It's night, at the summit.

The grass hut on the cliff fell into silence for a long time.

An Ning raised his hands and lowered his head to take the black short stick handed over by Gu Yuan Zhenren.

He thought silently in his heart.

Today, on the day of the day, he had already taken the black baton from three different people.

After Gu Yuan got the short stick, he had already guessed the origin of An Ning nine times out of ten.

When the saintess who had beaten the south returned the black burning stick, she knew the real name of Crispy.

And it all started at the beginning.

When he saw Di Li for the first time, that chic, but at the same time slightly... What was the first thing the guy who made the second mistake said?

"Hey, it's a good sword. ”

And then, everything that happened today.

But his natural instincts made him think of the connection between this event.

Behind these things is inseparable from the shadow of a person.

Yes, uncle.

The uncle who still doesn't know where people are, and whether he is dead or alive.

And listening to this group of mountain immortals, the uncle seems to be called Mei Yuan, and he was still very powerful in his time?

An Ning lowered his head and rubbed the black short stick, when he could remember, he depended on his uncle and Crispy Crisp, and at that time the uncle looked like an ordinary person, taking them around.

At that time, he remembered that he had always held this black short stick in his hand, and when he was still very young, he carried the short stick and carried the crispy pastry around on his back.

Later, when he gradually grew taller, the short stick was no longer enough to get his height, he began to carry the short stick, when other children of the same age bullied the crispy, An Ning would wield the short stick to intimidate them, of course, when sleeping in the mountains, the sky was the quilt, the ground was the bed, and the black short stick could also be used to drive away wild beasts such as jackals, tigers and leopards.

Eventually, they settled in Weicheng, and the black baton became less and less useful.

The burning stick became basically its only use.

The black stick is getting darker and darker, it is accompanied by peace and crispy childhood, and when they begin to gradually enter the stability, it also serves as a short stick that pokes the stove, and is full of smoke and fire in the world, as well as the smell of chicken soup in the pot.

"Senior, this... Is it a sword?"

"Yes and no. Gu Yuan began to pick up the bedside towel and slowly wipe the Yi Li lying on the other side.

"It's a broken sword. ”

The long silence was suddenly broken briefly, and An Ning touched the smooth end of the short stick, the familiar feel of more than ten years had already made An Ning clearly distinguish the head and tail of this short stick, and the end of the hand he held was uneven on the surface, but it was extremely smooth because of the long friction.

On the other hand, due to the frequent smashing of the stove, the surface is like burning, and there is a layer of extremely brittle and brittle sugar paper, but it is all ink-colored sugar paper.

An Ning frowned lightly, reached out and rubbed the other side of the short stick, and the crispy dust fell.

A layer of black "sugar wrapper" comes off.

The interior is still a very deep layer of black.

At the moment when the inside of the other end of the short stick was revealed, the light of the grass house seemed to be distorted and refracted in an instant, and the space froze for a moment.

The withered yellow light in the grass house seems to have deepened.

The crispy crisp outside the grass house sat on the edge of the clear pool, the preserved fruit in his hand shook, and the sour jujube and plum fell into the stream stone and pond water.

The small whitebait swim one by one, and the circle on the surface of the pool spreads again and again.

Gu Yuan still just quietly wiped his detached arm, but at the moment of bending over, it was like a cold wind blowing, and the small seal of "palm rhythm" and the word "sword" beside his waist clanked.

An Ning didn't notice these subtle changes around him, he only noticed that the black dust was falling off, and then quickly wiped the dust on his body in disgust, and when he raised his hand, he found that there was no black dust between his fingers and on his clothes.

Where it fell, it was just black and lonely, and there was no dirty ash at all.

"Don't rub the kids. ”

"This is a broken sword, and at this time it is also a dead sword. ”

Gu Yuan patted the towel in his hand, then dipped it in the warm water on the side, and then gently applied it to his forehead.

"It's this color. ”

At this moment, there were two people lying quietly in the grass house.

Gu Yuan sat heavily on the small bamboo chair leaning against the door of the cottage, and picked up a pot of wine that had not yet been drunk.

The rest is like talking to yourself.

"Borrow a moment of time..."

"People want to die, heh, but the sword wants to live..."

An Ning stood beside Gu Yuan with a black short stick, and then pushed open the wooden door of the grass house.

"Squeak", the eyes suddenly opened up, the purple mist had already dissipated, the starlight was clearer, but there was a waning moon in the sky.

Crispy turned back abruptly.

Startled the pond fish jumped one after another.

Gu Yuan didn't look at the two brothers and sisters anymore, he turned his head to look at the starry sky above him.

"Eh, do you want to fly into the sky and look at the stars up close?"

An Ning just glanced up at the starry sky, as if, looking at it from the top of the mountain, is it bigger and brighter?

But no matter how big and bright it is, in the wilderness for more than ten years, no matter how brilliant and dazzling the starlight is, I will get tired of seeing it early.

Thinking of this, An Ning smiled and looked at the crispy crisp not far from the gate of the cottage, and replied casually: "However, someone probably told me that the higher you fly, the more lonely you may be..."

Seeing An Ning in the grass house door, her lips moved slightly, thinking that An Ning was talking to her, so she also smiled and waved her hand high and said, "An Ning! There's a lot of fish here..."

An Ning looked at the crispy crisp not far away and waved his hand with a smirk, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise higher, and then raised his hand to salute.

So Crispy waved his hand more cheerfully.

Gu Yuan sipped the wine left by Nanban in the pot, and after hearing An Ning's answer, the whole person first stopped, and the wine at the mouth of the pot flowed down the gap.

Gu Yuan came back to his senses, lifted the sleeves of his wide robe, and wiped his chin slowly and seriously.

Then he also turned his head and looked at An Ning, who was standing aside with a black short stick, and sighed, not knowing if he suddenly remembered something.

Then he said, "Did Mei Yuan tell you?"

"Mei... Well, it was the uncle who said it..."

"That little girl over there?"

"Oh, her name is Mei Hanshu. ”

"Shhhh Also surnamed Mei?"

Gu Yuan frowned, his fingers tapped on the small green bamboo chair on the side, the armrests were already old and deeply yellow.

Then Gu Yuan suddenly stood up, and the wide sleeves on both sides waved greatly!

The seals on his waists collided suddenly, and a crisp sound rang out.

A gust of wind swept the clouds, and the sound of dripping water in the pool.

It was as if the surrounding scenery had changed in the blink of an eye, flashing by like a marquee, and the beam lights were mixed together, and the space was distorted.

When I open my eyes in a panic.

An old, two young and three people have already appeared on the back mountain of the main peak of this Sword Pavilion, on the cliff and cliff, and the sections are craggy.

The clouds and mist on the top of the mountain are like the sea, and the feet are bottomless, like an ice cellar, revealing a biting chill.

Between the smooth cliff walls, sword qi was used to cut out wall holes, and between the vertical holes there were straight logs.

An Ning and Crispy are now stepping on the steep and uneven horizontal logs, and Gu Yuan stands against the wind on one side, and the wide sleeves on both sides are filled with the wind, bulging.

"The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong man to death..."

Then the ladder stone stacks hooked together. ”

"Since the establishment of my Sword Pavilion, I have ascended Shu Road and erected Sword Pavilion. This ancient plank road has always existed..."

"From here, follow the plank road and go up the cliff wall, and you can return to the clifftop grass house..."

"I'm waiting there for you to climb up. ”

As soon as he spoke, Gu Yuan waved his sleeves again, and the wind rose loudly between the cliffs.

The figure disappeared early.

No one has come on the plank road for a long time, and there is a thick layer of broken leaves like a blanket on the side, which is mixed with green and yellow, and it is a little beautiful.

The cold wind soared between the cliffs, and it happened to roll down a dead leaf that had just fallen, just as the dead leaf was about to fall smoothly on the broken leaf.

Silently, the dead leaves were instantly broken down into countless broken leaves and fell down.

The sound of the wind in the air is whistling.

An Ning grabbed her crispy little hand and didn't look back. He whispered and cautiously to Crispy, "Be careful... Here, there should be those strange sword formations..."

"You're right behind me..."

"You do what I do. ”

"Got it?"

Crispy mumbled nervously, and sweaty sweat broke out slightly between the palms of his hands.

An Ning let go of her crispy little hand, and instead held the black short stick in both hands, and at the same time scolded secretly in her heart: "Old bastard!

Suddenly, the black short stick in An Ning's hand shook slightly, and An Ning hurriedly concentrated on following the guidance of the black short stick.

He simply closed his eyes directly, completely undisturbed by the outside world, he slowly raised his knees, trying to do it as slowly as possible, so that the crispy behind him could look more closely.

Raise your knees, lift your feet, and step over.

With a soft sound of "poof", the messy hair between An Ning's sideburns was instantly finely chopped, and then a strange posture, moving left, straddling, and twisting his waist. With a "pull", the sleeves were torn and slowly fell, and then there was a quiet sound, and the torn clothes were decomposed more and more chaotic, as if they were drawn by the sharpest tailor shop tools in the world, quietly paved, and gently fell on the turquoise broken leaves.

One step, two steps, three steps, knee lifts, turns, two steps at a time... An Ning's face was quietly cut with a bloody wound, so it was the arm that broke the bloody wound, and then the waist...

But he endured the pain like Ling Chi, and every movement did not shake in the slightest, and he was thinking that with his body smaller than himself, he would definitely be able to be unharmed if he passed through the range that he could perceive.

However, while imitating An Ning's strange movements, Crispy also subconsciously closed his eyes.

If someone observes carefully at this time, they will find that under the condition of Anning's every action, there are also some slight changes, such as Anning when he raises his knees, Susu will subconsciously bend down again, and when he strides, Susu will turn...

One step, two steps, three steps, and then two steps...

But it just so happened that with this slight change everywhere, it seemed that Crispy had not been harmed by a trace of sword qi from the sword formation from beginning to end.

Suddenly, An Ning in front of him finally couldn't hold back the pain and groaned, and after Su Su noticed it, he quickly shouted loudly: "Brother!

An Ning quietly glanced sideways at Crispy, then sat down cross-legged, turned her back to Crispy, and quickly wiped the blood on her face.

"Brother... Let's eat some dates, right?" said Crispy with an expectant look as she handed over the preserved fruit that Nanban had given her earlier.

An Ning grabbed one and threw it into his mouth, but the sugar and salt on the surface of the plum came into contact with An Ning's bloody lips in an instant, and suddenly the scabbing pain struck! The original scabbed crack cracked again, and the blood suddenly came out, spreading between the teeth and covering the chin.

An Ning suddenly bared his teeth for a while, but he forcibly held back himself from making a sound.

Crispy had already noticed An Ning's abnormality, and then quickly picked out a few plum sour dates that had originally fallen on Qingtan from his hand and exchanged them for An Ning.

Originally, she wanted to keep these fallen in the pool water for herself to eat, but suddenly thought that the sugar and salt on these preserved fruits had already been washed away, so she quickly put them on her body and wiped them and replaced them with An Ning.

An Ning looked at the silly appearance of Su Su cross-legged, couldn't bear to smirk and reached out to rub Su Su's head, but with a smile on his lips, he pulled the wound again, and the blood came again with pain.

So a burst of "ouch", a burst of giggles...

The cold wind between the cliffs is still there, whistling by, wrapped in pieces of withered yellow leaves, and a faint sword aura.

And, the voices of people that have not been heard for a long time are once again filled with the narrow room of the ancient plank road...