Autumn Boat greeted the evening glow, came out of the inner hall, his steps were light, his mood was good, and he got some teachings from Zhou Zong, and the young man was not as resistant to kendo as before.

After walking a hundred paces, the boy saw a young girl standing against a tree, looking left and right, looking a little bored, as if she was waiting for something boringly.

Qiu Fang is usually not proficient in human affairs, but he also guessed who the girl was waiting for at the moment.

"Little junior sister." The boy called softly, and hurried a few steps closer to the girl.

The girl seemed to have waited too long, and when she saw the arrival of Qiufang, there was a little complaint in her eyes at first, and then it turned into joy in a moment, and she still said unrelentingly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Uncle Shi explained a few more words." Qiu Fang scratched his head, a little ashamed.

"Then blame Uncle Shi, I don't blame you." Fu Zhi stared with a smile, and between her mouth and eyebrows, she swept away the slightest resentment against Wu Qiufang. However, she changed her words and talked about today's war.

"Little Senior Brother, you are really majestic today!"

After listening to Fu Zhi's praise, the young man not only did not feel ecstatic, but was a little embarrassed, he should have hidden his ability, but he showed his face as soon as he arrived in Los Angeles, contrary to the master's entrustment.

"Little junior sister." Qiu Fang screamed with a straight face.

Fu Zhi was stunned for a moment, looked at the young man's appearance, and immediately put away his smile and looked at Wu Qiufang seriously.

"Master said that I am not allowed to use spells at will after I go down the mountain, and I ask you not to tell others about today's events." Qiu Fang bowed his head and said with sincerity.

Fu Zhi was about to ask more about the reason, but seeing that Qiu Fang was so serious, she didn't dare to say more, so she had to nod her head and patted Qiu Fang's arm, which was quite heroic, and swore a promise: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will not tell them." But today, thank you brother for saving me! ”

Seeing that Fu Zhi agreed to her request, Wu Qiufang felt reassured in her heart, changed her seriousness and bluntness just now, and smiled with her: "Senior sister, you pulled out a knife to help when you saw that the road was uneven, but I hesitated there for a long time, I really feel guilty." ”

"But it's up to you to save me." Fu Zhi tilted her head and looked at the young man, smiling like a flower.

Qiu Fang was a little shy, and in the face of praise, he often didn't know how to deal with it in order to appear calm, so he had to laugh dryly.

When Fu Zhi saw his appearance, the smile between his eyebrows and eyes became stronger, his slender jade hands were behind him, his slender ten fingers were entangled, and he asked again: "Little senior brother, then let's go out together tomorrow?" ”

Qiu Fang was slightly stunned, revealing a trace of embarrassment: "Master sent a letter, ordering me to practice diligently, today I have to go to the treasury to pick a good sword, and tomorrow I have to follow the ninth uncle to practice swords." ”

"Sword practice? Or Uncle Jiu? Fu Zhi exclaimed, the history of the East Pole Gate, the disciples in the door know a little bit, and in the entire East Pole Gate over the years, there has never been a disciple in the three courtyards outside the three courtyards who have ever set foot in the way of the sword, let alone learn the sword from the ninth uncle who can kill people with his eyes.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhi even shuddered, and there was a faint sense of fear in her eyes.

Fu Zhi's appearance seemed to be a blow to Wu Qiufang's originally high interest, he only felt that the Ninth Senior Uncle's face was like frost, and he didn't smile when he spoke, but he didn't expect it to be such an impression in the eyes of other disciples. For a moment, his thin lips pursed tightly, not knowing what to answer.

Fu Zhi saw that Qiu Fang frightened her, so she quickly shook her head, shook off the intimidating appearance of the Ninth Senior Uncle in her mind, and comforted her: "Little Senior Brother, don't be afraid, although the Ninth Senior Uncle is a little stricter, but..."

"But what?" Qiu Fang raised his eyebrows and asked.

Fu Zhi smiled reluctantly: "But he is also a good person." ”

Qiu Fang saw that Fu Zhi's face was full of far-fetchedness, so he could only nod helplessly, and he looked a little heavy when he breathed in.

"Little Senior Brother, don't worry, you can come and chat with me after practicing the sword every day." Looking at Wu Qiufang's sad face, Fu Zhi was very sorry in her heart, and immediately took a few steps towards Wu Qiufang, couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, and gently patted the young man's hair.

The girl's words, the pair of eyes were like a puddle of water, and the young man was stunned, turned his head a little shyly, and glanced down with slightly trembling eyebrows, only daring to stare at the ground, not daring to answer.

"Fu Zhi!" At this moment, there was a call in the distance, it was Fu Chao's voice, everything just now made him see everything, and the voice of calling people was much louder.

The boys and girls turned their heads one after another, and saw Fu Chao with a black face walking briskly, his eyes flashing with coldness.

Wu Qiufang was about to say hello, but let Fu Chao speak first: "What are you still doing here?" ”

Fu Zhi pursed her lips when she heard this, and a wave of anger welled up in her chest, but she was about to speak, but she was deflated again, endured it, and just said to Qiu Fang: "Remember." ”

After that, he left straight away, ignoring Fu Chao who was chasing after him.

"Hello Senior Brother Fu." Although Fu Chao looked displeased, Qiu Fang didn't want to lose his manners, so he still greeted him hard.

At this moment, Fu Chao was not so atmospheric, there was a trace of imperceptible sharpness in his eyes, he just glanced at Qiu Fang, and chased after Fu Zhi.

Seeing this, the young man shook his head helplessly, he probably understood the relationship between the two, and he didn't want to meddle in things, but he just looked at the white walls and red tiles around him seriously, and thought about where the treasury in Zhou Zong's mouth was.

Behind the three courtyards in the East Pole Gate, there is a row of gray and white brick houses, connected with walls, like a long dragon, which is much taller than the mansion seen before Qiufang.

He followed the guidance of the disciples in the sect along the way, and finally found the place where the sword was hidden.

The doors and windows of this row of warehouses are tightly closed and airtight. The boy stepped onto the moss-dappled long stone steps, and stared wide-eyed at the somewhat rotten iron door, which was unlocked, but the handle was covered with a thick layer of dust.

The young man pursed his lips tightly, he had always liked to be plain, and he was a little disgusted when he saw this full of floating ash. After thinking for a moment, he blew hard, and the floating ash shook off, and the color on the doorknob was slightly brighter in the glow.

Pushing the door in, the silence in the storehouse rushed to the face, and there was a bit of rotten smell in the air, and no one had come to this storehouse for a long time.

The young man rubbed the tip of his itchy nose and went straight in, seeing that the storage in the warehouse was piled up, and as far as the eye could see, he could only see a trace of gray brick walls between the gaps in various objects. Wu Qiufang frowned lightly, even if he didn't like it in his heart, he had to start the journey of searching for the sword.

Dongjimen is one of the most famous families, and there are a lot of eighteen kinds of weapons. This pile of sword weapons has not seen the light of day for a long time, but the luster of the sword body is not something that can be concealed by the floating ash, and there are light soft swords, heavy broad-edged swords, narrow seven-foot swords, and so on. The sword body was hidden in the dark, but the edge showed a few feet and fell in the eyes of the young man.

The young man knew in his heart that these swords were absolutely extraordinary, and they were placed in the world, and they were also treasures that made ordinary people snatch their heads and bleed, but they had a gentle temperament, and they were not much interested in fighting and killing.

If someone who doesn't know his character sees all this in his eyes, he probably has to scold him for not knowing what to do.

The sword has a sword heart, people have human nature, in the world, there are countless sword lovers, and those with a strong temperament like thick and wide bladed giant swords; has a soft temperament, looks like He Wangshu, and prefers a soft sword that can bend and break; The resolute and the majestic sword, all in all, the radish and greens are in their own eyes.

The young man couldn't say what he liked, and when he practiced swords in the mountains, the master always threw him a mediocre, even a little old wooden sword, and he didn't bother to do a new sharpening for him.

However, he was good, and he felt that the wooden sword was the real superior weapon, so when he looked around, he didn't even like any of the swords here. He hesitated for a moment, and then made up his mind to go out and find an old peach tree and cut it for himself.

With his mind set up, the young man turned around and left, ready to walk the streets and alleys to find his favorite peach tree.

As for why it was a peach tree, he always remembered in his mind that when he was younger, the master hid a small peach wood short sword on the banyan tree outside the house.

Although the Taoist has ignored the short sword in recent years, in the young man's heart, the sword made of peach wood must be a high-quality product.

is also the style of a master.

When he returned to the door of the storehouse, he found that the door was closed. Qiu Fang tilted his head and thought about it, and when he remembered it, in order to make the light brighter, he didn't close the iron door, but what he saw in front of him at the moment had become a different scene, which was really a little confusing.

But the closed iron door did not give him any answer, just the cold pestle in place, even if the young man stepped forward and pulled it, he still did not move.

"Strange." The young man muttered, when he came in, although this iron door was heavy, but with a little force, it was opened, and now it was very strong, and it was too strange to be motionless.

Thinking of this, the young man frowned and took a big step back, and then looked up and looked around, always feeling that there was something wrong in this storeroom.

Before the young man could figure out the mystery, a clear voice sounded in his ears.

"Little donor, don't come unharmed."

When Qiu Fang heard the sound, he was horrified, and suddenly looked back, and saw that it was the handsome monk who sent the seventh uncle back standing aside, and he couldn't help but hold his right hand into a sword finger, looking at the monk vigilantly, after all, he has also cultivated since he was a child, and someone was on his side, so he shouldn't have noticed it so slowly, but looking at the appearance in front of him, the monk seemed to have been standing for a long time.

"Master." Qiu Fang frowned and asked, but after a moment, he asked again, "Does the master know me?" ”

"You can say you know, or you don't know." The monk said with a light smile, he saw the vigilance of the young man, so he put down his hands, revealing a relaxed appearance, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, which was particularly eye-catching in the dusty warehouse.

"The disciple doesn't quite understand." Qiu Fang did not take off his guard in his heart, but condensed his eyebrows, clasped his hands, and slowly replied.

"Do you remember an old man you met?" The monk still smiled, as if he expected Qiu Fang to be confused.

When Qiu Fang was still in the mountains, in addition to the master, the person he saw was a white-bearded old man, who seemed to be familiar with the master, and came to the mountain to fight with the master on the chessboard a few times, and the two fought so much that they didn't even eat, but it was a pity that he made that table of food.

"Disciple remembers."

"That old man is the little monk's nephew."

"But that old gentleman has hair, and he's quite old." Qiu Fang blurted out a sentence, he had read Buddhist anecdotes in the book, and he thought that the monk's master should also be an old monk with no hair and perm scars, so he couldn't help but ask such a sentence.

"My nephew took refuge late, and when you saw him, he hadn't yet started." The monk smiled wryly and shook his head, as if he was a little helpless about his nephew.

Qiu Fang nodded thoughtfully when he heard this, thinking in his heart, since this is the case, then what this monk monk says is what it is. After a while, he asked suspiciously, as if he remembered something.

"Why is the Master here?" Qiufang is a member of the East Pole Gate, and he is naturally the master here, and the monk is a guest, but he appears in the warehouse of the East Pole Gate, which is a bit strange in the final analysis.

"Send the sword." The monk smiled.