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In the early morning of the next day, the two headed to Sword Lake. [To see the latest chapter of this book, please go to hua.]

Because when the two of them were sitting on the dome watching the sunrise, an eagle flew over and threw down a ball of paper with two words written on it: Sword Lake.

"This is the word of the master." Murong Jue said, "Let's go to Sword Lake to see her." ”

Sword Lake is a lake, a big lake.

But Xiao Yan couldn't imagine that Sword Lake was such a lake.

Along the four embankments of the lake, there are no willow trees, all tulips, all tulips are reborn and embrace you.

Xiao Yan has never seen such a large sea of flowers full of tulips, red, white, yellow, pink, purple, orange, rows as neat as a military array, blooming warmly, brightly, dignified and elegant, fresh and pure.

“…… Is this Sword Lake? Xiao Yan muttered.

It's more appropriate to call it Gimhyangho or Kumho.

"Don't you feel like a sword? A bunch is a sword, simple and straight. ”

A mellow man's voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them.

Xiao Yan was startled and turned his head.

The man came slowly from among the flowers, the pink robe was like a pink tulip, but it would not have a delicate feeling, but elegant and charming, the facial features were not handsome, but it felt very comfortable, as if not every inch was not good, those eyes were especially charming, looking at you as if it was giving you the whole world, and the world was an infinite sea of flowers, which made people indulge in the splendor of the drunken dead.

"Uncle Hua." Murong Jue's cold voice, like a stream of snow pouring in, suddenly woke up Xiao Yan's drowning mind, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

- This is a congenital!

Her heart was shocked, it was really powerful! A single look can make her lose her mind.

The man's mellow voice laughed, "Oh, Xiao Qianshan has really grown into a beauty." My vision has always been correct, ten years ago I said that Qianshan is growing very well, and if it grows for another three years, returning to the Sword Pavilion will be the crown. Now you are stepping on the top of the beauty list. As he spoke, he pulled out a small book from the wide-sleeved brush, and with the other hand, he took out a graphite pen, and the book and the pen were suspended in the air, brushing down as if they were being manipulated.

Xiao Yan suddenly realized that this should be what the senior said, "Uncle Hua who must not smile when you see him"! - What is he doing here?

For the first time, helplessness appeared in Murong Jue's eyes.

As soon as Uncle Hua stretched out his hand, a bunch of tulips as red as flames in the sea of flowers suddenly appeared between his fingers, and handed it to Murong Jue with a smile. He turned his face to look at Xiao Yan again, nodded while looking, and then shook his head again, with a regretful expression. Xiao Yan couldn't see it clearly, but remembering Murong Jue's words, his face tightened, and he bowed very strictly: "Junior Xiao Wunian pays a visit to Mr. Hua." ”

"Oh, I'm your master's little junior brother, you can call me Uncle Hua."

"Yes, Uncle Hua." Xiao Yan immediately changed his tune.

Uncle Hua smiled charmingly, flicked his fingers, and a bouquet of pure white tulips appeared between his fingers and handed it to her, "This flower is very good." Back then, I gave your mother four bunches, one of one color and one bouquet. You're the ultimate in color, that's enough. After that, the man was gone.

It came and went suddenly.

It was as if he came to look at them and then gave out two bouquets of flowers.

Xiao Yan was a little stunned when he held the flower, and looked at Murong Jue, "Uncle Hua...... What do you mean? Uh, he said to send my mother flowers ......? ”

Murong Jue said: "Uncle Hua is regretting, you are not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, otherwise you can be admitted to the beauty list." [hua. I want to read almost all the books.,It's faster than the general station to be more stable than the dìng, and there are no ads in the whole text.] Well, maybe it's the first beauty. She said with a hidden smile, and said as she walked across the sea of flowers to the lake, "Uncle Hua has a hobby of watching all the beauties in the world, and the beauties who are recognized by him will give out a bouquet of tulips." Uncle Hua cultivated thousands of colors of tulips in his garden, and each beauty gave one color. I heard Shizun say that he smiled when he saw your mother in Chang'an and chased him for three months. Xiao Yan wiped cold sweat silently and listened to the senior, "Then Uncle Hua sighed, no matter which color is difficult to describe its beauty, so send four colors, representing the beauty of the four seasons in the world." ”

Xiao Yan nodded, feeling that Uncle Hua really had a vision, knowing A-Niang's temperament, changeable and containing the beauty of the four seasons, she still can't draw A-Niang. I lowered my head and looked at the pure white flower in my hand again, and then at the fiery red flower in my senior's hand, and I doubted Uncle Hua's eyes again - was it a mistake? Although she doesn't feel that she is as red as fire, isn't this tulip as white as snow more suitable for seniors?

There was a contemplative look in Murong's eyes, "Uncle Hua sent flowers, and he has always had his meaning to read the full text." Another divine thought was passed on to Xiao Yan - [Uncle Shi practiced discernment. 】

Xiao Yan was suddenly solemn, this "discerning eye" is much more powerful than her discerning eye, and she can see a qiē, real and virtual. In other words, their dantian and purple mansion have no secrets at all in front of him.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but be awe-inspired, her dantian purple mansion had too many secrets!

She was a little uneasy in her heart, and when she and Murong Jue stepped on a light boat by the lake and headed towards the center of the lake, they had no intention of watching the misty lake scenery, until the light boat arrow approached the island in the middle of the lake, saw the figure in the mist, and remembered that she was about to meet the Sword Pavilion Master, and her sudden nervousness overwhelmed her anxiety.

The pavilion owner stood by the lake, feeding a flock of big white geese. A simple plain robe, but with a five-color silk ribbon around his waist, he looks simple and elegant. Xiao Yan was so nervous that he held his breath, as if breathing a little heavier was disrespectful to this person.

The ship approached, went ashore.

Murong Jue stepped forward and knelt down and kowtowed three times, "Apprentice knock to see Master." ”

"Get up." The pavilion master's voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze in March, soft and warm to the heart.

Murong Jue got up and said, "Master, the same as ten years ago. ”

The sound and smile are still at present - senior, this is to express his miss for the master.

The pavilion master said: "I haven't seen you for ten years, you have grown up and grown well." ”

This one looks very good, obviously not what Uncle Hua said.

Xiao Yan thought to himself.

Murong Jue's eyes lit up.

The curvature of the thin lips rose slightly.

The beautiful and dark eyebrows also rose a little.

Every detail shows how happy she is. And all the details prove that she is in a very happy mood. Obviously, the teacher's praise for her is a very important, very important thing.

The pavilion master looked at the tulips on the bow of the boat and said with a smile: "The flowers are as red as blood, this blood color is very good." ”

Xiao Yan suddenly, yes, the flowers are as red as fire, but they are also like blood. This blood-colored ...... Does it mean the kendo of seniors?

But she didn't have time to think about it, so she stepped forward and made a big bow second only to kowtowing, "I don't think I will see you...... Well, Pavilion Master. "She should be called Uncle Shi, right? But wouldn't it be too affectionate to call Uncle Shi when we met for the first time? Xiao Yan was very nervous in his heart, but he still decided to call the pavilion master, at least he wouldn't make a mistake.

The pavilion master smiled, and his voice was soft and slow, "You should call me Master Uncle." ”

Xiao Yan's heart was relieved, and he changed his tone and saluted: "Wu Nian to meet the master." "I thought: I don't know how much my mother does?

"Get up." The pavilion master seemed to know what she was thinking, and there was a smile in his voice, "Your master is ranked second, but she doesn't like to be called second, so I call her Xiaobai." ”

Xiao Yan: "......"

Murong Jue silently looked up at the sky, could she say that ten years ago, when she heard Shizun talk about the feeling of being struck by lightning, she heard Shizun talk about "Xiaobai".

The pavilion master led the two of them along the lake.

"Are you wondering, why is this lake called Sword Lake?"

Xiao Yan said: "Yes." -- Listening to Uncle Hua, tulips are simple and straight, like swords. So this lake is called Sword Lake? ”

The pavilion master said: "When the patriarch took the name, this lake was surrounded by miscellaneous trees and shrubs. ”

"Oh, why is that?"

"The patriarch saw the stone sword in front of the mountain gate and said that this sword was very good, so he called it the mountain gate sword; When he saw this lofty mountain, he said that this mountain was very good, so he called it Dajian Mountain; When he saw this lake, he said that this lake was very good, so he called it Jianhu Jinyuan Spring. Oh, and the sword tower, the sword tower, the sword cliff...... The donkey that the patriarch rode back then, this donkey is very good, called the sword donkey. ”

Xiao Yan: "......"

After a while, he held back a smile and said, "The ancestor really loves swords." ”

"Well, the patriarch is called Mo Jian, and he touches the sword every day."

"Haha!" Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing, feeling that the ancestor was so cute, simple, and reckless. Well, the master is so funny. The nervousness in my heart went away in this laughter.

"Xiaobai has taught Xiaohua, named Senior Sister and Brother, and there is really a master-apprentice relationship - you don't have to worry." The pavilion master suddenly smiled and said.

"Huh? Oh! Xiao Yan's heart calmed down, and he smiled happily, "Yes, Wu Nian knows." Thinking of the title of "Little White Little Flower", I feel like laughing again. Maybe my mother is not in the Sword Pavilion, but I don't want to be called "Xiaobai" by the master every day.

"Oh, you're old, you can take advantage of a lot." The Pavilion Master winked mischievously at her. Xiao Yan laughed, only to feel that the master was not at all like the majestic and cold Sword Pavilion Master in his imagination, which made people feel kind, just like his own parents, approachable, and very interesting.

The pavilion master said: "After your master left Hexi, he returned to the Sword Pavilion and left you a gift here. ”

Xiao Yan's chest was shocked, and he was suddenly excited, and his eyes were shining as he looked at his uncle.

The Pavilion Master stopped and smiled, "Go ahead, it's inside." "From the footing, there is a gravel road that leads to the depths of the island.

Xiao Yan nodded heavily, "Yes." He saluted his uncle, bowed to his senior, and turned around and walked quickly.

The pavilion master turned around and looked at Murong Jue gently, "Come, let me see your killing path." ”

"Yes, Master."

Murong Jue stepped back and drew his sword.

……

Xiao Yan walked all the way, faster and faster, but he didn't dare to go too fast, for fear of missing what his mother left behind.

Then she saw a boulder.

She stopped excitedly.

One side of the rock was cut off, and two words were engraved on the flat stone wall.

Thoughtless.

Xiao Yan's eyes were wet.

Slowly, he stepped forward, wanting to touch those two words.

But after only taking two steps forward, his face changed, and the foot he raised could no longer be stepped on.

A pressure as heavy as a mountain weighed on her—Xiao Yan was sure that as soon as she stepped on it, she would be shaken away.

…… It's those two words!

Xiao Yan's excited mood calmed down suddenly.

She took a step back and quietly read the two words.

Words are still words, but in her eyes, they have become countless swords.

Those two words were carved with countless knives, and they contained profound knife intent.

When she entered the range of the power of the sword intent, she could not go any further.

She watched quietly for a long time and used Infinity as a stand-alone machine.

But I felt that those countless knives seemed to be just one knife.

The more she looked at it, the more obsessed she became, pulled out the autumn water knife, and gestured.

But I always feel that when I swing a knife, the next one is very stagnant, as if there is no way to swing the knife from that angle.

Her knife was wielded crookedly, clumsy and jerky, like a child learning to knife.

She paused, pondering.

Then, another swing of the knife.

He paused again, pondering.

Swing a knife.

Time passed silently.

***

Three days later.

In the eyes of the watchers outside the Sword Pavilion, Xiao Yan went down the mountain alone.

Because she has the treasure of breath on her body, her divine sense still can't detect her breath, but what the eyes of the innate grandmaster will not be wrong.

The hunt has begun again.

In the mountains leading from the Qinling Mountains to Xining Road, there are constantly encounters and fights.

But the strange thing is that the chasing and counter-chasing have lost Xiao Yan's trace.

***

At this time, there was also an ambush in distant Lingnan.

To be precise, this is an ambush that has been tracked for a long time.

"That's patient." Dao Xiaozi couldn't help but sigh, and he didn't make a move after a month of forbearance, if it weren't for Shen Qingyi laying traps again and again, making the other party believe that he and Shen Guiyuan had a guard gap due to mental fatigue, and they had to endure until they were really mentally exhausted.

"So patient, so cautious and cautious, even you and I can't detect the hidden aura, it must be a professional assassin with a long training and experience." The old man in Ge Yi, who was holding a bamboo cane, said quietly, while carefully searching for the dead body, as expected, except for some silver coins and copper wires, there was nothing that could reveal his identity.

The dead assassin had an ordinary face, and he was a grandmaster in the middle of the Cave Realm, but it made the two Grandmasters of the late stage of the Cave Realm feel like a thorn in their backs for a month, and their minds were nervous and could not relax, but they couldn't catch his trace, if it was a head-on battle, both of them had confidence in themselves, but the shadowless and invisible assassination was really heartbreaking.

"Dead people can also speak."

Shen Qingyi took out a small leather case with delicate four corners from the leather box, which contained her silver needles and knives, and the rows were cold and shining, cold and dazzling.

Shen Qingyi's two Taoist attendants neatly stripped off the corpse's clothes and lay on their backs on the ground.

The sharp blade fell, and the cutting sound was rattled.

looked at the cold and slender woman holding a cold scalpel and skillfully cutting the corpse, showing an interested look in her always cold eyes; watched as the pieces of internal organs were plucked out by the slender and white hand, neatly put aside, and then cut off small pieces and put them into various reagent bottles; Watch as the entire vertebrae are removed, the bone marrow is taken out, and placed in the reagent bottle; Watch as the lump of flesh between the Assassin's legs is sliced off......

Both grandmasters took a step back silently.

Healers are terrible.

……

Just when Shen Qingyi was dissecting the corpse, under Li Yuzhen's sword, a corpse was falling.