The land of Lingnan is mountainous and rainy.

The rain meets the mountain, becomes the river, becomes the spring, and becomes the waterfall.

There is a curtain of waterfalls hanging on the south side of the medicine valley.

It's just that compared to other waterfalls that are either surging, sonic and sonic or graceful, slender and slender, this waterfall is neither hidden in the clouds and fog to pretend to be mysterious, nor is it as magnificent as the Milky Way falling in the nine heavens.

But no matter whether it is famous or not, and no matter how much rain it has, in the past few decades or even hundreds of years, the sound of falling water in the south of the medicine valley has never stopped.

Time has not erased it, and it cannot break free from the shackles of time.

It doesn't need to be upset, sorrowful, or anxious about what happened yesterday, today, or tomorrow.

Look down on people coming and going, and look down on the gathering and dispersion of wind and clouds.

Just as it watched the rise and fall of Medicine Valley silently in the long river of time, indifferently pretending to be a bystander who was most familiar with Medicine Valley.

This is true for the entire Medicine Valley, not to mention what happened on the edge of Cheongdam.

It didn't pay attention to when there were two more people on the boulder on the other side of Qingtan, and when they were nowhere to be seen.

I don't care about the extra small movements near Qingtan these days.

In fact, the movement near Qingtan is not small.

From time to time, there are landslides and rocks, mud splashes, and rubble flying.

Occasionally, there is an aquatic explosion of thunder, and the waves are like knives.

At this moment, it was the two swords that created these movements.

Or rather, two people.

Different from the indifferent waterfalls, they can't treat time as nothing, they can only continue to press themselves, use the current time, to chase the future excellence, make up for the regrets of the past.

Both are young men.

One was dressed in black with a white cloth tied around his arm.

The other was dressed in white with a black cloth covering his eyes.

Both of them were holding wooden swords, both of which were made by the same person.

There are different ways to make the sword, and the strength of the sword body is completely different, but the sword intent in each move and style is so similar.

After several offensive and defensive switches, the two sides opened a distance of several zhang and separated on the edge of Qingtan.

It was just a breath of breathing, and the man in white went on the offensive again.

He seems to be breaking through the air, and he seems to be stepping on the waves, and his sword is like drinking, and he is arrogant.

The sword came with anger, and the true qi was surging and wild, and it actually brought up a huge wave of the pool water, like a stone wall rushing down to the man in black!

This is the swordsmanship of the man in black, and the two have benefited a lot from communicating with each other and learning their respective swordsmanship for several days.

This sword was made by the man in white, and it had the seven-point demeanor of the man in black in the past, and it also vaguely showed its awe-inspiring majesty on the terrace of the day.

The man in black didn't have time to feel too much emotion, and in the face of this sword and wall with a strong sense of oppression, although he didn't have the courage to fight it, he would never sit still.

When he felt the majestic inner breath emanating from the blade of the man in white, the man in black was ready to fight hard or retreat.

Almost as soon as the wall of waves slapped down, and the sword blade followed, the black figure that was already in the wave suddenly disappeared!

For others, the disappearance of the man in black, or the antelope hanging its horns, is nowhere to be found.

But the man in white, who can't see anything, can perceive that the man in black has turned himself into a leaf, that is, in the wind or in the big waves, he can find that ray of life, flee with the situation, and retreat.

Snorting a few times, extremely light, but extremely compact.

The man in white who missed the blow did not stabilize his body, and he could already tell that it was the sound of his toes hitting the water, and the counterattack of the man in black was coming!

The man in black seemed to suddenly appear behind the man in white from the void, and he took out his sword and collected his sword in the midst of lightning and fire, stabbing four swords in a row!

Each sword is wrapped in the pure inner breath of the man in black, even a wooden sword is enough to pierce through the stubborn stone!

The four swords stabbed at the four key points of the man in white, but they only slashed against the edges, hairtips, and face of the man in white, and they all pierced the air!

In an instant, the four swords missed, especially the last sword was only an inch away from the back of the man in white, but it was an inch away, but it was like being separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, and the sword momentum was exhausted, and it was impossible to get close again.

The man in white skillfully let go of the four swords released by the man in black like lightning, and did not let the strength on the wooden sword hurt the slightest.

The man in white didn't turn back, let alone stagnate, so he grabbed the sword before the man in black stabbed his sword again.

This is the sword style taught by the black-clothed man's master, looking forward and backward, looking left and right, desperate when entering, taking care of all sides when retreating, attacking and attacking, and guarding the code of the sword.

The man in white still looks handy with it!

Click, after a few muffled sounds of wooden sword strikes, the man in black found that his sword frequency was always half a beat slower than that of the man in white, and in just a few breaths, he fell from the leader of the offensive who launched a counterattack to a passive one, and if he didn't retreat, he was afraid that he would be broken by the opponent's back, so he could only burst out with stronger internal strength, suspend the speed of the opponent's sword, and retreat.

However, how could the man in white, who had completely controlled the situation of the battle, not be able to calculate this step?

The man in black flew back only a kilometer away, and the man in white had already turned around and raised his sword to chase and stab!

The castration of the man in white is only faster than the retreat of the man in black, and it also locks the whereabouts of the man in black and teaches him that he has no way to dodge.

The man in black had to mobilize his internal breath and cross his sword to stop him.

The age difference between the two is not big, but the gap in internal force is not small, but the man in white has no intention of relying on the internal force to suppress people, and only takes out sixty percent of his strength to compete with the other party from beginning to end, but when the two swords intersect, the man in black who can not avoid it only feels that the momentum of the sword is overwhelming, like a boulder pressed on the chest, and he can't breathe.

Click!

The wooden sword that stood before the two of them could not bear the unbearable weight of his life, and it broke tragically!

Or the defeat is like a mountain, the sword is broken at the same time, and the man in black retreats to mix garlic, and his body falls backwards!

The man in white was not finished, and it was difficult to collect the sword, so in this scene, he had to turn the sword sharply and deviate towards the air.

A few strands of hair failed to escape from the sword's aftermath, and floated miserably from the head of the man in black.

At the same time, the man in black landed on his buttocks, and let out a soft hiss.

I think that the sharpness of the edges and corners of the gravel is not inferior to the tip of the knife.

The man in white stretched out his left hand to the man in black who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Come again?"

The man in black didn't rush to pull the hand of the man in white, he turned sideways with one hand, rubbed his greatly wronged buttocks with the other, and pouted: "I can't come, I really have a waste sword to fight with you, fortunately, all the swords used are wooden swords, otherwise there are really not so many swords here to toss around." ”

In the past few days, the two have become acquainted with each other, and there is a lack of politeness and restraint in their words.

The white-clothed man secretly said in his heart, not because he had foresight.

He smiled and said, "Then I'll cut you again right away." ”

The man in black muttered, "My pants are torn." ”

The man in white didn't continue to insist, and said, "Oh, then let's stop here today." ”

The man in black stood up with the hand of the man in white, and then walked towards the bamboo forest together.

The man in white couldn't see it, and he couldn't detect it, but the empty hands of the man in black clenched slightly.

The man in black knew that the man in white did not rely on the cultivation of the exercises to take advantage of him, but he could not help but be annoyed that he had not been able to practice hard in the past and lay down the skills taught by the master solidly; he was worried that he had learned from each other, and that others had been able to learn from each other, but he had only just gotten a glimpse of the door; he was anxious about the changing situation in the rivers and lakes today, and obviously would not leave him much time to become stronger.

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Ten days ago.

A man with a knife left the Medicine Valley alone and returned to the red world to find and explore his own sword intent.

A thinning figure, always stepping out of the house and running through the pathways in the valley before the sky was white, submerged in the morning light when it dotted the treetops of the bamboo forest in the south.

Chu Shangu was sent away by Jiang Yichen.

Zi Feng began to consult with Jiang Yichen about swordsmanship.

Jiang Yichen also sent away Yuntianguan and his party.

The six uncles and nephews went down the mountain together, but when they returned, there were two less.

Although it is unpredictable to be in the rivers and lakes, once life and death are involved, the truth and sorrow in it are naturally not easily diluted and erased.

The four had left three days earlier.

In the past seven days, Jiang Yichen didn't care less about Xi Weiyu, but he could clearly feel the other party's forced smile.

The junior brother who went through the rivers and lakes with her died.

The little sister who had been with her for nearly twenty years died.

Compared with the little witch in Cangwu Mountain, who has gradually changed her heart, Xiweiyu, who has learned to pour more emotions into the people around her, is undoubtedly more traumatized this time.

In addition to reluctantly responding to Jiang Yichen's concern, more often than not, Xi Weiyu followed the four old Qi Huangsu in the medicine valley to learn from the medicine elder and the disciples and grandchildren of the medicine elder and communicate with each other, occasionally going to the pond to stroke the qin, mentioning the interest for a minute or two, watching the junior brother Yunjing and the eighth uncle Qi Huangwu compete with Jiang Yichen and Zifeng in swordsmanship.

And after the four people of Yuntianguan left, the group of people who came to the Medicine Valley from the Ning Terrace, except for Jiang and Zi, there were only six people left.

Yao Lao formulated a treatment method for Cowherd's condition, and assigned a disciple from Tanaka to be responsible for his early pharmacological recuperation, paving the way for further treatment.

Where the Cowherd is, the Weaver Girl is with her, and the two of them cooperate with the Medicine Valley very much, and they also maintain a low profile enough.

It is enough to keep a low profile, so that the entire Jianghu will completely forget about their existence for a period of time in the future.

also hopes to be forgotten by the rivers and lakes for the time being, as well as Niu Kelian, who has made waves for a while.

With the two-pronged combination of medicine valley medicine and Xiaohua's careful care, Niu Kelian can move freely in less than three days, but after all, he is not the young and strong body he used to be, and his body and bones still need to be raised for some time.

In comparison, Ning Mad, who was still young and strong, was extremely fortunate to have saved his left arm under the rejuvenation medical skills of Yao Lao.

As a result, it is also limited to a certain area of activity and activity capacity.

Most of the time, Ning Mad is taken care of by Feipiao.

However, every day, Feipiao would carry the three jars of wine that he got out of nowhere to stay in front of Xiao Yan'er and Mu Yan's graves.

I don't know if she went to them to chat, or if she just wanted to stay there quietly, in any case, she would finish the three jars of wine and come back after half an hour.

During this time, Xiaohua and Niu Kelian helped take care of Ning Madness.

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The waterfall is roaring, and time passes in ignorance.

And in this increasingly chaotic world, it seems that everyone is slowly seeing the most precious things in their hearts and thinking about how to protect them.