“......”

Yang Yan glanced at her in surprise, unable to understand why she was able to associate him with the word irrelevant chivalry, if she could be regarded as a chivalrous man, then wouldn't there be countless chivalrous men in the world?

"I, not really. Yang Yan said lightly, he doesn't have a chivalrous mind to worry about the world, in this life, he has never lived only for himself, and there are only a few people in this world who can make him care.

The woman didn't care, and said with a smile: "Grandpa said that a real chivalrous man never thinks of himself as a chivalrous, you say that you are not, maybe in the eyes of others, you are?"

"No way. Yang Yan categorically denied that he was not a chivalrous man, and he didn't want to be a chivalrous man, he just had to be himself.

"In this case, I still firmly believe that the person who can fight to the death with the magic sword will be a very good person. The woman smiled lightly, and did not insist on convincing him.

The two sat side by side on the bank, looking at the river, speechless for a long time, Yang Yan's expression suddenly moved slightly, and he took the initiative to break the silence: "Water girl, Tianlao shouldn't be your own grandfather, right?"

Get along for more than half a month, although the past days don't add up to what he said today, he already knows the woman's name, Shui Nianyu, a very nice name, water out of hibiscus, her eyes are always like sweet spring water, clear and moving, it can be said that people are like their names.

But Tian Lao calls himself Ouyang Tian and has the surname Ouyang, obviously, there should be no blood relationship between Tian Lao and her.

Between the mountains and rivers, there are only three of them, and before the arrival of this uninvited guest, Tianlao and her depended on each other, and there are probably many stories in it.

It's just that before this time, he didn't have any intention of asking, he had no interest in other people's family affairs, he only cared about when he would be able to suppress the magic sword and demonic intent, restore his cultivation, and get out of here, but after he was silent, he found a very strange thing, he didn't have much effect on fighting against the demonic intent wholeheartedly, but in talking to her, his restless heart settled down unconsciously, as if she had a special magic power, which could make people feel calm, and the influence of the demonic intent on him was also reduced。

Perhaps, he shouldn't deliberately resist the demonic intent, too deliberately appear to be in a hurry, and his heart is not quiet, but it is easy to become a flaw and be taken advantage of by the demonic intent.

Maybe he should shift his attention to other things, don't deliberately, don't think about it, his mind will naturally calm down, and the magic will be gone.

Maybe he shouldn't reject this place, let go of his heart, accommodate everything here, integrate into such a rural life, soothe his heartstrings that have been tightened, and his heart can really settle down, no longer impatient, no longer hesitant.

After changing his psychology, Yang Yan was willing to untie the self-isolation in his heart, to understand the scenery here with his heart, and to understand the people here, especially the peasant woman in front of him, who was always dressed plainly, and her clear eyes made him unconsciously want to get close.

So, he took the initiative to ask this question, he wanted to understand her, and also to understand the old man, and at the same time to understand the reason why they lived in seclusion, and maybe there was a chance to return the favor.

Hearing his words, Shui Nianyu was rarely silent and did not respond, and a touch of melancholy gradually appeared in her watery eyes.

For a long, long time, when Yang Yan thought that she would not answer, and was about to give up this topic, she said faintly with a trace of sadness: "He is not my own grandfather, and I don't know where my real relatives are, since I can remember, I have lived in this enchantment, and he is dependent on each other, self-sufficient, and I have never left here, for me, the scenery here and grandpa are my whole world, whether there is blood or not, what does it matter?"

Yang Yan was silent, of course he could see that Shui Nianyu didn't really care, but for her, everything she had now was all she had, she had never left here, so what was the use of wanting more?

Relatives and blood are just unfamiliar terms.

"Have you ever thought about taking a look at the outside world?" Yang Yan suddenly had an inexplicable impulse and subconsciously blurted out a question, but as soon as the words came out, he shook his head, feeling that it was completely unreasonable for him to ask.

She is a woman who has lived in such a small mountain farmhouse since she was a child, has never had contact with the outside world, and has an innocent and immaculate heart, can she adapt to the intrigue and intrigue of the outside world, and can she adapt to the law of the jungle in which the strong in the martial arts world respect the weak and the strong?

He suddenly realized that even if she was willing, he would not really want to take her to the outside world and let her get in touch with everything.

What's more, it is impossible for her to be separated from the only relative she has always relied on for her life, the old man.

Sure enough, a trace of intent flashed in the depths of Shui Nianyu's eyes, but he quickly shook his head and said: "I will be where grandpa is, and I won't go anywhere without grandpa." ”

"Well, that's for the best. Yang Yan nodded lightly, but he was a little stunned in his heart, because he was going to leave no matter what.

"What about you?" Shui Nianyu looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Will you leave?"

Yang Yan already had an answer in his heart, but he was silent and didn't answer for a long time, because he knew that this woman didn't want him to leave, and his answer would hurt her.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, his silence was already the clearest answer, or Shui Nianyu had already guessed his answer, and his heart was already clear, his head drooped slightly, and a wisp of green silk scattered down, just covering her slightly dim eyes.

"The outside world must be wonderful, right? Grandpa told me a lot of fascinating stories, which are not available here. She said in a slightly low voice.

Yang Yan couldn't see her expression, and said lightly: "The outside world is actually not as good as you think, on the contrary, it is full of fighting and killing, and there is intrigue and deceit everywhere, and all the superficial scenery is piled up by countless corpses and mountains of blood, and it is filthy, there, you must always be vigilant, because you don't know when and where someone will jump out and give you a fatal blow...... In contrast, I prefer the tranquility and nature of this small world, without so much filth. ”

Shui Nianyu raised his eyes slightly, and said in confusion: "Since you prefer here, why do you still want to leave?"

"Because, that's my world. Yang Yan said lightly, that is also the most suitable world for him, fighting, killing, and intrigue do not want to stop his footsteps, overcome thorns and thorns, even if he is covered in bruises, stepping on the scarlet blood road, with a three-foot long sword, he must write his own legend!

Shui Nianyu obviously couldn't understand his thoughts, but she could clearly feel his determination, and after being stunned for a while, she had already collected her emotions, and a smile gradually bloomed on her face, looking at Yang Yan and said, "But at least, you can't leave if you want to now." ”

Yang Yan: "......"

Well, he was really speechless when he said that.

At least, he couldn't leave until he had absolute certainty to suppress the demonic intent of the Demon Sword.

"Eh, can you dance a sword to show me?" Shui Nianyu said suddenly, staring at him with burning eyes.

"Why?" Yang Yan couldn't understand her mind jumping, his swords were all used to kill, what was the point of dancing the sword?

"Don't worry so much! Grandpa told me so many stories about swordsmen, but I've never seen a person dance a sword with my own eyes, so I should take it as a thank you gift to my life-saving benefactor, right?" Shui Nianyu pushed his arm, blinking his clear eyes, and said.

Yang Yan frowned slightly, she was about to refuse, her eyes touched her eyes, and when she saw the glimmer of expectation in her eyes, her heart couldn't help but soften, and she said this, and she couldn't allow him to refuse.

"Only this once. Yang Yan rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly.

"Whatever! Hurry up!" Shui Nianyu urged him indifferently.

So Yang Yan had no choice but to get up, leave the scabbard of the Huoyan sword in place, take a slight breath, his face turned pale, and his body in a blue cloth shirt suddenly jumped into the river, and when he was about to sink into the water, he saw that his toes were connected, like a dragonfly dotting the water, the tips of his shoes were slightly sticky to the surface of the water, and a few flashes crossed the river to the opposite bank, and his posture was very chic.

Martial arts masters among mortals can tread water with light skills, although Yang Yan's cultivation has been sealed, his physical strength and body style are still far from comparable to martial arts masters among ordinary people, and it is not difficult to do this.

Sonor!

Yang Yan's mind moved, and a brand-new long sword appeared in his hand, this sword was earlier than the Huoyan Sword in his hand, but it didn't take long, it has been sealed in the Sumeru Ring, and now that he has lost the Huoyan Sword, he can only retreat to the second, but although this sword is not as good as the Huoyan Sword, it is also a high-grade treasure in the human rank, and it does not look shabby.

The yang temperament of the long sword in his hand changed suddenly, and his sharpness was revealed, standing there, it was like a peerless sword out of the box, proud, sharp, and sharp, Shui Nianyu's eyes lit up, and his eyes did not blink.

"Drink!" "Drink!" With a clear drink, Yang Yan moved, and when his body danced, the long sword swayed out, although he was sealed because of his cultivation, he could not use the aura in his body, and he was less majestic, but every time he swung it, he left a sword qi in the air, which condensed but not dispersed.

As the sword qi became more and more, the aura became more and more terrifying, a Ling Tian sword intent soared into the sky, Yang Yan's dancing posture became faster and faster, and the sword swayed more and more violently, he seemed to indulge himself in the sword qi, wantonly rampant, and the sword qi seemed to have spirituality, flying around his posture, vertical and horizontal.

Shui Nianyu watched intently on the other side of the river, gradually becoming stupid, she seemed to see a young man in a green shirt and cloth singing drunk, walking with a sword, facing countless evil gangsters, killing step by step, still holding the sword in his hand, dancing wildly, swaying, the sword qi is like flying, killing people and killing people, for the unshakable belief in his heart, bloody to the end, frenzied and endless!

Isn't this the swordsman who often appears in the stories told by grandpa?

People, right in front of you!