"Hero, if I beg you, just let me in, I'm really in a hurry!"

The black-clothed young man dressed in a neat face pulled the pillar of the mountain gate of Sword Valley with his nails with a sad face, crying and grabbing the ground.

"It's useless to call me a hero. ”

The middle-aged swordsman dressed in the plain clothes of the South Mountain of the Sword Valley leaned against the mountain gate with his back to the young man, and his eyes were closed without any waves.

"The safety of one faction and the lives of a thousand people are all in charge of the heroes! If I can go in and invite Sect Master Zhou, the sect leader of Guigu, to go out of the mountain to save the little faction, I will definitely repay the heroes a hundredfold!" the young man stomped his feet anxiously and said loudly.

"You have no relationship with Sword Valley, how can I help you?"

"But Sword Valley, as one of the twelve great families of the righteous path, shouldn't he die without help, right?!"

"Hmm. To leave somebody in the lurch. The swordsman's tone was always so indifferent.

"I ......"

The young man's teeth itched hatefully, "Then it seems that the hero stopped another white-robed old man three days ago?"

When the swordsman heard this, he opened his eyes. The eyes seemed to have a sharp edge, and when he opened his eyes, the young man he was facing with his back was inexplicably stabbed in the chest, and he was startled by half a step back.

"No stops. ”

"Why? Could it be that Sword Valley respects the old man and disdains the juniors?!" the young man yelled angrily.

"Senior An has a deep friendship with my Sword Valley Zhou Sect Master. ”

"Old man An is so big...... Damn, I knew it earlier, I knew it and came with him. The boy was unwilling.

"If you don't respect the elderly, how can I respect the younger generations?"

“...... That's because I have a good relationship with An Fengyun, so I call him that. Intimacy. ”

The swordsman was speechless for a while, and smiled admiringly.

"Since you also have a lot of friendship with Senior An, then I will help you pass on a word to Master Zhou. Whatever you want to say, speak slowly. ”

"You just say that the Yanshan faction was slaughtered by one of the five great evil sects of the Dao, the mountain gate has been broken, and the main hall is still alive because of the head of our faction, Xu Mingding, who is determined to kill the enemy with dozens of elders holding swords, but the evil people are not exhausted and it is difficult to survive three days without water and food, and please ask the master of Sword Valley to save the Yanshan faction! That's it, hero, please hurry up and ...... with the sect master of Guigu."

"I see. ”

A steady voice seemed to come from thousands of miles away, gently brushing the young man's ear like the wind.

The boy jumped three feet high in fright, and the swordsman looked happy.

"Uncle Zhou!"

The young man froze his chaotic mind and asked the swordsman in a low voice.

"It's ...... It is...... Sword Valley's Sword Sect Master?"

The swordsman retracted his smile. "Hmm. By the way, if Uncle Zhou really wants to listen to you, it is useless to whisper. ”

The wind and snow were pressing, and the boy shivered.

The top of the South Mountain. The day is at the head.

Zhou Zhihuan's last sword swept and finished his sword move.

The sky was full of flying snow and fluttering by himself, as if he didn't notice that there were people dancing swords here, and Zhou Zhihuan completely integrated into nature.

It seems to be an ordinary sword move, and it seems to be a wild action that opens and closes, but it is extremely soft and does not hurt the flying snow and pleasure.

The long sword was returned to the sheath, and Zhou Zhihuan's breath was steady, unlike a person who had been dancing his sword here for nearly three days.

Zhou Zhihuan scratched his head, feeling that this matter was very troublesome, sighed, stretched out his right hand and caressed the wind and snow, a piece of light snow was like being endowed with spirits, and Shi Shiran rose with the wind. Zhou Zhihuan pointed a little more, and Xue'er swam out happily and flew straight towards Beishan.

Zhou Zhihuan drew his sword again and danced in the wind. And the person who came here inadvertently, if he did not pay attention to the gaze, it was difficult to detect the figure in the wind and snow.

The avenue is natural, back to basics.

Halfway up the North Mountain.

Song Moyan gritted her teeth and held the snowflake that was trembling with fear at this time, "Why did you push it to me again?"

Raising his eyes and looking towards the mountain gate, a swordsman and a black dress were very obvious. Song Moyan saw the swordsman and smiled.

"Sweep the dust!"

A sound wave shook from the mountainside of the North Mountain to the mountain gate at the intersection of the three mountains. Countless winds and snows dance with the sound, which is spectacular.

The sword in Chen Songchen's arms almost flew out in shock.

"Since this visitor is in such a hurry, then you can go with him. Don't sweep the name of our Sword Valley!"

Chen Shaochen hugged his sword tightly and answered in a low voice extremely reluctantly. Just as he was about to step away with the young man, another wisp of wind blew through the roots of his ears, as if his Song Master was pursing his lips and spitting lightly.

"Wait......"

A certain division on the west mountain smiled, grabbed the snowflake that was sneaking away, tiptoed, and flew quickly towards the foot of the mountain.

On the sword platform, in front of the old bell.

The old bell is still so tall, standing up to the sky, but it is also so natural, and there are no waves in the ancient well.

Song Moyan raised his hand and pasted the snowflake on the extremely complicated wall pattern of the old clock.

The carved lines of the old clock seem to ripple golden waves, smile like a human being, and seem to stretch out his hand to caress Xuehua'er's body and mind.

The sword qi that had been carrying snowflakes around was very curious about this snowflake with a will, but due to the authority of the Great Sect Master of Song, he still continued to carry the snowflakes honestly.

Xuehua had been steadily controlled by Song Moyan over life and death, trembling and trembling, but now it gradually calmed down, and a looming silk thread was wrapped around Xuehua'er's body, like a cloud.

Song Moyan flicked his fingers unceremoniously, and the snowflakes were shot into the deep snow in front of the mountain gate without tears, and the flying snow directly dyed the young man's slightly pale black clothes.

Song Moyan's voice was extremely powerful, and it came straight down.

"The place where your Uncle Mo is going is not far from the Nayan Mountain Sect, if you happen to meet him on the way, give him this snowflake. If you don't happen to meet him, then go to him and give him this snowflake, saying that you happened to meet him. Understood?"

"Yes. ”

Chen Songchen's face turned black, and he was no longer short of the young man's black clothes.

There was not the slightest movement in the mountain gate, and the snowflake seemed to hide itself in a pile of its companions.

"Get up!!"

Xuehua'er was pulled up out of thin air by an internal force and roughly stuffed into Chen Saochen's arms.

A moment later.

Chen Songchen and the boy had left the mountain gate, and the figures of the two disappeared into the wind and snow.

Song Moyan looked towards Nanshan, but the wind and snow covered it, and there was only a vague mountain shadow in his eyes. She pouted, "Lao Zhou, if you're worried about Xiao Mo, just say it directly, the boss is not a big person, there is no need to hide it." ”

No one replied to her.

"Yo, are you still shy? You really bother with this, alas, Xiao Mo is not a child either......"

"Who had to go with Senior Brother Mo when he set off, and after being rejected by Senior Brother Mo in every way, he told him a thousand times to take care of his sword qi and then give him his sword qi to take care of his safety?"

Zhou Zhihuan's voice is always so gentle, but now there is also a hint of banter.

"I ......"

Song Moyan's old face flushed, "Xiao Mo, it's the first time he's going out far away, so naturally he has to take more care of it!"

Outside the Sword Valley, north of Zezhou.

The lush muddy road, flanked by vibrant vegetation, is boundless with life.

Mo Haoqiong sneezed violently.

"Are you alright?"

Zhao Qingqiu asked with concern.

"It's fine. ”

Mo Haoqiong rubbed the bottom of his nose, his mind full of doubts.

It's spring here, how can you catch a cold?