The 23rd of March was sunny in the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar.

Nanke Town.

This town, located ten miles outside the city of Nanyi, has always been relatively quiet.

Therefore, when a man walks in the alley, he can only hear his own footsteps and the sound of people in the distance chatting from time to time.

The man's name was Simon, and he was dressed in a black robe, with a token around his waist, engraved with the word "Heaven", and a knife. The corner of a piece of paper was revealed in his arms, which was the dispatch order that flew out of Nanyi City that day.

There are not many heavenly prison officials who use knives, because there is no famous place for sword cultivation in the world.

But less nature doesn't mean no.

Thirty miles north of Fengqiling, there is a place to practice with a knife.

It's called the Five Knife Sect.

The Five Swords Sect is not strong, but Simon is strong.

Therefore, there are many people in the world who know his name and call him Simon Wudao.

Five knives in the south, four in the north.

It's Simon and Cheng Lu.

Simon walked through the alley for a while, then stopped in front of a courtyard, grasped the hilt of his sword, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

No one answered, but there was snoring inside.

So Simon pushed the door open.

This is the backyard, and there is a dead peach tree in the yard.

Under the eaves there was a blacksmith lying on a chaise longue, asleep.

Simon stood in the doorway, looking at the man quietly for a long time, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door that had been opened next to him.

The blacksmith woke up and yawned and looked at Simon.

"Who are you looking for?"

Simon squinted at the blacksmith under the eaves and said, "Naturally, I'm looking for you." ”

The blacksmith under the eaves rubbed his eyes, seemed to be very sleepy, looked at the man from the heavenly hell, thought for a while, and said, "And then? ”

Simon was stared at by the blacksmith, and seemed a little sleepy, and it took a dull low sound from the scabbard at his waist to wake him up.

Simon's expression changed, as if he was facing a great enemy, the vitality around his body surged, and the sword intent was like the wind, rolling up a pile of fallen leaves.

"Looks like you really have a problem...."

The blacksmith interrupted Simon and said, "Your knife is good, do you need me to knock it for you?" ”

Simon looked down at the knife at his waist, and when he turned around, he forgot what he was talking about, so he said politely, "No thanks." ”

The blacksmith nodded and said, "Okay then, are you okay?" ”

Simon tilted his head, looked at the sky and thought for a long time, and said, "It should be fine." ”

"Oh."

Simon turned and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, not forgetting to close the door for him.

The blacksmith yawned in the yard, rolled over, and continued to sleep.

He couldn't understand what Simon was saying, and he thought about it, but he still slept comfortably.

......

Lin Erliang felt that he might have forgotten something, but after standing in the yard and nibbling on the mushroom, he didn't remember to forget anything.

Di Qianjun walked in through the black corridor.

Glancing at Lin Erliang, who was in a daze in the yard, he walked over from the side and said lightly, "Are you so idle?" ”

Lin Erliang frowned and looked at the pear blossoms in the courtyard and said, "I think I forgot something." ”

Di Qianjun raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Lin Erliang looked at the snow-white pear blossom in front of him, and felt that there seemed to be some blanks in his head.

With a gloomy expression, he said, "I don't know, you know? ”

Di Qianjun walked into the inner hall with his sword in his hand, and said calmly: "Is there anything else besides Huangliang's side recently?" ”

Lin Erliang thought for a long time and said, "It seems that there is no more." ”

......

Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting on the edge of a pond of bridges, and the scabbard was shattered by the sword intent on the peach yesterday, so he put it aside, and wrapped a few strips of cloth on it, which was barely repaired.

But some things are not so easy to fix.

After returning from the Hanging Courtyard last night, Zhang Xiaoyu came here, and with the sword intent left by the three generations of sect masters in a pool, he slowly forced the sword intent that entered the body last night.

And then with little effect.

Even at this time, Zhang Xiaoyu's face would still have a wound from time to time.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat on the guardrail by the bridge, swaying his legs, floating in the spring breeze in white clothes, but chic, just looking down at his own appearance in the stream, but he couldn't stop sighing.

With this look, how can you go out to play cards?

Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to cry a little without tears.

I knew that I wouldn't be so cheap, and I went to touch that peach, but I already had an early warning in my heart, but I still had to touch it.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, if the master is not here, you dare to be so skinny, you must be inflated."

Zhang Xiaoyu reflected on himself deeply.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, Zhang Xiaoyu covered his face and turned his head, and saw the senior brother who came with a cup of hot water from between his fingers.

It was the senior brother who asked him to cheer before, Chen Huaifeng.

In a place like the Sword Sect of the world, although they don't attach much importance to the unwritten agreement of not deceiving the youth of the world, they themselves are mixed in the fireworks of the world, so it makes no difference whether they retire or not.

Chen Huaifeng is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today, he has stopped in the ninth realm of the trail for many years, and he has not appeared in the cultivation world for several years, and he was also a generation of talented people back then, but it is difficult to see the avenue in the future, and he doesn't want to accept disciples, so he calms down, drinks tea and plays cards in the garden of the Sword Sect all day long, and when he rises, he goes to the Nanyi River to enjoy the spring or wander around - the life of many disciples of the Sword Sect is like this.

But it is the leisurely life of these disciples that has brought the peace and harmony of Nanyi City for thousands of years.

You never know which person at the table is a disciple of the Sword Sect of the Three Realms of the Trail and the Sword Intent Blue Lotus Realm.

There are many people like this in the Human Sword Sect.

But the world has gradually lost its memory of their names and pasts.

So he disappeared into the dust and smoke, and did not enter the world.

Chen Huaifeng walked over with a hot water cup, stopped by the bridge, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was covering his face playfully: "Why don't you dare to see anyone today?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head back: "I'm not, I don't, I'm just tired and overworked recently, and I want to be alone and quiet." ”

"So what are you doing with your face covered?"

"Because I am infinitely ashamed in the face of the great river, I have wasted my years, and I am tired."

Chen Huaifeng smiled and lay down on the edge of the railing, taking a sip of tea in a cup, and there were a few wolfberries like small red fish floating in it.

"You have a sword wound on your face, we all saw it last night."

"You're wrong!" Zhang Xiaoyu flatly denied it.

Chen Huaifeng sighed, and then was silent for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little strange, covered his face and turned his head, looked at his senior brother, and said, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Chen Huaifeng sighed deeply, looked up at the sky and said, "If that blacksmith in the East China Sea knew that there was a mouth like you Zhang Xiaoyu in the world, he wouldn't have to guard the East China Sea for so many years for a little sword intent. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while before he realized that his senior brother was saying that he had a hard mouth.

However, Zhang Xiaoyu did not refute, after all, the whole Nanyi City knew that he Zhang Xiaoyu had a hard mouth.

Besides, as long as I open my mouth hard enough, I won't admit that I'm really hard-mouthed.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it while comforting himself, Lao Tzu is hard-mouthed, what do you do with me.

Hey.

"You went to the East China Sea last night to receive a sword?" Chen Huaifeng didn't continue to tease, turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "Senior brother, I'm not stupid, can those people in the East China Sea be human beings?" Why should I go and find a fight? ”

"Then why did you suffer such a serious sword wound and stay in Yichi for so long and still haven't forced it out of your body?"

Chen Huaifeng frowned, seemingly puzzled.

Zhang Xiaoyu silently recalled the sword intent last night, and then said slowly: "Of the people of the generation of the Sword Saint Master Ancestor back then, is it really only Chen Yunxi who is still in the world?" ”

Chen Huaifeng raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu: "Tell me about it?" ”

"Last night in the Hanging Courtyard, I may have met a ...... Well, I don't know how to say it either. Zhang Xiaoyu said hesitantly, "Anyway, I heard him say a name." ”

"Who?"

"Diagonal Bridge."

The cup in Chen Huaifeng's hand trembled, spilled a few drops of wolfberry tea, and looked back at Zhang Xiaoyu suspiciously: "Senior brother, you heard it wrong." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu recalled it carefully, and said affirmatively: "Yes, it was a peach from Tingfengtai, I thought it was very strange at the time, so I touched it, and then it was like what you saw, the scabbard was broken, and my appearance was ruined, and after he sensed my sword intent at that time, he seemed to be very hesitant to say the word 'diagonal bridge'." ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at the peach blossoms by the bridge, frowned and said, "The sword intent on a peach? Who likes peaches more in the world? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze also fell on the peach tree.

There is a person in the world who likes peach blossoms very much.

He even wrote a book on planting peach blossoms for this purpose.

"Peach Blossom Aesthetics" - laughter in the bush.

Chen Huaifeng laughed embarrassedly twice and said, "It shouldn't be possible, didn't Master say that the ancestor of Cong Zhongxiao forcibly pulled out the Tsing Yi to open the sky and died with the Demon Ancestor of the Grinding Sword Cliff?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, and said: "But it was a battle that took place 490,000 miles outside the East China Sea......

Chen Huaifeng was also a little unconfident when Zhang Xiaoyu said.

"There were only two people in the Mojian Cliff back then, one was the contemporary cliff owner Uncle Qiushui, and the other was Li Asan of the Emperor of Huai'an, Li Asan must have died thoroughly, why don't you ask Uncle Qiushui?"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at the flowing water under the bridge and said: "Forget it, the sword grinding cliff itself is too busy, so don't touch your brows, in case you send a sword book over, others think that you are here to ask for a sword, then it will be troublesome." ”

"Then let's wait for Master to come back." Chen Huaifeng said, also feeling a little troubled.

The changes in the Grinding Sword Cliff have a far greater impact on the entire human world than any cultivation place.

Because there is a sword on it.

Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but saw Chen Huaifeng standing by the bridge shaking his head incessantly, and asked curiously, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Chen Huaifeng sighed and said: "I just realized that it was really hard to look at the world, junior brother, you are tired, and you will ...... in the future."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng with anticipation, expecting to hear what he wanted to hear most from his senior brother.

But Chen Huaifeng's words made Zhang Xiaoyu so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

"In the future, please continue to suffer from the junior brother." Chen Huaifeng said as he walked out of the pool quickly. "Senior brother, I have a game of cards in the afternoon."

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the scabbard behind him and threw it over.

Unfortunately, it was smashed into the air, and the scabbard wrapped in strips of cloth fell into the grass in embarrassment.

Not a Son of Man, Not a Son of Man!

This son must not be put back into the three pools!