When Sima Yuan slowly opened his heavy eyes, he was in an embroidery pavilion at home.

He struggled to his feet, his head dizzy, as if it were about to burst.

"Don't move, you have to recuperate!" a soft whisper came into his ear.

Sima Yuan looked up, and saw a beautiful woman wearing a green sword robe with slightly tall hair coming into view.

Its steps are light and gentle, its body is weak and slender, and its beautiful appearance makes people feel refreshed.

He opened his mouth and called out blankly, "Senior sister."

Chen Qingwan came and gently touched Sima Yuandi's forehead, and his voice was gentle and considerate,

"Although you have been eliminated from a serious illness, after all, you have recovered from a long-term illness, and your physique is weak, so you must not move. ”

The familiar fragrance of virginity came to his nose, Sima Yuan's face turned red, his breath was short, looking at Chen Qingwan who was close at hand, he couldn't help blurting out,

"Senior sister, you are so beautiful!"

Chen Qingwan's delicate body was shocked, and a trace of sobriety flashed in her beautiful eyes.

When he looked at Sima Yuan again, he seemed to have a complicated and indescribable color.

Sima Yuan suddenly knew that he had said the wrong thing, and he was at a loss, so he didn't say anything.

Looking at Chen Qingwan, who seemed to be a little depressed, he forced a laugh, "This is the senior sister's boudoir, presumably the junior brother has been staying here for a long time, and now that the junior brother has recovered, I won't bother the senior sister." ”

He struggled to get up, intending to forcibly stay, but Chen Qingwan suddenly spoke, "You can heal here for the time being, senior sister is fine." ”

Sima Yuan looked at Chen Qingwan, who was a little taciturn, and he suddenly mustered up his courage, "Senior sister, can you tell me why my junior brother is so good to me?"

Chen Qingwan's delicate body trembled, looking at Sima Yuan in front of her, she laughed at herself inexplicably, and turned away in despair.

Sima Yuan was at a loss, and a faint word came into his ears,

"You are five points like my father, and seven points like my dead brother. ”

Sima Yuan's figure trembled, and after a little silence, he muttered to himself, "I see, no wonder, no wonder." ”

A few days later, Sima Yuan was able to go down to the ground, and outside the boudoir pavilion, there were dozens of Sword Peak disciples repairing the courtyard attic.

Some people cast spells to refine the array, some people engraved runes, and many people roared back and forth.

Sima Yuan frowned, and when he was about to inquire, a soft voice rose in his ears again,

"Since you killed the two invading foundation building monks, the master took action to pull out the person behind the curtain and was about to kill him, when the head suddenly took action to protect him, causing a mutual confrontation between the master and the master. ”

A flash of hatred flashed in her eyes, "And those who had already planned took the opportunity to invade the Sword Peak Sword Pavilion powerhouse."

Then Chen Qingwan slowly said the great changes that he had spoken out before.

Sima Yuan's face had already changed drastically, he never thought that such an astonishing change would happen in the past half a decade.

He couldn't help but ask eagerly, "What is the extent of Senior Brother Lu's injuries? Master, has his old man ever been injured? My Sword Cliff, Sword Pond, and Sword Shrine have been damaged. ”

Chen Qingwan looked at the anxious look in Sima Yuan's eyes and did not fake, the coldness in her eyes decreased slightly, and after hesitating for a while, she said softly,

"Come with me".

Sima Yuan followed closely behind Chen Qingwan, and the two of them walked through the corridor of the Daodao, crossed the pavilions, and after a trance, they came to the Sword Pavilion again.

Sima Yuan looked at the devastated situation all around, the cracked green bricks on the ground were swept aside, and on the avenue where the nose was straight, there were dozens of amazing ravines with a depth of dozens of feet, and pieces of congealed blood scabs were scattered messily, and a pungent smell of blood came to his face.

Chen Qingwan's face did not change, and he turned a blind eye, as if he already knew.

Sima Yuan's expression was shocked, and his heart was pounding.

Grief, pity, and a hint of self-reproach crept in.

Along the way, Sima Yuan went from being surprised at first, to being sad and angry, and then to calming down.

Finally, a soft voice sounded in my heart,

"Dozens of fellow lives, I must repay them with my lives!"

After a few breaths, a cold word pulled Sima Yuan back to reality, "It's here."

Sima Yuan looked up, but saw a two-story pavilion that was even more dilapidated than the rest of the place, standing silently in front of him.

The marks on his body that have been split, slashed and burned with knives, guns and sticks are clearly visible.

The remnants of the forbidden force are still stubbornly making the last resistance.

The surrounding buildings are either completely collapsed, mutilated, or crooked and tilted.

After the person who was repairing and cleaning saw Chen Qingwan, he nodded lightly and continued with his head buried in greeting.

Sima Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, as far as he knew, it seemed impossible to make these proud sword cultivators who had been looking up to the top so low.

Unless........

Sima Yuan's heart sank, Chen Qingwan raised his head slightly, looked up at the pavilion in front of him that was watered by the beacon fire, and said in a flat and cold tone,

"Senior brother is recuperating inside, you can go and have a look. ”

Sima Yuan glanced at Chen Qingwan, who had not moved, nodded slightly, and walked forward.

Squeak.

Sima Yuan gently pushed open the wooden door, and the hall was empty, except for a little wood residue, and even the staircase was cut and destroyed.

He lightly stooped and swept into the second floor.

As soon as the figure fell, a warm voice came, "Senior brother, you are here." ”

Sima Yuan followed the voice and looked, on a bed, Lu Zhaoyang was half-sitting up, his sickly white face seemed to be a little ruddy.

That person was none other than the first disciple of the original Sword Peak, Lu Zhaoyang.

He was looking at it with a smile, and he seemed to have a good complexion.

Sima Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Senior brother is fine."

He walked to the bed, and his eyes moved to the other two people who were silently standing in front of Lu Zhaoyang's bed.

Lu Zhaoyang smiled slightly, pointed to the nearest monk with a bowed head and said, "This is your fourth senior brother Zhang Zonghei."

Sima Yuan raised his eyes and saw that he was dressed in a silver-white sword robe, with a slightly hanging sword crown, red eyes, one hand clenched like a fist, and the other hand holding the long sword at his waist.

Even when Lu Zhaoyang introduced Sima Yuan, he still turned a deaf ear and remained silent, as if he turned a blind eye to Sima Yuan.

There seemed to be a trace of helplessness in Lu Zhaoyang's eyes, and after shaking his head lightly, he pointed to another female sword cultivator who was as cold as ice, and said with a smile,

"This is your fifth senior sister Shen Yuyan."

The woman was tall, her eyes were as cold as water, and the red lips on her face were tightly pursed like cone-shaped melon seeds, and she didn't say a word, and she couldn't help but snort coldly at Lu Zhaoyang's introduction.

She glanced at Sima Yuan coldly, her eyes suddenly lowered, and a trace of annoyance flashed.

Sima Yuan's heart sank suddenly, but he didn't know why.

Lu Zhaoyang's face was slightly gloomy, his smile was slightly restricted, and he looked at the two people in front of him and said lightly, "My sword peak is the same as the outside world, and I can't fight in the same room, this is the purpose!

After the figures of the two trembled slightly, they claimed in a low voice.

Lu Zhaoyang pointed at Sima Yuan and said, "He is your junior brother, if there is a danger in the future, you should help one or two." ”

His tone softened slightly, and he whispered, "I don't want to die and watch you fight among yourself." ”

After the two were silent for a moment, they said astringently, "Senior brother, don't worry."

Then he waved to the two people in front of him and said, "Go."

The two figures froze, bowed down, and then turned around with difficulty, and went straight downstairs.

Li also ignored Sima Yuan, who was cramped and uneasy.

Lu Zhaoyang beckoned to Sima Yuan, and after seeing him approaching the bed, he said softly,

"Your fourth senior brother is a man of temperament, you don't have to mind, if you have any difficult things in the future, you can ask him for help. ”

Sima Yuan's heart trembled, and he looked at Lu Zhaoyang, who was ruddy in front of him, as if he had an understanding.

His face turned pale suddenly, and his whole body was cold, as if his spiritual bones had been drained.

opened his mouth, and after being silent for a long time, he said astringently:

"Senior brother, how can this be?"

Lu Zhaoyang patted the edge of the bed and motioned for him to squat at his side.

Sima Yuan approached quickly, half-squatting on the ground, the corners of his eyes moistened, and he grabbed Lu Zhaoyang's hand tightly.

Half loud speechless.

Lu Zhaoyang chuckled and continued, "Your fifth senior sister is cold and hot, don't take it to heart. ”

Sima Yuan's nasal voice was slightly heavy, and his tone trembled slightly, "Senior brother, does Chen Yuan Dan have an effect on you?"

"Where's the purple lotus seed?"

"If it doesn't work, what do you say has an effect, you tell the junior brother, and the junior brother will find it?"

Sima Yuan spoke incoherently, his face was anxious and flustered, and he kept asking in a trembling voice,

"What about the pills? Lord Cao Pavilion of Shendan Peak will refine the pill, he must have life-sustaining pills, senior brother, you wait, I know Lord Cao Pavilion, I will ask for a few life-sustaining pills." ”

He was about to get up and walk out, but a force came from his wrist and grabbed him.

With such exertion, Lu Zhaoyang couldn't help coughing a few times, he immediately covered his mouth, and a trace of scarlet blood flowed out of his fingertips.

Sima Yuan's figure froze, and he couldn't help but tremble, he burst into tears, leaning over and lying on the side of Lu Zhaoyang's bed and crying.

He took out a storage bag, stuffed it into Sima Yuan's arms, and said softly, "Junior brother, you started late, and many sword techniques and sword scriptures in my Sword Peak have not yet been studied, and this matter should have been taught by me, but now I have no chance." ”

He smiled, touched Sima Yuan's head and said softly, "I know that the little junior brother has a big concern in his heart, and the senior brother has the heart to help you, and there is what you need in that storage bag, which can be regarded as a little bit of heart when the senior brother leaves." ”

Sima Yuan howled and cried, "Senior brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I don't kill those two people, it won't cause a big war, and they won't invade my Sword Peak." ”

"It's my fault, my brother, it's my fault, it's me who hurt my brother, I'm sorry, woo, I'm sorry. ”

Lu Zhaoyang patted Sima Yuan's head, shook his head and said with a smile, "Senior brother, you are wrong, this has nothing to do with you, it is the fate of the senior brother." Besides, everyone knows that the head of the sect and others are jealous of my Sword Peak and peep, and the invasion of my Sword Peak has been planned for a long time, so you don't have to take the blame yourself. ”

Sima Yuan burst into tears, remorse, and blamed himself.

After Lu Zhaoyang sighed softly, he saw Sima Yuan burying his head and crying, and he no longer persuaded him.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the lonely sunset outside the window, his eyes fluttering, as if he was distracted.

After more than 100 years of cultivation, it disappeared in the morning and night, and many years of ups and downs have been overcome, but it has fallen today, and it can only be said that time and life are also.

He muttered to himself,

"I have been holding the sword for more than 100 years, and once I turned into dust. ”

"I know when the fairy fruit will be there, and the yellow sorghum pillow dreams will come to the moon. ”

In the cabinet, Sima Yuan wept with remorse and sorrow.

Outside the building, everyone stood in mourning.

At the top of the peak, a Confucian figure was silent.

Evening, mid-month.

Lu Zhaoyang slept peacefully.