Yunxia Mountain, after the female sword immortal Tang Yin returned to the sect to cultivate for three months, she finally recovered from her serious injury.

It is not unreasonable for the ancestors to say that they will break their muscles and bones for a hundred days.

Zhao Changqing couldn't always be with this woman sword immortal, after the two of them returned to Canggeng Prefecture on the Xianjia ferry from Taoyaodu, Zhao Changqing only stayed in Yunxia Mountain for half a month, and then left in a hurry.

Before leaving, Tang Yin was naturally reluctant, but she had both the arrogance of the sword fairy and the shyness of a little woman.

How could the scholar not understand the woman's thoughts, and only leave a sentence before leaving, "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?"

Leave in a hurry.

On the one hand, it was the Zhao family who learned of the tragedy of the Battle of Yaksha Mountain, and Zhao's father had already sent a message to Yunxia Mountain with a flying sword, and had been waiting for Zhao Changqing and Tang Yin to reply after returning to Yunxia Mountain. Originally, Zhao Changqing planned to write a letter in Yunxia Mountain first, report his safety to his family, and then stay a little longer before returning home to visit the second elder.

But he thought about it, he was already a qi refiner on the mountain, full of eight realms, and he was the mountain immortal master in the eyes of the world, the primordial infant and the earth immortal, and naturally there were still long years to stay with his sweetheart, but the two elders in the family were both old.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother belong to the old man's son, Zhao's mother is nearly forty years old, and she can give birth to Zhao Changqing, and now the scholar is twenty-four years old, and the two old people in the family are close to the sixtieth birthday, and the time is not much.

Therefore, before the scholar left, he would say to the female sword fairy that it was in the morning and twilight, the two had already experienced life and death in the main battlefield of Yaksha Mountain, and their love was stronger than gold, and they did not need to be accompanied by each other all the time.

Even if the end of the world is far away, there is no distance between hearts.

Now, he should spend more time with his parents.

It is precisely because of this time that he followed the female cultivators of Yunxia Mountain to support, and after experiencing life and death, Zhao Changqing understood that life is precious, and in life, he must always remind himself to cherish the present and cherish the people in front of him.

Tang Yin's figure disappeared in a flash, and he came to the second peak of Yunxia Mountain called Yifang Peak, selected a pine and cypress on the edge of the cliff, sat on the trunk of the tree, his jade feet were suspended in the air, his mind was exquisite, his feet were thousands of ravines, and his eyes were thousands of miles of blue sky. Thinking of a person who always comes and goes in a hurry, Pear Vortex smiled lightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were swaying.

The sword had already been given to him After Lu Zhixing, who was both an open-door and a closed-door disciple, the moment when the female sword immortal practiced the sword was not as good as before.

In the past, I walked too fast and too fast, and missed many good scenery.

It's rare to slow down, there are people in your heart, there is a scene in front of you, there is no near worry, there is no long-term worry, this situation and this kind of state of mind is already unavoidable.

Tang Yin was on the edge of the cliff, and he sat for a day.

She looked at the sunset on the peak and felt that it should be difficult to find a more beautiful scenery in the world.

The snow on the peak slowly melts.

On the peak of Fangfang, there are countless plum blossoms, when the snow melts, there will be a faint fragrance, accompanied by the backflow waterfall on the peaks of Yunxia Mountain and the fragrance of the spring in the garden, refreshing people's hearts.

"That's nice. Tang Yinqingsi flew in the wind, deliberately lifting the ban on cultivation, and did not let those winds and snows take a detour.

At sunset, the wind and snow blew in her face, dyeing her green silk into snow.

Tang Yin remembered the time when the scholar stayed in Yunxia Mountain, and finally was willing to say something so-called "sweet words" to her to make her happy.

Saying what she wanted to go from green silk to white snow with herself, looking at the snow on her hair, she was immersed in his words and deeds.

It seems that the lover has not gone far yet, and the love words are still in the ears.

She smiled.

Today, I am only a woman, not a sword fairy.

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Daxuan Dynasty, Lin'an City.

In a scholarly mansion, scholar Liang Jing and the old man were talking in the study.

Liang Jing, who was full of smiles, ate the old man's three sunspots again, and looked at the old man with a serious face, like a great enemy, Liang Jing smiled and said: "I haven't seen my father play chess so seriously for a long time, do you have to win a game against the child?" If the father is eager to win, he can take advantage of the child's inattention and quietly take a few white pieces from the chessboard, and the child will definitely turn a blind eye. ”

The old gentleman's temples are slightly frosty, but his body bones are exceptionally tough, his complexion is ruddy, and he has the qualifications to be old and strong, and he snorted coldly when he heard this: "Stinky boy, your wings are really hard, forget who taught you to play chess?"

After being taught a lesson, Liang Jing didn't dare to fight back, just looked at the somewhat cute father Liang with a smile.

Liang's father slapped a sunspot into the game casually, ate Liang Jing's white seed, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly after coloring, and said with satisfaction: "If you want to eat your kid's son, do you still need to be sneaky? Let's see, within thirty moves, I will definitely let your kid cry and beg for mercy." ”

Scholar Liang Jing smiled from ear to ear, he didn't expect his father to still have such a temper, his desire to win, he was always so strong, and he was a character who never admitted defeat in his life.

After thinking about it, Liang Jing felt that his personality was very similar to his father, maybe his strong temper was passed on to him by the old man. As long as you identify a road, it is impossible to stop without going down the road to the dark, and it is absolutely impossible to "take a detour".

A father and a son, when playing against each other, Liang Jing is mostly quick to move chess, and he is also quick to fall, and he is at ease and firmly has the upper hand. And Liang's father was still on par with Liang Jing's speed at the beginning, but every time he reached the middle game, Liang's father gradually became a little indecisive, and he needed to think about it for a long time before he could be able to fall behind.

It's not that the old gentleman's chess skills have regressed, but his own children, as he said, have "hardened their wings", and their chess skills are becoming more and more exquisite.

If it weren't for Liang Jingfei, who was greedy for fame and never participated in the chess games of the previous dynasties of the Daxuan Dynasty, he would have been recruited into the Hanlin Academy early and became a chess player.

As he played chess and thought for longer and longer, Liang's father felt that he was old and useless, and he was pleased that Liang Jing had grown up, and he no longer needed to worry about him and his wife, he could already take care of himself, and he was not small in knowledge, and he became a qi refiner on the mountain, and now he is called a poetry and painting masterpiece by the people on Fuyao Mountain.

Looking at the young face in front of him, the old man recalled that when Liang Jing was young, when he had a small face pink, like a pink carving, he liked to play on the street, liked to watch people fight crickets, and also liked to ponder some things that children of that age were not interested in. As her wife, Liang's mother would list the children's questions with herself before going to bed at night, hoping that she could give her an answer, and then she would tell Liang Jing.

At that time, the relationship between father and son was stiff.

Liang's father often forced Liang Jing to read, and Liang Jing often sneaked out of Liang's mansion to see the outside world under the cover of his mother's help.

When I returned to the house, I would ask Liang's mother all kinds of questions.

For example, do people die, and if so, what is the meaning of living?

For example, there are only four seasons in a year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, can't there be a fifth season?

If so, what should it be called?

For example, my father always asks me to read, is it that the more I read, the more my father will like me?

At that time, Liang Jing stumbled and always made his body dirty, not like a young master at all. And whenever Liang's father saw Liang Jing, who made a mess on his body, he would be angry. At first, he wanted to punish him for copying more books, but later, Liang Jing repeatedly refused to change.

Liang's father found that this method was useless, so he changed to a more impersonal way to educate Liang Jing.

From the time he was sensible, Liang's father said that if you were born in Liang Mansion, you should have no worries about food and clothing for your life.

Later, Liang's father added a sentence after this sentence, "It's okay to be a waste." ”

That night, Liang Jing, a young man who returned from playing on the street and climbed the outer wall of the backyard and returned to the yard, saw his father standing outside the study, and did not reprimand himself as usual, but looked indifferent, and said expressionlessly: "In the future, you don't need to sneak out, you can go out of the gate openly." As I said, being reincarnated is also a talent, born in my Liang Mansion, you should have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, you don't have to study, and it doesn't hurt to be a waste. ”

That year, Liang Jing was ten years old, and he looked at his father as if he had said an inconsequential little thing, and his tone was extremely light.

He was still a child, and he knew that his father didn't like him anymore.

And this sentence, to this day, Liang Jing still thinks that his father was humiliating himself.

Later, Liang Jing began to lock himself in his study, doing things that he didn't like to do, but everyone else did.

Read and write, and memorize the articles of the sages.

Juvenile rebellion means that the more restrained the elders, the more counterproductive it is.

After Liang's father completely stopped restraining him, Liang Jing redoubled his restraints.

The shackles of youth are no longer under their feet, but in their hearts. The lock on his heart confined a teenager who doesn't like to read to the study for more than ten years.

The Liang family has a great business, brocade clothes and food, and has never treated him badly.

So it's not a cold window, but I also studied hard for ten years, until that year, I won the imperial examination high school and won the list.

Then, Liang Jing, "one of the top ten talents of the Daxuan Dynasty", was born.

After the end of the palace test, the scholar stood outside the palace gate, bowed deeply to the Liang Mansion in the distance, and then held his head high and muttered: "I have never insulted my father's reputation." ”

After reading thousands of books, Liang Jing still likes to play, but the place of play has also changed from the streets of Lin'an City to the landscapes of Canggeng Prefecture.

He often travels far away from home and does not return for months.

It seems that the young man who still has shackles under his feet in the past is angry with his father.

Time flies in circles.

From the battle of Yaksha Mountain, to the Demon Tower of Buye Mountain Town, a copy of an ancient book was given by Zhong Yuxiang, the mausoleum keeper, Liang Jing carefully flipped through the ancient books, and studied the contents of the ancient books with the supernatural powers of observation and refuge, and tried to find a way to repair the passage of the four victorious things. It's a pity that the progress is slow, so Liang Jing chose to take the ancient book and return to the Liang Mansion.

I want to use my father's connections to see if I can find the sages of the Temple of Literature who are proficient in "deciphering words", after all, if even those saints can't understand this ancient book, it will be in vain to figure it out by yourself.

Although Liang Jing believed that if the Confucian sages had a way to repair the passage of the four victorious things, they would definitely not sit idly by. However, to this day, the four victorious things still have not been 10% stable, and no one dares to say that they are foolproof, which has shown that even if there is a method, it is still a symptom but not a cure, or in other words, even the Confucian sages and the sages of the three religions are powerless to do anything about this matter. But he still wanted to try.

I tried, even if there was only a 1 in 10,000 chance, it was still a chance.

But if you don't try, you must have no chance.

Liang Jing believes that people in the world never lack the ability to do one thing well, but lack the determination to take that step and "try".

When he returned to Liang's Mansion this time, although his father still called himself a stinky boy, Liang Jing could see that his father's attitude towards him had eased a lot.

The father and son who are playing against each other have different thoughts and have thousands of thoughts in their minds.

Liang Jing still remembers that when he was young, his father taught him to play chess, and he was always fighting to win or lose, and he had a strong desire to win.

And the father, who will always quietly give up his son unconsciously, often deliberately loses to himself, and is quiet, and will not let himself notice at all.

Now, he no longer has to rely on his father's deliberate loss to win the game.

After so much time, shouldn't you let go of the obsession in your heart?

After all, what he did seemed to be angry with Liang's father, but in fact, he was angry with himself.

In the later stage of the chess game, scholar Liang Jing had firmly grasped the power of life and death against Heizi, but he repeatedly "let go" the opportunity to slay the dragon, and constantly delayed a game of chess with a huge disparity in strength and expanded it indefinitely.

Moreover, Liang Jing's current chess strength can already "make chess" without being noticed by his father.

Just like Liang's father back then, in order to arouse the child's interest in chess, in order to satisfy the child's desire to win and self-esteem, he always deliberately lost to Liang Jing.

When he was young, he gave his son to his young.

Nowadays, a teenager is no longer a teenager, and the young let the child grow up.

A woman walked to the door of the study, did not step in, but knocked on the door lightly, and said with a smile: "Wenxuan, Ah Jing, you father and son, don't have to linger over there, if you don't come to the meal, it will be cold." ”

The scholar stood up and said, "Mother." ”

The woman smiled and nodded.

Father Liang also wanted to get up, but he pretended to be obsessed with the chess game, and said in a deep voice: "What can I do if I say let's go? ”

Liang Jing turned his head and glanced at his mother, his face was full of helplessness, but his mind was in a hurry, and he immediately said: "Father, you and I have played hundreds of hands in a row, and we have always been equal, it seems that even if we play dozens of hands, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, I think, this game of chess must be drawn, why don't you go to dinner first and come back another day?"

Under the steps, Liang Wenxuan could only pretend and say: "Okay, then it's cheaper for you kid, it's a draw." ”

Liang Jing spread out his palms and said respectfully: "Father, please first." ”

Liang Wenxuan snorted, never thought that the woman at the door stepped into the threshold, grabbed Liang Jing's wrist, and walked out with him first, leaving Liang Wenxuan alone, so he could only say with annoyance: "Madame, this is favoritism, why do you see the child and ignore the husband?"

The woman was too lazy to take care of him, and began to talk and laugh with her own children, saying that Liang Jing is not young now, and it is time to consider starting a family, and said that this Lin'an City has a very good appearance, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and Liang Jing is very compatible, so that the scholar has to go to other people's houses with him to walk around, and he is not in a hurry to propose marriage or anything, just to see if he can see the right eye, if he sees the right eye, the marriage or something will start to be handled, and then let her and Liang's father drink the wedding wine early, and then give birth to a big fat boy as soon as possible, let her take it.

A series of words, Liang Jing's face was red, and he could only be a strong excuse, saying that he was still young, and he was in a long way, and he was not in a hurry, so that his mother should not worry about these trivial matters, and spend more time on herself, eat and drink well, and go to the temple in Lin'an City to burn incense, worship Buddha, scatter your heart, and drink tea with other ladies in Lin'an City, and enjoy the scenery.

Liang Wenxuan saw that one big and one small didn't care about himself, he could only secretly eat deflated, before leaving, he glanced at the chessboard, and after thinking about it, he turned his head to look at the back of Liang Jing who was gradually walking away.

Liang Wenxuan was surprised, and felt that he had fallen into the four words "the authorities are obsessed"? How could he never have found out that Liang Jing was struggling to give in?

He walked lightly to the opposite side of the table, stood in front of Liang Jing, looked at the chessboard again, and then picked up the white piece that belonged to Liang Jing and threw it on the chessboard.

The old man was happy and sad, and laughed angrily: "Stinky boy, it's really a long skill." ”

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The land of Gyeonggi during the Daxuan Dynasty.

A towering attic, surrounded by thousands of sword qi, is not only a natural barrier, but also a sword qi cage, in the attic, locked sword handles.

The sword aura of this building is soaring, teaching people can only watch from afar, and no one can get close.

At the bottom of the attic, hang a plaque, the first word is illegible, and the last two words are "Sword Pavilion".

In this "Sword Pavilion", there was a man who was so bored that he simply let the outer body of the Yang God and the outer body of the Yin God go out of his body at the same time, and this sword immortal leaned on a long sword without sheaths that penetrated into the ground for three points, and looked at "himself and himself asking the sword" with interest.

The man held a piece of baked cake in one hand, then gnawed on the baked cake and said "to himself": "Tang Tang, look at Sword Slave A or Sword Slave B, which sword skill is higher?"

No one answered.

The man smiled: "Tang Tang, are you really going to ignore me all the time?" It's been so long, so you won't still be angry with me." ”

Still talking to himself.

The man thought for a moment, and was just about to sit on the hilt of the sword when a pleasant voice as crisp as a bell came from the unsheathed long sword, his voice was soft, but his tone was unquestionable.

"You dare. ”

He didn't dare.

It's just a matter of asking her to talk to herself in this way. Now that he succeeded, the man was excited, swallowed the baked cake in three or two bites, rubbed his palms, lowered his head and wiped the oil on his hands on his clothes, and said, "It's been almost a year, and you are finally willing to talk to me!"

It's not that he likes the girl in the sword, it's really that as a mausoleum keeper, he guards the Sword Pavilion all the year round, and he can't leave the Sword Pavilion and go out to walk around, which is really easy to get bored.

In this attic, she was the only one he could talk to.

On the side of the Daxuan Dynasty, every few days, someone will come to bring food to him.

It's just that even if he temporarily suppressed the infinite sword qi around the Sword Worship Pavilion, so that the person who came to deliver the food would not be torn apart by the sword qi, that person would not be able to stay here for a long time, and could only come and go in a hurry. I didn't even have time to speak.

About a year ago, the battle in the Huxin Pavilion in Daxuan Capital City, he took action to stop the fairy sword Chengying from going to the Huxin Pavilion, although in the end he still failed to stop the Chengying, but also let the girl remember her own account, after the Chengying Sword returned to the Sword Pavilion, she fell into a deep sleep like the fairy sword Chengying who used the continuous sword qi of the Sword Pavilion to refine the sword body in order to repair the sword body.

At the end of the day, I just don't want to pay attention to myself.

In the past year, the sword slave has been bored in a panic, and now there is no demon to kill, so he can only watch his Yang God body and Yin God body fight all day long, so as to relieve his boredom.

Although as a peak sword cultivator of the Ten Realms, the sword slave can control the means of observing mountains and rivers and see what is happening elsewhere in the world, but after looking at it for a hundred years and thousands of years, how mortals are, they are all the same, and they have never changed. The sword slave is tired of seeing it.

And the other monks on the top of the mountain have their own means to prevent outsiders from "prying eyes". Not everyone wants to be secretly observed by others by looking at the mountains and rivers.

The farther away from that person, the greater the spiritual power that needs to be consumed, and if the other party is also a great cultivator whose realm is almost the same as his own, then it is not something that can be "observed" anytime and anywhere.

For a year, the sword slave was nothing more than watching the mountains and rivers from afar, watching the battle in Yasha Mountain in Taoyao Prefecture.

There is not much intersection between the four mausoleum guards in the world, and there will even be times when the mausoleum keepers and the mausoleum keepers are not right. For example, the sword slave of the tomb keeper of the Sword Pavilion and Zhong Yu, the tomb keeper of the Demon Suppression Tower, have never looked at each other unpleasantly.

The sword slave was jealous that Zhong Yu could not be restricted by the things that overwhelmed, and he could enter and leave the Demon Suppression Tower at will.

Zhong Yu felt that the sword slave acted like a sword immortal on the top of every mountain, but he was like a ruffian in the rivers and lakes, and he had no bearing at all.

Except for the swordsmanship, there is no place that can make him look at it, so Zhong Yu never disdains the sword slave.

"Tang Tang, talk to me for a while, do you know how I came over this year······" The sword slave turned around, squatted on the ground, looked at the fairy sword Chengying, and said with a flattering smile.

The sword spirit girl in the Chengying Sword is his only friend.

But now, even this only friend ignored his love, and the sword slave regretted it a little, if he knew this, he wouldn't have stopped him in the first place.

The girl in the sword stopped talking again.

The sword slave also lost his temper, and snorted coldly: "Isn't it just to stop you from saving Li Zijin in the first place, it's not for your own sake, the Chengying Sword is now in such a broken and dilapidated appearance, can it withstand a few tosses? Yes, your Lord Tang is a sword spirit, so naturally you have to saddle the horse for that kid, but you have to do what you can, right? Before the Sui seniors opened the sky and ascended, they had already made it clear that Li Zijin was in the Jindan Realm before. If you can't hold the 'Chengying Sword, it just so happens that Chengying will repair the sword body, and it will take at least ten years, before that, you will be okay and don't disturb each other, can't you? That guy has three sword qi on his body, even if you don't go to the Huxin Pavilion before, he won't be able to die. I'm thinking about you, but it's become mine, isn't it?"

The girl in the sword didn't want to show up, and she didn't want to talk to this person, but she couldn't bear his resentful thoughts, and asked in annoyance, "Did you say enough?"

"I haven't said enough! I'm going to say it until you ignore me!"

The man looked like he was rolling around, turning over and over on the ground, how could he still have the demeanor of a great sword fairy, and how could he still have the majesty of the mausoleum guard, at this moment, he was really like a ruffian in the rivers and lakes, lying on the ground and playing a scoundrel.

Above the body of the fairy sword and the shadow of the sword, there was a flow of light, and after a ray of white light shone, a young girl suddenly appeared aside.

Her face was cold, and she glanced at the writhing guy on the ground.

Make a look of "you go on, I'll just look at you".

"Tang Tang, are you willing to see me!" The sword slave of the mausoleum keeper was overjoyed, and a carp rolled over from the ground, looking at the girl in the sword who was close but had not seen it for a long time with a happy face.

Her name is Sitang.

As for the surname, he was never mentioned to him.

The sword slave didn't want to guess, he only knew that in the long years, a person was very lonely. If there was no one to talk to him, I am afraid he would have gone mad long ago.

In the past, the sword slave was accompanied by the predecessor who had no one to beat the swordsmanship, asked with a sword, preached with a sword, opened the sky with a sword, and flew out of the sky.

Later, the Sui senior, who was superb in swordsmanship, left, leaving behind a fairy sword and a girl in the sword.

Before the Sui seniors left, they temporarily handed over the Chengying Sword to the Sword Slave of the Tomb Keeper for safekeeping, and asked him to hand over the Immortal Sword Chengying to him after the young Jin Dan Realm named Li Zijin.

also said that when the time comes, Li Zijin will definitely come to the Sword Pavilion and take the sword in person.

Even if the sword slave heard it, he laughed it off, he didn't think that anyone could easily enter this Sword Worship Pavilion.

Even if it's a Jindan Sword Immortal, it can't be.

In other words, the Jindan Sword Immortal is still far away, right.

As one of the four victorious things in the world, the worship of the sword pavilion is different from the other three victorious things, which lies in the predecessor of the worship of the sword pavilion.

Its predecessor was several formations.

With the sword as the array, the array as the sword, the sword array is one, and complements each other.

In the end, the great mysterious realm of the sword formation and the sword in the formation was formed, and the sword qi barrier located around the Sword Worship Pavilion was far better than the mountain and water barriers in the blessed heavens and blessed places in the world, not to mention that the secular dynasty and the mountain protection formations of the immortal sects on the mountains could be compared.

A sword worship pavilion is also the most "unkind" and the most difficult to enter realm among the four overwhelming things.

Even he, the tomb keeper, was only able to pass through that sea of sword qi unharmed after he was among the Ten Realms Sword Immortals, and was baptized by countless sword qi without being harmed.

If it were a different person, even if it was a Jindan Yuanying or even a sword immortal of the Nine Realms Divided God Realm, if he tried to break through the sword qi barrier outside the Sword Pavilion, he would definitely end up with a broken soul and a tragic death, there is no doubt about this.

The Sword Worship Pavilion is the most solid of the four victories.

This is also the meaning of the existence of the sword mound formed by the tens of thousands of swords in the Sword Worship Pavilion and the nameless swords around the Sword Worship Pavilion.

Those nameless swords today used to have names, and their owners were all sword cultivators who stood up to the sky.

Although many people are not as good as the earth immortal realm of Jindan Yuanying, in the eyes of the sword slaves, they are all sword immortals.

The girl in the sword named Sitang squinted at the "Sword Slave A" and "Sword Slave B" who were asking each other about the sword, and really didn't understand why this person could watch his Yang God's outer body and Yin God's outer body fight with each other every day, and he could still watch it with such interest.

If it were her, she would rather sleep a little longer, and it would be better to sleep with him in the dark than to be so boring.

The girl said angrily: "What if you win? Not a sword slave? A win or B win, or is it important?"

The man was not unhappy at all, but was satisfied that the girl was not only willing to talk to him, but also willing to take the initiative to walk out of the Chengying Sword, he nodded again and again: "What Tang Tang says, it's what it is!"

She rolled her eyes, and her figure disappeared in a flash, but instead of immediately returning to the Immortal Sword Inheritance, she appeared on the top floor of the Sword Worship Pavilion.

This layer, above the clouds.

On the covered bridge on this floor, you can see the sea of clouds and waves from afar by the railing.

The clouds are like the ebb and flow of the tide, which has the magical power to attract people's eyes, and it is difficult to easily remove their eyes at a glance.

In the covered bridge in the clouds, the girl Sitang, the lotus step moved lightly, walking slowly.

The sword slave of the mausoleum guard, followed closely behind, repeatedly offered courtesy, and the girl turned a blind eye.

The two of them walked together in the clouds for a long time, but they always remained within the scope of the sword qi barrier on the layer of the Sword Worship Pavilion, and did not "cross the line".

The girl suddenly stopped and asked, "Sword slave, can you find Li Zijin's location by looking at the mountains and rivers with your palm?"

He was stunned, first nodded, indicating that he could, and then said: "Even if you find it and let you see it, what can you do." Instead of worrying about Li Zijin's current situation, you might as well worry about yourself, Chengying Sword still doesn't know when and when it will be able to repair the sword body, if that kid has some ability, he can recruit a quenching sword stone for you from the blessed land of the cave, but now he is just building a soul realm, brittle like a piece of paper, it is difficult to save your life like a blessed land, let alone find a quenching sword stone for you to help Chengying repair the sword body. ”

The girl said impatiently: "I'll just ask you, okay or not?"

The sword slave was deflated, so he could only nod helplessly: "Okay." ”

He didn't want to make this only friend angry again, and then he ignored him for a whole year, so he could only be bored all day long.

The girl Sitang stood in the middle of the covered bridge with her arms around her chest, looking at the mausoleum keeper beside her, waiting for his movements.

The latter realized it later, and immediately used his fingers as a sword, and swiped twice in front of him, cutting out a picture scroll. On the scroll, there is a constantly changing scene.

It seems that after thousands of miles, the scenery on the picture scroll has come to a Honghu Prefecture with a territory like a bird.

When the scroll finally swoops down, it becomes a curtain of light.

The girl Sitang's frosty cheeks finally showed a smile, like the morning sun melting snow.

She looked at the familiar figure in the light curtain, and involuntarily took a step forward, closer to the light curtain.

But this doesn't really make the girl closer to the person in the light curtain.

The sword slave of the mausoleum keeper leaned on the railing of the bridge in the clouds, tilted his head like that, quietly looked at the girl's back, and glanced at the young swordsman in green shirt in the light curtain out of the corner of his eye.

I haven't seen you for a year, soul building realm sword cultivation, plus body refining realm martial arts?

The sword slave's eyes rarely showed a look of relief, but it soon flashed away, and he regained his poisonous tongue, and said angrily: "Tang Tang, people have also seen it, you see, that kid is doing well, he has grown taller and gained a lot of weight······ It's okay, there's a girl by my side, tsk, this figure, this look. It's okay, he hasn't become a sword fairy yet, so he is so familiar, this kid is really not a good thing······"

"Shut up. The girl who stepped out of the sword looked displeased.

Dressed in a crow green robe, his apricot eyes are pure, his willow eyebrows are like knives, his nose bridge is thin and straight, and his pink lips move slightly.

Even if she gets angry, she can't feel the slightest bit of "fierceness", but has a different charm.

The mausoleum keeper beside him who worshiped the Sword Pavilion had no choice but to keep silent, no longer boring himself.

Sitang just stood outside the light curtain, looking at the young swordsman in the green shirt in the light curtain, and the koi girl beside him with a hosta.

Looking at Li Zijin's appearance, Sitang felt that his clothes were too thin, so he asked, "Sword slave, is the wind and snow in Honghu Prefecture so big?"

The man snorted, "It's north over there, and the wind and snow will only get bigger." ”

The girl sighed and stopped talking.

The two of them were in the middle of the covered bridge on the clouds, staring at the light curtain for a long time, and finally when the sky was getting darker and darker, until they couldn't see his appearance clearly, Sitang said softly: "It's okay, put it away." ”

With a wave of his hand, the light curtain in front of the two of them instantly dissipated.

"Returned?" he asked tentatively.

"Let's go back. As she spoke, the girl in her green robe had disappeared in a flash, disappearing into the bridge above the clouds.

The peak sword immortal of the Ten Realms, who was the guardian of the tomb, said with a smile: "Sauvignon Blanc is long-term memory, and short-term Sauvignon Blanc is infinite, why bother." ”

After speaking, the figure of the man also disappeared in a flash, and returned to the Sword Worship Pavilion.

The girl was gone, apparently back in the sword.

The unsheathed long sword on the ground had been slightly tilted, presumably Sitang had already held the hilt of the sword when he returned here.

The man looked at the fairy sword and sighed. I feel that the master is not there, only the sword spirit holds the sword, which is sad and sad.

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Jin Huaicheng, Li Zijin and his little sister Hong Shao helped Aunt Song clean up the noodle stall after having dinner at the lady's noodle stall.

Although the woman repeatedly said that it was not necessary, it did not have to be so. Li Zijin still smiled and said that it was cold and wanted to move.

Hong Shao also hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, if you don't move, your hands are about to freeze." ”

After the two helped Aunt Song clean up the noodle stall, they carried miscellaneous goods for her, saying that they wanted to see Ergou, so they sent the woman all the way to the house.

Yang Ergou had already prepared the meal and was waiting for his mother to come back at home, and he was stunned when he saw the three of them walking into the house together.

Aunt Song said: "Why are you still stunned, hurry up and bring the bench to your brother Zijin and sister Hongshao!"

Yang Ergou was a little embarrassed, because he had only cooked enough rice for the mother and son in advance, and he didn't expect Li Zijin and Hong Shao to come, but if he went to cook rice now, it would obviously be too late.

He was a little embarrassed, and was shouted by his mother, so he hurriedly ran to move two benches and let Li Zijin and Hong Shao sit down.

"Brother Zijin, Sister Hongshao, sit down. Yang Ergou touched the back of his head, and stood aside a little helplessly, but he didn't look like a host, like a guest.

Li Zijin thought about it, and then said to the paper figure on the girl's shoulder: "It's okay, aren't you curious about what good places are in Jinhuai City, you can ask Ergou, he is very familiar with the streets and alleys of the city." ”

Hearing nothing, he turned his head to look at the dark-skinned little boy whose hands were calloused at a young age.

When Li Zijin said this, Yang Ergou was even more embarrassed, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look directly at the pale paper man, "No, no, I just like to wander around." However······ If you're going to go somewhere, I can tell you. ”

Nothing's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Yang Ergou's eyes were sincere, and he nodded.

A paper figure and a boy began to talk happily, talking and laughing, so lively.

Yang Ergou was also gradually able to let go, and he was not as uncomfortable as he was just now. Originally, because of his poor family background, his father died early since he was a child, so he thought that he was inferior to others. Even the people under the mountain can't compare, when he saw the objects of the people on the mountain like the pale paper man, he knew that Li Zijin and Hong Shao turned out to be people on the mountain, so Yang Ergou, who was able to face the teenagers and girls calmly and talk and laugh with them, was also affected by the inferiority complex buried in his heart since he was a child, and he couldn't get along with them comfortably.

Li Zijin was keen-minded and aware of it, so he took the initiative to chat with the little guy when he had nothing to do.

Once the child starts talking, the troubles will naturally be left behind, and there is no energy to think nonsense.

Aunt Song poured a cup of tea for the two of them, and asked Hong Shao in a low voice, "Nizi, how can that paper man also speak?"

The girl naturally couldn't explain clearly, so she looked at her senior brother.

Li Zijin patiently explained to the woman what is the "magic weapon of the fairy family" and what is the "pale paper man", the woman's face was full of surprise, she was stunned when she heard it, she couldn't even speak, she held it for a long time, and finally only held back one sentence: "That should be very expensive, right?"

The young man couldn't cry or laugh, explaining that the pale paper figure was not expensive, and it was not even a magic weapon of the fairy family, but it was just an extremely ordinary fairy object, which could help the master clean the room and talk to the master or something.

Only then did the woman feel a little more at ease.

She glanced at the child who had been pulled aside by nothing, squatting on the ground and chatting, her eyes were extremely doting, but she didn't forget to remind Yang Ergou: "Ergou, don't break your brother Zijin and Sister Hongshao's things." ”

The woman didn't know what a pale paper figure was, but she had also heard the name of the so-called "Mountain Immortal Master", and the implication was to let Yang Ergou say that he should not start and destroy the paper man who could speak human words.

I can't afford to lose, so in life, I can only be careful in everything.

Yang Ergou responded obediently and shouted to his mother to rest assured.

Li Zijin waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's not so easy to be 'bad' if you have nothing to do, and Ergou is an obedient child, so he will be measured." ”

Hong Shao remembered something, and suddenly said: "Senior brother, I heard Master Chai say that the Spring Festival will be in a few days, when Master Chai said that the Spring Festival, the city will be lively, and then we will celebrate the festival with Aunt Song and Ergou, right?"

The woman was slightly stunned, not knowing whether to nod or shake her head.

nodded, afraid that he would be shy in his pocket, and he would not be able to make a meal that satisfied Li Zijin and Hong Shao.

But shaking her head, she was afraid that Hong Shao, a simple girl, would be sad and disappointed.

Li Zijin looked at the woman's embarrassed expression, and said understandingly: "Yes, it's just that I have promised Master Chai and the old gentleman from Jinhuai Bookstore in advance that I will celebrate the New Year with them." It's hard to break her promise, in this way, if Aunt Song doesn't dislike it, why don't you take Ergou and come to Feixue Inn to celebrate the New Year with us?"

After speaking, the young man in green shirt turned his head and gave Yang Ergou, who was squatting in the corner of the wall and chatting with the paper man without anything.

The little guy understood, and immediately said, "Okay, okay, mother, let's celebrate the New Year with Brother Zijin and them then, right?"

Li Zijin, Hong Shao, Yang Ergou, nothing happened, all waiting for her answer.

A humble room was instantly quiet, and four pairs of clear eyes looked at one person at the same time.

The woman looked at the children, and then at the other children, and when they could not refuse, they agreed.

After dark, Li Zijin and Hong Shao said goodbye, left Song Daniang's house, and began to walk back.

Along the way, the teenager felt as if he had a pair of eyes, staring at him all the time.

Every time he looked back, he found nothing.

"Is it a delusion?" Li Zijin muttered to himself.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" the girl asked, looking at the senior brother who was in a daze.

He shook his head, "It's okay. ”

Li Zijin slapped the girl's head with one hand and raised his head to look at the sky.

It's a little cold, but it's okay.

Because, soon it will be spring.