In early spring, Changhe Town, paper umbrella bridge, light rain.

There was no one in the deserted riverbank long street, it was already afternoon, the air was still filled with the cold wind left over from the cold winter, and there was a man and a horse, driving a flat boat, from south to north.

This man was dressed in white and white, with a clear demeanor, and a long sword at his waist faintly exuded a clear glow.

"The rain in the empty alley is slightly cloudy, the apricot is old, there is only the sound of rain all the way, and the red and green wet sleeves. The wind rises for the most reason, the rain hits the fragrance at the beginning, and when the spring light is fully occupied, the peach and light pear are still thin. There was no one on the long street, but he suddenly became poetic, and when his eyes swept over the bridge, a white figure flashed vaguely, and he felt a breeze sweeping across his face, and the boat was slightly backward, and the man sat down on his boat, took out the glass of wine from his bosom, and drank himself.

"It's a good sentence and when the spring light is fully occupied, the peach and light pear are still thin. And now you don't take the spring, but you come to take my wine. What does that mean?" he said, opening the altar and drinking. The wine drunk is the only two jars on the ship for aging, and the best wine - Beiling snow.

This Beiling snow is the imperial wine given by the Icelandic wine king Yin Budrunk to the current Ning Emperor Yixiao, and Yixiao transferred all the 12 altars of imperial wine to the Great Wilderness Sword Saint Mu Yuncheng. This fine wine, which should have been sealed and treasured in Mufu in the clouds, appeared on this small boat from south to north on the way through Changhe Town.

"Now that your father, King Linyuan, is in charge of Youzhou, it is time for you to go back and be your crown prince. The man savored the wine in the cup, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, which showed that this Beiling Snow was worthy of its name.

Di Jing smiled when he heard this, and the long sword on his waist suddenly drew an arc in mid-air and pointed directly at the Daodao, "Why, robbing wine and robbing it with such arrogance?"

"Oh, I kept this wine safe at home, but I don't know which thief stole it for me. Now the thief of wine has become the master, and he sings poetry at the bow of the ship, but the owner of the wine has become a thief and is pointed at him with a sword. You say how grotesque and desolate this world is. He said and glanced at Di Jing and shook his head slightly.

Di Jing raised his chin a little proudly, then put away the long sword in his hand, sat down opposite him, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "You are the Great Wilderness Sword Saint, now that your brother-in-law is leaving, this parting gift is always to be given." ”

Mu Yuncheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You ghost slippery head, I should have noticed this from the time you helped me fight against Youzhou." Now that your father, King Linyuan, has become the lord of the Hidden North, you can be regarded as the biggest winner. It is no wonder that there is a feeling of spring occupying the light, and I sincerely admire it. There was more sarcasm in the words.

Di Jing was embarrassed by his words, and hurriedly snatched the wine jar from Mu Yuncheng's hands, and it was the right thing to keep this Beiling snow from being drunk by Mu Yuncheng. "Don't talk about this, what about you, when will you set off to Huashen Peak?" What Di Jing mentioned was the last agreement made between Mingshen and Mu Yuncheng, if Mu Yuncheng was willing to stay in Huashen Peak and govern the Great Wilderness with the three gods, then he could also be among the immortals and become a generation of sword immortals.

Mu Yuncheng looked at the scattered light raindrops falling in the river, rippling in circles, suddenly got up, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll send you here." You ghost elf has a stubborn temperament, and you will definitely not be able to hold back after being in Youzhou for a long time, but I am afraid that you will come sooner or later. Your two sisters-in-law are still waiting for me outside the town at the moment, although you and I are on the same road but not on the same line, don't pass by. As he spoke, he brushed one hand in front of him, and the shadow of the fairy sword gathered in front of him like the wind, and the breeze swept across the water again, silently, and there was only one man and one horse left in the boat.

......

The noisy tavern was full of people, Chu Shuiyu and Lu Xiao sat opposite Mu Yuncheng, now she was both pregnant, and this time she came with Mu Yuncheng, she was even more worried that the three gods would ignore Mu Yuncheng's considerations and forcibly leave him in Huashen Peak.

"The great wilderness is widely remembered, and it is difficult to say all the words. Just say that Mu Yuncheng, the sword saint of the Great Wilderness, is alone in Wuyangguan, and defeats the heroes of the demon clan alone!" A waking wood shouted, and the audience suddenly shouted, and the applause was like a wave. This romance has been the most popular story of major restaurants and tea shops throughout the year.

Mu Yuncheng looked at the storyteller carefully, and then turned back to Chu Shui and said: "Back then, you were still ranked tenth for the Taiyi dragon pattern in the commentary, and my grandfather's Ao Tianjun was ranked first with me, if it wasn't for the help of the sword, I might have failed miserably in your hands that night, and I was disheartened, and went back to Yunzhou with my second uncle." ”

The joke in his words is to make people with the will of heaven, if it weren't for the darkness and coincidence, how could he get to where he is today.

"Selling watermelon, it's big and round, taste it first and buy it later, it's not sweet and doesn't cost money. Suddenly, an ox cart drove by outside, Mu Yuncheng seemed to remember something, hurriedly went out to stop the ox cart, and bought a big and round watermelon from the dealer.

He put the watermelon on the table, wiped it with his fingers slightly, and the watermelon was suddenly divided into neat eight petals, moist and bright red, sweet and attractive. Lu Xiao sneered, Chu Shui didn't understand what she meant, but she explained: "Good sister, some people just don't admit defeat, and it was because of his character that I teased him once in Taoling." ”

"What did you fool?" Chu Shui Yu immediately asked rhetorically. Lu Xiao secretly glanced at Mu Yuncheng, and saw that he was just eating watermelon, so he whispered in Chu Shuiyu's ear with confidence: "I asked him to disguise himself as a woman, sell fans for me at the temple fair of Emperor Wen, and was teased by Ye Feiyu in public. ”

Chu Shui also laughed when he heard it, "It's a shame that he did it." ”

A brass bell rang, and a raccoon dog wearing a hat and a robe walked in, holding a pure gold tin staff.

This dress is weird enough, and the fact that this person has a pointed mouth and a long raccoon dog appearance is even more strange.

Mu Yuncheng knew that this was the second visit of the Ming God.

"Looking at the world, I'm afraid there is no mortal who can have this honor, right?" Myojin took the hat, sat down next to the three of them, and reached out to touch the roast chicken on the table.

Seeing this, Chu Shuiyu and Lu Xiao covered their mouths and laughed almost at the same time, but Mingshen didn't care about their ridicule at all, and wiped his cheeks with oily hands, and even the fluffy brown hair was greasy and sticky, turning into a lock.

"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow in the stone pavilion outside the town, and you have the last night to think about it. If you can become a sword immortal, it will be a historic leap for both you and the Mu family. The fourth sword saint of the Mu family has never produced a sword immortal, and you can be the first. ”

So saying, he lifted up the tin staff, took the hat and walked out of the door. The chickens on the table were already a pile of broken bones, but Chu Shuiyu and Lu Xiao were both silent because of Mingshen's words.

The east wind rose suddenly at night, Mu Yuncheng crouched in front of the window, with the Yuqiao Milky Way under his eyes, and the lights of thousands of homes.

Poor Yuehua is silent, and Xiaoxiang is cold.

"Still worried about Mingshen's words?" Lu Xiao put on his coat for him and asked softly. Mu Yuncheng didn't answer, but gently held her hands, and a trace of warmth passed through her palms.

"Actually, no matter what you choose in the end, we will support you. Even if you become a sword immortal, you are still my husband. She knew how important it was for a kendo family to become a sword immortal. The Great Wilderness Sword Saint can produce one in a few decades, and the Sword Immortal may not produce one in a thousand years.

"Really, the gods are bitter, I am sleeping in the open at Huashen Peak, and you are eating and fragrant under the eaves, but you are also happy and at ease?" he grew in a voice and was slightly resentful.

Lu Xiao was silent, and broke his hand out of Mu Yuncheng's clench, "Whatever you want." After saying that, he turned around to leave, but Mu Yuncheng wrapped her around her from behind, "I mean it, don't be angry." I'll think about it. He smiled wickedly, his eyes narrowed slightly, but at this moment it was like a crescent moon spring, shining brightly under the silvery moonlight.

......

The next day, it was still drizzling, and there were few people on the bluestone paved path. And the birdsong of the stone pavilion on the outskirts of Changhe has already sounded, and the timbre is as ethereal as ever.

Outside the pavilion, Chu Shuiyu and Lu Xiao were already leading their horses and waiting on the side of the road.

They didn't know what Mu Yuncheng's final choice was, and their hearts were even more contradictory at the moment.

Mu Yuncheng lowered his head and walked out of the stone pavilion, his steps were slightly heavy. Myojin nodded slightly at his back, as if willing to allow him to say his final goodbyes.

Chu Shuiyu and Lu Xiao glanced at each other, and the two of them had already prepared to accept everything.

"When are you leaving? Are you at the Avatar Peak...... Will they allow us to visit?" Chu Shuiyu's words were very close to the words of innocence, but they were the most direct thoughts in her heart at this time.

Mu Yuncheng shrugged his shoulders, stretched out his right arm and waved his hand back to say goodbye, and suddenly a gust of wind suddenly rose, sweeping away the murmuring drizzle. The blue sky was as blue as a wash, and finally faded away from the haze of the days.

"From now on, the Jianhu Dojo will no longer accept apprentices to teach, so we will herd cattle and horses, and stay together in the countryside, okay?"

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and they all rode on their horses, and then saw Chu Shuiyu caressing the horse's mane, then turned to look at Mu Yuncheng and said confidently: "My horse's name is Ben Lei, if you can catch up with me, I will promise you to open a piece of land in Grandpa's Sword Lake, and then it will be up to you to grow vegetables or graze." She said that she rode her horse and galloped, and the wind swept by Mu Yuncheng's side. Lu Xiao looked back at Mu Yuncheng, smiled happily and followed Chu Shuiyu.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Mu Yuncheng's heart had not been so relaxed for a long time.

He turned over on the horse, turned out the jade buckle from his waist, tied up the long hair on the back of his head, and his bright eyes showed a childish spirit that did not admit defeat.

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