On March 15, 1003, someone borrowed a young man's sword in Nanyi City, and a sword inherited the sea of swords.

At that time, the boy who had just seen the mountain realm was watching from below.

So which sword did the boy learn first?

Is it the flat forest wearing flowers, the canyon wearing leaves, the drunken sword, or the sword watching the sea?

This kind of thing is probably only clear to the boy himself, who gradually fell silent under the umbrella.

You Chunshan, a person who had not yet set foot in the path of cultivation, looked up in a daze.

Two Five Realms Sword Cultivators, one Six Realms Sword Cultivators, those mighty sword intents flooded that young man so quickly.

The young man with the wooden sword on his back silently looked at the surging sword intent, and said softly: "Actually, if Uncle Shi can win, Uncle Shi can also be a god. ”

Lu Xiaoer, who threw his sword out, looked solemn, but he also said slowly: "Of course Uncle Shi is not a god, but he will be the best sword cultivator in this world." ”

The most unpretentious good.

That is, faster, higher, stronger than all swords.

It's not just You Chunshan and Lu Xiaoer's hearts that mention their throats.

Those sword cultivators outside the town in this town also looked at it with solemn expressions.

Just last year, a teenager was beaten by a Taoist who was one level higher than him with a stick.

This year's story seems to be a little different.

The sword light of the sword intent of the Manxi River flowed, like a river flowing towards the East China Sea on a starry night.

It's just that it's still evening in the world.

So when a certain twilight fell in the stream, a cold light broke through countless sword intents and landed in the green bushes by the stream, trembling.

Everyone's eyes fell on the sword.

There is a scribbled parrot island on the sword.

And there is a glimmer of blood on the blade.

The eyes of the crowd were shocked when they looked at the line of bright blood slowly falling on the spring green stream grass.

And in an instant, the second sword with the meaning of wind and snow also came suddenly, and once again fell in the green bush.

Countless fine snow falls, and there is the appearance of pear blossoms gradually blooming on the grass in the evening breeze.

That sword is the Xiwu Sword.

It was the sword that the young boy threw to his uncle.

So what about the third sword?

Everyone's eyes were once again on the sky.

All the sword intent and sword light were like the water of a peaceful lake in an instant, and they were shaken out and scattered towards the four fields outside the town.

There was a touch of black, which appeared in the eyes of everyone.

It was a red and black blade.

Then everything appeared in front of the eyes of the world.

The young man with fire on the sword and fire on his body stopped in front of the Six Realms Sword Cultivation, the peach blossom sword in his hand and the sword body was red, like a freshly baked sword, and the fire on the sword body was cyan, just like a night last year.

The umbrella was black, like a vast and deep night, the sword was red, like a peach blossom that was extremely hot, and the fire was cyan, like many clusters of branches and leaves.

And the boy's face was extremely pale.

Under the various shades of print, people will have a feeling that this young man's life is as thin as paper at a glance.

It's just that after that momentary impression, everyone was deeply silent in shock.

In the twilight of those clear streams where the sword intent was gone, there were four sword cultivators.

There was blood on a person's face, from the extremely fast human sword, and that touch of blood was still on the Parrot Continent, and it had fallen into the blade of grass next to the sword.

There is snow on a person's sword, which comes from the wind and snow that the boy has been looking at all the year round, and this fine snow makes that sword have faint sword patterns on it.

Then the last person was clean, but the sword in his hand was gone, but there was a sword and a boy in front of him.

Everyone watched this scene in amazement for a long time, and then woke up to a dull falling sound.

You Chunshan silently looked at the sword that fell into the clear stream and couldn't help but tremble, and couldn't help himself for a long time.

And the sound of the sword falling also woke up the four people in that battle.

The four of them landed on the side of the stream.

Nandao, pale-faced, bent down with an umbrella on the side of the stream, coughing there without the demeanor of a victor, but he really coughed up some bright red, and fell into the stream and drifted away.

The young man's heart is burning, his flesh and blood are painful, and the sea of gods is empty.

Lu Xiaoer hurriedly stepped forward to support his uncle, You Chunshan also hurriedly ran up, thought about it, and ran to pick up the two swords, but when he first touched the sword body, he screamed as if he had been stung and withdrew his hand.

Lu Xiaoer glanced over there, but didn't say anything.

The first thing that sword cultivation in the world today has to learn is to protect your hands with vitality when facing a sword that has become extremely hot in the midst of high-speed sword shooting.

This is what Nandao learned when he was in Nanyi City.

After You Chunshan's screams on the bank of the stream, there was no other sound except for the coughing of the young man and the sound of everyone's breathing.

It took a long time before someone laughed softly: "I lost." ”

Lu Xiaoer raised his head, it was the Five Realms Sword Cultivator of the Stormy Sword Sect, this Sword Cultivator wiped away the blood on his face, saluted the young man with his sword, and then turned around and walked towards the crowd.

The other Five Realms Sword Cultivator frowned and looked at the young man who was coughing by the stream, and said slowly: "It's just asking about the sword, why do you have to work so hard?" ”

Nandao coughed for a long time, raised his head, looked at the man and said softly, "Senior brother is not only asking about my sword, but also about Lingnan's sword." ”

So it's like the first time Nandao looked at Lu Xiaoer.

Lingnan may be good, or it may not be good.

It's just that this teenager doesn't want to lose.

The man looked at the young man deeply, didn't say anything more, also held his sword and saluted, and then turned around and left like a stormy sword cultivator.

So only the last person remained, the tallest sword cultivator in this town, but also the only sword cultivator who had taken off his hand, standing by the stream with his hands hanging down and looking at the young man in the twilight for a long time.

"What's your sword called?"

This is also a question of the sword.

What is the name of the sword in Nandao, this is naturally seen by everyone, it is called Peach Blossom, it is called Parrot Island, and there is also a sword from a young boy called Xiwu.

So such a question naturally does not mean to ask the name of the sword.

Nandao stood in the twilight, but he remembered what a young man with idle clouds and wild cranes said to him a long time ago.

Wheelchair sword?

Such a name is too funny.

So the boy himself laughed, stood by the stream, and plunged the incomparably hot sword in his hand into the clear stream in front of him, and the sword cooled down as quickly as if it were quenched, and then there was a white frost on the sword, which was a lot of fine snow.

The boy drew his sword from the stream and slid against the umbrella bone.

Countless snow chips spread under the umbrella.

The sword roared.

"Fine snow."

The Six Realms Sword Cultivator looked solemn and said softly, "Okay." ”

Then he waded away, walked to the middle of the clear stream, drew his sword, wiped the stream and mud on his sleeve, and saluted with his sword.

"I'll be proud of it."

Nan Dao silently looked at the incomparably sincere Six Realms Sword Cultivator in the stream, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

The sword cultivator waded across the stream, then walked ashore toward the town.

Whether it's high or not is only known after the fight.

You don't know what the name of the sword is until you ask.

So after this young man who had climbed the cliff and went off the cliff, these Donghai sword cultivators came to fight very sincerely, and they also asked.

The suspense left by the white-clothed sword cultivator who looked embarrassed that day finally had some answers.

So he went away satisfied.

......

You Chunshan couldn't help anything, and when he wanted to pick up the sword, his hand was burned by the sword, and he had a boss's blister.

So after everyone left, thinking that Uncle Shi should be hungry, he asked Lu Xiaoer for some money with a shy face, and went to the town to grab noodles.

This young man with a wooden sword on his back walked in the town with some copper plates, but he was a little unaccustomed to it, because no one came to make fun of him today for whether he was a sword cultivator or not.

Everyone was talking about the boy.

After all, it was naturally an extremely amazing thing for a young man who stepped on the snow sloping bridge to be able to fight like this with three Five Realms sword cultivators.

You Chunshan listened to the exclamation of the people in the town with satisfaction, and walked towards the noodle shop.

The young man with the wooden sword on his back planned to lie dormant first, and then wait for the opportunity to move, just like yesterday.

It was only when he first walked near the noodle restaurant that You Chunshan was stunned.

Outside the noodle shop, someone was already talking to the shopkeeper named Wang Xiaoer.

The man looked very strange, tall, with a Dao bun, but he had a sword on his back, and he was wearing a disciple robe of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, but it didn't fit very well, it was shorter, so the Dao robe below was exposed.

You Chunshan listened silently there.

.....

"My master must have eaten a lot of noodles here."

"Who is your master?"

"A sword cultivator dressed in white, who doesn't have any money on him, with his temperament, there is a high probability that he will repay the debt."

......

There was a long pause in between.

You Chunshan hid in the corner of the wall and watched, but the sword cultivator was still facing away from him, while the shopkeeper of the noodle shop seemed to have really remembered something, and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, You Chunshan said indifferently when he heard him continue to be indifferent: "No, I have never had such a person here, and I never sell my face to Jian Xiu." ”

"The people in the town say that your noodles are the best, and since he has stayed in the East China Sea for so long, it is impossible not to eat your noodles."

The voice of that Liuyun Sword Cultivator was as peaceful as the blue-white Dao robe below him.

It is also a truth that the whole world can understand.

Probably tired of the entanglement of this sword cultivator, the shopkeeper of the noodle shop stretched out his hand and said impatiently: "Yes, he ate it, he ate 20,000 yuan, you give it to me." ”

What is the concept of 20,000?

It is equivalent to Cong Blade eating a cloud bamboo here at the beginning.

You can also take down all these storefronts in town.

and for silver, it was twenty thousand taels.

It's just that probably this shopkeeper didn't expect it.

The Liuyun Sword Cultivator in front of him did have 20,000 Guan.

When the large silver ticket slapped on his hand, Wang Xiaoer was obviously stunned, looked at it in disbelief, and confirmed that it was 20,000 yuan.

But he quickly threw the silver ticket back and turned and walked towards the store.

"I haven't sold noodles to Jian Xiu."

The Liuyun Sword Cultivator followed closely and walked towards the noodle shop, and the shopkeeper raised his hand to pull down the door curtain, and then closed the door.

You Chunshan looked at this scene, stunned, and a little anxious.

Don't close the door, where will I go to grab the face if you close the door.

The sword cultivator stopped at the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door for a while, then lowered his hand and said slowly.

"I think you should already know who my master is, and you also know that he is dead, maybe before he died, he was still eating noodles here, playing scoundrels with you, saying that he would have disciples to pay the bill."

The sword cultivator's voice fell a little down as he spoke.

"Because he said before that this is how he paid his master everywhere a long time ago."

"It's just that he probably didn't think that the disciple who paid for him hadn't come yet, and a disciple who was going to kill him came first, and the disciple who paid the bill heard the news on the way.....

The sword cultivator said in a deep voice.

It was a long time before the door reopened.

The shopkeeper of the noodle shop stood quietly in the doorway.

"One thousand one hundred and seventy-five wen."

The sword cultivator stretched out his hand and touched the money in his arms, but the shopkeeper of the noodle shop continued: "I won't sell noodles to the sword cultivator, you have to take off this clothes first." ”

The movements of the sword cultivator wearing the robe of the disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect stopped.

"You can't take off this garment because it's a very important identity."

"Then I won't ask for your money."

The two froze in the twilight of the town.

You Chunshan stood there a little puzzled, thinking why couldn't he take off his clothes? What is that identity?

It's just that the two of them didn't seem to have any intention of talking, but after a long stalemate, the sword cultivator looked towards the store and saw a pot of wine on the table that had not yet been drunk.

This Jian Xiu, who had probably seriously talked to someone who was idle and wild crane, would never drink again in the future, looked at the pot of wine for a long time, and then took out some money from his arms.

"One thousand one hundred and eighty-five wen, I'll buy your pot of wine."

The shopkeeper of the noodle shop looked back at the pot of wine on the table for a long time, then turned around and took the pot of wine, handed it to the Liuyun Sword Cultivator, and finally took the money in his hand.

"Thank you."

The sword cultivator saluted to the shopkeeper of the noodle shop, then took a pot of wine, and turned to You Chunshan's side.

Seeing this young man who was so big and still carrying a wooden sword on his back, the tall Liuyun Sword Cultivator couldn't help but look at it twice, and then walked over.

You Chunshan felt as if he had heard something amazing, but the two of them were too vague, but the young man with the wooden sword on his back didn't understand anything.

After that sword cultivator left, You Chunshan stood there and thought for a while.

Then he walked towards the noodle shop, looked at the shopkeeper of the noodle shop who was sitting at the door in a daze, and said sincerely: "Fifteen yuan, buy three yuan in front of your door." ”

Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant, raised his head and looked at You Chunshan like a fool.

"Fuck off."

“......”

......

You Chunshan brought back three bowls of noodles.

It's not a robbery this time.

Instead, after wandering in the distance of the noodle shop for a while, someone from the town kindly helped him buy three bowls of noodles.

When You Chunshan came back with the three bowls of noodles, he was stunned.

Because the Liuyun Sword Cultivator I had only seen in the town earlier was sitting by the stream and watching the sunset with the young uncle at this time.

The young man with the wooden sword on his back stood there and hesitated for a long time, not knowing whether to walk over or not.

What if this sword cultivator also wants to eat noodles?

There are only three bowls of noodles for four people.

In ancient times, there were two peaches that killed three soldiers, do you have to kill four cultivators on three sides today?

You Chunshan struggled for a long time before he made up his mind and walked towards that side, but first walked to the side of Lu Xiaoer, a young man who was on the side of the wooden house, put down the three bowls of noodles, and then asked cautiously.

"Who's that man?"

Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Human Sword Sect, Chen Huaifeng." ”

You Chunshan took a deep breath.

Good guy, this is a big guy.

Although Chen Huaifeng has not been in the Great Dao for a long time, this sword cultivator has also had a great wind blowing in the world last year.

For example, he stubbornly defended Nanyi City, and was personally named by Bai Yuyu to rob people from the Sword Sect.

Although You Chunshan is not a person from the cultivation world, he has naturally heard some such stories more or less.

It is said that he still has a curtain of white wind and rain in his arms, which is why he is a four-fold cultivator as soon as he enters the avenue.

You Chunshan probably understood why there was a Dao robe under the sword cultivation robe, and it was also combed in a Dao bun.

I finally know who his master is.

It was the blade that died in the East China Sea.

It's just that You Chunshan is still a little puzzled.

How could this sword cultivator, who had already entered the Blue Heaven Dao, put on the robe of the disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect again?

It's just that You Chunshan didn't ask, but asked another question.

"Shall I buy another bowl of noodles?"

Lu Xiaoer held the sword and thought for a while, and said: "He shouldn't eat it, he is healthy, the noodles are too flavorful, and there are too many chili peppers, so he probably won't like to eat it, but I'll still ask." ”

As he spoke, the young man shouted loudly to the two who were sitting quietly watching the sunset.

"Uncle Shi, the noodles are here."

So Nandao glanced back and asked Chen Huaifeng.

"Do you want to eat a bowl of noodles?"

Chen Huaifeng sat quietly by the stream, picked up the pot of wine and put it to his lips and took a sip, shook his head and said, "No." ”

So the two people at the wooden house knew that there was no need to buy it.

Lu Xiaoer then brought a bowl of noodles and sent it to the young man by the stream, and then returned to the wooden house, and sat there eating noodles with You Chunshan, looking at the two over there.

"Master Chen.... Uncle, what are you going to do when you appear in the East China Sea? ”

You Chunshan pondered in his mind for a while before he figured out that he should be called Uncle Shi.

After all, if he is a sword cultivator, he should be the same generation as Lu Xiaoer, called Uncle Nandao, and Chen Huaifeng is the person who is called Senior Brother in Nandao at a glance.

Lu Xiaoer raised his face and said, "How do I know?" ”

You Chunshan stirred the noodles, silently recalling the things he had just heard in the town.

Did you just come to the East China Sea to pay the bills?

The young man with the wooden sword on his back felt that it was not so simple.

Then when he looked at Lu Xiaoer, he was stunned again, sighed and said, "Then who, why do you secretly add eggs to the noodles?" ”

Lu Na was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the golden noodles with chopsticks he picked up, which were illuminated by the twilight, as if he understood something.

Because the chopsticks are carrying a round of red sunset, like a flowing egg lying in the noodles.

Lu Xiaoer stuffed his chopsticks into his mouth, and said vaguely but sincerely: "Because I am a little boy, I want to grow my body." ”