In the early spring, the sky is still a little cool, and the wind sweeps through the distant mountain peaks, with a cold and clear wrap, and it seems that even the sun in the mountains is blown and falls obliquely.

The square in front of the Sword Washing Tower was full of people at this time, and many disciples of the Yuanshan Sect in white robes gathered here, looking ahead.

He Sanxi swallowed his saliva quietly, and asked with an uneasy expression, "How long will it take for the lottery to start?"

Seeing this, Ye Jianxi, who was a few years older than him, smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Are you starting to be afraid?"

He Sanxi hurriedly straightened his head, straightened his waist, and pretended to be calm: "I don't have it, I'm afraid that there will be an unlucky guy in our building who will draw that innate sword heart." ”

"It's fine. Luo Yuetong looked at the second senior brother who was submitting the list in front of the Sword Washing Building, and said calmly: "Don't mess around, if you want to win from the big test, you will meet a strong opponent sooner or later." ”

It's just that the girl's white hands are clenched into fists, and the green tendons on the back of her hands are blooming, obviously not as confident as it seems.

She secretly glanced at Chen Anzhi, and quickly withdrew it, pretending that nothing had happened, and her deer-like pure eyes were a little more gloomy.

Chen Anzhi looked into the distance, never looked away, his eyes were still unwavering, and he couldn't see any emotion.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, Chen Anzhi suddenly lowered his head, Luo Yuetong raised his head, and saw a graceful figure sword coming, it was a very beautiful girl, with a slender neck, skin like condensation, like a hollow valley orchid, perfectly integrated with the surrounding beautiful mountains and rivers, her golden silk white snow robe was tucked together, her hair was not tied with hairpins, two locks of bangs were placed on both sides of her cheeks, and she was a little more heroic, and her forehead was embellished with a small delicate ruby, adding a bit of playfulness.

Such a complex temperament is mixed in a person, but there is no sense of disobedience.

"The monster is coming. He Sanxi shrunk his neck and smacked his tongue secretly.

Luo Yuetong's clenched fist tightened a little tighter, and her eyes were uncertain, not knowing what she was thinking.

The girl of the sword came to the front of the Sword Washing Building, jumped down from the air gently, slowly stepped on the stone steps, walked to the wooden table, and saluted with her left palm in her right fist, "Uncle Ye." ”

The middle-aged man in charge of collecting the list showed a hint of a smile on Mu Ruyi's face at this moment, and quipped, "Isn't this the little phoenix of our Far Mountain Sect?"

Mu Ruyi's eyebrows and eyes bloomed, and she said softly: "Senior Uncle, don't make fun of me, Master asked me to talk, Senior Brother Ma has not returned from the mountain, so let Jin Zhimu and Senior Brother Jin replace it." ”

When Uncle Ye heard this, his face became serious, and he asked in a deep voice, "But is it because of Shenkeng Village?"

Mu Ruyi said: "Yes, there was an abnormality in Shenkeng Village a few days ago, and Senior Brother was ordered to go, but there has been no news until today. ”

Uncle Ye nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that the first block on the nineteenth floor gathered a few days ago because of this matter." ”

Mu Ruyi didn't say much else, and after handing over the list to Uncle Ye, he turned around and greeted Du Yizhuang again, and asked, "Senior Brother Du." ”

Du Yizhuang nodded awkwardly and said hello: "Senior Sister Mu." ”

"This election... Loe..." Mu Ruyi hesitated for a moment, shook his head and asked slowly, "The big test list on the nineteenth floor, can you lend me a look?"

In the end, there was some indescribable awkwardness, Du Yizhuang's lips moved slightly, and he stopped talking, and finally nodded, and handed the paper in his hand to Mu Ruyi.

In the white jade square, Chen Anzhi coughed lightly, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "My body suddenly felt a little unwell, so I went back first." ”

Luo Yuetong turned her head to look at Chen Anzhi and asked with concern, "What's uncomfortable?"

Chen Anzhi frowned and said, "I'm uncomfortable." ”

"Then I'll take you back. Luo Yuetong's face was full of worry, which made Chen Anzhi a little ashamed, but fortunately, this guy was thick-skinned enough, and hurriedly pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and said: "No, the big test lottery is important, whether I can enter the Sword Washing Building or not depends on your luck." ”

Luo Yuetong rolled her eyes, and naturally saw that this guy was just looking for an excuse, and suddenly became angry and funny, "Then you can go back by yourself." ”

The fingers like peeling onion roots gently spread out the rolled paper, the wind was quiet, the noise faded, and the three ink-colored small characters were reflected in the girl's autumn eyes, like the sun tearing through the plum rain for many days, and like the first light sound of breaking the ice in winter, Mu Ruyi bit her pink lips lightly, suddenly raised her head, looked around, and her eyes stopped on Luo Yuetong and moved away, but she never saw the familiar figure.

Retracting his gaze, it is inevitable that he will be a little lost, such as frost and wind and sand.

Chen Anyi picked a secluded mountain road to walk, relaxed and comfortable, excellent travel, encountered a beautiful place, rested for a while, listened to the wind and watched the scenery so uncomfortable.

It's not that he didn't see him, but he met again, he hadn't thought of a good rhetoric, which was a very embarrassing thing, but when Chen Anzhi imagined Mu Ruyi's expression when he saw his name, his heart became happy, and the corners of his mouth softened.

Walking forward, a small bamboo forest as green as jade crashed into view, full of greenery, Chen Anzhi walked over, three thousand years ago, this white-clothed swordsman preferred bamboo, every time he passed through the mountains and rivers, encountered the bamboo forest, he always had to take a nap, or drink tea, or eat wine, anyway, there was always some excuse to stop and rest.

The bamboo forest surrounds a pavilion, and the crisp voice of the young man came from the pavilion: "Jingwei Weimu will fill the sea." ”

Chen Anzhi followed the prestige, but he was a handsome young man, his thin body was straight, like a sword, holding a book in his hand, and he was reading hard. Chen Anzhi leaned lightly on a bamboo, carefully not making a disturbing noise.

The dim warm light sprinkled on the young man's face through the dense bamboo forest was golden, and between light and shadow, Chen Anzhi seemed to see the little guy who was as warm as jade, and he couldn't remember how many years ago, at that time, the little guy He was also the same age as the young man in front of him, and he was sitting in the school, Lu Mingxian stood on the three-foot podium, one taught seriously, and the other studied seriously.

On a sunny day, a serious and studious immature face, it is really a moving picture in the world.

Thinking like this, Chen Anzhi unconsciously let out a chuckle, and this small movement did not alarm the young man who was buried in the sea of books in front of him.

"Fang Cun has a mind for all things, and wants to compete with heaven and earth. The young man read it again, and suddenly finally showed a relieved smile, it was an undisguised smile, clean and thorough, a smile to understand the truth in the book, but when the young man noticed others, Deng's cheeks flushed, and he seemed to be extremely embarrassed.

Chen Anzhi chuckled, stepped forward slowly, looked at the young man, and then at the long sword he placed on the table, and asked, "You like to read?"

The young man nodded and replied seriously: "Yes." ”

Chen Anzhi hugged the back of his head with both hands, lazily relaxed, and walked forward with the slight movement of the breeze, not caring and said: "Although the Yuanshan Sect pays attention to learning, it is always based on swords, and it is still not good for learning, isn't it more comfortable for you to worship the academy?"

Not far away, the young man lowered his head, looked at the books in his hand, and was silent, how could he not know that he could get closer to the university by entering the academy, and he naturally didn't like the fights and killings on the avenue, but when he thought of the father and mother at home, he thought that knowledge and learning were useless, even if he was full of economy, in the end he was still no match for the three-foot Qingfeng in the hands of others, although it was true, but he couldn't put down the book in his hand.

Chen Anzhi put his hand down, quietly looked at the silent young man, and said: "Whether it is learning swords, or reading, in the final analysis, it is a good idea, if it doesn't go well, the sword will be dull, if it doesn't go well, then the reading is astringent, and it can't go along with your heart, although everything can be done well, but it can't be perfect." ”

The mountain breeze swept into the bamboo forest, and the light that came with the wind was depicted on the figure of the white-clothed swordsman, fighting against the light, as if a great hero fell from the sky.

Scholar Lang looked at Chen Anzhi blankly, shocked in his heart, and the shock in his eyes slowly turned into a trace of reverence.

As if feeling the gaze of the young man, Chen Anzhi held his head high, his palm on the hilt of the sword, and he looked so unfathomable, he really felt like a fairy in the dust, which made this white-clothed swordsman narcissistic, and secretly sighed in his heart that he was really amazing, and he was really a great sword immortal who had never been seen before or since.

It's just that good feelings are always short-lived.

The wind in the bamboo forest was strong, as restless as the day of the inn, and it blew, with a shout as crisp as a silver bell.

Behind the swordsman who was against the light, a girl with a small ruby on her forehead held a crumpled note in her hand and shook it gently.

"Chen Anzhi. ”

"Called. ”

The man in white, with a sword at his waist, sighed and closed his eyes.

"Wow, Wow, Wow!"

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