Shi Xiaohan has always been a simple and pure person.

When you are happy, you will feel that the whole world is bright, and you will walk like a little sparrow, and the corners of your mouth will be filled with a smile that is difficult to hide; When you are depressed, you will clearly write your low mood on your face, as if everything around you is covered with a layer of dust, and even your favorite food will become dull and tasteless.

Today, when she won three consecutive victories in the audition, she couldn't help but raise her chin triumphantly when she heard the thunderous applause from the audience, and her bright apricot eyes narrowed into a curved crescent, and the whole person was so excited that she almost floated.

It seems that she did not win the audition, but became the number one in the world.

"Tao Daoyou, after the 'Luoshui Conference' begins, I will definitely let all the monks in the world see the power of the 'Overlord Sword Technique'." As soon as she stepped out of the ring, she grabbed Tao Xi's sleeve beside her and said excitedly.

In contrast, Tao Xi is much calmer and knows his own pounds better.

"Don't underestimate the world's cultivators," Tao Xi said softly, "For me, I have no regrets about having the opportunity to compete on the same stage with the proud sons of the Great Qi Heaven." ”

Shi Xiaohan frowned slightly.

At this time, she was in a state of extreme expansion, and she only wanted to hear others praise her, and she didn't want to listen to this kind of words that would increase the morale of others and destroy her own prestige.

Gu Xu often describes her temper as "like a kitten" in private - if she touches the fur, she will be in a happy mood and easier to get along with; But if she touches the hair against her, she will feel depressed, have a little temper, and even blow up her hair on the spot.

"Don't be so presumptuous, Tao Daoyou," she said, "don't you have any further expectations for the Luoshui Conference?" Like winning a place or something? ”

"Expectation......" Tao Xi lowered his head and said after hesitating for a moment, "If you insist on saying it...... As a talisman master who is not proficient in learning, I hope to have an opportunity to ask Master Gu for advice in person. ”

Shi Xiaohan glanced at her with a gaze that hated iron and steel.

She pondered her words for a while, then folded her hands on her hips and said to Tao Xi like an eldest sister: "Tao Daoyou, you have to understand that for those so-called geniuses, you don't need to be so jealous of them. They are all human beings, they must all have weaknesses, and they are by no means invincible.

"For example, a talisman like Gu Xu may be really good at drawing talismans, but his hand-to-hand combat ability is basically zero. If you are close enough to him, you can do whatever you want to him. ”

Tao Xi lowered his head and did not speak.

Most talisman masters are not good at hand-to-hand combat, which is a well-known fact in the cultivation world of the Great Qi Dynasty at this time.

But here's the trick – you need to be able to get close to them first!

…………

That night, as soon as Shi Xiaohan returned to the dormitory, he couldn't wait to sit next to the desk and write a letter to Gu Xu.

Although in the recent period, she was exhausted and sore from being tortured by the devil training arranged by Hu Yun.

But the moment she lifted the pen, the fatigue of her body seemed to be swept away. A thousand words poured out of her mind like a spring of water, flowing onto the tip of her pen.

Her three auditions basically ended quickly.

But she used that pale and immature writing to write several pages of the battle process in detail.

Just the action of drawing a knife added exaggerated words such as "a shock to the tiger's body", "lightning and thunder", "heaven and earth changing color", "everyone was shocked" - whether it was appropriate or not, as long as it was domineering enough, it would be piled up in one go.

If she is seen by someone who doesn't know, I'm afraid she will think that she is describing the battle between gods and demons and the battle between saints.

After writing, she stuffed the letter paper into the envelope, wrote down the address of "No. 22 Goldfish Lane", walked out of the dormitory, and handed it to the handyman of Longmen Academy.

She couldn't help but start fantasizing in her heart about how Gu Xu would praise herself in her reply.

However, at this time, she suddenly remembered that she had not yet written a reply to her father.

As a "daughter control", Shi Lei basically writes a letter to Shi Xiaohan every day, asking her "Is she full", "Is she warmly dressed", "Is she training hard" and so on.

Shi Xiaohan thought he was too verbose, so he kept saving up his letters and only replied once a week.

After a moment of thought, she took out a piece of letter again, on which she wrote:

"I took out three powerful opponents and passed the audition without any problems—this kind of thing you couldn't do when you were younger, right?

"When the 'Luoshui Conference' officially begins, will you come to the capital to cheer me on?"

…………

Early spring.

The weather in the Shudi Sword Pavilion gradually warmed up.

The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are blooming, and it looks like a brilliant red glow from a distance.

Su Xiao held the wooden sword in his hand and stood in the glade.

But he didn't focus on practicing his sword moves as he usually did.

Instead, he looked into the distance, stunned.

Around him, from time to time, there was the sound of talking, applause, and the clash of swords, which gathered together with the fragrance of flowers and plants, rippling in the peach forest.

This is the disciples of the Sword Pavilion learning martial arts.

The "Luoshui Conference" is coming, and this group of young people are all gearing up and eager to shine in front of everyone.

As the most talented young disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Su Xiao will naturally represent the Sword Pavilion to participate in the "Luoshui Conference".

It's almost time to leave.

But thinking that he was about to go to Luojing City, which was thousands of miles away, his mood was extremely complicated.

"Senior Brother Su is having an epiphany again?" Several Sword Pavilion disciples passed by him, and their eyes were full of admiration when they looked at him.

Su Xiao's image in the eyes of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion was quite similar to Gu Xu's image in the eyes of Luo Jing Fu Xiu - diligent, brilliant and incomprehensible, and he could have a new understanding of martial arts or spells anytime and anywhere.

Su Xiao shook her head.

Today he really wasn't in an epiphany.

He's just thinking about a person.

Sixteen years ago, in the spring, when he was an ignorant child who had just begun to learn swordsmanship, he waved goodbye to that person in this peach forest.

"Dad, when will you come back when you go to Luojing City this time?"

"Wait for next spring, when the peach blossoms here bloom again, and I'll come back here to see you."

"You have to count when you talk!"

"Of course it counts," said the man, with a smile on his face, brighter than the flowers on the tree, "the gentleman said that the horse would be hard to chase." Your father's promise is as strong as the walls of Luojing. When we meet next year, I'll bring you Luojing's walnut crisp to try. ”

"I don't like walnut cakes," the young Su Xiao said with a frown, "I just want to hear your story, the story of you and your comrades slashing demons and monsters with your sword." ”

"No problem, I'll tell you when I get back," my father said in a smug tone, "You must know that although our 'Divine Machine Battalion' has only been established for two years, it has already made great achievements. Niu Huang, extinguishing the Qiqi, Zhu Yan, Wutong Shen...... These terrifying ghosts were wiped out at the hands of me and my comrades. ”

Su Xiao looked at him with a wistful gaze.

In the eyes of a boy of his age, his father is undoubtedly a heroic existence.

What's more, his father was a well-known swordsman of the Great Qi Dynasty and a true hero. valley

"What kind of ghosts are you going to deal with when you go to the capital this time?" Su Xiao asked curiously.

"Poor Qi." Father smiled mysteriously.

"Is that the big villain who looks like a tiger, has a pair of wings, and eats hundreds of people?" Su Xiao was surprised, "Dad, you must kill it and eliminate harm for the people!" ”

"Of course!" The father patted his chest confidently, "I have made very good preparations to deal with it this time!" ”

Speaking of this, my father paused for a moment, then looked down at Su Xiao's eyes and said, "Can you notice that some changes have taken place in my body in the past few days?" ”

Su Xiao narrowed her eyes, looked at her father carefully from head to toe, and replied seriously in a childish voice: "Your beard has grown, and you have gained a little fat." ”

My father was amused by his words.

"Silly boy, what I want to tell you is that I have broken through the sixth realm."

"What's the difference between the sixth realm and the fifth realm?"

At that time, Su Xiao was only a first-realm cultivator, and the fifth and sixth realms were too far away for him, and he didn't have a clear concept of this in his heart.

"The Sixth Realm Cultivator has the Dharma Phase, but the Fifth Realm Cultivator does not."

"What is the Dharma Phase? Is it powerful? ”

"Can't you see it with your own eyes?"

Father said with a smile as his mind moved, summoning his own dharma.

Soon Su Xiao saw that a phantus figure several feet high appeared behind his father, exuding terrifying coercion, making him involuntarily lower his head and not dare to look at him.

The phantasm resembled a hideous-looking deity, with three heads and six arms, golden armor, and weapons such as bows, arrows, and swords.

"My 'Dharma Phase' is the 'Fire Virtue True Monarch' above the Nine Heavens," my father raised his chin and introduced with his eyebrows fluttering, "He is an immortal who serves the 'Taishang Haotian Jade Emperor God', and is called the 'Five Qi True Monarch' along with the Tai Bai Xing ......"

The father talked a lot of words, but Su Xiao couldn't understand many of the terms.

Su Xiao only felt that this "Fire Virtue True Monarch" seemed to be really powerful—if his father owned this thing, he might really be able to defeat the infamous monster Qiqi.

On that day, the petals danced in the wind, like a colorful rain, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Su Xiao grabbed his father's hand, stepped on the ground, and sent his father several miles away.

As he walked, his father repeatedly told him to listen to his master and practice his sword well.

He told his father over and over again that he would come back early.

Then his father waved goodbye to him, stepped on the flying sword, and disappeared into the distant sky.

Since then, Su Xiao has come to this peach forest every day, either to practice, or to practice swords, or simply in a daze, watching the peach blossoms wither, buried in the soil, and then the trees grow fruits.

He silently counted the days in his heart, one day, two days, three days......

He has always firmly believed that as long as he waits here for a year, when the peach blossoms bloom again, his father will control the flying sword, return to his side, and tell him those wonderful demon stories, and tell him about the exciting battle between the "Fire Virtue True Monarch" Faxiang and Qi Qi.

However, the spring breeze came and went, and the peach blossoms bloomed and withered.

Su Xiao has changed from an ignorant little kid to the most admired senior brother in the Sword Pavilion.

But he still didn't wait for his father to return.

The father's wave turned out to be a farewell between the two.

…………

On the twenty-first day of February in the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing, Su Xiao stood for a long time in the place where he saw off his father, with a lot of thoughts.

The spring breeze ruffled his hair and tickled his cheeks, but he didn't notice it.

He sighed softly and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his coat pocket.

It was the bad news that the imperial envoy brought to him sixteen years ago.

The paper read, "Sword Pavilion Keqing, leader of the Great Qi 'Divine Machine Battalion', and Sixth Realm Monk Su Hao unfortunately died in the process of fighting against Qi Qi at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve nine."

The imperial court gave him the nickname "Wuxiang", and also gave Su Xiao a batch of valuable pill resources as a pension.

In addition, the envoy also said that due to the fierce battle, Su Hao and his comrades-in-arms were all gone.

In order to commemorate them, the imperial court could only set up an ancestral hall for them in the capital, hoping that the world would always remember their merits and sacrifices.

Su Xiao has also been to that ancestral hall a few times - there is a tall stone tablet inside, carved with the names of heroes, surrounded by incense, and the people worship in front of the stone tablet.

The name "Su Hao" is located at the top.

These two words were written by Luo Chuan, the head of the Exorcism Division, and the strokes were sonorous and powerful, with an awe-inspiring temperament.

But Su Xiao didn't like the atmosphere in that ancestral hall.

He has always believed that the "Su Hao" in the ancestral hall is just a symbol for admiration and an empty name.

Only in his own memory is his father a living person.

Under the dim yellow candle flame, his father taught Su Xiao to practice swordsmanship hand in hand; He also used his body to fly the eaves and walk the wall, allowing Su Xiao to sit on his shoulders and experience the feeling of flying.

He also brought a set of clay toys to Su Xiao from Jiangnan, but he accidentally broke it on the road, causing the young Su Xiao to cry; But the next morning, he quietly used spells to repair the toys and placed them next to Su Xiao's pillow, and at the same time coaxed his son to say, "This is the fairy to help you repair", "The fairy likes to be obedient and obedient child", "You have to listen to your father's words The fairy will help you"......

Su Xiao often recalls these images in her mind.

People often say that he is cold and arrogant, that he is unapproachable.

But in reality, he just has a lot on his mind.

Recently, Xu Man, the master of the Sword Pavilion, told him that the leader of the "Luoshui Conference" would be eligible to enter the imperial treasury and select a precious magic weapon.

Su Xiao practiced, obsessed with kendo itself, and was not interested in the name of the leader.

However, he learns that there is a treasure in the inner library called the "Mixed Element Box" - it is made of Fuso wood, and the inside contains the Mixed Yuan from the edge of the world, which is said to be able to travel back in time and space.

Su Xiao wanted to know how his father died in battle.

Although that "Qiqi" was a fierce god-level ghost, his actual combat power in intelligence was only similar to that of the peak monk of the Sixth Realm.

It stands to reason that it is almost impossible for the "Shenji Battalion" to be wiped out in front of it - after all, the members of the "Shenji Battalion" are all Tianjiao from all over the country, even if they really can't fight, they should have the ability to escape!

"Dad, the peach blossoms under the mountain are blooming again," Thinking of this, Su Xiao put away the yellowed paper in his hand and said softly, "This time, it's my turn to leave for the capital." ”

The wooden sword in his hand swung and fell.

The invisible sword qi quietly slashed down the peach blossoms all over the tree, and the flowers fell like raindrops, and then sprinkled on his body, three points thicker than the color of blood.

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