heard this, they entered the forest with guilt on their faces. Looking at these green backs, Zhang Zeyi sighed: "Sure enough, this feeling is very good." ”