On a lake near Zhulu City, the moonlight sprinkled on the calm surface of the lake, and the silver ash was scattered, like a silver mirror. On the silver mirror, there is a small boat.

The boat bent over the lake and over the green hills.

On the boat, it was Shen Qingwen, who had just escaped from Zhulu Academy. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the bow of the bent boat. The silver hair was casually draped over his shoulders, reflecting the light of the lake, and Shen Qingwen took out a jar of wine of unknown name from the boat.

The boat was casually taken out by him, but fortunately the owner of the bent boat left early. Sighing, I thought that if I put a few taels of silver in the bow of the ship, I would lose the money for the bend of the boat and the wine.

The boat lay quietly on the surface of the lake, and the purple-robed young man drank a sip of wine to the moon on the lake surrounded by green mountains. Speaking softly, Shen Qingwen held his face and looked at himself in the silver mirror under the boat, and was distracted.

The delicate and young, even a little soft face, is such a pair of deep and godless eyes.

Shen Qingwen laughed strangely, it was very scary.

In the silver mirror, he looked up at himself on the bow of the ship and smiled, but he was indifferent. For some reason, there was just pure ignorance in his eyes.

After another sip of wine, he still didn't move, just earned those deep eyes, and quietly annotated Shen Qingwen. By the moonlight, his eyes gradually faded into depth, revealing those eyes that were as clear as the spring of the nine heavens.

Clear and clean, these are just four words to describe these eyes.

With a hint of irritability in his heart, Shen Qingwen frowned and gave the lake a punch. With a punch, it stirred up a column of water several feet high, and the water droplets crossed the surface of the lake, and hit the surface of the lake, making a fuss, and then turned into ripples and dissipated in the night.

When the lake returned to calm, Shen Qingwen looked down at himself in the mirror again. is still the same pair of clear eyes, compared to before, there is also a head of dark hair.

Speechless, Shen Qingwen sighed as if admitting defeat. After taking a sip of the wine that was only half left, the bitter wine entered his throat, and he somewhat understood what Zhao Xian said about jealousy.

As small as a grass and a tree, as large as a soldier.

A loud sword roar sounded from a distance, and then I saw a sword slash across the dark sky sky, and finally emitted a blue light, staying in the lake.

Three years and three years of sword washing, three years and three years of sword learning. Two of the three swords of the Shen Mansion, Shen Qingwen thought that he had comprehended it clearly. But only this third sword, which he had an image in his mind, was very vague. Like a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water. You can see it, but you can't touch it.

In the middle of the night, the cool breeze was slightly cold, and Shen Qingwen stepped out. Standing on the surface of the lake, I thought about it for a long time. The silver hair was slightly held up by the wind, and the purple-robed man under the moon pointed the sword with one hand, and the fingertips were slightly bent, and the heroic soul long sword sounded a sword roar.

As if in response to Shen Qingwen, Shen Qingwen chuckled lightly and sat on the water, his hands flashing slightly. After a while, the flexibility dissipated, and a cyan aura bud appeared on the palm of his hand. Gently place the bud on the surface of the lake, and when the bud touches the water, it emits a blue light that can cover the entire surface of the lake. In this green light, this bud gradually bloomed and turned into a cyan spiritual lotus.

This is the method created by my father, for my mother. Mother-in-law has only three major preferences. I like to eat, I like to be barefoot, and I like to see the June lotus in this world.

The blue light shone on his cheeks, and Shen Qingwen stared at this green lotus, and he was distracted again. He had thought more than once that if he hadn't been bewitched by Zhao Xiang back then, and Zhao Xiang hadn't been jealous, would the world still be the same. Although there is intrigue, there is no need to make people so panicked.

Promise to actually know that this is absolutely impossible, so this is the last time I ask myself such a naïve question.

He was over eighteen years old, and he was an adult.

Looking up at the fading night and the early sun on the east side of the lake, Shen Qingwen called softly: "Wine." ”

Hundreds of sword qi rose, and the wine on this small boat was also completely summoned by the aura. The wine took advantage of the sword qi and dissipated around Shen Qingwen in the afterglow of the moonlight. On the surface of the lake, there was a slight smell of wine, smelling the wine, Shen Qingwen lay on his side on the surface of the lake, supporting his face with one hand.

A light fog rose on the surface of the lake to welcome the sun. Shen Qingwen in this fog flickered. I only heard a rooster crowing that could open the sky echo in this Zhulu City, and the sky that had been dark for a long time was like a semi-transparent rice paper, getting brighter and brighter.

When the sun completely rose from the lake in the east, accompanied by an early glow like a red rose, Shen Qingwen walked out of the fog. The smell of alcohol on his body had dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face again.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and Shen Qingwen sailed the boat back into the distance. Putting the silver taels next to the wine jug, Shen Qingwen tidied up his clothes slightly.

After a night, it is estimated that Li Muxue's anger has almost disappeared. Seeing that the hour is almost here, it is time for me to send off the guests.