The evil wind blows, and the tepid water vapor volatilizes, which makes people a little uncomfortable, and the soul matter is completely left to the big beast, and then he tilted his head to look at Li Shuishan, and muttered in pieces: "What do you think?"

Li Shuishan was a little helpless and replied, "I don't know what answer you want." ”

The old madman asked again, "I asked you about the natal sword, don't you have a plan yet? Even if you return the sword to your heart, it can be regarded as a good sword." Light swords, heavy swords, wooden swords, short swords, just like the swords of plants and trees that are picked up casually, and the water swords, fire swords, and light swords that are extracted. The star sword I want more, the sword of sight, the sword is unfathomable, each with its own merits and different charms. ”

Li Shuishan followed his heart to sense the three small swords that were close to his back, only the sound of the peachwood sword echoed, and the hind paws of his palms seemed to pinch a corner and pick up his robe, and his mouth seemed to want to ask if he was willing to come out.

And as soon as it moved, it moved the gap in its robe, and the tip of the sword was slightly oblique, like a child's probe, and gently landed on the palm of his hand, instantly looking around at the hunting thing with rune killing thoughts, revealing a malicious sword shock to the soul that was still weighing the pan in the distance, and the most important thing was the ghost who did not show up at the foot of the mountain but had a strange aura and red eyes.

"I can only sense the power of the peachwood sword, as for the choice of one of the three swords you mentioned, I can't get an answer from the other two swords, I can't choose it. ”

The old madman said angrily: "Why is it difficult to choose? The three swords are mainly one, and the others are supplemented. If you have three swords in your heart, you can't do two, let alone three, and three is over, and you will have a clear distinction between gains and losses. If the sword intent fits you, you will immerse yourself in the grinding, and you will see it soon. After all, the sword is not as good as a person, and a person is not as good as a sword, so what choice is to melt. ”

"If you hunched over and bowed respectfully, you will bow under the shadow of the sword, and you will not see the sun. If you have light to dispel the dust, you can soar to the sky. There is only one natal sword that can do it, and there must be a trade-off. ”

Seeing that Li Shuishan didn't speak, he said tightly:

"You practice the Fa with your heart first, and then go to Sword Peak to take out a sword that fits you from the new and fuse it into your heart. If you don't want to, you can put the sword into the sword spring to smelt, and then take it out after a month, you can be extraordinary, sharp and killing, it is a sharp weapon. As for the outcome, it is not up to the question. ”

Li Shuishan's expression was serious, as if it was difficult to make a choice, and he believed half of the old madman's words and didn't believe it, but the old madman's eyes were shaking, and he couldn't teach.

"Reluctantly. ”

The old madman sighed and ignored him. Instead, he observed the iron sword in front of him, as if he was rushing out of the ruins, soaking in the blood spring, and sharpening a trace of iron qi in the sword's body, which was very lethal.

The iron sword was once again placed on the hand side of the knee sitting cross-legged, touched the tip of the sword and slapped it, hovering around the wrist for a few weeks, and could feel the fusion of the sword and the person, it was so smooth, and his mind was in the same mind, with him scolding, the breath of the red rusty iron sword bloomed like thunder, killing to the edge of the peak.

After the demon left, the clouds and mist dissipated, and now it was also a smoke that had been extinguished. These are not enough to call the face souls of the seven years ago, most of them are timid, and they dare not look directly at the serious old man in front of the stone tower, and line up and down in an orderly manner according to the weighing pan. Little by little, from a slight crack into the peak, the place leading to this must also be the sword.

Li Shuishan's expression was sluggish, as if there was an obsession in his heart, asking him not to give up the three small swords, which was extremely important.

No matter what the old madman said, he couldn't give up, and he couldn't force it, because the peak master naturally had something difficult to understand, so he flicked his sleeves, entered the tower floor, and went to rest alone.

The night wasn't quiet enough, but it was gloomy enough to leave a few words empty

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"Think about it and give me an answer. ”

"When you enter the Tibetan Peak, you are my disciple, and it is my responsibility to be responsible for you. And you haven't bowed to me three times, and you haven't accepted the sacrificial micro-dream from Zangfeng and entered the sword mirror. I've been waiting for when I figure it out, and it's okay.

I will ask you once a week, and at the same time teach you the three techniques, practice well, you are my only disciple now, don't lose my face. ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Shuishan looked up at the clouds, holding the peachwood sword in both hands, showing an intimate sound to him, and he was extremely dissatisfied, with a majestic killing intent, as if he was a little protesting against the words of the old madman.

He reached out and touched the body of the peachwood sword, revealing a reluctant smile, and muttered, "I entered the Tibetan Peak, but I don't know where my heart is?

As for the slight sound of the peachwood sword, he naturally responded: "You are like my three friends, how can I easily discard it." If the three swords can't be condensed into a sword heart, I don't want to. When it comes to cultivating, I will definitely find another way, study hard, and if I find myself, I will seem to be able to get out, it's just a matter of time. ”

"You don't have to sympathize with me and feel heartache, you came from a dream of mine. I came back from the dead. As for the woman in the dream, I still need you to solve my doubts, and I will not be lonely if I travel far away, and if I know my intentions. ”

Fold the thick leaves in front of him, gently spread on the peach wood sword, the stone tower behind him came from the sound of snoring and sleeping, kneeling dim fish spirit, drooping eyelids, he accompanied the two beasts to spend the night, it was the grace of the day to go down the mountain to explain.

When I woke up from an inexplicable sleepiness, the white light had not yet arrived, and the sun bell rang. Urging him to get up, he put away the peachwood sword, and put it back behind his back, seeing the already tired beast lying on the ground with its ass pouting.

The soul-calling thing has long since dissipated and returned to the sleeve of the old madman.

While the sun has not yet risen, he sits on a piece of yellow rock, which is not big, more than a zhang. But it is enough for him to lie down and enjoy the rising sun, the morning mist is steaming, the dead branches are falling and dew, the jackdaw likes the shade, and the unseen tiger head bat stares at the mountain stream with big eyes, and finds a place to rest in the yin tide.

A piece of white fallen leaves floated from afar, with a fragrance, the leaf texture is like a rush, sharp eyes, when picked up, directly collapsed into ashes.

A red maple leaf slug lay on it, touching the stem of a corner, pinching half of it, vividly remembering, the leaves were heavy, some of them were difficult to grope for dryness, put them at their feet, and asked: "Where did the leaves come from? Why did they fall on the Tibetan Peak? If they were seen by the old madman, they would be a little unhappy." ”

He picked it up and threw it into the air, the maple leaves drifted away with the wind, the wind blew northward, blew to the edge of a peak that was taller than the Tibetan Peak in the distance, hung down on the tree, and was blown up by a gust of wind, moist and soft, not as good as just now, it rushed straight and landed in another garden full of blue and flowers.

The red leaves were blown away again, breaking through the clouds that belonged here, and falling was the slender palm of a woman in the distance. Dressed in a red robe, with ruby earrings, a turf umbrella in her hand, and woven straw sandals on her feet, this woman is a natural and elegant place, setting off the woman's extraordinary, standing in the early morning light, talking and laughing to herself.

An old pair of old cloth shoes were placed in front of the wooden house, blue and white nuts, a few water fish were swimming in the air, she twisted up her handkerchief, and saw a red maple leaf flying, which she blew away, and went to the north, perhaps where it ended.

She looked up at the rising sun in the north, and a kind of respect germinated.

Where the red maple leaves drift away, no one stays, and it looks extremely inconsistent with the passing environment, and one

A man in a green robe stood under the fiery red maple tree on the low peak, his fingers between his fingers, thoughtful, but where would he ask where the leaves came from? I didn't know where the leaves went, so he opened his mouth and said, "Red leaves, you follow the fate, I'll see where you went." ”

He sat under the tree, the red maple leaves on his head, the cold autumn wind blowing, miserable and alone. Although there is no hope of enjoying this season of his own, he can't see the slightest death and indulgence, with a faint smile on his face, touching the texture of the red leaves, gradually gathering at one point, spreading out, like clear water and white abyss.

From the maple leaf surface, a gust of wind diverted and blew its pleasant leap until the rain fell, floating on the surface, and finally the wind rose and drifted to a mountain peak in the distance, and a man.

"I saw this boy again. ”

How much does his sigh contain a condensation of autumn meaning, knowing that the old madman of Tibetan Peak is tired of autumn colors, fortunately, the maple leaf was thrown out by him, and he returned, and the road passed through the realm of a red-robed woman, and it still blew, and returned to the place of departure.

"I know you like red, and I like red too.

But when the mission of the red maple leaves is in autumn, you are a single scene, everyone sees the sea of people, you don't know how to rub shoulders with people, you just have to ask yourself what you want? You still have so many friends hanging on the tree, you fall into the dust, turn into natural fertilizer, grow the maple tree again, the next time you open the umbrella leaves, you will feel the years of another life. Why not?"

"Even if you fly around in spring, summer, autumn and winter, you will eventually sit under the tree with me and watch your disciples live, grow old, sick and die, but there is no way to send them to become immortals, what can be done? ”

He gently lowered the autumn leaves, buried them in the soil, and watched the sun rise in the distance.

On the Tibetan peak, Li Shuishan's eyes were slightly open, and his eyebrows were stabbed by the first sunlight that came.

He raised his palm to block the light, his five fingers were closed, and the blue robe on his body was completely covered by the sun, revealing a trace of warmth, just offsetting the blowing of the yin wind from the Tibetan Peak, stretching his limbs, and feeling the comfort from afar.

The sun was like a bath, and after a while, the rising green clouds seemed to touch his long hair, blowing away the rain and dew, drying out the wet hair, and warming his heart.

The thin five fingers opened slightly, revealing the sunlight belonging to the peaks of Taibei Mountain through the gap.

A small box of yellow light falls into the cheeks, from the twists and turns of the bridge of the nose, facing the black and white falling clouds, four thin slits of the liver wind, each with a square frame without a bundle, a hole and a point, one side and one circle, together with the texture of the skin to reflect the prototype.

The light rain is far away, the clouds are scattered, the slight dew is ticking into a mountain stream, the flowers are beautiful and the tide is open, the Yellowstone is white and smooth in the night, and the cracks of the tower that have lived for a long time have not been closed, who knows that this small stream and spring flow carefully during the day, there is no small boat drainage, where is the well water gushing?

Three white birds in the sky first chirped, stretched out a pair of strong white feathers, flourished up and down, running to find flowers and willows on the peak, this may be the love of butterflies, love flowing water, love a piece of beauty, a little sunshine cloud road dyed yearning.

When his palms were completely released and completely exposed to the first sun, he rose a little comfortably, lazy, wiped his cheeks, lay on the rocks, envious fish spirits, smiling faces, and wanted to be the first to see the old madman as a respectful spirit, but he didn't want to count turnips today.

Somewhat tired.

Pinching his robe, he smiled.