Sunset, sunrise.

Time passes in every corner of this earthly continent, and it does not stay because of a certain person.

When the sunset recedes in the twilight and shadows, and when the light on the eve of dawn comes, everyone chooses their own way of life in these uninterrupted years, and they change the world, or are changed by the world.

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In the back mountain of Xiaodao Town, the old man of the demon clan buried his body in the most inconspicuous grave of the mass grave, and then quietly accompanied himself all night.

He looked at the countless dry graves around him, and recalled that in the past many days, for various reasons, those people of the demon clan walked out of the dry well and were killed by the rules of the human world.

For them, death may be a gift.

The old man spent the night in a mass grave and left at dawn.

He returned to Knife Town, continued to be his own muse doctor, and then waited for the Chosen One to return someday in the future.

Regarding the question of Tang Qing's whereabouts, the old man only used a sentence to explain that he had already left.

In life, many people are passing by in a hurry, and many people are parting at first sight.

In the past countless years, the old man has long been aware.

Qin Han and the others couldn't understand that about the young man who saved their lives in the poor mountains and bad waters, they always felt some regret and embarrassment when they said goodbye like this.

Qin Wu was even more uncomfortable, she secretly promised that it was difficult for her to accept Tang Qing's departure for a while, and she might be sad for a long time.

Fortunately, time is the cure for everything.

Time continues to pass and never stands.

The daily routine of Xiaodao Town soon returned to normal, collecting firewood, going up the mountain, hunting, and running around for life.

Even when Qin Wu reached his age, he had been introduced to a good in-law by Nong Hong and Qin Hantuo, and he might get married and have children in the near future, living a life like his parents' generation.

The boy from the Tang Kingdom was gradually forgotten by many people.

But there is always someone who remembers.

The old man sat in the house, boiling medicine, and at the same time looked through the window in the direction of the mountain behind, his face was calm and his breath was indifferent.

There, a lone boy left the dry well, step by step, with the physique and golden blood of the dragon turtle line, with the will and expectations of the demon clan, and walked out of the back mountain.

The moment he stepped out of the back mountain, Tang Qing's eyes were calm, and he knew the true strength in the sea, as if he had infinite power.

He suddenly put his hand on the short sword on his waist, the sword body was still light and crystal clear, but there was an extremely strong sword qi in the heart of the sword.

This sword aura is extremely sharp, even if it hides thousands of zhang of light, it still makes people dare not look at it directly, and they can't use their divine sense to snoop on.

He remembered what the old master said, there are three sword qi of the sword saint in the short sword, and he can solve a sword by breaking through a realm.

It turned out that with the golden blood of the dragon turtle, Tang Qing had already stepped into his fate.

When the sun was shining, the young man stared at it, perceiving the vastness of the true strength in his body, no longer staying, and continued to stride forward.

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At the same time, in the martial arts training ground of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, Ah Diao came to an open corner early with the ancient knife in his hand and began to swing the knife.

This is his daily homework, and it is also the method of practicing the knife that he was taught at the end of the weekly "li" character class.

Get up early in the morning, swing the knife 20,000 times a day, swing straight down, and rise against the trend, so that it seems to practice, which is the momentum of swinging the knife in the future.

His sword momentum was indomitable, with a momentum of seeing death as home, one knife could not kill, and another knife would follow, but he never thought that he could turn the knife momentum and cut it from another angle and another place.

Zhou exception integrated the gesture into the knife gesture, so that Ah Diao could hide a soft pen power under the fierce knife gesture, leaving some spare strength, so that he could be invincible in the battle.

This is the gentle knife of the macho Ah Diao in the future.

In these days of waving the sword, many people in the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy walked to the martial arts training ground to watch Ah Diao's movements, and they were repetitive and monotonous, like an obsessive machine.

The crowd was disturbed, but Ah Diao was unmoved, because as long as he had a knife in his hand, all his mind and courage were all on the knife.

His eyes are clear, the distance between his eyebrows is very straight, and he is a little stern and serious.

The strength and speed of his swing are just right, and there is no deviation in each knife, which is very standard.

When the wind rose, he raised his hand and sank his shoulder, ready to swing the last knife of the day, and he finished today's lesson.

This last knife gathered all of Ah Diao's mind this morning, and the knife momentum was condensed to the extreme, and after a knife, he could let go of this breath.

Therefore, this sword momentum was powerful and heavy, with a layer of sword qi that was almost condensed into substance, surging in the corners of the martial arts training ground, as if it was about to cut through the void air.

There are many college teachers in the crowd outside the venue, and they can't help but marvel when they see Ah Diao's knife swing, especially the momentum of this last knife, which is wonderful.

Before this final swing, the admiration from the sidelines was endless.

Until, there was a sound of footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was not loud, especially in the noisy voices, it was even more unpleasant, but beyond the footsteps, there was a clear sound of swords.

As soon as the sound of the sword sounded, a figure as wide as a sword walked out of the crowd and headed in the direction of Ah Diao.

Baili Duanjiang carried his sword on his back, his face was calm, and his eyes seemed to hide a thousand zhang sword rays, which was very dazzling.

The crowd began to be quiet, and everyone watched as the proud figure gradually walked into Ah Diao's knife momentum, like a sharp sword piercing the knife curtain that had accumulated nearly 20,000 knives, a little arrogant and domineering.

Baili Duanjiang suddenly stopped, with a strong fighting intent in his eyes, he looked at Diao, and said in a deep voice: "I have been cultivating swords in the temple for dozens of days, and I have never been able to forget the battle in front of the gate that day. The sword heart is loose, but the sword momentum is suddenly rising, and I think I still need to fight you. ”

A Diao knife is in his hand, and the knife is hidden but not released.

Although his forehead was covered with sweat and the muscles between his arms were slightly sore, his eyes were clearer than usual, and the magnificent light under the blade became more and more dazzling, like a snow-white waterfall.

He raised his eyes and said, "I am not obligated to accompany you to practice swords. ”

It's very straightforward.

Baili Duanjiang said in a condensed voice: "After this battle, no matter what the victory or defeat is, unless it is the battle of the Xuanwu List in the coming year, I will not come to trouble you again." ”

Ah Diao laughed out loud when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I don't think you heard me clearly, I want to say that in this seminary, on my sword path, I will never regard you as my opponent, nor will I regard you as the object of sword training." My eyes won't be on your sword alone. ”

"If you thought of coming to me to fight to make up for Kenshin's shortcomings because of the battle in front of the academy that day, then I'm really sorry, because I really don't have this obligation. ”

Murder and heart.

The sword intent in Baili Duanjiang's eyes was shocked, and he was a little angry.

The heir of the Sword Saint, as arrogant as him, would be looked down upon like this by a wild boy?

He pulled out his sword, and without any movement, a sword aura broke into Ah Diao's sword.

Very rude.

This sword qi is not strong, almost no force, just a challenge, or just trying to force Ah Diao to do it.

Ah Diao didn't pay attention to it at all, the task assigned by Zhou Ji made him swing the knife 20,000 times a day, and now he is only short of this last knife, how can he be easily affected?

A knife fell straight down, and the twenty thousand knives that had accumulated throughout the morning suddenly fell, slashing along the previous trajectory, and the knife curtain rushed in the sky, swallowing the insignificant sword of the Baili Broken River like a big river.

The light of the knife is translucent, and it is more dazzling than the light color on the horizon.

It shone on the faces of everyone around the martial arts training ground, including the Baili Broken River.

His sword intent was destroyed, and he couldn't find any trace in the air, but Ah Diao didn't care at all, as if he couldn't see the hundred miles of broken river, he directly put the ancient knife into the sheath, patted the wind and dust on his body, turned around slightly and prepared to leave.

He didn't look at the sword-wielding boy again.

It's ironic.

Baili Duanjiang's anger was stronger than the sword intent, his long sword was never put away, the sword intent had been locked on Ah Diao, seeing Ah Diao turn around, he suddenly took a step forward, and the long sword moved sideways, blocking in front of Ah Diao.

"You have to fight today, the will of the South Mountain and the hills is not something you can insult at will. ”

Baili Duanjiang had a pair of cold eyes, and his voice was a little low: "If you don't dare to draw your sword, I will still use my sword." ”

Diao squinted his eyes and didn't speak.

He suddenly turned his eyes to look at the crowd in the outfield, and then laughed inexplicably: "However, the academy stipulates that disciples in the academy are not allowed to fight in private, this is the rule that the teacher taught me, and I dare not violate it." ”

Baili Duanjiang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and before he could react, another cold and serious voice sounded behind him: "That's right, private fights are not allowed in the academy, and those who violate it will be expelled from the academy, even if you are the descendant of the Sword Saint." ”

Baili Duanjiang looked behind him a little speechlessly, and then saw Zhou Ji coming from a distance with a calm face, standing still on the side of the martial arts training ground.

He was still holding the thick book in his left hand, and he was holding the long pen in his right hand, with an indifferent expression, and continued: "Ah Diao has performed well, his homework has been completed very well, and he can remember the rules taught by the teacher, so praise him verbally." Baili Duanjiang ignored the rules of the academy, repeatedly provoked and threatened Ah Diao, thinking that you are a first offender, and you will not be punished for the time being, you will be remembered first, and if you dare to commit it again in the future, you will be punished together. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Ji made a note in the thick book, as if he had reserved a file.

Then he quickly turned around and walked the way he came.

Ah Diao ran to Zhou Zhi's side with a grin, and the sound of sycophants continued, and he went away together.

The people outside the arena gradually dispersed, and the entire martial arts training ground became very quiet for a while.

Only Baili Duanjiang was on the spot with the long sword, wanting to vomit blood.

He couldn't understand how Ah Diao, who was originally very disrespectful to Zhou Ji, could be so obedient now, and he couldn't understand why their relationship had become so good.

The wind is getting urgent, and the river wants to cry without tears.

I could only whisper in my heart: "In the next year's Xuanwu list evaluation, I must smash your knife!"

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