This is the Sword Peak of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect.

Countless swords stuck in the mountain.

Like tombstones, the entire mountain peak was shrouded in a chilling sword aura.

A woman came up from the peak, dressed in a pure white robe.

It was Zhao Thirteen who broke through the three realms that day, and was already the fourth realm.

She could hear countless swords chirping, whistling.

She shook her head, rejected the kindness of the swords, and headed for the peak.

Ordinary disciples, the second realm can come to Sword Peak to choose a sword.

But she waited until the four realms.

She wanted to try the sword again.

It was the sword left by the little uncle, quenched in the thunder tribulation, extremely sharp, and for Zhao Shisan, it also had a special meaning.

She wanted to be closer to that little uncle.

She saw the sword, still at the top of the peak, standing there quietly, but there was an indescribable temperament.

Mean.

Few swords make people think of this word, but this sword stands there like a Confucian gentleman, this is a gentleman's sword.

Zhao Shisan stretched out his hand, white as jade.

It seemed to be an invitation, but the sword was unmoved.

She gripped the hilt of her sword.

After a few breaths, he gave up again.

Even if she had the strength to move the mountain, she still couldn't pull out the sword, she was a little distressed, sat down by the sword, and leaned over.

It's like snuggling up to a loved one.

"You say, will he come back. ”

No one answered her, only a mountain of swords whistling.

The sword was trembling, and Zhao Shisan's heart moved slightly.

There was a person coming down from the mountain, and he was also dressed in pure white, but it was not the Taoist robe of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect.

It was a man, but he had a face as bewitching as a woman.

"Good looking. ”

She gave her a thumbs up.

Ye Xiaowei raised his head and smiled slightly.

She was a little curious, this person did not have the slightest aura fluctuation on his body, how did he get to the sword peak with a strong sword aura.

Ye Xiaowei naturally wouldn't answer what she thought in her heart.

He looked at the sword.

And the sword flew towards him.

Circling around him, it seemed that the owner was coming home to greet his puppy.

Ye Xiaowei shook his head.

"I just came to see you. ”

This was more like what he said to Zhao Shisan, but he still looked at the sword.

He didn't touch the hilt of the sword after all, even though the sword flew in front of him, and the hilt was facing him, like an invitation.

He motioned for him to go back, and the sword seemed reluctant, and he smiled wryly.

With a kick on the sword, the sword returned to its place and stuck there.

Zhao Shisan was a little stunned, but he was just stunned.

"It seems to have waited for the person it was waiting for. ”

Ye Xiaowei shook his head, and then sat down on the ground.

Even if the sword aura of this mountain peak is horizontal, the two of them have not had the slightest influence, Zhao Shisan's cultivation is in the four realms, he is talented and intelligent, and he is also deeply loved by these swords.

What about Ye Xiaowei?

Time is too long, there are many things he doesn't remember much, and the feeling of holding the sword seems to be getting farther and farther away from him.

"I'm not the one it was waiting for, at least not yet. ”

Zhao Shisan stared at the eyes of the man in front of him tightly, extremely good-looking, like a pool of clear springs.

Her heart also quieted.

"Which peak are you the Tianjiao, I don't seem to have heard of you. ”

She asked curiously, although she had been immersed in cultivation all the year round and didn't pay much attention to the disciples in the sect, she had also heard of the amazing talents.

The person in front of him is clearly a mortal body, but he can go up and down the sword peak freely, so there are only two possibilities.

One is that he hid his cultivation, at least Zhao Shisan couldn't see it.

The second is that he has an innate sword body, which is welcomed by these swords.

She couldn't tell what it was, but curiosity grew in her eyes.

"You're very good, you're already around at such a young age. ”

Ye Xiaowei's real age is only sixteen, but he pointed at Zhao Thirteen, who was seventeen, and said, like a teacher commenting on his disciples, tepid.

"But it's not a good thing to pursue too much of a leap in the realm, I hope you understand. ”

Zhao 13 was unmoved.

"Even if it was that person hundreds of years ago, he was gifted, and he didn't suffer from the catastrophe. ”

Zhao Shisan's eyes began to bring hostility, she naturally knew that the person Ye Xiaowei said was her junior uncle.

"You don't deserve to comment on him. ”

Her eyes began to carry disgust, as if Ye Xiaowei had defiled the proudest existence in her heart.

"No matter how the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect tries to round him, how to say that he has succeeded in preaching, by the Holy Flying Immortal, but the clear-eyed people know that he has fallen, otherwise why didn't he take his own sword away, but stay in this bare mountain. ”

Zhao Shisan wanted to open her mouth to defend herself, but she was suddenly stopped, and she found that this was indeed the case.

If Uncle Xiao is alive, why not get back his favorite sword.

"Uncle Xiao is not dead. ”

She could only say that, looking at the sword next to her.

"He probably wasn't dead. ”

Ye Xiaowei got up and went down the mountain.

No longer looking at the sword that spread all over the mountains, there was only one real sword in his heart, and he had already seen it.

When the crescent moon hung in the sky, he returned to the cave mansion where he looked at the heavenly peak, Yuhua was not there, and the cave mansion was even more deserted.

He lay on the bamboo chair for a while, and his thoughts began to get confused again.

He could feel the aura between heaven and earth, but this aura was like the wind.

And he is more like a tattered wooden house in the wind, through which the wind passes and does not stop.

He closed his eyes and entered a small world.

It was a small world that would exist in the body of Yuhua and other monks.

It's just that Ye Xiaowei's small world has no rivers and no full moon.

There was only a dead tree, a dead well, and a dilapidated wooden house.

Ye Xiaowei explored the bottom of the well and found a drop of water.

He condensed the water and dripped it on the dead tree.

The droplets disappeared in the blink of an eye, just dead trees and dead trees.

He sighed, opened his eyes, and returned to the cave.

With a blanket draped on her body at some point, Yuhua lay quietly on the bed, breathing evenly and powerfully.

He leaned over, his hand slowly caressing the weak waist, and gently hugged it.

Even if God doesn't let me fight for the destiny of this life, I have enough money.

Late at night, Yuhua gently pulled his hand, which seemed to be very uncomfortable on his waist, but moved Ye Xiaowei's hand up.

Then he felt a soft, warm ...... in his hand Small peaks?

On the second day, Ye Xiaowei opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Yuhua's cheeks that were a little angry and red.

His hand scratched subconsciously.

A scream shook the heavens.

Ye Xiaowei withdrew his hand in disdain and rolled his eyes.

"The young master was wronged, you didn't say a word last night, climbed into the bed of the young master, and forcibly dragged the young master's hand to your ...... ...... on your breasts"

The more Ye Xiaowei spoke, the more aggrieved he became, but Yuhua's face was changing rapidly.

From red to blue, from green to black.

"Young master, don't say it, I have something to tell you. ”

The two were in the bed, facing each other.

Ye Xiaowei was stunned.

"What's the matter. ”

"Young Master, you also have to practice ......"

"I'm too lazy, don't they all say that the young master has no Dao root and no life to practice. ”

Yuhua's face darkened.

"But I heard from my master yesterday that even though some people don't have Dao roots and have mediocre talents, they still succeed in entering the country with hard work. ”

Ye Xiaowei nodded.

Yuhua thought he had agreed and grinned.

"And young master, I will work hard to cultivate, and then find a cure for your illness. ”

Ye Xiaowei still nodded.

"I'm going back to practice today, and I'll come back at night, the master doesn't allow me to go out of the peak, I ran out secretly, hehe......"

"Go back. ”

Yuhua hurriedly got up, quickly tidied up his clothes, and combed his hair casually a few times.

"I'm leaving. ”

Then he stopped again, turned around and said.

"The master said that there is still half a moon to be the sword test conference, if you can enter the country before that day, you will be eligible to participate, and then you will be able to go to the peaks to practice, young master, you have to come on, I will wait for you in Tianxuan, hehe......"

Then she jumped out like a child.

Ye Xiaowei sighed helplessly.

That night, Yuhua was not seen again.

On the second night, Yuhua still didn't come.

There was a broken piece of bamboo on the bamboo chair.

Ye Xiaowei found a firewood knife and went to the back mountain to cut down the bamboo and repair the bamboo chair.

This is the third night, the cold moonlight shines through the skylight of the cave, and Ye Xiaowei is lying on a bamboo chair.

Yuhua hunched over and pushed open the door, and smiled when she saw Ye Xiaowei.

She climbed into bed again.

The whole person was wrapped in the quilt, only his head was exposed, and he looked at Ye Xiaowei.

Ye Xiaowei shook the bamboo chair and saw the sky through the windowsill.

He finally had a good idea of what kind of attitude he should live with.

She saw the wound on Yuhua's arm.

He laughed.

"Don't hide it, your good master did it?"

Yuhua grinned and squinted.

"Don't come if it's okay, practice well, and come once when the moon is full. ”

"Master, he has no malicious intentions, I'm just afraid that I won't concentrate on cultivation, young master, don't care. ”

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Xiaowei's tone was extremely calm, like moonlight sprinkled on his face.

"It doesn't hurt. ”

"The young master hasn't beaten you, he takes himself too seriously. ”

"Young master, it's really okay, Shizun also taught me a lot of useful spells, hehe......"

"Hmmm......"

Ye Xiaowei responded and closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

He came to that place.

Dry wells, dead trees, wooden houses.

In the mud crevices of the dry well, there were two drops of water.

He condensed the water and poured it on the roots of the dead trees.

He is like a sincere gardener, every day.

I don't know when, the dead fruit hanging from the dead tree seemed to shake slightly.

With just one shock, the whole heaven and earth were like a calm lake, throwing a stone and setting off bursts of ripples.

Ye Xiaowei looked at the withered fruit and smiled.

In the years that passed, there should have been a great river here, and the wooden house was not a wooden house, but a mansion, and the tree, which was full of vitality and produced countless fruits.