Gong Baojiu saw that Han Jiangying asked about Hu Man'er, and first glanced at him, which was regarded as disgusting his unreasonable recklessness, and then said to Han Jiangying: "I forgot to introduce you, this little brother's surname is Hu Mingman'er, and he is a disciple of Ling Xiaoguan." is also a very good friend of the little nephew. ”

"Oh, Ling Xiaoguan, I don't know which disciple of the Heavenly Master is Brother Hu in the temple? No wonder I look at Hu Gongzi as a talented and heroic young man. The old man still has some relationship with your Lingxiao Temple. Han Jiangying looked at Hu Man'er with interest.

Hu Man'er knew that Fang Cai was a little out of shape, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "The owner of the Han Village has won the award, and he is under the teacher of Wu Daozi, but he is just a fledgling boy, and he is a little rude and hopes that the owner of the village will not worry about me." ”

"Well, I've heard that this old man took in a disciple a few years ago, so it turned out to be you. Not bad, not bad. This old Wu still has some vision. Han Jiangying was slightly surprised when she heard Hu Man'er report her home, but then she was relieved.

Hu Man'er was a little annoyed when he saw this Han Jiangying calling his master like this, but he didn't know how deep he was diving. Gong Baojiu naturally saw that Hu Man'er was angry and hurriedly explained: "Brother Hu doesn't know, this Han Zhuang owner and your master have been old friends for many years, and the relationship is very good. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Hu Man'er, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled him not to mess around.

Hu Man'er was naturally relieved when she heard Gong Baojiu say this. No more annoyance.

And the harem Baojiu turned to Han Jiangying and said, "Master Zhuang, Brother Hu and I came here this time to cultivate swords. ”

"Sword cultivation, what sword is so important, and you still need to go to great lengths to cultivate the sword here?" Han Jiangying was a little puzzled.

"The owner of the village doesn't know, this sword can only be cultivated by your famous sword villa. Gong Baojiu said a little mysteriously.

"Oh? Han Jiangying was a little curious.

Hu Man'er hurriedly offered the sword box behind him with both hands. Han Jiangying took the sword box and put it in front of him and slowly opened it.

After the sword box was opened, Han Jiangying was stunned for a moment, then shocked, and asked in disbelief: "Is this ...... It's ......"

"That's right, Master Han, this is clear water. Hu Man'er touched this famous sword with some distress, and the cracks on the sword body were shocking.

"Hey...... Ruined, ruined, ruined. This blue water sword was cast by my ancestors, and it has been a thousand years now, and I don't know how many troubled demons have died under this sword, and now it ...... How did it come to be like this? Han Jiangying had a look of regret on his face.

Hu Man'er scratched his head, and recounted the ins and outs of the matter to Han Jiangying.

Only then did Han Jiangying understand what was going on, and hurriedly picked up the ancient knife next to Bishui and looked at it.

After a long while, he sighed and said: "I can't see this knife for the time being, but there is no doubt that it should be a magic knife, and I don't know where it came from." In my opinion, the two divine weapons are already alive, and they are essentially mutually reinforcing, so they have to win or lose if they are destroyed, so they become like this. ”

Hu Man'er knew this, and hurriedly interrupted: "Then can this sword still be saved?"

Han Jiangying was silent for a moment, shook his head, and looked regretful.

Hu Man'er sat down on the wooden chair with an ugly face. Recently, all kinds of haunting my heart, Lai Qian has been asleep since that day, and he has to come to repair the sword and travel on the road. entrusted it to Lu Yanran to take care of it. And now the sword given by the master cannot be repaired, and the desolation in my heart is beyond words.

Gong Baojiu stepped forward and pressed his shoulder to show relief, but still turned his head to Han Jiangying and asked, "Is there really no way?"

Han Jiangying shook his head, then nodded again.

"It's not that there is no way at all, it depends on whether Brother Hu is willing or not. Han Jiangying replied solemnly.

When Hu Man'er heard this, he immediately raised his head and said anxiously: "What is the way, the master of the Han Village will say it." As long as I can repair this sword, I am willing to do anything. ”

"Brother Hu is serious, now the appearance of Bishui can't be cultivated, but ...... However, it can be dissolved and reforged, and I think the material of this knife is also rare in the world, so it is better to dissolve it together and recast a new sword for you. What do you think?" said Han Jiangying with a slight smile and confidently.

"Is there really no other way?" Hu Man'er was a little reluctant, after all, the blue water was given to him by the master, and there was a deep affection in it.

Han Jiangying shook his head helplessly.

Hu Man'er had no choice but to give up: "Forget it, since there is no other way, let's recast it." ”

Gong Baojiu saw that Hu Man'er was in a somewhat depressed mood and said with relief: "It's better than nothing." Brother Hu doesn't have to care too much, presumably Senior Wu won't blame you too much when he learns about this. ”

Hu Man'er had to smile bitterly and responded.

Han Jiangying had already ordered his subordinates to prepare a sumptuous meal. Hu Man'er hadn't eaten such a sumptuous meal for a long time after coming down in a few days, so he naturally feasted and had a round belly.

It was nearly dusk after eating, and a bright moon had climbed the branches.

Some bad things recently made Hu Man'er a little unhappy, so he walked alone to the pavilion above the pond to enjoy the flowers. The two sides of the promenade above the pond have been picked up by the people at this time, and the lanterns are hung on the wooden railings on both sides, and the scene is truly incomparable with the gentle swing of the breeze.

At this time, Hu Man'er missed Wanqing in the distance, although it was only a dozen days to go down the mountain, but for Hu Man'er, it really responded to the sentence that one day is not as good as three autumns.

Hu Man'er was worried about himself, and suddenly heard a subtle piano sound coming from nowhere, and looked at the sound, but saw a white-clothed boy in the pavilion behind him, who was caressing the piano quietly, and the sound of the piano was winding around the beam. The tune is sometimes passionate like fire, sometimes tender like water. It's like a girl complaining about the countless liver sausages.

Hu Man'er smiled slightly, walked slowly towards this person, walked behind him, leaned on the beams of the pavilion and closed his eyes to listen.

Qu closed, Hu Man'er slowly opened his eyes and clapped his hands together.

"I didn't see it, Brother Gong is so good. Not only is it cultivated, but the piano skills are also so superb. Who composed this song, which can relieve the anguish in people's hearts. It's like, the drop of dew dripping on the heart lake ripples in the heart. It's just wonderful. ”

"Brother Hu has won the award, and this song is exactly what I wrote. The picture is a lingering affection to relieve worries. I can't talk about it, and I only know a little bit about it. Gong Baojiu shook his head and continued: "All the beauty in this world is nothing more than the love of Lang and concubine, and I have no worries in my life. What immortal asked, what heavenly reincarnation. If you don't even have love, what kind of immortality do you ask for, what kind of heavenly way to ask. Gong Baojiu picked up a pot of sake on the table, raised his head and took a big sip, a little drunk.

Although Hu Man'er couldn't understand what Gong Baojiu was saying, he always felt that there was some truth in what he said, but he couldn't grasp any point. I had to sit down, pick up the flask, and take a big sip.

The two glanced at each other and laughed at each other, and the laughter resounded through the Famous Sword Villa.

Hu Man'er and Gong Baojiu sat down for a long time. Until the moon hangs high, until there is some coolness in the wind. They asked from cultivating immortals, talking about love as deep as the sea, and from love being stronger than Jin, talking about the situation in the world. In short, when it comes to the two of them getting drunk.

Hu Man'er was helped back to the room by Qing'er to rest, and during the period, he didn't forget to shout: "Brother Gong, what you said is reasonable, let's continue to drink." Then he fell asleep.

The next morning, before dawn, Hu Man'er was woken up by a burst of chirping, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there was a golden bird on his body, which was jumping on Hu Man'er's body, and he was crying happily.

Hu Man'er knows this bird, this is the yellow bird used by the master to send letters, to say that this yellow bird is also a novelty, as long as you have smelled a person's breath, even if this person can find this person at the end of the earth. Therefore, I don't know who first thought of it, and domesticated this bird into a messenger for messengers.

Seeing that it was a yellow bird, Hu Man'er was a little happy in his heart. After more than ten days away from the mountain, I finally saw the things of the mountain gate again, and I was naturally happy.

Looking at the yellow bird's legs, there was still a small bamboo tube tied, and he hurriedly reached out to untie it and pulled out the letters in the bamboo tube.

The letter reads

"Hu Lang personally opened

It's been more than ten days since I said goodbye, and Qing'er misses Wulang in her heart, and I don't know if Wulang is okay. I specially begged my father to give me a letter to the family on behalf of the yellow bird. If your home is safe, don't miss it. Returned safely, Qing'er is waiting to be married.

Written by Qing'er"

In just a few crosses, but with countless friendships, the corners of Hu Man'er's eyes were a little moist, he turned his head to look in the direction of Ling Xiaoguan, and said quietly: "Qing'er is waiting for me." ”