Cultivators from the south to the north crowded the large and small teahouses and restaurants in the Sword King Ridge, which seemed to bring the vitality of the revival of all things in spring, and it seemed that this city full of wind and snow could not resist the enthusiasm of the sword cultivators for swords.

The Sword King Contest will last for seven days, and the first day will end unhappily because of the old drunkard, but the sword cultivators are still full of expectations for the Sword King, whether he is the lowest-level swordsman, or a swordsman with a slight achievement, or a sword immortal who has become famous.

At this time, Dongfang Ningfeng, who was walking on the way home, avoided the clothes and hats shuttling on the street, and left if he could, and the inferiority complex brought by fate made him not like to contact people very much.

Jianwangling is composed of four towns: Jianfeng Town, Jianhua Town, Jianxue Town, and Jianyue Town. Dongfang Ning Feng is the son of the Dongfang Town Lord, so he naturally wants to go back to the Dongfang family in Jianfeng Town, the road between the two towns was not too long, but under his feet, it was like the end of the world.

Luohua Lane is the most remote place in Jianhua Town, and even most of the old people in the town who come out for a walk every day will not come here, but this alley is indeed a pure land for him.

The moss on the gray walls and tiles on both sides of the alley tells the ancient, and even if the sand and gravel deposited on the ground for thousands of years is submerged by heavy snow, you can feel its lazy waist when you step on it, and from time to time you can hear the singing of Yan'er who has traveled thousands of miles.

Dongfang Ning Feng pinned the wooden sword in his hand to his waist, looked around, and after making sure that there was really no one, the slender hands gently took off the straw hat on his head, and a bald head that was brighter than the moonlight of the Moon Cliff appeared in Yan'er's eyes.

He slowly opened his hand, quietly feeling the unique charm of snowflakes. I saw 100,000 snowflakes falling from the sky, invading every piece of his amorous skin, especially his bald head that never saw the light of day. He loves snow and thinks it is the holiest thing in the world, but he can't feel it to the fullest, because he has no hair and no spiritual roots, so he can only hide in the corner of the crowd.

In Sword King Ridge, you can have no spiritual money, you can be poor, but you definitely can't not cast a sword, rich people can forge a sword with good materials, and poor people can also use ordinary materials to forge an ordinary sword, as long as you can cast a sword, you will be supported by the residents of Sword King Ridge, as for the kind of waste that can't use spiritual power to cast a sword without spiritual roots, almost everyone despises it, not to mention a bald waste.

How many times, Dongfang Ningfeng stood here, how he hoped that the snowflakes could make a flat soft voice to soothe the heartache, he wanted to know why his life was so bad, asked the returning Yan'er, Yan'er was speechless, asked the falling snowflakes, Xueflakes were speechless.

In the lonely Falling Flower Alley, on the vast snow, only a long series of footprints can be seen......

"Young master, young master. ”

Finally arrived at the door of his house, listened to the flattery of the family, and looked at the façade of the Oriental family, but he did not have the slightest joy, and walked directly into the door.

"Do you still have the face to come back?" I saw a middle-aged man in a green shirt sitting in the lobby, listening to this tone, it must be Dongfang Ningfeng's father, Dongfang Haoran.

He doesn't speak, and silence is a good resistance, the best persistence.

"Smack!"

Dongfang Ning Feng was slapped to the ground, and his white and delicate left face immediately showed a red palm print, and a bright red bloodshot flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You unassuming waste, you dare to show off what your mother left you, but you know that it is the only thing your mother has left. ”

He still didn't speak, he really wanted to ask: Do you know why I used my mother's wooden sword to participate in the Sword King Competition? But he has long been frustrated by indifference, and the person who hurts him the most in this world is the person closest to him.

Dongfang Haoran took a breath, and then said: "Go to your Uncle Beitang's house tomorrow to propose marriage, you have reached the age of binding your hair, and it is time for you and Beitangyue to get married, that child has good qualifications, and will definitely be able to contribute to our great cause of revenge." ”

He still didn't speak, thinking to himself: Beitangyue, how could she look down on a waste like herself, at the same age, she was already a sword immortal of Tianyun Pavilion. Revenge, even if you take Beitangyue, what can you do, your mother died at the hands of that person, and who else in this world can kill him.

"Guy who doesn't fight off, get out, I'm upset when I see you. ”

Dongfang Ning Feng stood up, neither happy nor sad, and walked towards his room, but when he left the door immediately, he said surprisingly: "The things left by my mother are not only the wooden sword, but also me. ”

Dongfang Haoran was stunned for a while, when did he not hear him say such a thing, did he hear it wrong? I don't know if it was influenced by his son, he thought of her again: Ziyan, you have been gone for ten years, you will always come, if you let your son take the girl of the Beitang family, it can be regarded as an explanation to you.

In the room, Dongfang Ning Feng did not light the lamps and candles, but the bright moonlight spilled into the room, and he threw off the straw hat on his head, and the white bald head made the surroundings bright.

He fished out a large jar of wine from under the bed, and did not pour it into the cup, but took a few sips of the jar, and then coughed several times in succession. I really don't know who his masochistic behavior is trying to arouse distress.

Suddenly, he put down the wine jar in his hand, frowned slightly, and said strangely: "Beitangyue, what are you doing here?"

At this moment, the woman hiding behind him was shocked, and said in her heart: I haven't touched anything in the house since I came here, and I have hidden my breath, for him who has not cultivated, how can he know that I am here?

Seeing that Beitangyue still didn't show up, Dongfang Ning Feng said again: "Sister Yue, don't be weird, there has not been a second person other than me in this room for ten years, I have long been integrated with it, not to mention a person, even an ant came in, I also know." ”

Hearing this, Bei Tangyue was not hypocritical, and with a light flash, she came to him. I haven't seen her for ten years, and the moonrise in Beitang has become a beautiful big girl, more precisely, the proud girl of the sky.

A long gauze skirt is like the snow in this winter night, more like the Milky Way under the moonlit sky, softly shrouded her, the long black hair and the white skirt reflect each other, it has passed the waist, and two strands of hair swing on the chest, like watery skin seems to be the same origin as the snow lotus, so that the flowers are envious; a pair of clear eyes are like bathing in the spring breeze, under the delicate nose is the small mouth like plum blossoms, only a faint pink; there are no ornaments under the slender neck, but there is a little more gorgeous and bright color in this moonlight.

"How do you know it's me?" Bei Tangyue asked suspiciously, breaking the silence between the two.

Dongfang Ning Feng showed a rare smile and said, "Because the sandalwood you smoke on your body is the same as ten years ago." ”

Hearing him say this, Bei Tangyue carefully looked at the childhood playmate in front of him, and thought: He is getting more and more handsome, and his head is also very bright, if he has spiritual roots and grows some hair, it is not impossible to marry him.

The Dongfang family and the Beitang family are the most friendly, still in the mother's womb, the two families made a marriage contract; sensible, the two played together, until ten years ago, he had no spiritual root, no chance to practice, she went to Tianyun Pavilion, and now has the name of the sword immortal.

"I don't want to marry you. "Beitangyue has always spoken straightforwardly, and she will not beat around the bush.

Dongfang Ning Feng didn't show displeasure, he knew: why should someone like himself take her. "Sister Yue doesn't have to worry about it, I will go to your house tomorrow and quit this family business. ”

From childhood to adulthood, he called her Sister Yue, but she was no longer human. "No, if I am dismissed by a person who has no spiritual roots, how will the people of the world think of me? ”

He thought for a while and said, "Then Sister Mingriyue is looking for my father, and you quit this family business." ”

"No, if I quit my family, everyone will say that I am not trustworthy and have been insulted, and my father will not answer. Unexpectedly, Beitangyue still didn't agree.

"It's because I didn't think it through, and I don't know what Sister Yue can do to solve this matter. Dongfang Ning Feng looked at her quietly.

Who knows, a thin long sword instantly rested on his neck.

"Sister Yue, what does this mean?" he asked puzzled, even so, he didn't expect her to kill him.

Beitangyue's delicate face looked a little cold in the moonlight, just like death. "I didn't want to kill you, but I really can't help it, this is the first magic medicine of Tianyun Pavilion, 'Nine Fragrance Tianyun Dew', after drinking it for an hour, you can die happily and quietly. She put away her sword, and in her delicate hand was a round medicine bottle.

Dongfang Ning Feng's eyes became dim, is this his childhood sweetheart? Remember that year, five-year-old Bei Tangyue touched his little bald head, and said coquettishly: "Brother Feng, will I be your wife when I grow up?"

How can the oath of youth be able to withstand the vicissitudes of the years, the path of cultivation, the avenue is ruthless.

"Sister Yue, you are murdering your husband. Dongfang Ning Feng looked very calm, and even quipped.

Bei Tangyue's hand holding the pill trembled slightly, how could she not know the beautiful past of the two, but she didn't want to remember it, and unconsciously, she handed the 'Nine Fragrance Heavenly Rhyme Dew' to his mouth.

"Drink it, after you die, the affairs of the Dongfang family will be the affairs of my Beitangyue. ”

"Thank you. He drank it all without hesitation, maybe he had enough of such a fate.

Bei Tangyue didn't look at him again, turned to leave, and disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.

However, after Beitangyue left, Dongfang Ning Feng felt wrong, this 'Nine Fragrance Tianyun Dew' was not a miracle medicine that could make people die happily and peacefully, he was so painful at this moment, his heart was broken, and his stomach was piercing.

He clutched his stomach tightly and slammed around the room, as if tens of thousands of insects were gnawing at him. But his mind was still clear, he felt that he could not die here, and his body would not be able to live in peace with everyone after death, so he ran out of the door, I don't know if it was because he missed his mother, and he sent the ghost to bring the wooden sword that his mother left for him.

Running and running, at this time he really wanted to die quickly, this pain really couldn't bear it. In fact, it was because Beitangyue stole the wrong medicine, and the bottle was not 'Nine Fragrance Tianyun Dew' at all, but 'Nine Worms Broken Intestines'.

Finally arrived at the Moon Cliff, this is the highest cliff in the Sword King Ridge, as long as you jump from here, no one can find his bones.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Dongfang Ning Feng seemed to see his mother's beautiful smile, "Mother, I'm here to see you." He leaned slightly......