I don't know what is under the sword cliff, there is a big lake.

Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant, held a bowl of noodles and ran out with the people in the town, squatting nearby to watch the excitement.

No one knows when this lake appeared, but the wind in the East China Sea was a little strong a few days ago, probably blowing down some of the fog on the cliff, blowing a fog outside the town.

People were worried that something would happen, so they didn't dare to come out and take a look.

To this day, it is about the end of autumn, but the sky is like a wash, so some people are very surprised to find the big lake under the cliff.

The big lake that drew water from the East China Sea, the water of the lake was like a deep mountain spring, very clear, and the high cliff took those clouds and mist, and fell into the big lake.

Although the people in the town didn't know who made the big lake, they could probably guess that it was the handiwork of a certain sword cultivator when they looked at the fresh sword marks on the lakeside.

So they gathered around the lake and talked about it, but they were a little admirable.

However, Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper who was squatting a little far away, stood up while eating noodles, drank soup with a bowl, waded across the clear stream, and walked towards a place by the lake.

There were just some chopped stones.

It's just that this shopkeeper is still very keenly aware of a trace of snow chips on a certain stone that retains sword intent.

Snow flakes?

Wang Xiaoer swallowed the mouthful, but remembered that there was a person.

......

The lake was surrounded by a semicircle around the cliff, and some clouds and mist on the high cliff could not help but fall down and drift on the surface of the lake, but also obscured part of the scene in the middle of the lake.

There's actually a forest there.

Full of white flowers.

It's just that it's not a magnolia, but an unknown white flower from the depths of the East China Sea, a place to observe fate, an unknown white flower on the island outside the mirror of the white moon.

The young man with an umbrella and a sword on his back was at the edge of the not very wide forest, looking down at the lake quietly.

Sharpen the sword under the moon, and come with a conscience.

At the beginning, in the lack of a door, this young man asked the good luck and the evil, the future, and finally left the East China Sea with a lot of Taoist proverbs, and before leaving, he dug up many white-flowered trees from there.

Ye Zhuliu had no objection to this, and Xie Chunxue even helped him pick some of the most vigorous.

After the boy planted those white-flowered trees here, he dug such a large lake.

For a sword cultivator in a small Dao realm, digging out such a lake is not a difficult task.

The boy stood there with an umbrella, seemingly calm, but in fact he was very apprehensive.

The knuckles of the hand holding the umbrella are a little whitish.

If there is a peach blossom on the young man's face, probably the peach blossom will tremble.

The boy stood there, looking at the lake very nervously, the picture in the lake is naturally a high cliff, but it does not reflect all of the high cliff, above the clouds, naturally only clouds and mist can be seen.

After a long time, the young man raised his head, probably hesitated for a long time, but the sound of a sword gradually sounded around him.

The blue-black sword and the streamer-like sword buzzed in the sheath, probably a little eager to try.

The young man gritted his teeth, and the sword intent swim dragon in the sea of gods came out mightily, and the two swords behind him also came out of their sheaths with a bang.

It was only when the two swords began to spin around the young man's body that a very cold voice slowly came from the distance of the big lake.

"You.... Is it to ask about the sword? ”

The young man was stunned, and his sword intent also vanished, turning into a belated autumn wind, blowing into those clouds and mist.

Then the clouds and mist rolled like the hem of the woman's skirt in the wind.

And the skirt is like those falling flowers behind her.

The boy probably still can't forget the magnolia rain last year.

The moon in the sea is the moon in the sky.

You Chunshan is probably indeed a genius.

The boy marveled as the two swords around him fell, lying there like two dead fish.

......

The clouds cleared, and no one knew why the clouds of Sword Cliff suddenly dispersed.

But the clouds and mist dispersed, and the cliff wall full of green vines was seen by the world so clearly for the first time, and people probably knew for the first time that on this lonely and cold high cliff, behind those clouds and mist, there were actually many small flowers, climbing on the green vines, and swaying very leisurely in those winds.

The light in the young man's eyes was very soft, like the grass in early spring, like the wind in late spring.

And the woman, who had her long hair tied with a sword hairpin, stopped quietly in the middle of the great lake, stepping on the floor of a high cliff.

She didn't go down the cliff, and the boy didn't go up the cliff - You Chunshan was certainly a genius.

The young man looked at it for a long time, until he saw that the hairpin on the woman's head seemed to be loose, and then he came back to his senses and said very seriously: "Of course not, sir." The South Island is just ......"

The boy under the umbrella lowered his head and said softly.

"It's just that I haven't seen Mr. for a long time, so ....."

So I just wanted to come and see it.

It's just that the sword hairpin still fell, fell into the lake, and then broke through the water, rolled the clouds and mist with the sword intent, blew down the endless white flowers, and stopped in front of Nandao.

"But I want to see how your sword goes."

The boy was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly and stretched out his hand to the side.

The parrot island turned into a streamer and fell into the scabbard, and the peach blossom sword passed through many white flowers and fell into the hands of the young man.

Haoran's sword intent rose from the ground.

The young man is already a sword cultivator in the Qinglian Realm.

A sword pierced through the flowers.

"Please take a look, sir."

Ten thousand sword lights rose in Pinghu in an instant.

......

Wang Xiaoer held the noodle bowl, squatted there, and watched the scene in the big lake seriously with everyone.

For many people in the town, all they could see was the clouds on the lake that somehow began to surge.

It's just that this little shopkeeper who used to be beaten every day can see it clearly.

So much so that I was dumbfounded.

I didn't even know that the noodles in the bowl were being licked by a dog who didn't know where they came from.

It took a while for the shopkeeper of the noodle shop to come back to his senses, looked down at the dog, and turned his chopsticks angrily and gave it a beat.

The dog barked and ran away.

Wang Xiaoer raised his head again, grabbed a chopstick noodle, and was about to send it to his mouth, but he quickly reacted, and quickly spit out the mouthful of noodles, while spitting out the residue, and poured the bowl of noodles on the ground very unfortunately.

Seeing this, the earth dog ran over again, and was very happy to eat noodles on the ground.

Wang Xiaoer was angry, picked up the bowl and was about to smash it at the dog, but he smashed it halfway, took it back, and sighed stupidly.

It's the same root, so why be in a hurry?

The young shopkeeper stood up, spat into the lake, scolded the dog man and woman, and then walked towards the town with his hands behind his back with chopsticks in a wistful manner.

The people of the town went to see the excitement.

So the street is very quiet.

When Wang Xiaoer walked back to his noodle restaurant, he suddenly became vigilant, because he heard that there was something strange before, and he was in a hurry to follow everyone out, but he didn't close the store, but at this time he heard some very chaotic sounds in the store, as if someone was moving pots and bowls there.

The shopkeeper was furious at the moment, okay, okay, Lao Tzu brews wine, you want to beat me, Lao Tzu cooks noodles and comes to steal the pot again, isn't this bullying honest people?

It just so happened that the earth dog probably didn't eat enough, and followed Wang Xiaoer back with his tail wagging his tail.

The young man squinted, then picked up the dog and threw it through the window into the back kitchen.

The earth dog barked bitterly, but it probably didn't help, and it slammed into it with a clatter.

There seems to be the sound of soup spilling.

After entering the back kitchen, the earth dog barked even more violently.

Wang Xiaoer was stunned.

Someone lifted the curtain, held a pot in his hand, stood there looking at Wang Xiaoer outside the window, and looked down at the pot in his hand, and there was a dog in the pot that stopped barking for some reason.

"When did the people of the East China Sea like to eat dog meat noodles?"

Wang Xiaoer stood there in a daze, and after a long time, his eyes finally fell on the gold pattern on the man's cuffs, and then slowly knelt down.

"Your Majesty forgives you."

......

The sword intent on the lake gradually subsided.

There was some fine sweat on the young man's forehead, and the peach blossom sword was slanted beside him.

Qiuxi'er is like a waterfall of green silk, holding the sword like the moon obliquely, standing calmly in the lake.

However, if you look carefully, you can find that there are some very subtle surprises in the woman's eyes.

Like the equally unobtrusive snow on the sword, which was dissolving into water along the edge of the sword and then falling.

"What do you think, sir?"

The young man pulled out the sword from his side, put it into the sheath with his backhand, and then looked at the woman very seriously and asked.

The sword in Qiu Xi'er's hand was released, and it turned into a sword hairpin again, rolling up the clouds and mist that had been disturbed by the sword intent, and fell back to the back of her head, coiling up her long hair.

The boy watched the scene very carefully.

Why should life be the way it first sees?

It's the same when we see each other again.

So the young man was distracted, and he didn't hear what Qiu Xi'er said for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he only heard some very cold tails falling into the lake like white flowers.

The young man was a little annoyed, stood under the umbrella and saluted, and said very seriously: "What did the gentleman just say?" ”

Qiu Xi'er said quietly: "If you don't want to stay on the cliff, then ..... under this cliff."

The woman's gaze fell on the boy.

Nandao understood something, and said softly, "Zaisi Lake." ”

Qiu Xi'er was probably a little surprised by the growth of the young man, and after a while, he continued: "I meditated in this Zaisi Lake for half a year and felt the sword intent on the cliff. ”

"And after that?"

The boy asked earnestly.

"You can be born out of thin air and be the new young three swords in this world."

The young man was stunned for a moment, but lowered his head, and after a long time, he raised his head again, looked at the woman and said very seriously: "I don't want to do anything with three swords, sir." ”

Qiu Xi'er raised her eyebrows and looked at him and said, "Then what do you want to do?" ”

The young man looked at the woman in the lake and said slowly, "I want to know what the gentleman just said." ”

Although Qiu Xi'er said it again, but the young man still understood that what he said before was naturally different from what he said later.

Qiu Xi'er just said calmly: "No sword cultivator can use the exact same sword. The first sword is the first sword, and the second sword is the second sword. If you can't see it, you can't see it. ”

The young man sighed and said softly, "It seems that that sword is very important, otherwise the gentleman would not be angry." ”

The woman simply sat down calmly in the middle of the lake, as if she were sitting on the edge of a high cliff.

"It's good to know."

The great lake was thus calm.

The disturbed clouds and mist gradually returned to normal, except for the cliff wall, which was empty, as if it was going to make the high cliff in the sky as if it were a high cliff at the bottom of the lake.

The young man holding the umbrella breathed a sigh of relief, he had been hanging his heart all these days, and finally came down, so he also sat down by the white flower forest, and looked at the woman in the middle of the lake very quietly.

It's just that for some reason, Qiu Xi'er suddenly looked at the young man and said something very strange.

"Your sword is called Peach Blossom?"

The young man looked at the woman in the lake with some puzzlement.

Of course, his sword is called Peach Blossom, which is the words Qiu Xi'er carved when he was in Jingsi Lake.

It's just that for some reason she talked about it again.

The boy nodded and said softly, "Yes." ”

The woman in the lake turned her head, faced the cliff again, and said calmly, "This name is not good. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Why does Mr. feel bad?" ”

Qiu Xi'er just said in a cold voice.

"Peach blossoms are easy to thank, not as long as a trickle."

"Sir, I mean, I'm going to change the name of the sword to a trickle?"

"I didn't say that, it's your own business to change or not."

After a long time, the young man seemed to understand something, and said with a soft smile: "Then will I not even be able to drink peach blossom wine in the future, but only sake?" ”

The woman in the lake said lightly: "It's just your own business." ”

The boy said no more, stood up, cut through the clouds, and headed out of the lake.

Qiu Xi'er's voice came from the lake.

"What are you going to do?"

The young man laughed and said, "There are no grinding stones in the lake, so I'll go to the town and borrow one." ”

Of course, changing the name requires grinding away the original name first.

Although you can go directly to the world with a sword and soften the sword body.

It's just that the boy still wants to sharpen his sword.

Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything more, and the young man stepped on the lake.

It's just that after walking out of the clouds, the young man under the umbrella was stunned.

There was a small boat on the big lake, and the people of the town were rowing there three or two on it, as if they were going to the lake to see what was strange in these clouds.

It was not only the teenagers who were stunned, but of course there were also those who watched the teenagers come to the lake.

The two sides looked at each other in silence on the lake.

Someone finally recognized who the boy was, and although the sixteen-year-old grew up and became very fast, it was only after all that the people he had seen in the spring would not be forgotten so quickly.

"You are.... Lingnan fine snow Jiannan Island? ”

When Nandao heard the prefix in front of the name, he sighed for a long time, and then gave a sword salute to a few people very sincerely.

"Zaisi Lake is in the place of Xia Qing cultivation, please go back."

This is probably the first time that a teenager has been so polite and courteous.

Maybe that's the reason for that Lingnan fine snow sword.