The voice in the sword was flat, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

It's a short story, but it's actually a long story.

The soybean-like candle flame flickered slightly.

Zhang Ze had already sighed lightly, thinking of the name in his mind, but without the slightest record or impression.

The Boundless Realm of the Sword is the highest level of the swordsman's cultivation, symbolizing the incomparably high glory, that is to say, when crossing that high mountain, he is already standing at the highest point in the cultivation world, and for the world, it is as far away as an ant looking up at the stars in the night firmament.

The Canglan Continent is the continent of swords, although there are other cultivation techniques that have been passed down in the world, such as the Yin and Yang family of Tianxuanmen in Kunshan in the Western Wilderness is to practice Yin and Yang Techniques and walk the continent, but after all, they are a minority.

This is a world where swords fight against swords.

Live for the sword, die for the sword.

How proud and overlooking should a swordsman be when he has reached the supreme realm that he has pursued all his life?

However, when he crossed that realm, he was attacked to death, what kind of anger and unwillingness was there?

Zhang Ze really didn't know this name, and he didn't hear anyone talk about it when he walked in the teahouse, and occasionally people who loved kendo and longed for the lonely mountain to practice would talk about the first head and the sword god.

But, who is Chen Ziyu?

Zhang Ze no longer asked who attacked him from behind, whose sword was it, whose dagger was it?

He was a little curious, but it didn't have much to do with him, he was just a listener to the story.

There was no sound in the sword anymore.

Zhang Ze had already looked at the sword lying flat on the table, it was still so dark, and the sword body was still rusty, even if the light was so dim, it could be seen clearly.

What kind of sword is it, and how many people's blood is on it?

Regardless of the past, now the sword is called Nameless.

The sword is rusty and needs to be sharpened.

Zhang Ze had already remembered that day when he fought against Song Feiyang, he defeated him with the power of Sword Four and this sword. I thought to myself, is this the condition of the exchange? Becoming the first in the sword test was originally my goal.

A few dogs barked outside the door, and the stars were already covered with Tianluo.

The wooden door of the courtyard suddenly moved, and a few strings of footsteps sounded.

There were three people outside the door.

Xu Xiaoqing said with a sad face: "Will it be ...... to go down the mountain to eat hot pot at this time?"

Ma San interrupted her with a smile and said, "That's why I sneaked down the mountain." ”

Xu Xiaoqing lowered his head, and then said in the words that had just been interrupted: "Will it become fat?"

Ma San didn't expect her to be thinking about this problem, so she coughed softly to avoid embarrassment.

On the side, Zhu Ziheng shook his head and said: "The hot pot is too spicy, and the wine is also spicy." ”

Xu Xiaoqing looked around the courtyard with the help of the starlight, and said disgustedly: "It's really an idle person who deserves his name." ”

Ma San was dissatisfied: "Can you invite us into the house first?"

......

The stars are like streams, and on the mountain road paved with bluestones in the lonely mountain, four sneaky figures sneaked down the mountain and went to the town.

......

At this time, there are a lot fewer customers, and there is less excitement. The ingredients are constantly tumbling up and down and colliding in the boiling soup, making a boiling sound.

Wine is wine from a tavern.

The hot pot of that hot pot restaurant.

Xu Xiaoqing laughed and teased: "How can there be such a strange store name?"

Zhang Ze has already said: "Someone is sitting in that hot pot restaurant eating hot pot rice and drinking wine from a tavern. ”

Zhu Ziheng was immersed in eating noodles, the mushrooms in the noodles were very tender, and the ham was also delicious, and when he heard this somewhat inexplicable sentence, he couldn't help but look up and ask, "Who is someone?"

Zhang Ze has said: "Someone is a friend of mine, he doesn't call someone Liu, Wang or Ma, he calls someone." ”

Zhu Ziheng tilted his head and said a little cutely: "This is really a bit strange. With that, he buried his head and went to eat noodles.

Ma San picked up a fish ball and put it in his mouth, which was very delicious.

"Don't you think there's a little bit of depravity?"

Ma San ate a fish ball, picked up a string of vermicelli and put it in a bowl.

"This is the second time I've stolen down the mountain, and the sect stipulates that disciples can't go down the mountain at will, and it will be troublesome if people know that they will send us to the precept hall. ”

Zhang Ze already smiled and said: "If you can eat such a delicious hot pot a few more times, even if you are sent to the ring hall to be punished for a few days, why not?"

Xu Xiaoqing playfully touched the two chopsticks in his hand and said, "I can eat very well, don't laugh at me." ”

......

Listen to a few frogs outside the window.

Stars like rain.

There are a few pedestrians scattered on the street, and the lights are bright.

Couples snuggle intimately on benches under street lamps.

Stray puppies slipped through the streets and into the alleys.

The night is getting late.

How long did it take for the four of them to come out of the store, and Zhang Ze and Ma San were already a little drunk, but they were not shaky.

Zhu Ziheng looked at the two and said, "The day after tomorrow is the final exam, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

Ma San said: "Of course, it is to sharpen the sword. ”

Zhang Ze thought for a while and said, "I hope to wake up naturally tomorrow." ”

Xu Xiaoqing touched her cheeks, in fact, she also drank a few glasses, her face was a little hot, but she was a little more pretty. She said with some concern, "Will you get fat?"