The wind is light, the sky is blue, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

Dugufeng grabbed the horse's reins, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. This trip down the mountain, disobeying the teacher's order, is not what he wants, but he has no choice. This is his home, his haven. He didn't look back, just stopped quietly, which was a farewell.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian didn't speak, just waited quietly and accompanied them silently.

The feelings faded as time passed.

There is no concern to move forward.

"Drive!" shouted softly, and Dugufeng beat the horse away.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian looked at each other and smiled, followed closely behind. They knew in their hearts that Dugufeng had let go. Of course, whether to really let go or not, only Dugufeng himself knows.

The sound of horses' hooves ticked, and the three of them greeted the breeze, bathed in the sun, and sucked in the fresh spring air.

Intoxicated, confused, without distractions, living up to the spring......

"Cough cough cough ......" accompanied by a few light coughs, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Dugufeng's mouth.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian came back to their senses at this time, and when they turned their heads, they saw Dugu Feng's face pale, but his gaze was extremely firm.

"Brother Dugu, let's take a break. Yan Shan said casually.

"There happened to be a wine shop in front of her, and Tian'er was a little hungry. Meng Tian smiled, pure and brilliant.

The corners of Dugu Feng's mouth rose slightly, barely showing a smile, but he didn't speak.

In front of the wine shop, the three of them turned over and dismounted, and casually tied the horse's reins to the horse's leash. After that, they entered the liquor store and walked to a table by the window, and the next moment, all three pairs of eyes showed a strange look.

On the table was a branch with a flat and smooth cut, and even the tender skin was still round, as if it were made of nature. A small piece of old satin is tied at the end of the branch. Although the satin is old, it is particularly eye-catching.

It is not difficult to see that the person who cut off this branch is rare in the world.

The emerald green leaves still have traces of dew falling from them. Apparently, this branch was deliberately placed here.

Dugu Feng said lightly: "There is a peach blossom forest three miles away. ”

Meng Tian said: "It seems that it was invited by the old people." ”

Yan Shan smiled slightly bitterly and sighed lightly: "Although it is difficult to be gracious, we must also fill our stomachs first." ”

looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.

Soon, home-cooked side dishes, steamed buns and millet porridge were put on the table. They eat very carefully and carefully. At the same time, they are also resting.

When they were only seven minutes full, they put down their chopsticks and secretly breathed.

After a while, Yan Shan casually took out a small piece of broken silver and put it on the table, and the three of them left.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, not to the west, but to the south—straight for the peach blossom forest three miles away.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

In spring, in the bright sunshine, a peach blossom is as charming and moving as a haze.

A man in white leaned against a tree trunk, lazy, with a touch of loneliness on his delicate face. He held a sword in his hand. The old scabbard and the satin wrapped around the hilt were just as old, and there was nothing special about it. However, the sword in this old scabbard was terrifyingly sharp. This person is none other than the Immortal Sword King Baorong.

Intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, his heart is like water.

The sound of horses' hooves came to an abrupt end in front of the peach blossom forest.

He wasn't surprised, but a smile appeared on his face—the kind of smile that comes when old people are reunited after a long absence. He laughed loudly: "Brother Yan, long time no see!"

"Brother Wang, it's been a long time!" the voice was clear and loud. The people who came were Yanshan, Meng Tian and Dugufeng.

Yan Shan was just about to enter the peach blossom forest.

Meng Tian seemed to sense something and wanted to open her mouth to remind.

Yan Shan smiled indifferently, shook his head slightly, and then strode towards the depths of the peach blossom forest.

Meng Tian and Dugu Feng did not hesitate to follow, and at the same time, their fingertips had gently touched the hilt of their swords.

The three of them stopped ten paces away.

Eyes meet, and both sides want to see something in each other's eyes. There is sympathy, there is deep helplessness, and there is boundless loneliness...... Everything is very real, it's just that they don't see what they want at all.

Silence, silence.

After a long time, Yan Shan sighed lightly and said slowly: "I don't know why Brother Wang invited him here?"

Wang Baorong laughed at himself and said lightly: "I have something I want to ask Brother Yan." ”

Yan Shan said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, it's okay to talk about it. ”

Wang Baorong hesitated slightly, and said, "Brother Yan wants to join forces with the Jin Kingdom to exterminate my Heavenly Dao Sect?"

Yan Shan's face changed slightly, and he muttered, "At this moment, is Brother Wang Yan Shan's friend or the head of the Seven Spirits of the Heavenly Dao?"

Wang Baorong asked casually, "What's the difference?"

Yan Shan said calmly: "If it is a friend, Yan Shan should know everything, if it is the head of the Seven Spirits of the Heavenly Dao, then there is nothing to say." ”

Wang Baorong was slightly moved, and said softly: "Today, Brother Yan is still my friend. ”

Yan Shan's face showed a look of relief, and he was about to speak.

Wang Baorong interrupted Yan Shan and continued, "Let's go!"

Yan Shan was slightly stunned and asked softly, "What about in the future?"

Wang Baorong took a deep breath and said slowly, "I will swear to protect the Heavenly Dao Sect to the death." ”

I know the answer, but when the other party says it in person, I will still be inexplicably sad in my heart.

Yan Shan nodded slightly, clenched his fists and said, "Brother Wang, don't leave it here!"

The corners of Wang Baorong's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

At this moment, two figures, one green and one white, suddenly arrived, blocking the way of the three of them, it was the Heavenly Dao Sect Heavenly Protector Chu Tian and the Rain Hall Master Hua Yuluo.

When the enemies saw each other, their eyes were red, and the air instantly condensed.

Yan Shan, Meng Tian and Dugu Feng clenched the hilt of their swords with solemn expressions.

Chu Tian and Hua Yuluo did not hold it up in the slightest, pressing the hilt of their swords with their hands, ready to go. It's just that their eyes have been on Wang Baorong's face, as if they are waiting for something.

Wang Baorong said in a deep voice: "Let them go." ”

Chu Tian frowned slightly, but was silent.

Hua Yuluo said coldly: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Wang Baorong said calmly: "I know. ”

Hua Yuluo said coldly: "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Wang Baorong said calmly: "I know. ”

Hua Yu was speechless for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

Chu Tian said lightly: "What if we don't agree?"

Wang Baorong raised his head, looked at the sky in the distance, and said with a smile: "If you want to keep the three of them, how sure is the Heavenly Protector?"

Chu Tian said casually: "Sixty percent." ”

Wang Baorong asked again: "What if you count me again?"

Chu Tian's face changed slightly.

Hua Yuluo's face was gloomy, and she was so angry that she laughed out loud.

Wang Baorong's eyes were firm and resolute.

Silence, deathly silence.

Chu Tian let out a long sigh, and then drifted away.

Hua Yuluo snorted coldly: "You are so self-conscious!" Before the words fell, the figure had disappeared into the distance.

Yan Shan looked at Wang Baorong, but Wang Baorong did not look back.

With a soft sigh, he left abruptly.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually faded away, and Wang Baorong only felt empty in his heart.

He leaned back against the trunk of the tree, lazy, with a hint of loneliness on his delicate face. He held a sword in his hand. The old scabbard and the satin wrapped around the hilt were just as old, and there was nothing special about it. However, the sword in this old scabbard was terrifyingly sharp. Read the latest chapter of "Sword Killing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.