Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not groan and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

The dark night sky quickly covered with a thick black curtain, and soon the raindrops the size of beans pounded the earth rapidly. Circles of ripples splashed, and the faint yellow mud ink accompanied by the heavy thunder roar of the sky hit the emerald green shrubs, occasionally knocking over a few crystal droplets of water on the emerald green.

The white-robed man is chic and elegant, full of beans and jade beads, and it is difficult to get close to the three pools around the white-robed body. The ancient powerful sword cultivator, the sword qi was released, and the head of the person was taken from a hundred miles away. The white-robed man's body exuded a faint cyan light, carrying wisps of ancient sword cultivation sword intent.

The sword is a gentleman among soldiers, chic and elegant, and difficult to feel;

On the other hand, the young man in Tsing Yi is a little less chic. The raindrops the size of beans kept slapping the boy, and the original bun was already wet, and the wisps of black silk hung casually on the thin face. Only a cyan robe, although it was in the rain, was not half wet.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the torrential rain in the sky, heard the rolling thunder in the sky, and remembered the golden and jade words that his husband said. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? The eyes in the darkness became brighter and brighter, and the young man in Tsing Yi murmured, "What Mr. said is indeed right. ”

The plain clothes Qingyun was covered with stones, and the faint blood stains at the corners of his mouth fell on the originally white plain clothes with the rain. Occasionally, the splashed yellow mud water splashed, and the plain-clothed young man's eyes just stared at the green-robed boy, letting the yellow mud roll and let the plain clothes change color.

The folding fan in the hand of the green-robed young man in the distance had long been put away, replaced by a small gray bamboo umbrella, and the rain was intensively beating on the gray umbrella cover, but the raindrops that were enough to discount the bushes did not leave any traces, and gently fell to the ground. The green boots on his feet emitted a faint black glow, and the yellow mud and thick ink that kept tumbling were difficult to get close to the green-robed young man.

"It's really enjoyable, but I've been shrinking into the sword that should be used to cut people, but I have fallen into the name of Sword Casting Villa, and I am not afraid that your dead sword idiot predecessor will be angry with you and come back to life. The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the jade beads in the sky, and the white sword in his hand kept flying, but he said lightly to the white-robed man in the distance.

"Heavy and no edge, strong and no mang, what can I do?" the white-robed man looked at the young man in the distance who was selling vulgar radical methods, and said with interest, but the sword light on his whole body was a little thicker again.

The young man in Tsing Yi no longer looked at the rainstorm in the sky, as if he was saying to the white robe, and as if he was saying to himself: "Do you really think that you are that amazing sword ranger? ”

Ten thousand small white swords fused one after another, turning into a small white jade sword.

The white jade sword lightly skimmed the young man in green clothes and flew straight towards the cyan light, and the sharp tip of the sword slammed into the cyan light.

At first, looking at the flying white jade sword, the white-robed man was slightly moved, and a solemn look rose on his face. The white jade sword slammed into the cyan sword and made a slight cracking sound. If it weren't for the rolling thunder in the sky that stopped for a while, I was afraid that the subtle sound would be covered by the rolling thunder.

It's just that the sound can still be muffled, but the countless cracks that emanate from the tip of the white jade sword can't be ignored. The cyan sword that pointed straight at the sky, a crack flew towards the sky at a rapid pace.

The white-robed man had a slight disappointment in his eyes, looked up at the cracks that never stopped all the way, and said to the young man in Tsing Yi opposite: "The weight of the sword is in the word potential, where is the weight in its shape. ”

After speaking, the faint green light around the white-robed man disappeared without a trace in an instant. The white sword light not far away still couldn't move forward, and the white light kept flickering.

As soon as the white-robed man's voice fell, a heavy coercion instantly descended on everyone.

The young man in Tsing Yi sank his waist slightly, glanced at the white-robed man again with disdain, and said with a cold snort: "No wonder he only grows in age and does not increase in cultivation." Of course, the word sword momentum is important on the sword, but it is not a sword of weapons, but a sword of sword intent. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi shook slightly, and the coercion around his body disappeared without a trace. Running, leaping in, and out of the sword, casually and naturally, without half a point of condensation, an unsheathed jade sword slashed towards the white-robed man in an instant.

Looking at the young man in Tsing Yi who came to him in an instant, the white-robed man sighed helplessly: "It seems that it is indeed my mistake to practice against the sword for so many years. It's just that why do you have to force me to use the sword, the sword is to divide life and death. ”

The emerald green sword in the white-robed man's hand shook slightly, and the white jade sword in the distance instantly shattered and disappeared.

The white-robed man had an extra emerald green sword in his hand, and the green light of his whole body was wandering, crystal clear, but the sharp sword light flashed with a faint red light.

Raising his hand slightly, there was a bang, and it slammed into the flying white jade sword.

The young man in Tsing Yi once again looked at the white-robed man in front of him as if he was looking at an idiot. No matter how you look at Jian Xiu, he is not a scholar who reads and writes every day, no matter what kind of sword he hangs regardless of life and death, wouldn't it be more appropriate to hang an iron rod around his waist.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the white-robed man coldly, and asked seriously, "I'm afraid you're not stupid to practice swords." ”

A snow-white jade sword instantly turned into three swords, stabbing directly at the white-robed man's vital point in three directions. I saw the shadow of the sword, but I couldn't touch the body of the sword.

Hearing this, the white-robed man smiled helplessly, and really regretted meeting such a random teenager. After several years of hard practice, the way of the sword was ruined by the words of the teenager, but he couldn't fight back.

It's just that the white-robed man is fortunate again, if he hadn't met such a young man with the purest sword intent, he was afraid that he would have been practicing for hundreds of years, but it would be just a fake style of embroidering his legs.

The white-robed man shook his head slightly, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and said with an extremely serious face: "My sword is really life and death." ”

The number of times the white-robed man's sword was unsheathed was only three times. In addition to practicing swords, the white-robed man likes the spirits under the mountain, but every time he drinks it, he will inevitably get drunk, and there are often vulgar men who point to the door of the white-robed man and insult the man. The man in the white robe has never made a sword, so the villagers under the mountain say that the man embroiders a pillow and a straw bag.

It's just that few people know that the first time a man uses his sword, he beheads his favorite woman, just for the purity of the sword, and the second time he swords, he kills the sword cultivator who has been famous for more than a hundred years.

Now it is the third time that the man has drawn his sword, and an emerald green sword flashes left and right, like a ghost; Instantly struck on the three white sword rays, and the white sword rays instantly turned into a white shadow and flew back upside down.

The light in the eyes of the young man in Tsing Yi became brighter and brighter as the emerald green sword named Jade Xiao swam. The white sword shadow flying upside down slowly fell, and in the young man's hand, a wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of the young man's mouth.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the young man in Tsing Yi who was already soaked in plain clothes in the distance and was embarrassed, and muttered: "If it doesn't work, I'll give you my life first." ”

The young man in plain clothes in the distance seemed to be aware of it, turned his head slightly to look at the young man in green clothes, and suddenly said, "I want to drink wine and eat meat." ”

Since I want to drink wine and eat meat, I will inevitably have someone to accompany me, and now you are the only one to my liking, and you must not die.

The young man in Tsing Yi was slightly startled when he heard this, and then he laughed out loud and shouted at the rainstorm sky: "Teacher, you are right about one thing, there are really monks who eat meat and drink alcohol under the mountain, hahaha." ”

After speaking, the young man in Tsing Yi clenched the white jade sword in his hand, stared at the white-robed man in front of him with sharp eyes, and said to him: "I went down the mountain to slap the face of your Sword Casting Villa, either the old things on Shu Mountain are gone, or the world of your Sword Casting Villa." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi paused slightly, as if he was a little fugue, but he immediately continued: "My sword is not as famous as the jade Xiao in your hand, and when the teacher gave it to me, he said that it is called Wei Dao to protect his own path." I liked the name for it, and now I can't afford to disgrace it, because it's the first time it's a sword, it's really the first time. ”

The white jade sword in the young man's hand was given by the old gentleman in the private school, and the old gentleman said at the time that there was no expensive sword in his hand, only this white sword with a vulgar name, and he would take it if he wanted to.

A gentleman is a heavy weapon, a gentleman is a good weapon.

The young man in Tsing Yi has never made a sword in ten years, because the sharpest thing is not only the sword in his hand, but also the sword of the young man himself.

The young man in Tsing Yi gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his whole body was completely breathless, and the thin torrential rain continued to wash the young man, and his Tsing Yi was instantly soaked. The young man just stood quietly, and suddenly smiled happily at the white-robed man opposite.

The innocent smile of the young man in green clothes was still on the spot, but the figure had already appeared behind the man in white robes. The white-robed man's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and the emerald jade sword in his hand was slowly put back into the scabbard, and he turned slightly to look at the young man behind him, and said in a whisper: "Shushan is really a fool, such a talent against the sky, but it can't be included in the Shushan sect." ”

After speaking, the white-robed man coughed violently, covering his mouth with his right hand, and the blood in his mouth was still flowing. The white-robed man waved his hand slightly at the green-robed young man in the distance, and walked towards the woods by himself.

The young man in Tsing Yi turned his head slightly to look at the departing man in white robes, and wanted to shout loudly, but he found that he couldn't make a sound, and he still excitedly threw a look at the plain-clothed Qingyun in the distance, "Don't worry, it's been solved, remember to invite me to drink", and he fainted instantly, and the white jade sword in his hand returned to the scabbard.

The young man in Tsing Yi fell into the mud puddle in a dull manner, splashing the yellow muddy water all over the sky, although it was extremely unbearable, but in the eyes of the young man Qingyun, it was a very beautiful picture.

In a simple living room, a middle-aged man in a dark blue cloth coat was burly and stared at the antique decorations around him with a deep face. Next to the empty table and chairs on the side, there is a cup of fragrant tea with a compelling aroma, which is full of clouds and mist.

After a while, an old man who looked like a merchant slowly walked into the hall, playing with a simple copper coin in his hand. Behind him is a bewitching woman, a vulgar sword-wielding man.

Raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the man in the middle of the blue cloth shirt, his eyes inadvertently swept over the giant sword on the side. The vulgar man behind him held the sword, looked at the man in blue cloth with interest, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The bewitching woman looked at the man holding the sword slightly angrily, and the man quickly lowered his head, and his trembling hands calmed down.

"Why don't you sit down and talk. The old man who looked like a businessman said casually.

After the man in blue cloth looked at the three of them carefully, his eyes stared at the antique copper coin in the old man's hand and asked lightly, "Is it convenient to talk here?"

The old merchant nodded slightly, but he didn't speak.

The man in blue cloth cautiously took out a jade plaque from his arms, hesitated slightly, threw it to the old man, and said seriously: "This is what my master asked me to give to Your Excellency, and there is a sentence at the same time." ”

Speaking of this, the man in blue cloth frowned on his deep face, thinking in his heart that since the sect master knew, why did he say it, wouldn't it be better to change someone who could do it.

The old man who was sitting was not in a hurry, took a sip of tea gently, and quietly waited for the man in the blue cloth to continue.

The man in blue cloth couldn't think of why, so he looked up at the old man and said, "The sect master said that I am afraid that you will not dare to do this business, hahaha." ”

After speaking, the blue cloth clothes actually imitated the appearance of the sect master, and laughed.

The sword-hugging man behind the old man had a small look in his eyes, and his hands holding the sword became more and more forceful. It's just that the old man who looks like a businessman slowly got up and gently patted the shoulder of the man holding the sword. The man calmed down again.

The old man looked at the man in blue cloth and asked lightly, "Finished?"

The man in the blue cloth shirt nodded slightly, the old man stroked his head, and continued to ask helplessly: "If you don't leave, do you still want to stay and eat?"

The man in blue cloth was slightly surprised, just stared at the jade plate in the old man's hand, and did not speak.

The old man said helplessly: "If you accept it, you will take it, so let's go quickly." The vulgar agitation method is as stupid as it was back then. ”

Hearing this, the man in blue cloth turned around and left with the giant sword on his back.

The old man who looked like a merchant said with a slightly bitter expression: "The old scholar cheated me again, it's bad, go find the loser boy, take back the jade ring, and return the copper money to him." ”