Before I knew it, it was autumn again, and it had already been a year.

Cheng Yanqiu recalled the appearance when he first met Wu Xing, the little one, wearing a gray servant cloth coat, with a melon skin hat on his bald head, like a poor little mouse.

His heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Do you remember your birthday, and how old should you be now?"

"Yes, sir. Wu Xing replied honestly, "It's August 16, and I'm six years old." ”

The virtual age is six years old, and the real age should be five years old, and when she met Wu Xing, she was just over four years old.

Cheng Yanqiu felt a little embarrassed in his heart, it is really rare for a four-year-old child to be so sensible.

Coincidentally, he remembered that when he named Wu Xing and officially accepted her as an apprentice, it was the night of August 15, and the early morning of August 16 was also the day when the two got married.

"In that case, what kind of birthday gift does Awuke want?"

"I don't have anything I want, Mr. has given me enough. Wu Xing said obediently.

Cheng Yanqiu smiled, "It's okay, the birthday ceremony is only once a year, just say whatever you want." ”

Wu Xing thought about it, she was a little greedy, but her husband loved to feed her, so there was nothing to mention, she didn't have a special preference for eating, drinking and having fun, so it was really difficult to choose.

However, remembering that her husband said before that she would wait a few more years to choose a weapon for her, she was a little hesitant and didn't know whether to say it or not.

She has a dagger, but it was something that her husband wanted to play with from Song Ningye, after half a year of combat experience, the dagger is small and easy to carry, and it can be taken by surprise, it is a good weapon, but she always feels that it is not suitable for her.

She is petite and sensitive, quick to react, and can use two things, she thinks that her weapons should be double soldiers.

Moreover, she didn't want to wait a few more years, she wanted it now.

Wu Xing hesitated, "Sir, I want to choose my weapon in advance." ”

Cheng Yanqiu pondered and thought about it for a while, Wu Xing's martial arts entered the realm very quickly, obviously he was only five years old, but many twelve or thirteen-year-old children in the training ground were probably not her opponents, and he could calm down and go to the boring piano every day, so he probably didn't need to worry about anything.

After weighing it, Cheng Yanqiu also agreed to this request.

Wu Xing suddenly laughed sweetly, Cheng Yanqiu pinched the soft flesh on her cheek with two fingers and pulled it, Wu Xing looked at him in surprise, he rarely did this.

Cheng Yanqiu coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and it was nothing to maintain his personality, but he rarely saw Wu Xing smile, and suddenly laughed so sweetly, he was a little more cute than usual, and he didn't hold back for a while, and he couldn't control his hand.

"You should smile more so that you can look like a child. Cheng Yanqiu said.

Wu Xing was shocked, could it be that the husband noticed her abnormality? would he look at her with disgust and drive her away? would he want people to burn her to death?

Wu Xing's heart swelled with a sourness, and he nervously used the corner of his eye to secretly look at Mr.'s expression, and found that Mr. just said it casually, so he put his mind at ease, breathed a sigh of relief, and said thoughtfully, "Yes." ”

The black and bright eyes were dyed with a smile, and the already small single eyelid smiled into a thin slit, and said in a soft and glutinous tone, "Sir is so good." ”

Cheng Yanqiu looked at Wu Xing like this, his heart suddenly softened, touched the soft hair on the top of Wu Xing's head, and squatted down to pick up Wu Xing with his long-lost embrace, "Take you to choose weapons for the teacher." ”

His gaze suddenly rose, Wu Xing, who had not been hugged for half a year, was a little unaccustomed, and his reflexive hands wrapped around Cheng Yanqiu's neck.

Anyway, it's good that Mr. didn't find out, it's good that Mr. won't hate her, and she will have to be more careful in front of Mr. in the future.

Takeyuki lowered his eyelashes and rested his head on his husband's shoulder.

"The weapons on the third floor of the library are all-encompassing, you pick a look, and I will ask people to find materials for you. Cheng Yanqiu said as he walked, and the two of them arrived at the third floor of the library pavilion with ease, Wu Xing had not carefully observed it before, either endorsing on the second floor or on the third floor underground.

These weapons all carry the bloody breath left by the previous owner, there is a knife on the front shelf, after leaving it for so long, the blade can still be sharp and reflect the light, Wu Xing bypassed the shelf and looked back, looking for a weapon suitable for himself, the rows of cold blades exuded a silent solemn atmosphere, Wu Xing walked to a shelf and stopped.

Cheng Yanqiu looked over, and a pair of gold-inlaid jade arms on the shelf looked like a pair of extremely beautiful jewelry, and for some reason they were mixed into the weapon.

Cheng Yanqiu remembered this weapon, he took down the gold-inlaid jade arm Chuan, the ring was a little big, and the body of the chuan was also as thick as his finger, he fiddled with it at will, pressed the mechanism in it, and on the outside of Bi Chuan, a sharp semicircular blade appeared, only a finger wide, but as thin as a cicada's wings, it looked very sharp.

"This thing is called Zimu Bilianlian, and it is the weapon of the Qinglian Girl one hundred and twenty years ago. Cheng Yanqiu explained, "Qinglian Nu used to be the hall master of the Yin Moon Sect, and her martial arts were the first person in the sect at that time. ”

The only humane rule of the Holy Religion is that the disciples in the sect are born as people in the sect and die as ghosts in the sect, as long as they are not broken by people and scattered ashes, if there is a chance, the corpse will always be brought back, or scattered into the burial bones, or buried in the Heroic Soul Temple.

After the death of Qinglian Nu, the sect sent people to Jiajiang several times to salvage her body, but there was no result, only her weapon Zimu Bilian was fished up, and Qinglian Nu's weapon did not even leave her body to sleep.

has been living for decades, and in the end, he can only leave the name of a Qinglian girl on the tablet of the Heroic Soul Temple.

She has never been married in her life, and she has no descendants, so there must not be a few people to worship her.

After sighing with emotion, Cheng Yanqiu lowered his head and asked Wu Xing, "This weapon is powerful, you chose it well, there are still Qinglian Girl's exercises in the third underground layer, which is also complete, do you want this?"

Wu Xing nodded, "I like this. ”

The golden shell, embellished with jasper, looks flashy, and when worn on the arm, people will ignore it at a glance, thinking that it is a valuable ornament.

Definitely more unexpected than a dagger.

Maybe it's been soaked in the river water for a long time, and there is still a trace of damp and cold breath on it, which makes Wu Xing like it very much.

It's just that the body is as thick as Cheng Yanqiu's finger, and the body is more than a circle larger than Wu Xing's little arm, so I'm afraid she can't take it now, so she has to wait until she grows up.

Cheng Yanqiu saw that she had made a choice, so he said, "Okay, then I'll ask someone to make you the same, what material do you like?

Wu Xing shook his head, "No need to fight, I want this." ”