Datang world.

Dijing, Chang'an.

Tonight's Chang'an City has a continuous autumn rain.

Let this old city with a long history be immersed in the thick and poetic smoke and rain.

Accompanied by the outside of Chang'an City, the bells of ancient temples of thousands of years are like a pair of ink and blue ink deeply embedded in rice paper.

The night is getting deeper.

The autumn rain is silent.

A flying sword wrapped in the letter, tore through the lonely night sky, tore open the curtain of the continuous autumn rain, and drilled into the smoke and rain Chang'an.

Jiang House.

Deep in the courtyard.

Zao Wou-ki's eyes were like two fires in the dark night, and he reached out and grabbed it violently, pulling the flying sword that fell from the sky.

"Miss, it's news from Luojiang City."

"It should be related to Fang Lang."

Zhao Wouji glanced at the flying sword letter, turned around, and bowed to the house in the courtyard and said.

Inside the closed courtyard wall, the vermilion carved wooden windows that had not been moving for a long time were opened one after another, and thick sandalwood wafted out of the house.

"Oh? Luojiang Academy has just finished the last college examination, and it seems that the results are coming out to screen the places of the 'Yunling Pagoda'. ”

A lazy sound like a silver bell came from inside the house.

Jiang Linglong, who was dressed in a neon dress, walked out of the house with his little feet as white as snow and stepped on the velvet carpet spread on the ground, looking at the smoke and rain all over the city, his eyes shining like stars.

She didn't wear a veil anymore, and her delicate and beautiful face was exposed to the air, as if to make the autumn night fall for it.

Zao Wou-Ki handed the letter to Jiang Linglong.

Jiang Linglong took it, unfolded the letter, and smiled while reading the letter, the pear vortex bloomed at the corner of his mouth, like a pear tree that amazed the spring rain.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains and small ......"

Jiang Linglong's silver bell-like voice was chanted softly, and her voice echoed in the silent courtyard.

After a long time, she put away the letter, gently pulled the wisp of green silk hanging from her white forehead, and chuckled.

"Little prodigal, it seems to be serious."

"He's drawn his sword."

The girl was dressed in white and stood in the sandalwood room, smiling and looking up.

Suddenly, I saw the young man from outside the city, stepping on the haze, facing the smoke and rain of Chang'an, drawing his sword and pointing at it.

……

……

Next to the fiery stove, there was a spark that was unwilling to be lonely, and in the distance, a boiling kettle filled with water on the stove sprayed water vapor from the air hole, emitting a piercing scream.

Fang Lang no longer retreated, but was only slightly vigilant.

Just buying a sword, do you want to make the atmosphere so solemn?

The young man who struck iron no longer struck iron, but glanced at Fang Lang, his bronzed skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, he put down the hammer, walked to the boiling kettle, and poured hot water into the porcelain cup that had sprinkled tea leaves beforehand.

After that, the young man held the porcelain cup and handed it to the old man sitting in the rocking chair.

Everything was silent.

The old man took the tea, the tea lid gently rubbed the rim of the cup, and his cloudy and old eyes stared at Fang Lang half-open.

After taking a sip of tea, the old man slowly spoke: "Wen Ting called you here?" ”

Feel the rich spiritual thoughts that fill the air.

And the one that hung on the wall, one by one, floating, with the tip pointed at him.

Fang Lang had a harmless and warm smile on his face: "Yes." ”

The old man raised his hand and plucked it gently, as if there was a guqin in the air, and he plucked the piano and the sound was leisurely.

Around Fang Lang, a sword was like a necklace, and the tip of the sword was inward, surrounding Fang Lang's neck.

"Wen Ting's kid promised the old man that he wouldn't tell the second person the location of the old man......"

"He broke his word."

The old man said lightly.

"Kill you, the old man will kill Wen Ting, a guy with a bad mouth."

Fang Lang took a deep breath and said, "Wen Ting is my teacher, and I am a student of Luojiang Academy......

The old man raised his eyebrows, full of anger.

Like a dry and old root of Coptis chinensis knocking in the air.

Suddenly, each suspended sword approached Fang Lang more and more, and the tip of one of the swords was even against Fang Lang's jaw.

"The academy in charge of Old Man Cui?"

"Do you still have a relationship with the dead old man surnamed Cui?"

The old man said coldly.

Fang Lang is about to cry, senior, do you have a grudge against the whole world.

You don't have a grudge against anyone, you say it directly, I try my best not to step on the thunder.

However, although he was panicked in his heart, Fang Lang still had a smile on his face, with a warm smile, looking at the old man, and said, "Senior, I just want to buy a good sword." ”

"What's your name?"

The old man took a sip of tea, chewed the tea leaves, and said.

"Fang Lang, Fang De always Fang, the wave of the prodigal son's return."

Well?!

Fang Lang just finished the introduction.

In the distance, the eyes of the young man with a red body moved slightly: "You are Fang Lang?" ”

"That Fang Lang who killed Lin Yun?"

Fang Lang was stunned, I have ...... Is it so famous?

But the young man just grinned and smiled: "In Chang'an, there is a lot of news about you, many geniuses in Chang'an Academy and Guozi Prison are staring at you, shouting that if you dare to step into Chang'an for half a step, you will definitely discount your legs." ”

Fang Lang's eyelids jumped.

The young man honestly grabbed his head full of hair, and said with a smile: "There is only one Linglong girl in the entire Tang Dynasty, the best Linglong girl." ”

"Miss Linglong, for you, returned to Chang'an two hours late, and was assassinated in eighteen more times, and there were dangers, they all said...... How can you be virtuous? ”

The smile on Fang Lang's face gradually disappeared, slightly stunned.

After that, there was silence.

He thought of the girl with starry eyes.

Chang'an, one more reason to have to go.

Just as Fang Lang was pondering.

The old man made a soft voice: "You are Fang Lang, Fang Lang who plucked the 'Lotus Sheng'?" ”

As soon as the old man knocked his hand, all the swords hung back as if nothing had ever happened, and silence returned to the shop, except for the beating of sparks on the stove.

Boom!

The sound of the sword unsheathed, and the lotus sword in the sword box behind Fang Lang actually came out of the sheath directly and flew towards the old man.

Levitated three inches in front of the old man.

The old man's trembling hands wanted to touch but did not dare to touch.

"What a lotus sword, the sword intent is restrained, Xuanyuan Taihua...... With the body of a woman, she has cultivated such a sword, and she has to obey it. ”

The old man was full of emotion.

The next moment, with a flick of his hand, the Liansheng Sword returned, back into Fang Lang's scabbard.

"Wen Ting, that kid dares to let you come, there is really some reason, for the sake of this lotus sheng's face, I will give you a chance to buy a sword."

The old man said.

In the shop, the tense atmosphere disappeared suddenly, and Fang Lang also felt that the oppression on his body had dissipated.

Suddenly, Fang Lang was not relieved, but he found that his figure involuntarily moved towards the old man, and the old man raised his hand, grabbed Fang Lang's palm, spread it out, and stroked it gently, feeling the cocoon on Fang Lang's hand.

"Huh? is such a thick cocoon, there is such a sword cocoon at a young age, it seems that he has suffered a lot, and the future life is terrifying. ”

There was a rare look of appreciation on the old man's face.

It was as if he saw the picture of Fang Lang practicing his sword diligently.

"The younger generation is good at two-handed swords, and now there is a lotus life, and there is still a lack of a left-handed sword, so I came to buy a sword."

Fang Lang Road.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Two-handed swords, there are not many people in the Datang world, you kid is a little ambitious." ”

"However, you have Liansheng in your hand, and the other sword can't be too bad."

"At least, it's good not to be oppressed by Liansheng's sword intent, otherwise...... Your two-handed sword will be uncontrollablely unbalanced. ”

The old man said lightly.

Then, sit in the rocking chair, raise your hand, and grasp it with five fingers.

Buzz –

A crisp sword roar shook open from the depths of the shop.

There seemed to be a surging sword intent, impacting every corner of the shop.

The next moment, a sword as black as ink shot out, like a hideous black dragon pounced!

Bite!

The old man pointed his finger at the suspended sword body, and the black sword was silent.

"The name of this sword is 'Obsidian', which is cast with the reverse scales of the demon world when the Tang Dynasty attacked the South China Sea Demon Que."

"The lotus sword is gentle, and the obsidian sword is violent, like a yang and a yin, complementing each other."

The old man rubbed the body of the black sword and said.

Fang Lang's eyes were completely attracted by this black sword.

"Boy, if you want to buy a sword, this sword is the most suitable."

"You can see how much it costs, but the old man has only one test."

The old man said.

When Fang Lang heard this, he arched his hand: "Senior, please speak." ”

"That kid Wen Ting came to me to buy a sword, and he resisted five moves in my hands, half dead, and he passed the test."

"You kid is too weak, the old man is not interested in making a move."

"...... like this"

The old man stretched out his fingers like a crumpled old root of Coptis chinensis and pointed at the sturdy young man: "This is the old man's disciple, and he is also preparing to participate in the scientific examination, he is studying in Chang'an Academy, an eight-stage martial artist, and the second place in the martial arts competition held by the Ministry of War this year." ”

"I asked him to press the realm to the ninth rank martial apprentice, if you fight with him, you can stick to the kung fu of a cup of tea, even if you pass the test."

"If you can't hold on, you can get out."

"Obsidian, you don't deserve it."

"Rensheng...... You are not worthy. ”

"Do you dare?"

When Fang Lang heard this, there was a stream of hot blood surging up slightly in his body.

He raised his eyes to the boy who was scratching the back of his head and grinning at him.

First in the martial arts competition?

Peerless genius?

Fifteen-year-old eight-dan martial artist?!

Yo, fresh leeks!

"Our waves...... I like to communicate with geniuses the most. ”

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, and he smiled warmly.

The old man snorted, pinched the obsidian sword, and the rocking chair under him moved straight to the corner of the shop.

vacated the shop space to Fang Lang and the honest boy.

"Brother Tai, my Lang loves to make friends with people the most, dare to ask Brother Tai...... What's your last name? ”

Fang Lang asked with a smile.

However, the honest boy didn't speak, just scratched the back of his head with a smile.

Suddenly!

With a smile, the young man actually took out a long knife like ink from the back of his head, and suddenly slashed down, and there was a faint tearing sound in the air!

Fang Lang's eyes condensed, and he also swept out the lotus life!

Knife to sword collide!

Mars rubs and jumps!

The terrifying power spread along the young man's blade and collided with Fang Lang's sword-holding hand.

The young man's eyes were like fire, pressing Fang Lang, Fang Lang's feet stepped on the ground, constantly retreating, retreating......

One person presses forward, one person retreats!

Boom!

Fang Lang's back slammed into the wooden door of the shop, and the strength formed by the young man's input of the qi and blood in the long knife was like a black thorn flower roaring and blooming behind Fang Lang, causing the wooden door to explode in an instant, and the sawdust flew all over the place.

PS； The number of words is full, three provinces and my body, and the ticket is called? Ticket? Ticket?