Chunlei Villa, inside the Remnant Cloud Pavilion.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining.

No one can do without sunlight, just as flowers need sunlight to thrive, cold needs sunlight to become warm, and darkness needs sunlight to see hope.

Ye Beiqiu loves the sun, especially in the spring.

In his opinion, under the autumn sun, except for the autumn harvest of the farmers, most of the rest are only lonely, and the loneliness under the fallen trees is sparse.

Although the autumn scenery is also unique, he prefers spring, because under the spring sun, the earth is always full of life and full of all kinds of life.

Only when a person truly loves life can he live out hope and live the greatest value of his life.

Under the sun, next to the pond, in the small pavilion, the autumn breeze is bleak.

The steward had already put the brewed Da Hong Pao tea on the stone table.

"All of you stand down!"

Liu Chen waved his hand.

"Yes, sir. ”

Liu Liting said: "Daddy, I want to ...... too Stand down. ”

Liu Chen said: "I said, all retreat." ”

Liu Liting suddenly smiled, even her eyes smiled, and said, "Okay, you talk, I'll go down and cook for you." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the pavilion with brisk steps.

The steward of the sky bowed his hand and said with a smile: "Ye Shaoxia is blessed, our eldest lady's cooking skills are famous in Jiangnan, even my uncle, who has been married to our young lady for more than a year, has never tasted her craftsmanship once." ”

Liu Chen pretended not to hear it, coughed twice, and said, "Go down." ”

The steward of heaven and Rui'er bent down and bowed, "Yes, master." ”

Rui'er had already turned around and was about to leave slowly, but her eyes couldn't help but keep falling on Ye Beiqiu's face and refused to leave.

Ye Beiqiu turned his head to look at Rui'er, who immediately turned her head back, her heart pounding, and she was so frightened that she almost fell on the steps outside the pavilion.

Ye Beiqiu smiled and didn't speak, he suddenly felt that this little girl was a little cute.

"Ahem, Qiu Xian, how is this tea, can you barely drink it?"

Liu Chen clenched his fists to cover his mouth, coughed twice, and said.

"Ahh......h

Liu Chen frowned and said: "Rui'er, this child, is very diligent, and has a quality of being willing to endure hardships and stand hard work, but it's a pity that his family background is not good, he has been living hard since he was a child, and he was ...... a few days ago."

Speaking of this, Liu Chen sighed, looked at the bamboo hut not far away, and did not speak again.

Ye Beiqiu said: "Why did Master Liu suddenly tell me about this?"

Liu Chen stroked his beard and smiled, and said: "The old man has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and he has seen more children's affections, grievances and hatreds, and there are more than many, the old man can see Rui'er's thoughts, Ye Qiuxian shouldn't be able to see it, right?"

Ye Beiqiu said: "Master Liu has won the award, how dare the eyes of the younger generations compare with the owner." ”

Liu Chen smiled, picked up the teapot, poured the two teacups until they were seven points full, and said, "Qiu Xian, please." ”

Ye Beiqiu bowed and said, "Please." ”

"How's this tea?"

"Well, it's bitter in the mouth, sweet in the aftertaste, it's really good. ”

"The old man doesn't understand tea, such a good tea is really bad in the hands of the old man, but, fortunately, now that Qiuxian is here, this tea can be regarded as meeting a person who knows tea, otherwise it would be really a tyrannical thing. ”

"Master Liu Zhuang has won the award. ”

Liu Chen said slowly: "In addition to this tea, the old man has another thing for Qiu Xian to see." ”

Ye Bieqiu said: "I don't know what the Zhuang master will show you?"

Liu Chen said: "Qiu Xian is well-informed, I don't know if you have heard of the 'Fox Immortal Ghost Mound'?"

"Fox Immortal Ghost Mound, are you talking about the legend, the ancient city hidden in the extreme east of the East China Sea Country, the Fox Immortal Ghost Mound?"

"Exactly. ”

"Legend has it that the ancient city was left by the royal family of the ancient country of the East China Sea, which contains priceless gold and silver treasures, unparalleled martial arts secrets in the world, and even the elixir of immortality. ”

"Qiu Xian is really well-informed. ”

"The rumors in the rivers and lakes, the younger generation still knows a little bit about it, could it be that the owner of the village has been to the ancient city?"

"No, although I haven't been there, I accidentally got a key to open the ancient city, and I want Qiu Xian to see if it's true or not. ”

"Okay, it's better for the junior to be respectful than to obey his fate. ”

Chunlei Mountain is just a small mountain, the back of the mountain is connected, is a really towering mountain, Chunlei Mountain Villa is built by the mountain, backed by the high mountain, flowing water in front of the door, sometimes, the fog on the high mountain will flow to the villa, the fairy breath is swirling.

They walked out of the Remnant Cloud Pavilion and walked on a gravel path, through the green bamboo forest, which rustled, and walked into the silent garden, where there were no flowers, only the loneliness of autumn.

The spring wind is warm, but Ye Beiqiu can't feel it at all in such a garden, not only can't feel it, but also feels a little chilly, because he doesn't like autumn.

He doesn't like autumn, but here it is always autumn, autumn that will not change for thousands of years.

At the end of the garden was a high wall, a high wall that had been hung with withered vines, and the high wall was against the mountain, and behind the high wall was the mountain.

Liu Chen walked to the wall and pressed the eleventh wall tile in the twelfth row, counting from bottom to top, from left to right.

- Boom, boom, boom.

Suddenly, only three sounds were heard, and in the corner to the left of the high wall, a stone door had opened.

Liu Chen brushed aside the withered vines and said, "Qiu Xian, please." ”

In the stone gate, there is a long and dark stone road, the yin air is dense, the cold air is pressing, this road is actually leading to the mountain, is this mountain empty?

Liu Chen walked in, counted towards the wall on the left, and pressed the thirteenth stone in the sixth row from bottom to top and from left to right.

With a bang, the stone door was tightly closed, blocking the last bit of warmth and light from the door, and there was a sudden silence around it, not even the slightest sound.

The surroundings were very dark, and it was also very cold, and even Ye Beiqiu couldn't help but shiver.

Liu Chen took out a worn-out fire fold from his arms, skillfully lit it, and then with the faint light of the fire, pressed the right wall, counting from bottom to top, from right to left, the third stone in the seventh row.

- Whew, whew, whew.

Suddenly, there was a fire in the dark stone passage, and the walls on both sides were equipped with torches six feet high, one every three feet or so.

But the mechanism seems to have fallen into disrepair, and some of them can't be lit at all, so in the dark stone passage, the fire is also absent.

The lit torches could only emit a faint glow, but could not dispel the cold, biting chill of the stone tunnel.

Is there really a key in this stone tunnel?

Ye Beiqiu didn't know.

Whether there is a key or not, no one knows, but if you want to kill someone, this is the best place to be.

Ye Beiqiu was not afraid, not only was he afraid, but he believed in Liu Chen very much, even if it was the first time he met Liu Chen, Liu Chen brought him to such a secret place, he still believed it.

I don't know how long they walked, and I don't know how many turns they took, but they finally came to a dark secret room.

The chamber is not very large, and it is surrounded by cold stone walls, each of which is more than three feet thick, so smooth that non-human beings can chisel through it.

Next to the cold stone wall, there are three silver and iron shelves, the shelves are very high, and there are three black iron boxes on the top, and under the black iron boxes are eighteen kinds of weapons, knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks......

"Qiu Xian, do you recognize this?"

Liu Chen's expression was cold, and he took out a long black whip from the silver iron frame.

His expression had become very cold, and there was an indescribable creepiness all over his body, like a sword that had been unsheathed, and his whole body was sharp, completely different from the old man who had just been drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion.

Ye Bieqiu said: "This is the seven-star snake whip of the 'Seven Star Sect' leader Jiang Yufan, which is made of overseas black iron in the East China Sea, and it is indestructible. ”

"Yes, good eyesight, look at this again. ”

Liu Chen took out a dark green long sword from a black box on the silver iron shelf, his expression still cold.

Ye Bieqiu said: "This is a sword, named 'Green Bamboo', which was used by Bai Yucheng, the young master of the 'Divine Sword Gate', the sword body is as light and thin as a cicada's wings, sharpening iron like mud, and indestructible, regardless of its value, just because its first owner is Bai Yucheng, it is enough to make this sword famous." ”

"Yes, good eyesight. ”

The expression on Liu Chen's face was still cold, but there was a little more admiration in his eyes.

"Look at this again. ”

Liu Chen slowly took out a black iron long sword in another black box on the silver iron shelf, and looked at it for a long time, his eyes were full of indescribable sorrow.

Ye Bieqiu said: "This sword ......"

Liu Chen said: "What's the matter? Could it be that Qiu Xian doesn't recognize this sword?"

Ye Beiqiu shook his head and said, "I don't recognize it, but if I'm not mistaken, this sword should be Lord Liu's saber." ”

"My saber?"

"Not bad. ”

"How so?"

"Although this black iron long sword seems to be ordinary, it is also made of overseas black iron in the East China Sea, the sword is three feet long, the iron is sharpened like mud, the sword aura is cold, and the killing intent is pressing, if the person who uses it is not a peerless swordsman with swordsmanship, it will inevitably attract backlash, but will be injured by it. ”

Liu Chen nodded, put the black iron long sword back into the black iron box, and said, "Yes, but how can you be sure that the person who uses it must be me?"

"Because the world has only heard of the nickname of Liu Zhuang's 'fist like the wind', but they don't know that Liu Zhuang has another nickname. ”

Liu Chen slowly turned his gaze to the black iron long sword and said, "What nickname?"

"Nanzhou's No. 1 Excalibur. ”

"Nice, nice......"

This sentence is good, Liu Chen has said it seven or eight times in a row, but he is still looking at the black iron sword on the silver iron frame, and his eyes are full of indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

"Qiu Xian, what do you say is the greatest sorrow in the world?"

Liu Chen had some tears in his eyes, and said gloomily.

"It's hard to say what the greatest sorrow in the world is, after all, there are so many people in this world, and everyone has their own different sorrows. ”

"For example?"

"For example, the greatest sorrow for a person who has no money is that he has no money, the greatest sorrow for a sick person is a sick person, a disabled person, the greatest sorrow is a disability, and for an elderly person, the greatest sorrow is old age. ”

"What about the rich? Aren't they sad?"

"Rich people can also be sad, just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that although the rich will also be sad, they can at least be fed and clothed, although there are many rich people in this world, but there are more people who can't eat enough. ”

Liu Chen nodded and said gloomily: "What about that hero, a swordsman, what is the greatest sorrow?"

"A hero, a swordsman, the greatest sorrow is that the hero is in the twilight, the horse is released in Nanshan, and the cold gun is put into storage. ”

Liu Chen nodded slowly, his eyes were still looking at the black iron box on the silver iron shelf, and he never left, but his thoughts had long been away from the stone room, away from the Spring Thunder Villa, and returned to the time when the young man fought the sword rivers and lakes......

On the night of the full moon, the top of the East China Sea.

The cold wind is biting, and the waves are stormy.

On a reef in the extreme east of the East China Sea Kingdom, twenty-four-year-old Liu Chen, holding a black iron long sword, stood opposite him was a burly man with a scar on his face, the first swordsman in the East China Sea Country, Liu Chuan Shell.

The moonlight is like water, and the waves are turbulent.

The waves crash against the reef with an earth-shattering sound.

Liu Chuan's shell suddenly drew his knife and jumped up, using a deadly stunt, 'smashing the Yellow Dragon'.

'Straight to the Yellow Dragon' is Yanagawa Shell's famous stunt, and when he used this move, he never tried it, not once.

Therefore, he believes that he will never miss this time, never.

Wherever the blade went, the waves were cut apart.

No, there are reefs, tides, moon, and air, all of which seem to have been cut by the blade.

The full moon suddenly became brighter, but no one knew whether the light that flashed in mid-air was moonlight or sword light.

Liu Chen calmly pulled out the black iron long sword in his hand, and also used a stunt that he had never missed, 'Wind and Clouds'.

Suddenly, the moon dimmed, the tide stopped, and it seemed that even the air had become suffocated, and there was not a sound around it, and there was a deathly silence.

The sound of water dripping, the sound of water dripping from the black iron long sword, but what dripped from the sword was not water, but blood, the blood of Yanagawa's shell.

At the top of Mount Emei, the autumn is full of fallen leaves.

The cold wind swept up the leaves all over the sky, hitting the two pitch-black figures in the mist on the top of the mountain, twenty-seven-year-old Liu Chen, holding a black iron long sword, standing opposite him was a short and thin middle-aged man, who was a well-known flower thief in Guangcheng for a long time.

Duan Cheng was carrying a big sword wider than his body, as if he was carrying a door panel, weighing at least one or two hundred catties.

The cold wind was howling, and the wind was full of a biting murderous aura, which made people shudder.

A fallen leaf slowly fell from the tree, like a dancer dancing in the air, both of them staring at the yellow leaf, as if they had agreed to wait for the yellow leaf to fall to the ground.

There was a sudden deathly silence all around, as if even the sound of the wind had stopped, and only the fallen leaves were still slowly fluttering.

- Ding

With a ding, the yellow leaves fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and the two of them couldn't tell which yellow leaf had just fluttered.

But it doesn't matter, because they know it's time to make a move.

Duan Yi always pulled out his big sword, which was like a door panel behind him, and used a move to 'sweep away a thousand troops', slashing towards Liu Chen.

When he swung the big sword, all the fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by his sword qi, and each fallen leaf was like his sword edge, and everywhere he went, not a single grass grew.

The yellow leaves in the sky were like raindrops, accompanied by invisible sword qi, and they hit Liu Chen.

This move 'sweeping a thousand armies' is very simple, only a simple slash, but sometimes, the simplest attack is often the most effective.

On the top of the mountain, it was bleak.

There is no light, because even the sun is obscured by the fallen leaves of the sky, and it does not give out any light.

Liu Chen jumped up and pulled out the black iron long sword in his hand.

Like a fallen leaf covering the sky, it has been split in half by a black iron sword.

All the fallen leaves suddenly fell back to the ground, and the withered yellow mountain tops were also full of bright colors.

Blood, bright red blood.

A streak of blood, which was still radiating heat, splattered out of Duan Cheng's neck and sprayed on the withered yellow leaves.

Because of this blood, there was a warm current on the icy mountain top.

Liu Chen didn't speak, put the sword back into the scabbard, slowly turned around, and walked into the bleak autumn colors......

Thinking of this, Liu Chen couldn't help but sigh.

When everyone saw him, they must have thought that he was an ordinary old man, an old man who only cared about children, but who would know that he had also gone to the end of the world with a sword, and he had also slashed the dragon in Lingnan, and he had also smiled at the sky with a horizontal sword, smiling lonely......

The fastest way for a person to become the number one in the world is to win the number one person in the world.

No matter who it is, if a person is too famous, his reputation will be like the hair of a phoenix and the horn of a unicorn, which will attract countless poachers, and there will be no peace.

If you want to be peaceful, there is only one way, and that is to let go of your horns first.

Because he is so famous, he will accept countless challenges every day, and for the sake of his wife and daughter, he has to go incognito, return to Chunlei Mountain, and abandon his sword to practice boxing.

This is the life of this old man, a seemingly ordinary but chivalrous life.

Although this old man was just standing normally, Ye Bieqiu could still feel the sharp and murderous momentum on his body.

"Ahem, what's in the last box?"

Ye Beiqiu coughed lightly twice and said.