The Shu Road is grandiose, and the sword qi is everywhere.

The five sword peaks towered high, and from a distance, it looked like the hilts of the five long swords were upside down, and the blades of the swords pointed straight to the sky.

In the meantime, the central sword peak was covered with clouds and mist, and the moonlight shone in the fog, and the whole mountain rendered a mysterious lilac.

There is a small grass house quietly on the top of the mountain, and the water of Xijian Creek in front of the house is gurgling, accumulating a pool of clear ponds, and bubbling clear water emerges from the cracks of the mountain rocks.

The water is quiet and the cold pool is clear, and the smoke and light are condensed and the twilight mountain is purple.

There was a figure sitting quietly on the roof of the grass house, she held her knee with one hand, looked at the moon in silence, and with the other hand she pulled out a small brocade bag of gold silk from her waist, which contained all kinds of delicate preserved fruits and frosting.

Then she jumped off the roof, jumped on the rocks of the stream to the edge of the pool, and gently lowered her snow-white bare feet into the water, and the little silver fish in the pool, instead of being frightened away, immediately surrounded her, swimming slowly around her feet, and gently pecking at the instep of her feet.

She immediately "giggled" and laughed, and then she was in a good mood, took out a sour date from the small brocade bag, and gently patted the water with her feet cocked.

Sparkling, the fine moonlight is getting more and more bright.

At this moment, the small window between the grass huts was suddenly pushed open, and a stern voice came.

"The head is in retreat, Nanban, you give me a quieter!"

She didn't look back, her voice was a little slurred: "What are you doing, what are you doing!"

"What's wrong with me eating a date? Senior brother, you've been in charge of discipline for a long time, and you're still pretending to be strict in front of my little junior sister..."

Then with a pop, Nanban spit out a jujube core into the pond water, and the thing floated and sank, causing a group of small whitebait to peck at it.

The water in the pond is very clear, and the little whitebait swim away a little boredly after pecking at the jujube pits.

Nanban thought it was very interesting when he saw this picture, and said with a happy smile: "The third senior brother is not meditating, but sleeping..."

"I'm not wrong. ”

So the stern voice was silent for a while, and then it sounded heavy again: "The boss is just tired..."

Then the wooden door of the grass house was slowly pushed open, and out came a big old man, the old man stood silently in front of the grass house, ignoring the Nanban in front of Qingtan, he just raised his head and looked at the mountain mist, and then with a slight wave, the lilac smoke broke a big gap, and the moonlight sprinkled around the grass house.

The old man's whole person was covered with a layer of clear light, and the small seal of "palm rhythm" and the "sword" on his waist emitted a dim light.

Nanban jumped slightly, stepped on the stream rocks steadily, and also looked up at the half-missing moon.

She casually wiped the small brocade bag around her waist, took out two jugs of wine in her hand, threw one to the old man, and then raised the spout of the pot high, a few wisps of wine leaked from her mouth, and gradually soaked the clothes in front of her along her slender neck.

Nanban drank almost half of the pot of wine in one go, his eyes were already drunk, and his cheeks were stained with two faint reds.

So the drunk Nanban spoke louder and more casually: "Raise your glass! invite, invite Mingyue..."

"Senior Brother Gu Yuan, you... Here, in front of me, don't keep a straight face..."

The old man held the wine jug in his hand, and his tired eyebrows rarely showed a hint of relaxation, he shook his head helplessly, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Fourth, fifth, and sixth... Don't hide it, come out. ”

Then three figures were crowded around the grass house, and I saw that the one who was pushed in front was a tall and thin man, but he was carrying a very exaggerated heavy sword, and at the same time he was followed by a fat man who was still wearing an undershirt in the winter, the fat man was carrying a hammer, and the last person was pinned to a carving knife, and two small swords were hung on both sides of his waist.

The three of them pushed each other and stood in a row.

After standing still, they all scratched their heads in unison, and then smiled awkwardly at the elder brother of Zhanglu, and then all three of them glanced at Nanban.

Nanban turned his head and rolled his eyes fiercely, wiped a small brocade bag, and threw out three pots of wine.

In front of the small grass house, the five of them drank wine quietly, looking up at the moon from time to time.

Lying in the house was an even more "old" "old man", full of white hair, unable to sleep.

Shu Dao is difficult, Shu Dao is difficult, sword qi is near, sword qi is near.

"The avenue is like a blue sky, and I can't go out alone. ”

These five senior brothers and sisters came up with this sentence in their minds almost at the same time, and then silently thought about the owner of this sentence in their hearts, as long as he was there, the grass would never be so quiet in front of the cottage.

Finally, I don't know who suddenly mentioned this person.

"Leave that kid..."

"I still miss him—" The tall, thin man with the heavy sword slapped himself on the head, and then gurgled again to try to gag himself.

"Wait for him to come back... Hmph, you have your own sword rhythm to serve!"

"Hey~ Senior Brother Gu Yuan, every time you say that you want to use the sword law to serve the little junior brother!

"I'm not happy, I'm not happy! Finally, someone called me senior sister, and he always ran out by himself and didn't take me to play!"

...

Long nights are always good for nostalgia, because only then can the noise of the day be quietly sewn up.

If it weren't for that chirp.

The long crane song interrupted the nostalgia of the five senior brothers and sisters, and the Sword Pavilion Palm Law reacted immediately, taking the lead in raising the "Palm Law" seal.

The sword qi suddenly raged between the cliffs, and the sword array opened and closed lightly.

The white crane landed smoothly in front of the Washing Sword Creek.

The saint walked down slowly with Lu Li in her arms, and An Ning and Su Su followed with the solar term box.

Lord Sword Pavilion Commander had already clenched his fists and bowed his head in salute.

Then the saint also nodded her head and bowed.

She gently placed the cocoon-like cocoon in front of the grass house, and a voice sounded behind the white veil, and the coldness was a little less.

"Di Li took a few punches from Bai Jue's body, and forcibly urged the solar term box and the two natal swords..."

"I have used the spring silkworm cocoon to stabilize his situation temporarily..."

Gu Yuan strode forward quickly, the old man's palm slapped on Di Li's chest, and a large amount of sword yuan poured into Di Li's body.

It wasn't until Gu Yuan's face turned slightly pale that he let go, and then turned to face the grass house, and the majestic figure turned his back to everyone again.

"There is a holy lady of Lao who has traveled thousands of miles to send my little junior brother to the Sword Pavilion..."

"Then I will trouble the Holy Maiden to rest in my Sword Pavilion for a few days. ”

Just kidding, the little junior brother was injured so badly, even if this was the hand-picked saintess of Luoshui Holy Mountain and the State Religion, the Sword Pavilion had to leave her behind and figure out the origin of this matter.

Originally, due to the special dual natal sword physique, the sword element in the body should be abundant enough, but when another fist intent enters the body, the two incompatible fist intent sword qi will face each other, and the empty body is used as a "battlefield", full of devastation.

Now the Qi Mansion in the body can really be regarded as a "family disciple with four walls", but although it is not infiltrated by the sword yuan, fortunately, it can be regarded as expelling the white fist intent.

Therefore, Gu Yuan sent a large number of sword elements to Di Li in the first place.

But if it's just a lack of sword elements, forget it...

Gu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked through the wooden door, thinking about the person sleeping in the grass house.

Outside, that person was the head of the Sword Pavilion, and inside, he was one of his many juniors and sisters.

Now the little junior brother is also seriously injured and has returned.

Tut.

The Sword Pavilion has not entered the WTO for a long time, is it possible that there will be another storm?

The Holy Maiden Luo Rong naturally understood the current situation, so she also consciously followed Nanban to the guest house.

It's just that before leaving, before she could tell about the situation of Anning and Crispy, Gu Yuan had already come to Anning who was standing stupidly on the side.

This unsmiling Sword Pavilion Master finally revealed a look of relief from the elders in front of these two children.

Gu Yuan first took out the air term box that was separated from Su Shu's arms, and then shook it slightly, the umbrella surface opened, and the space covered by the umbrella cover was faintly floating with twenty-four different sword intents.

An Ning watched quietly like this, the "Sword Intent Cage" that seemed incomparably inaccessible to others was just a simple sword qi to An Ning.

Gu Yuan gently stroked the white beard with one hand and put away the solar term box with the other. He looked at the still calm child in front of him and nodded.

Then he took An Ning to the hut with one hand, and it was still a majestic figure with his back to everyone, but the difference was that the branches of the old tree had not yet decayed, and the sprouting spring buds had quietly grown.

"Stand down, all of you, and tell you about today tomorrow. ”

"Nanban, please go to the guest house. ”

"Oh, let's take that little girl with you..."

"I don't!"

Crispy came to this strange place, and when she heard the tallest old man say that she wanted her to be separated from An Ning temporarily, she finally couldn't help but refuse loudly.

Everyone looked at the girl, her short unkempt hair was a little messy, but her bulging and red cheeks showed her current inner firmness.

Crispy quietly raised her head to look at the eyes of everyone around her, her cheeks were no longer bulging, but her face gradually became redder because of embarrassment.

So she said softly like a mosquito, "You... You don't have to worry about me... I'll just wait here for peace..."

"Don't worry, I won't... I'm not going to mess with this thing..."

Gu Yuan just looked back at the girl who was alone among the crowds, and then he looked at An Ning.

An Ning also looked back at the crisp, his gaze lingered for a long time, and then he looked at the old man beside him.

"Where the crispy is, I'll be there. ”

So Gu Yuan wiped the "sword" mark on his waist, and a gray-white round curtain visible to the naked eye shrouded the entire mountain.

Then Gu Yuan took An Ning and stepped into the grass house.

The rest of the people departed.

The white crane flashes its wings and flies lightly.

Nanban stepped on the stream stone step by step and jumped in front of the crispy, took out a handful of delicate preserved fruits from the small brocade bag and handed it to the little girl, and then she touched the soft but unruly short hair, and smiled softly: "Oh, if you are bored or hungry, eat one, it's delicious!"

Then a beam of sword light lit up, and a delicate long sword flew out of the small brocade bag, and Nanban jumped on the sword body with his bare feet steadily.

The rapier flew high.

The sound was as melodious as a silver bell again.

"Hey, my show girl sword is beautiful, you are obedient here, I secretly came to see you after I sent that holy girl to the inn..."

So the crane chirped softly, and the sword roared.

The hilltop where there were still human voices returned to silence again, and the wooden door of the grass house creaked and closed again.

Holding the plum sour dates, I can't help but think of the same wooden door creaking in the daytime.

During the day, I also asked An Ning to find an opportunity to get some oil to repair.

Crispy muttered about these things, and then wrapped the preserved fruit with the big cotton clothes that Anning had taken off from her, and at the same time took off her shoes and socks vigorously.

The girl on the edge of the grass house is like the moon, and the feet are more frosty and snowy.

However, perhaps because of the cold weather and his young age, Crispy stepped on the cold stream rocks, and his heels quickly turned red.

Her short hair gently patted her cheeks, and she happily stepped on the water splashes, like elves on a snowy and icy lake, flying and falling to her feet, blooming with tender red plum blossoms.

Looking at it from afar, it is really cold and crispy everywhere.

Crispy jumped around with plum sour dates, and soon felt a little tired, and his short hair was sticking to his temples with sweat. So she came to the edge of the clear pond formed by the Xijian Creek.

Qingtan is formed by the accumulation of the living water of Xijian Creek at all times, and there are dozens of small silverfish in the middle of the pool, and the moonlight sprinkles sparkling waves.

She sat down curiously, and then slowly stretched out her little feet and plunged into the water, the waves shimmering, but the whitebait were not frightened at all, and swam to the shore.

A small whitebait gently pecked at the crispy little foot sockets.

So almost in the same position as before, there was a "giggle" girl's laughter.

Crispy pinched a candied date, well, sweet and glutinous so that people can't open their mouths.

The grass hut behind the girl was gently burning with the light of the old candles, reflecting a long shadow on the surface of the pool, but it did not look so conspicuous in the cold moonlight.

She carefully spit out the pits and gently placed them on the shore with her hands.

Then he tilted his head and thought about it, and picked up a whole plum and threw it into the pool, and there was a small splash of water with a "poof", so a large group of whitebait fish swam to the undulating water with a white glow, and scrambled to peck at the flesh of the plum.

Crispy couldn't help but cover her mouth and eat and laugh.

The slender shadows on the surface of the lake are beating mischievously.

The wooden door outside the grass house squeaks, and the old candle light in the house is faintly flickering,

There was an old man lying quietly on the simple bed in the room, but his clothes were neat and his sideburns were not messy, and it was obvious that he was often groomed.

Gu Yuan looked solemn and stood straight beside the bed.

An Ning pinned the black short stick to his waist and followed Gu Yuan honestly.

Gu Yuan picked up the wet cloth at the head of the bed, folded it into a square, as always, first bent down to wipe the old man's hair on the bed, and then wiped the clothes on his shoulders a little bit to his chest, and when the clothes on his chest were wiped clean, he steadily lifted the back of the old man's hand on the bed and began to scrub his open palm.

At this point, Gu Yuan got up, shook the wet cloth, and spread it out again and placed it at the head of the bed.

He folded his hands behind his back and stared at the light.

Before he could ask an answer from An Ning behind him, he seemed to say to himself: "The one who is sleeping quietly on the bed is the head of my Sword Pavilion." ”

"It's also the third senior brother who left that little bastard, my junior brother. ”

"Don't ask me who I am..."

Gu Yuan immediately turned around, stretched out a finger and waved it from An Ning's waist, and the black short stick rose in response.

An Ning looked up at the tall old man in front of him, and at that moment, Gu Yuan seemed to be a little older.

"This 'broken sword' has already told me the answer. ”

"Oh, the month is missing..."

Gu Yuan raised his right hand high, the sword qi in his palm floated, and he continued to sharpen the black short stick in his hand.

However, no matter how high the realm of this Sword Pavilion Palm Law is, how deep the sword intent is, and how strong the sword qi is.

Under the flickering light, the black stick was still just a black stick.

It was like a peaceful expression, unchanged.