The boy borrowed a millstone as he wished, and succeeded in dissuading the people of the town from exploring the Great Lake.

It's just that he was a little curious about why the shopkeeper in the noodle restaurant in the town was not very good-tempered, and why he was standing outside the store in a daze with an empty bowl.

He vaguely saw a figure eating noodles inside, but unfortunately Xiao Er's figure was too annoying and he couldn't see who the person in the store was.

It's just that the boy didn't care, just hugged the grinding stone, hurriedly left the town, and returned to Zaisi Lake.

The woman in the lake was still sitting quietly on the high cliff in the water, and when she saw the young man coming back, she didn't say anything.

It's like that's your own business.

The people on the cliff have always been cold.

Even if he has come to the world, he has never talked about anything in this world.

The young man who had just returned from the East China Sea naturally didn't know that he was just sitting by the lake and sharpening the peach blossom sword very seriously.

Maybe it was the people in the lake who disturbed the young man's mind, but I don't know why, but Nandao was grinding and grinding, and then grinding to the blade of the sword, and then stopped with a strange expression, raised the sword in his hand, and lay it in the late autumn light.

There is a cold light jumping, like a clear stream in the valley, and finally see the sun, so it shines brightly on the valley wall.

The Peach Blossom Sword is missing.

Or to be precise, the kind on the sword, because the blue-black color that burned out of the lake woman borrowed the sword to look at the sea, and was inadvertently rubbed by the young man, but it finally disappeared, revealing the sword body that was as wet as water underneath.

This is probably the first time the boy has seen this sword after being tempered by sword intent.

Just like Parrot Island.

"Trickle."

The young man read these two words in a loud voice, looked at the traces that rubbed out like a clear stream in the valley, and turned his head to look at the autumn stream in the lake.

"Did Sir know early in the morning that the fire marks on the sword were about to fall off?"

Qiu Xi'er heard the sound and glanced back at the young man by the forest, and her eyes fell on the young man's sword again, she wanted to say no, but for some reason, the words came to her lips and swallowed again, and a fleeting smile flashed in the clear pool under her eyebrows, and she turned back and said very plainly: "Yes." ”

"Oh."

Nandao lowered his head again and continued to sharpen the sword in his hand, only this time it was not the sword that was sharpened, but the sword body.

It was not until twilight that the young man finally sharpened the sword, and then bowed to the lake with sword intent and poured it down.

With the washing of the water, the sword that used to be very clumsy, I don't know when, but it is also like a famous sword in the world, with a cold cold light.

The young man stood up in amazement, stood under the umbrella, looked at the sword in his hand, and then his mind moved, the long sword broke through the air, wrapped in sword intent, shuttled in the clouds and mist, and the parrot island behind him was probably a little unwilling to be lonely, and went out of the sheath, merged into the clouds and mist, and went to the sky.

It took a long time for the two swords to return together, hovering around the boy with a light sound.

The boy stood under the umbrella, looking at the cold light, and also at the world beyond the clouds.

Even if you say you don't want to do three swords.

Who really wouldn't?

The Peach Blossom Sword and the Parrot Island fell into the scabbard with a bang.

The woman in the lake turned her head very abruptly and looked at the boy for a long time.

"You're not changing the name of the sword?"

The young man stood under the umbrella and said very sincerely: "After thinking about it, it is better to have peach blossoms, and Mr. ....."

"I like to drink peach blossom wine and watch peach blossoms, but those are all things that have nothing to do with that little peach demon of the Sword Sect in the world."

The young man's ears were crimson, but his eyes were looking at the woman in the lake very seriously.

"Although Mr. is dressed in snow, he is not a peach blossom in my heart."

Some of the stories that were written in a hurry and stupid on the shore of Jingsi Lake naturally did not happen in Zaisi Lake.

Of course, there are white peach blossoms in the world, just like pear blossoms, plum blossoms, and white magnolias, a snow-white color, just like a skirt like clouds.

Qiu Xi'er had a smile on the corner of her lips, and she didn't say anything, just slowly lowered her head and faced the clouds at the bottom of the lake.

Still don't look at the world.

It's just that the big lake under the cliff is like a mirror of heavenly light.

It may not be impossible to see the teenager.

......

There are white peach blossoms in the world, so Zhang Xiaoyu may not be a peach-clothed boy.

So peach blossom boiled fish, of course, it can also be snowflake boiled fish.

But for such a sword cultivator who left his eyes on the rumor, the tone was a meaningless thing.

Someone turned over for a long time before finally determining that this sword cultivator who stayed in the East China Sea had actually entered the sixth stack.

It's not high, but at least it's higher than the East China Sea Sword Cultivation, and it's higher than Chen Huaifeng's Jiangshan Snow.

It's not low, but it's also lower than his senior brother named Chen Qingshan.

It's not high, it's not low, it's probably the mountains and waters.

This sword cultivator, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff of the East China Sea and listening to the sea breeze, of course heard many voices from those winds.

For example, how did a certain senior brother who was shining on the water in the green mountains come from Huaidu, and with the Taoist of the Qingtian Dao, he stopped at the green mountain where the blade died.

For example, a certain Taoist who views mountains and rivers was scolded by the white-haired sword cultivators of the East China Sea in the East China Sea, but in the end, he also successfully came together with those sword cultivators of the East China Sea and found his traces in the East China Sea together.

Probably because of this.

This sword cultivator has not had a sword in the world for a long time.

If the sword has a landing point, of course, it will be seen by people to see the starting point.

This white-clothed sword cultivator just sat quietly on the beach, cultivating the sword wounds along the way, and stabilizing the Dao waves of his Divine Sea.

It's just that for some reason, on the sea cliff with only countless strange stones, a dry old tree that has been dead for an unknown amount of time suddenly gave birth to a flower bone at a certain moment.

It's white.

But it's not peach blossoms, after all, there are no white peach blossoms in the East China Sea.

But no matter what kind of flower it is, it's a very strange thing.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu is blind, he can also identify from the extremely detailed lines that this should be a fig tree.

How can a fig tree in the East China Sea bloom a white plum out of thin air?

This white-clothed sword cultivator stood with his sword hanging and walked towards the white plum that had not yet opened.

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

The East China Sea is not a bitter cold place.

On the contrary, this land, for thousands of years, has been considered a land of abundance.

Therefore, this plum blossom, which has not yet bloomed, already has a faint fragrance, probably does not come from the East China Sea.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there quietly, sniffing the fragrance of the white plum that was unique to the sea cliff, and then slowly raised his hand and touched the bud.

It took a long time before this sword cultivator slowly turned around and faced the north of the human world.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from outside the Guan.

"Senior brother, senior brother."

This sword cultivator sighed softly, and the mountain and river sword that had been hanging around him for a long time finally turned into a streamer again, and the sword left the world.