Wei Qijian went, he did not return to the Central Plains. Some people saw him go north, farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the wind and snow.

Some people say that it is time for Wei Qijian to withdraw from this river and lake, there are talents from all generations, and Wei Qijian is just a flash in the pan in a hundred years. It's still the same old saying, if you don't enter the eighth order, you're just an ant after all.

"I've decided, I'm going to join the Valley of the Wicked. ”

In the corridor, the ragged teenager was lying on the simple futon, perhaps because there was no extra futon at home, so he simply divided the futon into two and wrapped his whole body into a ball of zongzi.

The night in the North is very cold, and there seems to be a layer of frost in the corridors.

The shivering young man in the futon poked his head out, and by the bright moonlight, he looked down at the dense scars on his hands.

He was hesitating.

Looking at the scars on his hands, it seemed that the look of hesitation suddenly lightened a lot. The more important reason is that this morning, when he arrived at Wei Qijian, the man with the sword on his back, returned to the Northern Underworld.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked upstairs.

The room wrapped in a warm stove seemed to waft out the smell of fragrant chicken legs, so close to him, but extremely far away, that the smell had kept him awake for several nights. He even dreamed of being able to eat a bite of chicken thigh and taste what it was like.

Just thinking about it, his saliva was already flowing involuntarily.

"You motherless bastard. As he gazed at the leather whip hanging from the door, the pain of fear knocked him back to reality for a moment.

A few hours ago, the adoptive mother had whipped it with this whip and howled like a pig.

Just because he stepped on the slippery soap powder when he was washing the dishes, he broke all the dishes. After that, he didn't know anything. I only heard someone scolding in my ears, and some people laughing.

His hand was cut into large flowers by broken porcelain.

He took a deep breath and got up from under the futon, the cold making him shiver.

He walked down the stairs lightly, and from the bowl of rice that he had eaten, he pulled out a baggage, which was only a large new cotton jacket, and nothing else. He put on a padded jacket, which felt a little narrow, this is a new dress that can only be worn during the Chinese New Year, and he only wears it once a year.

After putting on the padded jacket, his lips were frozen to purple, and then he regained some blood.

He gently pushed the door open, and the wind whipped the snow on his black hair. He was barefoot and plunged into the snowy night.

......

In the depths of the snow-capped mountains, there is an endless snowfield, and the ground is covered with thick ice edges, as if the whole person is stepping on the frozen lake.

The moonlight was shining, and the moonlight spread on the ice, as if reflecting the color of a turquoise star.

"You're here. The old man seemed to have been standing on the ice for a long time, and the soles of his shoes seemed to have a layer of frost.

"Mr. Qin. Wei Qijian appeared in front of the old man with his cold and heavy Seven Swords on his back.

He bowed respectfully, then took off his bag and sat on the ground

And sitting. The items in the bag are very simple, two wine glasses and a wine gourd.

"This glass of wine, toast you. Wei Qijian raised his wine glass and looked up at Mr. Qin.

I saw Mr. Qin sit down slowly, smiling, and did not rush to get the wine glass, but looked at him with a kind color.

"Have you seen Xu Changfeng?" asked Mr. Qin.

"See. Wei Qijian nodded, "At the beginning of the fourth order, it was a little earlier than expected. There's just bad news...... Mo Zhifeng also came to the North Underworld. ”

"Since he came to Beiming, he naturally had a meeting with Changfeng. I don't think Changfeng will be fine for a short time, and besides, Changfeng won't stay in the North for long. Mr. Qin nodded.

"Are you ready?" Wei Qijian asked in surprise.

"It's better to take him to meet that old thing than to look at those pavilions and pavilions in Chang'an all day long, living in a black miasma. Mr. Qin shook his head and said, "It's a pity that Su Yongqiu has been wronged." He should have lived a few more years......"

"Changfeng has already avenged him. Wei Qijian said, still holding the wine glass, not moving.

"I see. Mr. Qin glanced at the wine glass in his hand, blinked slightly, and ignored it, "If you kill one Wei Shichun, there will be more Wei Shichun." Kill him a Li Nie, and the world will not change much. Revenge is endless, but people always have to have a thought. With revenge, those in heaven may be better. ”

After Mr. Qin finished speaking, he was silent for a long time, and then he stared at Wei Qijian with a solemn expression: "Tell me about you, why do you want to go to Chang'an?"

Wei Qijian was silent and did not answer.

"There is no shortage of seventh-order cultivators in the imperial court, but it will not let a seventh-order cultivator die in vain. If you don't go, she won't die. Mr. Qin looked at Wei Qijian, who was secretly bowing his head, and waited quietly to answer.

Wei Qijian's glass of wine, he can drink it, but not now.

"I can't forget it. Wei Qijian was silent for a long time, and finally held back these four words.

Mr. Qin seemed to have guessed that he would say this, so he immediately answered, "You are the sword of Jianzhuang, if the sword is broken, everything will become meaningless." Whether you want to defend the seven swords on your body, or the people behind the seven swords, think about it yourself. ”

"Thank you, sir, for your teachings. "Wei Qi Kendao.

Mr. Qin slowly pinched the cold wine glass, as if the spirits in the glass would soon be frozen.

"I drank this wine, and I implore you to guard this sword village for another ten years. After Mr. Qin finished speaking, he drank it all.

Wei Qijian watched Mr. Qin drink up this glass of wine, and his heart was very uncomfortable. Those bad things in Chang'an really made Jianzhuang hurt his muscles and bones. There are not many Seventh-Order cultivators left in this world now......

Mr. Qin, this is a word, the person behind the sword is very important, but if there is no sword, how should the person behind him protect it? He should be an emotionless and selfless sword, only such a sword can be indestructible.

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