"Huhu~"

The old cow held the bowl and poured the soup from the chicken and mushrooms on top of the rice.

Serve with some peanuts and a little bellflower.

With the rice in hand, he ate with his head bored.

Doesn't seem to care about the surroundings in the slightest.

"This Taoist temple is not peaceful."

The green-shirted man's words made the white-clothed swordsman frown, and his eyes were fixed on the mirror.

Suddenly, I felt something strange in my body.

The scars on his arm that had been left by the bushes while walking had miraculously healed at the moment.

There was a black mist in the mirror, and there were two bright lights in the mist.

It was a pair of blue eyes, with an evil aura, giving people a gloomy and murderous feeling.

The white-clothed swordsman glanced at Li Ping'an again.

Seeing that the other party was calm as usual, he didn't know that he had discovered the monster, and he was not afraid at all. Still didn't notice any anomalies in the mirror at all.

However, the white-clothed swordsman prefers the former, otherwise he would not have spoken out to remind himself.

"Woohoo!" The big yellow dog next to him barked.

The white-clothed swordsman stroked the hair of the big yellow dog, and the corners of his mouth showed a chuckle.

"Demons!"

"This mirror is called the mirror ghost, a square bronze mirror, four feet wide, five feet nine inches high, both inside and outside are bright people, then the figure is reversed, cover the heart with your hand to look at the mirror, you can see the five internal organs and stomach, at a glance, can cure diseases."

Speaking of this, Li Ping'an paused and continued.

"However, after the disease is cured, a black ghost will appear behind the portrait in the mirror, devouring the person looking in the mirror."

“....... Is there really such a miraculous thing in the world? The white-clothed swordsman groaned slightly.

"Seriously."

"I'm really knowledgeable."

"No, it's written here." Li Ping'an raised the ancient book in his hand.

It was something he had picked up from the ruins, and it detailed the origin of the mirror.

The white-clothed swordsman was silent for a moment, "So, this monster is coming at me?" ”

"It should be."

The white-clothed swordsman did not move, but instead held his sword across his chest.

Li Ping'an: "Foot, don't you run?" ”

"What to fear."

"Good spirit."

The white-clothed swordsman pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and his voice was low, "I learned swords when I was young, and decades ago, I used to wield a wooden stick on the hill.

There was a gentleman passing by who saw me wielding a wooden stick as a sword.

I don't know if I was intentionally tapped or if I did it casually.

In front of me, he showed some swordsmanship, although it was also a wooden stick as a sword.

The swordsmanship is as swift as the wind, as elegant as a meteor, the sword moves are as fierce as a storm, and the sword momentum is as vast as a rainbow.

A sword danced in the autumn wind, and the silver light rose like rippling water.

Decades have passed, and although I have long forgotten the appearance of that gentleman, I still remember the sword intent that made me throb when I was young. ”

"Oh~"

Li Ping'an responded lightly without too much response.

"Bang!!"

An abandoned stone table flew out.

Just listen to the sound of "dang", and the sparks splash everywhere.

The weight of this sword in the hand of the white-clothed swordsman is heavier than that of ordinary swords.

But the sword body is extremely thin, and with a slight shake, there is a fierce aura rushing to the face.

The stone table was divided into two, and a monster with black gas appeared behind the stone table, and a hungry tiger pounced on it.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled slightly and leaned back.

As soon as the long sword is collected, it is like the wind blowing willows.

This long sword was obviously not an ordinary sharp weapon, the body of the sword carried a soft light, and a jade dragon was carved on the hilt.

The knife work is delicate and lifelike.

The monster on the other side seemed to be sentient, and with a stretch of its claws, it swung its long sword away and let out a long roar.

In an instant, a person and a monster were intertwined.

The monster suddenly let out a roar of rage and slapped its palm on the ground.

There was a loud bang, and a large crater one foot square appeared on the ground.

The white-clothed swordsman suddenly became shorter, his shoulders shook slightly, and his right foot took a half step forward.

The long sword turned, and it was slanted and raised.

The movement of this pick is very slow, but the sword intent is deeply hidden.

The figure flashed, and the long sword was like electricity.

With a soft sound that could only be heard, the sword light flashed, and the monster wrapped in black mist split into two halves.

I felt a fishy smell coming to my face.

The white-clothed swordsman exhaled a breath of white air and stood with his sword drawn.

"Your Excellency, good swordsmanship!" Li Ping'an praised.

The white-clothed swordsman arched his hand.

At this moment, there was another flash of thunder outside.

The demon was ambushed, and the white-clothed swordsman picked up the mirror and looked at it carefully.

"This mirror ghost is dead, and the mirror has become an ordinary mirror."

Li Ping'an was cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, as if he was comprehending the spiritual charm of this world.

The white-clothed swordsman glanced back at him, "This is also recorded in ancient books?" ”

"No, that's my guess."

The white-clothed swordsman hesitated for a moment, and used his sword to cut a bloody mark on the palm of his hand.

Then I looked in the mirror again, and the blood marks left by Fang did not recover.

I felt bored, so I put the mirror in a corner at random and didn't do much to deal with it.

The white-clothed swordsman leaned against the wall, looking through the bonfire, looking at Li Ping'an, who was motionless.

The old cow brought by the other party was very virtuous in washing dishes and basins, busy inside and out.

It's really spiritual.

When he was working, his tail was still wagging and his mouth was humming something.

The white-clothed swordsman felt that the other party might be humming some song.

"Sir, where did you come from?"

"Da Sui." Li Ping'an spoke.

"I am also from the Great Sui, and this outside is not as good as the Great Sui, there are soldiers and bandits everywhere. Is the gentleman traveling, or is he going to a relative? ”

"Travel."

The white-clothed swordsman looked Li Ping'an up and down, as if to determine whether this person was the person in his memory.

In the early morning, the raindrops, which were still the size of beans, fell from the eaves, like beads with broken threads, and as soon as they fell to the ground, they became streams, and there was a white expanse everywhere between the heavens and the earth.

In a blink of an eye, it was already sunny.

Only a drizzle fell.

The white-clothed swordsman opened his eyes and looked at the blue sky in a daze, looking at the white clouds.

"Woohoo!"

The white-clothed swordsman subconsciously touched the big yellow dog and turned his face.

only to find that the man in the green shirt in the Taoist temple had left.

The white-clothed swordsman searched everywhere, but found no trace.

I couldn't help but sigh and muttered, "I don't know if he's the one or not." ”

The white-clothed swordsman didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to thank the man in person.

Thank you for not laughing at a kid who wields a wooden stick and wants to be a swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman packed up his things, took the big yellow dog, and mounted his horse.

With a whip raised, he galloped away.

Unlike him, Li Ping'an and Lao Niu walked slowly.

Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.