Shen Bujiao's dancing sword is also rigid and soft, soft with rigidity, rigidity and softness, the sword turns at will, swaying freely, quite a kind of ethereal feeling of green bamboo after rain and the elegantness of the mist shrouding the green mountains.

The shadow of the sword, the sparkle of the water, and the lazy smile on Shen Bujiao's face, almost like the spring breeze and the moon, make people can't help but be happy when they see it.

Pure, ethereal, gentle and firm, let the bound spirit think of a person, the only master in his life, the lord of the country they often proclaim, this is a free guest of ink and blue, it can be seen that all living beings are in trouble, and thousands of catastrophes are fighting, how can she bear to stand by, the catastrophe is like this, the destiny is difficult to violate, she blesses all things, has mercy on all beings, and chooses to resist everything alone, regardless of the return date.

He knew that she had fallen, not in Futong, but in the void, but he still did not want to leave the Futong where she had paid a lot of effort, the galaxy was vast, the years were long, the glow was in Shen Bujiao's hand, and he jumped mottled in a whirlwind, he gently stretched out his soft white palm, and the light was in his hand, tracing a gentle outline.

The eyebrows and eyes of the bound spirit are sparse, and the unspeakable sadness and desolation linger around the body, a gust of autumn wind rises, the cicadas chirp, the sycamore leaves fall, the soft hair seems to be stroked by a pair of slender hands, and the gentle and long sound seems to be heard in the ears, the binding spirit is stunned, and suddenly laughs sincerely.

The invisible wind is her soul, sweeping through the vast rivers, lakes and seas, blowing through the eaves and ridges, towers and temples, the clouds are her veil, the sunlight is her arrows, and the bamboo forest that breaks through the ground is her blood and tears, protecting her people, and also merciful to all sentient beings, with hope and perseverance.

Things in the world are always like this, as long as the vitality is not extinguished, even if it is temporarily suppressed by natural and man-made disasters, there will be a day when it will rise up, and with generosity and hope to resist the meanness and desolation of years and life.

At the end of the dance, Shen Bujiao took a beautiful sword flower and took the Jueyun Sword back to the Sword Mansion, at that moment, the heart and the sword, the heart and nature became one, and the sincere and happy smile always hung on her bright face, like a red rose blooming under the scorching sun, with indescribable charm, youthful spirit, and flourishing, which was undoubtedly revealed in her.

"I have to tell Ye Cheng and them the good news." Shen Bujiao raised his eyebrows, looked at the bound spirit, and invited: "Together?"

The Bound Spirit flipped its wings and smiled, "Together." ”

Shen Bujiao's eyebrows moved slightly, his heart was surprised, his face was not obvious, the smile was still the same, the binding spirit flew to her shoulder, sat down, the stars swayed, Shen Bujiao's footsteps were brisk, the military uniform of the military academy was black and gold, and the gilded dark lines rolled on the corners and cuffs of the robe.

When the news that Shen Bujie had passed the assessment came from the expeditionary force, it was already winter, and the snow in the deep winter condensed into a pool of cold blue, and a thin and clear layer of cold air was diffused on the water surface, which met with the cold wind on the branches and condensed into frost flowers.

Just after a snowfall, the quaint cornices and walls, carved beams and paintings are submerged in the snow, thick and quiet.

In the Heavenly Academy, Song Ziyuan rolled up his sleeves, laid out paper, and studied ink, but what was painted on the paper was not the wind and snow, nor the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but the void monster.

If Shen Bujiao was here, he would find that the painting and handwriting on the "Void Monster Illustrated Book" on her back at the Military Academy were exactly the same as those on the table.

"Ziyuan." A clear and uninhibited voice sounded from outside the courtyard, and Song Ziyuan raised his eyes, "In the study, come in." ”

Before anyone arrived, the sound came first, and Lu Huaiyu was the only one in the Heavenly Council who could break into his residence so wantonly.

Song Ziyuan put down his pen lightly, since Wen Xianyu took the soldiers of the expeditionary force to the void to explore the "Secret of the Dragon", it has been more than two years, the void monster he wrote just now is the news that Wen Xianyu came back from the front line, every time the void journey, they will encounter the void monsters that have never been heard of before, those void monsters, I don't know if they are newly born Void races, or they have not been discovered by them before, no matter which one it is, it needs to be filed in detail in the Heavenly Council for later generations to see.

And that's exactly what he's doing.

When Lu Huaiyu came in, it was like a breeze drifting in, his figure was thin and straight, with a smile on his face, seeing him come in, Song Ziyuan finished sketching the last stroke, put the pen on the inkstone, and then raised his eyes to look at him, "You are very happy today." ”

It's not a doubt, but it's sure that at this stormy moment, there are really not many things that can make Lu Huaiyu so happy.

Lu Huaiyu sat next to the desk by the window, calmly set up the tea stove, and began to make tea, noble, gentle, with indescribable elegance in his gestures, he chuckled, "It's not that I'm happy, it should be that you're happy." ”

Song Ziyuan raised his eyebrows, cleaned up the desk, sat opposite Lu Huaiyu, glanced at him, pinched the teacup with his fingers, the tea was fragrant, took a sip, and said, "Expeditionary Force."

Lu Huaiyu stroked his palms and laughed: "Exactly, the waterway master of the Great Dao Courtyard that you are optimistic about is also among the freshmen of the expeditionary force, tsk, I said a long time ago that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the blue is better than the blue, and those guys still don't believe it."

Lu Huaiyu smiled, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy, "This time the expeditionary force is not only the waterway master Shen Bujiao, but also her group of friends, who are called Mu Qingming, Xi Fanghua, Meng Xingwan, Ye Cheng...... There seem to be more than a dozen people, and this time it can be described as a bumper harvest. ”

Song Ziyuan put the teacup in front of him, the breeze in his eyes was slight, like time without words, his fingers rubbed the wall of the cup, listening to the good news from Lu Huaiyu, his handsome face was as calm and indifferent as ever, and there was no expression of surprise or surprise, as if Lu Huaiyu said this, he already knew it.

In fact, it is.

Song Ziyuan has a deep wisdom like the sea, what he shows is his omniscience, from the moment he asked Shen Bujie to go to the expeditionary force for the assessment, he knew that Shen Bujie would definitely pass.

The reason why he asked Shen Bujie to participate in the assessment was of course not because of the rules he had told Ye Qingzhou at the beginning, as Ye Qingzhou said back then, when Song Ziyuan was a person who valued the rules, let alone to test whether Shen Bujiao had the strength to enter the expeditionary force, what he wanted to determine was only Shen Bujiao's indomitable courage and unwavering belief, the road she was going to take was destined to be difficult and bumpy, and even a catastrophe would never be recovered, whether she could have the determination and perseverance to give up this body to serve her family and country, and she would die without regrets.

As it turned out, this young girl did not disappoint herself.