[ps: Sitting on the high festival pile, crying loudly, begging for a monthly pass, asking for a subscription, asking for a reward, asking for clicking, asking for a collection, asking for a festival]

The bluestone steps are piled with withered yellow fallen leaves, and the green vines that spread on them are extraordinarily green, and Su Yu stepped on them to make a rustling sound, perhaps it was the footsteps, or maybe Su Luo's voice alarmed the old figure.

The figure turned around slowly, the years had left too many marks on his face, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the star-bright eyes.

Su Wei remembered the first time he saw Xie Xiaofeng, what impressed him the most was the sadness between Xie Xiaofeng's eyebrows, the sadness that could not be erased even if he was in the bright smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Maybe because of the wrinkles, Su Xiao couldn't see the sadness between Xie Xiaofeng's eyebrows, and he couldn't see that the old man in front of him would be Xie Xiaofeng, who would chill Kyushu with a sword, and he was almost close to the gods, he gave Su Xiao the impression that he was more like an old man in the twilight, and his hands didn't look like the hands holding the sword, because the hands holding the sword would not tremble.

At this time, Xie Xiaofeng was holding the teacup, a little shaky, and the tea stains were splashed, but he didn't realize it.

Su Fu's gaze stayed on Xie Xiaofeng's hand, where the thumb was gone, and Su Yu asserted that the thumb should have been cut off.

Su Yu thought for a moment and asked aloud, "Your hand?"

"It was cut off by myself, I fought with him thirty years ago, and in that battle, I should have been buried under his fifteenth sword, but unfortunately his last sword was retracted, and then I lived, and he died. Xie Xiaofeng's eyes showed a look of remembrance, and he was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, the teacup in his hand was lightly placed on the table, and he pointed to the teapot, and then pointed to the empty teacup on the side.

Su Yu picked up the teapot and filled two teacups, the tea in this teapot was not fragrant, perhaps because it had been soaked too many times, and the water poured out was like boiled water.

"This tea has no taste. Su Yu picked up Xie Xiaofeng's teacup and respectfully sent it to Xie Xiaofeng, he didn't think that this swordsman who had made the entire rivers and lakes disgraced would be so poor that he couldn't even afford to make tea, the only conclusion was that this tea was just right for Xie Xiaofeng's appetite.

"People are ordinary in this life, when I was young, I liked to drink weak tea, the kind of weak tea picked on Cuiyun Peak, a faint green and sweet taste, every time I go out of the village to compete with the sword or defeat the challenger back, Qiu Di will pour a pot of tea for me..."Xie Xiaofeng took the teacup, the thumbs of his hands have already been cut off, he can only pinch the teacup with four fingers, swaying, but his eyes did not stay on the teacup in his hand, but looked ahead, where the weeds grew wildly, and the green vines lingered, but he couldn't hide the two high mounds of soil.

"Qiu Di is buried there..."Xie Xiaofeng pointed to one of the mounds and said softly, without any sadness in his eyes.

Murong Qiudi, this person, Su Yu knows, this is a woman who makes Xie Xiaofeng love and hate.

"Later, after I defeated the Demon Sect Leader on the top of Qilian Mountain, I fell in love with bitter tea... After the first battle of Qilian Mountain, I became famous all over the world, who in the world did not know Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian Villa, but there were countless people in the world who wanted to step on my corpse to ascend to the altar, and swordsmen rushed to Shenjian Villa to challenge me, just like I challenged those famous predecessors in the rivers and lakes, unfortunately, those people failed, victory is joyful, but for me it is bitter, I don't know, how much blood I have on my hands, I don't know how many people are buried on the shore of the green water lake, I am tired of that life, and I am tired of drinking a pot of weak tea, I prefer that kind of bitter tea, the bitter taste lingers in the mouth for a long time。 Xie Xiaofeng took a sip of the teacup gently, his eyes slowly closed, the afternoon sun was extremely gentle, it made people sleepy, Xie Xiaofeng seemed to be asleep, and did not speak again for a long time.

Su Wei felt that Xie Xiaofeng was very peaceful at the moment, he didn't know if he wanted to interrupt Xie Xiaofeng's nap, but if he thought about it carefully, this was this very impolite behavior, so he kept his mouth shut, looked up at the noon sun, he was a little thirsty, Su Wei took a sip of the teacup, and found that this seemingly light tea, but there was a faint green and sweet taste.

Su Yu looked stunned, his eyes stayed on the teacup in his hand for a long time, this tea is as light as water, it should have no taste, but it tastes like it tastes like it, which makes him feel particularly surprised, and he took another sip, and the taste is still there.

"When I was young, I liked to drink weak tea, the kind of weak tea picked on Cuiyun Peak, a faint green and sweet taste..."Su Yu suddenly remembered Xie Xiaofeng's previous words, his eyes fell into contemplation, silent, listening to the sound of insects chirping from the corner of the Broken Mountain Villa, Su Fu's mood gradually calmed down, his eyes gradually closed, and soon after, the sound of napping sounded.

The two of them gradually fell asleep in the autumn sunshine.

However, although it was autumn, the noon sun was still quite poisonous, and after about half an hour, Su Yu slowly woke up with hazy eyes, looking at Xie Xiaofeng, who was still asleep, he smiled, got up and drank the remaining tea in the teacup.

"This tea has no taste, it's bland, it's me who makes it taste, and what makes it not bland is because I'm not willing to be bland..."Su Yu muttered softly, he walked towards the left side of the two mounds of dirt, stepping on the dead grass without any rustling sound.

Looking at the mound of soil in front of him, Su Yu dug it with his bare hands, maybe after yesterday's autumn rain, the soil was still a little wet, and it was not very laborious to dig up, and the mound was a little loose.

Soon, Su Yu dug up what he wanted to dig.

A sword, it's a sword, and a scabbard.

The scabbard was jet-black and somewhat old, but it had not decayed and was well preserved, except that the cyan spike had faded.

Su Yu knew that this sword was not a peerless sword in the rivers and lakes, because it could not sharpen iron like clay, nor was it a precious sword, because it was not a sword forged by a famous teacher.

However, this is a sword that is unparalleled in the world.

Because, this is Xie Xiaofeng's sword.

"I also want to taste that faint green and sweet taste... In this Jianghu. Su Yu turned to Xie Xiaofeng and whispered, and then turned around and left, walking towards the green water lake, towards the emerald green cloud peak.

There is a saying that the sword is for the battlefield, and the sword is for the rivers and lakes.

In this river and lake, there is never a shortage of swordsmen, just as those green mansions and red boats have never lacked literati and elegant guests.

Today, a swordsman named Su Undefeated, with a yellowed ancient sword in his arms, crashed headlong into this river and lake, and the long-lost Divine Sword Villa also appeared in the eyes of the world again.

Su is undefeated, this is a very mocking name, because he is undefeated, he threatened that no one in the rivers and lakes can defeat him, and the fact is just like his name, from the moment he stepped into the rivers and lakes, he never failed.

With the sword up, he walked to the altar step by step, and his name moved in all directions...... (To be continued.) )