"It's boring, it's boring, I'm upset under the rain. What is surprising is that the laughing swordsman not only did not make a move, but instead collected the heavenly sword, and the cold killing intent disappeared.

"Since you're upset, why don't you hold an umbrella?" Xiao Shu asked with a smile, the red umbrella didn't get a drop of rain.

"Hold an umbrella and the rain won't fall? The laughing swordsman sneered, although the rain was not heavy, but it was dense, and the clothes on his body were already soaked, and his mask was also covered with rain.

"Thank you. Xiao Shu thanked him.

"Don't thank me, don't ask for anything, tomorrow at noon, I'll wait for you at Mirror Lake, come with me. The laughing swordsman waved his hand and went away alone, no one knew where he was going, and no one dared to ask, of course he was not very merciful, but he didn't want to have trouble with Xiao Shu.

"This ...... There are still three days left for the seniors to discuss martial arts. Wei Fu hurriedly shouted behind him.

"What do you have to do with me?" the flirtatious laughter was like this drizzle, casual and casual.

Wei Fu only felt that his face was slapped hard again, it hurt hotly, and his mood fell to the bottom, and he flicked his sleeves and left.

"Thank you. Linglongzi said apologetically.

"Thank you, brother......" Xiangling timidly hid behind Linglongzi.

Xiao Shu smiled and touched Xiangling's head, squatted down to wipe away the remaining mud and tears on her little face, pulled out Yi Han's sword, handed it to Xiangling's hand and said, "Put away the sword, don't lose it again." ”

"Hmm. Xiang Ling nodded vigorously and withdrew Yi Han's sword from the scabbard, perhaps Xiao Shu's tone made her feel a trace of warmth, and the originally tense nerves finally relaxed at this moment, and she stuck out her tongue a little playfully.

"Xiangling, let's go home. Twilight Lihuang hurriedly pulled Xiangling, although she was grateful to Xiao Shu for intervening, but the words and deeds of the laughing swordsman made her feel like a clown, being played wantonly, and her heart was mixed, and she really couldn't stay for a moment.

"Goodbye, brother and sister. Xiangling waved his hand vigorously, and the master and apprentice disappeared into the rain.

"It's really cold, I just hope that today's events won't leave scars in her heart, otherwise the laughing swordsman will be a hurdle that she can't pass. Xiao Shu sighed.

"She is still young and mentally immature, and it is inevitable that she will be sad for a while, but if she says that she will become a heart disorder, she will not, speaking of which, what was your original request?" Linglongzi asked with a smile, and her long gray hair became more and more transcendent.

"I just mentioned it casually at the time. Xiao Shu picked up the umbrella that was thrown aside by Linglongzi, handed it back to her, and said, "Don't catch a cold, now I am your nominal master." ”

Linglongzi took the umbrella and said with a smile, "Yes, Master Xiao." ”

"Forget it, let's call me Xiao Shu, it sounds weird, haven't you already found your own way, I can't teach you anything, the name of the master is just a title. Xiao Shu said indifferently, Linglongzi no longer has a sense of disobedience in forcibly practicing selflessness, but instead has another inexplicable artistic conception.

Looking at Xiao Shu's distant back, the corners of Linglongzi's mouth hooked up a touch, "You have taught me enough." ”

Tianjizi passed away for no reason, Zhang Daoquan left with the coffin, and the laughing swordsman also stayed soon, the departure of the three masters of the Tianxuan Realm made the martial arts seem a little boring, and some of the remaining sects also left after the end of the younger generation of martial arts, and what everyone was looking forward to at the moment was no longer the martial arts in the next three days, but the discussion of the Qingyun Sword Shrine three months later.

Wei Fu was bored in his heart, and he didn't bother to care about how the martial arts were held, just as a formality, let the disciples in the door take care of it, as long as they didn't make trouble with people's lives, everything was easy to say, and they could fight as much as they liked.

The original lively Tiancang faction, nearly half of the people left, Tianjizi died This is a big deal, and the laughing swordsman is also a big deal against Zhang Daoquan, and the various sects are scattered for a while, and the rest of the sects are just some small doors, either want to take this opportunity to make a name for themselves or have grievances, but unfortunately there are no spectators and it is not very interesting.

At noon the next day, Xiao Shu and Linglongzi came to Mirror Lake as promised.

There is only one boat floating with the waves on the lake, the laughing swordsman sits on the bow of the boat with his eyes closed, the sky is sunny and windy, it is indeed a good time to fish, but without the usual boats, it seems a little empty and gloomy.

The two of them walked on the waves and landed on the boat, Linglongzi was extraordinary, but Xiao Shu stumbled a little, even if he practiced these days, but the progress was not satisfactory, and he stepped on the boat, and the hull of the boat kept shaking, disturbing the fish.

The laughing swordsman couldn't help frowning when he saw Linglongzi, but he didn't say anything, looked at the scattered fish, put away the fishing rod, and pushed his hand out of thin air, and the calmly floating boat immediately looked like a wild goose, and the scenery on both sides of the strait passed quickly, but even at such a fast speed, the boat was still stable, leaving only a water wave, without a trace of waves.

The control and grasp of the Inner Yuan in the Heavenly Xuan Realm is vividly embodied, if it is a person in the Earth Xuan Realm, it can also make the boat travel so fast, but it will definitely not be so stable, and it may also set off turbulent waves.

Jinghu Lake is not a dead lake, the various rivers and waterways connect the whole Linzhou, such as cobwebs, but it happens to gather together here, become a lake, so there are many fishermen in Linzhou, also known as the water town, the fastest in Linzhou is not to ride a horse, but to take the waterway, because the waterway is really extending in all directions, and there are many shortcuts to the trail.

Half a day later, there is no longer the smoke and dust of the world, the hazy distant mountains are covered with a thin veil, and the shadows are sufficient, flickering far and near in the smoke and clouds, if they are about to leave, like a few light ink dotted on the horizon.

The boat gradually slows down, the general scene of this fairyland outside the world, can't help but make people can't help but reverie, Linglongzi takes off the jade flute on his waist, and the distant and ethereal sound of the flute should be with this scene, and there is more style.

There is less grudge and more leisurely forgetfulness, and even Xiao Shu can't help but close his eyes and beat the beat.

Although this song is good, it lacks three points of love, if there is a combination of piano and ser, it is called a superb sound. The laughing swordsman interjected inappropriately.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, Linglongzi did not put down the jade flute in his hand for a long time, looked at the green mountains in the distance, and said with a smile: "Born and reciprocated, but a hundred years, what about love? ”

"You can see it thoroughly, but it's a pity that you were born as a human being, how can you avoid the word love and hatred?" The laughing swordsman seemed to feel something, and sighed, not at all like the usual frivolous personality.

Linglongzi looked at the landscape quietly, she had no answer in her heart, the death of Tianjizi not only took away her ten years of life, but also made her face her own incompetence, how powerless mortals are in the face of life and death, what is the use of feelings?

"Forgetfulness, is this what you see?" Xiao Shu glanced at the vast sky, as far as his eyes could see, empty, still empty.

I don't know if it's an illusion or looking away, Xiao Shu always feels that Linglongzi's gray hair is three points more than yesterday, and a good green silk is white at the moment, like an old man, he can't understand Linglongzi's state of mind, but he knows that this will not be much better than forgetting himself, and even more decisive, when a person decides to forget his feelings, he may be in response to that sentence, and his sorrow is greater than his heart dying.

The boat landed at the foot of a mountain that was rarely visited, and the laughing swordsman became silent at this time, just leading the way in front alone, turning left and right, and walking through the forest with a familiar car, the mountain is not big, the radius is only ten miles, but in half a moment, the eyes suddenly opened up.

A green meadow was dotted with small flowers, and a young man leaned against a big tree, with a stick of grass in his mouth, and slept peacefully with his eyes closed.

The laughing swordsman turned his head to signal the two to silence, stepped forward silently, took off his robe, bent down, and lightly draped it over the young man.

"Brother...... Are you back?" the boy was still awakened, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"How many times have you said it, don't sleep here, why don't you listen?" the laughing swordsman pretended to be angry and stretched out his finger and flicked his forehead.

The young man smiled, rubbed his forehead and said, "This sleep is comfortable, I always have nightmares in the sleeping room, brother, they are ...... I think I've seen that red umbrella somewhere. ”

"It's okay, you go play, my brother will take care of it. The laughing swordsman didn't want to say anything, touched the boy's head, took out a wooden doll from his arms and handed it to him, in the end, it was a child's heart, as soon as he saw the toy, he forgot what he wanted to say, and happily took it and ran.

"Are you the son of a laughing swordsman?" Xiao Shu slowly walked to the crooked tree, and next to the young man's sleep, there was a stone tablet, the tomb of his father Lu Xiwen.

"Yes, my name is Lu Nianqing, and my name is Siqiu. Lu Nianqing took off the white mask, his face was resolute, and he had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but he could see that he was no more than thirty years old.

"If I'm not mistaken, if the predecessor of the laughing swordsman is over eighty years old when he is alive and has not married a wife, why ......" Linglongzi had not finished speaking, and he had already guessed most of it in his heart.

"Why? He owes us, and when he is dying, he looks at the woman he painted, saying that he is finally free, do you really think that this skill can offset the debt he owes? The poor mother died depressed, and waited for him for decades in her life, but she didn't even have a proper name, and would rather scatter ashes to feed the fish than be buried with him, for fear of disturbing his dreams after death!" Lu Nianqing's face was a little distorted and roared, at this moment he didn't have to pretend to be that villain anymore, after taking off the mask, he was just Lu Nianqing.

It's another love word, how many people has this word harmed?

What martial arts realm, are vulnerable, it is difficult to stop until death, the cycle of cause and effect, love and hatred, hatred and hatred, is it really impossible to escape from being born?

Linglongzi was silent.

"The person you're looking for has long since died, and I just got Momiji by chance. Xiao Shu ignored Lu Nianqing's stunned expression, took out the wooden comb from his arms, and gently placed it in front of Lu Xiwen's monument.

"If you have nothing to do with that person, what is this wooden comb!?" Lu Nianqing still didn't give up, and snatched the wooden comb, how could this old yellowed wooden comb withstand his grip like this, it was broken in half in an instant, and sawdust fell on the tombstone.

"Brother...... What's wrong with you?" the young man grabbed the puppet in his hand, and looked at the always gentle brother with a hideous look at the moment with a dull look.

"It's okay, it's okay. Lu Nianqing barely pulled out a smile.

"Actually, you don't hate the swordsman, otherwise you wouldn't have brought us here, but you would have killed us a long time ago. Linglongzi stepped forward and gently brushed the debris off the tombstone.

"No, it's not like that, I'm going to kill the person who has been thinking about him for most of his life in front of him! How has he ever seen us in front of us for so many years? I only know how to draw this person all day long!" Lu Nianqing roared in a low voice, and with a wave of his hand, no less than a hundred paintings flew out of the cabin.

The painting is full of women dressed in purple

Dancing swords in the snow, taking a boat to find the river, waving inscriptions, boiling water and drinking tea......