The clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sunlight fell on the courtyard again, like spring red flowers, full of life.

The terrifying feeling of suffocation echoed in everyone's hearts, and it disappeared in less than one breath.

It's like returning from the underworld.

They looked at the female sword saint who fainted to the ground for some reason, but their minds were blank.

Su An retracted the ancient sword into the cloth bag and stepped forward.

The girl with a huge long knife stopped in front of him.

Suan stopped.

The latter looked at his master, then turned his head again, and said pitifully: "I apologize for my master, can you not kill my master, I am willing to fight for her again, um.... Is it good to have half a sword, half a sword?"

Su An looked at her and said with a smile, "What's your name?"

The girl put her hands behind her back and replied honestly, "Little tears." ”

Su An looked at her eyes, nodded and commented after half a ring: "Bright as stars, talented, your eyes are better than others." ”

The girl in the dark green dress suddenly turned red for some reason, her eyes widened, and she seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

Su An walked directly past them and came to Ning Huanhuan's side.

"I heard Rong Rong say that she has a younger sister, so do you want to practice swords?"

Ning Huanhuan looked at the man in front of him who was full of intimacy, and was a little stunned.

Su An thought for a while and said, "In a while, the Sword Pavilion will come to the East Holy Continent to accept apprentices, you can try it." ”

The man smiled, bent down and whispered, "Just report Lu Shen's name." ”

Ning Huanhuan's eyes lit up, as if she had finally come back to her senses, and nodded violently like a chicken pecking rice.

After a while, she suddenly looked panicked and said, "Immortal, Lu Shen was beaten away by that ugly monster!"

Su An nodded, smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll go find him now." ”

The gentle man from the Sword Pavilion came all the way to shoot a sword, said a few words to Ning Huanhuan, and then turned around and left in the eyes of everyone.

From beginning to end, he didn't glance at the rest of the people in the small courtyard.

Even if it's the fox demon.

......

......

The sunset over the Yellow River.

When the female sword saint opened her eyes, through the high window, she vaguely saw that the sun was setting outside.

Beside him was the sound of the wheels of a carriage rattling.

She straightened up slowly, and found herself in the middle of a carriage.

The carriage was walking on the official road by the river.

The dark red blood had already soaked the white robe on her body, and the smell of blood was very strong, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Zizhu's face was indifferent, but the corners of his mouth showed a wry smile.

She didn't die.

Or maybe Su An spared her life.

The girl lifted the corner of the curtain and said in surprise: "Master, are you awake?"

Zizhu looked at the sunset in the distance, was silent for a long time, and asked, "Are you in.... What did he see?"

Between heaven and earth, there are many proud sons of heaven who are favored by the heavens, and they are endowed with various abilities, and the so-called sword fetus in the world, the Dao body is like this.

And this kind of person has another name, called the Apocalypse. Little Tears is very pretty and cute, but she is also the inheritor of this talent.

Her eyes.

The eyes that see through the world.

A scholar is full of wealth on the surface, but in the mainland, there are actually a group of male thieves and prostitutes.

A sturdy and heroic man, but inside he is a weak woman with red makeup.

She even saw a willow tree that had lived for thousands of years, and there was a young baby of a human race.

The world is full of strange things.

The girl hesitated for a while, her face was a little strange, and finally she said in confusion: "It should be that my realm is too low, I don't see anything, nothing." ”

The female sword saint closed her eyes, her eyelids trembled slightly, and asked, "Then what kind of person do you think he is?" ”

The girl thought about it and said happily: "He praised me for my beautiful eyes, a... Sentient beings. ”

Zizhu asked rhetorically, "Affectionate?"

The girl said uncertainly, "That... Ruthless?"

The tall woman did not speak.

The girl put her little head in and asked curiously, "Do you know the master?"

The sun is gone, and twilight is really coming.

Zizhu looked at the black line on the horizon slowly swallowing the scenery by the river, a trace of fear suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know the best." ”

......

A small village deep in the mountains.

For the first time, the wine shop did not close in the middle of the night, and the middle-aged man sat on a long bench at the door, raised his right foot and stepped on the other end of the bench, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and was drinking one sip after another.

The villagers in the small village all went to bed early, and it was dark on the village road just after nightfall.

Looking up, the sky was full of stars.

Lu Shen appeared at the door of the wine shop with a jar of wine.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said, "The weasel has come to greet the chickens." ”

Lu Shen looked as usual and said, "Please drink." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Lu Shen suspiciously, and said, "The favor has already helped, and the only remaining relationship between me and the Sword Pavilion can be regarded as completely over, but don't think about taking any benefits from me." ”

Lu Shen poured the wine into the bowl casually, and suddenly asked: "The spiritual sea has dried up, and his life is short, but he is still frantically accumulating sword qi in his body, except for looking for death, what is it for?"

A word was provoked.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not answer, but quipped: "Aren't you the same, accumulating a belly of knife intent, and eating next?"

Lu Shen was expressionless and sneered.

The middle-aged man laughed.

Lu Shen shook his head and said, "You haven't answered my question yet. ”

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said boringly: "Of course, sword cultivation and sword qi are for killing. ”

Lu Shen asked, "Who?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I won't tell you." ”

Lu Shen sighed.

The night was getting darker and darker.

In the middle of the night, all that was left was the sound of the two of them drinking non-stop.

The middle-aged man was a person who couldn't hide his words, and took the initiative to speak: "What do you kid want to do?"

Lu Shen got straight to the point and said calmly: "Teach me to practice swords." ”

"Poof!"

The middle-aged man was drinking, and suddenly a bowl of wine squirted out of his mouth.

"What do you say?"

"Teach me to practice swords. ”

The middle-aged man looked at Lu Shen, and his face suddenly changed.

In his opinion, Lu Shen was born from the Sword Pavilion, and even he was amazed by the hands in front of the teaching tree, and the sword training he was talking about was naturally not sword training in the ordinary sense.

The middle-aged man suddenly understood something, and said in surprise: "Good boy, I have clearly gone a long way on the road of swordsmanship, and I still want to come to learn my swordsmanship.

Lu Shen didn't speak, just took a sip of wine silently.

He has come a far, far way on the sword path, and what he seeks in this life is the sword that enters the world, and what the other party has learned is in line with some of his current pursuits in the sword.

It's just that these things can't be said.

Lu Shen said: "What do you think of the nine styles of green shirts that were handed down three thousand years ago?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a while, and said seriously: "Although it is a technique, it is a technique that he forged from above the sword, and the artistic conception is majestic, but it is not the real ultimate in the technique." Of course, even now, it is estimated that no one has beaten him, after all, the world values Taoism and light arts. ”

Lu Shen nodded and said, "That's right." ”

The middle-aged man lay on his back on the bench and said lazily: "I'm not interested, I don't teach." ”

Lu Shen snorted.

The middle-aged man crossed Erlang's legs and said in surprise: "Don't ask me?"

Lu Shen shook his head and said, "For me, it's nothing more than a matter of time. ”

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