Qi Longhai stared straight at that hand, and suddenly, there was an inexplicable emotion. A pair of slightly dull eyes, at this moment, are clear and clear washed by tears.

Qi Longhai walked towards the waterfall, pointed up, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pressed the boulder with both feet. With all his strength, he pulled out the sword that had been submerged in the boulder.

The waterfall rushed down, and the water hit Qi Longhai's stomach, and the cool air was pressing. But Qi Longhai was in tears, the shocking scene just now was still echoing in his mind, and he suddenly used every bit of strength in his body, plopped, the sword was pulled out, and the human sword fell into the pool. Qi Longhai floated upstream, went down the river, went ashore beside the old man, and respectfully handed the sword to the old man with both hands.

The old man nodded happily, looked at Qi Longhai approvingly, and stopped talking.

At this time, the strong men behind him came back to their senses one by one, ran over and took the sword tremblingly, took out the scabbard and the hilt that should be matched from the house, and trembled and busy.

The east glow is red, quiet and peaceful, and the rumbling sound of the waterfall is more and more prominent, but it still can't hide the sound of flowing water and the sound of newly awakened birds in the trees.

Qi Longsong, who retracted his mind in the shock, tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart with shyness. He really wanted to step forward and respectfully said to the old man, "Sir, can you accept me as an apprentice?"

The words had climbed up to the neck, and as always, they were firmly choked, and not a word could be squeezed out. However, Ziling's words flowed fluently into his ears, "I can't even speak clearly, I still have to learn the sword, do you want to insult the master, or do you want to insult the sword."

The shocking hope was gradually driven out of Qi Longsong's body by the deep-seated frustration.

Qi Longsong walked to Qi Longhai's side, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look directly at the old man, but just tugged at Qi Longhai's clothes and signaled that Qi Longhai should go back to the villa.

Qi Longhai's figure was free and easy, and he stood with his fists in respect: "I saw Mr. today, I am really fortunate to have three lives, grandpa, we should go back, otherwise, the people of Qilongshan will be worried, grandpa, there will be a period in the future, farewell." After finishing speaking, Qi Longhai strode away, Qi Longsong was reluctant, followed behind Qi Longhai with low eyebrows, and saw that his brother was suave and polite, and he also wanted to have such a demeanor, but he stammered when he spoke, even if the wording was the same as his brother, once he squeezed out of his throat, he lost all his flavor. Qi Longsong lowered his head, wanting to look back at the old man, but he never dared to look back.

Suddenly, the old man's voice came from behind: "Meeting is fate, boy, wouldn't it be a pity to turn around and leave without feeling the newly forged sword."

Qi Longhai was happy in his heart, he really wanted to feel it, and he wanted the old man to give him some advice.

The old man took the decorated sword, stared at it for a second, and threw it vertically, but it was like an arrow, impartial, and fell into Qi Longhai's hands.

The morning sun is bright, and thousands of golden rays burst out from the sun, shooting straight through the wind, caressing the swaying trees, and lying on the bubbling river. The wind is clear and cool, and the trees are emerald like washing. The tranquil river water is coated with a layer of gentle white light, which seems to ripple in glass, and there is a kind of holy comfort that soothes the mind. The waterfall still rumbles, the water splashes in all directions, and the silky fine droplets of water fall on the face and seep into the heart, there is a refreshing coolness that is still unfinished. The area around the waterfall is like a dream, the crystal water splashes are shining with fine colored light, and a very tender and faint rainbow is blown by the wind.

Qi Longhai took the sword, held his breath and concentrated, his eyes were slightly closed, he twitched slightly, and slowly unsheathed it, "Huh", the sound thinner than the fine water silk floating from the waterfall, snatched out of the sheath. Qi Longhai was overjoyed, opened his eyes, and said loudly: "The full sheath is sharp and can't be hidden, and a trace of the dragon chant out of the sword."

"Oh", the sword was unsheathed, trembling slightly, and Qi Longhai's hands and heart trembled with the sword.

The west wind passed by slightly, Qi Longhai's hair fluttered slightly, he walked angrily, stood firm with his sword in the wind, and his body was free and handsome. The left hand caressed the sword body, only to see the sun shining on the sword, a slight strange light, attached to the sword body, as if it was adsorbed on the sword, up and down along the sword body, flowing up and down. Qi Longhai couldn't hold back the frenzy in his heart for a long time, and danced in response to the sound of the water, leaning on the wind. The sound of the sword is clear, the streamer is colorful, the shouting is far away, there is a bell like a flood, the sword is pointed, the waves are sound, the footsteps are reached, and the tiger is windy.

The old man was overjoyed, and flew with his sword. Two people and two swords, with a fluttering attitude. Sometimes it is like a dragon dance, and sometimes it is like a phoenix singing for nine days. The sound of hunting, the rumbling of waterfalls, the sound of rivers, the sound of sword dances, the sound of each other, soothing the heart.

After the sword, the old man twisted his beard appreciatively and looked at Qi Longhai, silent. Qi Longhai put the sword into the sheath, still unfinished, stroking and playing with the sword, reluctant to give up.

"Fight with you, never forget".

"Hahaha, boy, in his twilight years, I can meet a sword talent like you, and the old man has no regrets in this life."

Qi Longhai said with a smile: "I have two questions, I hope the old man will dismantle it." The newly-forged sword and the sword in your waist are both superior, and when the newly-forged sword approaches grandpa, if it is immediately separated, what is the reason?"

"Okay! I'll answer first, close my eyes, and listen carefully", the old man drew the sword in his hand, slashed through the air, only listened, hummed, the old man put the sword into the sheath. He drew out his newly forged sword and slashed through the air, only to hear, with a hum, the old man put his sword into the sheath. Then, a look of expectation looked at Qi Longhai.

"Got it"!

"Oh?" the old man was surprised, and couldn't help asking, "What do you understand?"

The first sword slashed through the air, and the sound was thin and pure, like rain, and it slipped down refreshingly. But the voice was slightly sluggish. Like raindrops, dripping from the air, breaking through the dust, it is inevitable to be contaminated with dust, and there is an extra flaw in the purity.

The second sword slashed through the air, and the sound was as thin as a gossamer, and the sunlight was as fine as the rain streaking through the air, spotless, so that the sound was mellow and unhindered, and the crisp and cheerful sound of the fish swimming through the clear spring."

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful"!

The old man's heart was overflowing with appreciation, and there was an indescribable love for the kid in front of him.

"Then why does the newly forged sword always feel like it's close to grandpa"?

The old man looked up at the sky slightly, and stopped thinking about it.

Suddenly, Qi Long Haiwen stepped forward, grabbed the old man's hand with concern, and asked in a whisper: "How is the injury on the old man's hand?"

The old man shook his hands behind his back, stood with his hands in his hands, and said: "Forge a sword with your heart, and the sword will get its god;

Qi Longsong only saw the old man's lips move, as if he was saying something, but he didn't hear anything.

Qi Longhai's ears are like a flood bell stirring, snatching souls, Qi Longhai stands quietly and stands in a daze. I see, forge a sword with a heart, the sword gets its god, devours the sword with blood, the sword gets its soul, and the soul is different, if it is separated.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, looking eastward. He knew it was time to say goodbye. Still reluctant in his heart, he muttered to himself, and sighed unintentionally: "On the side of the East Pavilion, if you can see the battle for 20 years, you will have no regrets in this life."

Qi Longhai was smacking the old man's words over and over again, and when he came back to his senses, he wanted to continue chatting, but he saw that the old man's figure had long since passed away.

Qi Longhai was very reluctant in his heart, however, he and his younger brother had not returned for one night, how could they not go home again? Helpless, Qi Longhai and his younger brother returned the same way and headed west.

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