Fu Huanjing was fed up with the sword immortal wind source spirit, so he walked by the immortal bridge and killed the demon with a sword.

I remember that it was the day of the first dragon slaying battle, and the Sword Immortal Feng Yuanling privately learned that the Demon Clan was going to attack the territory of the Fish Kingdom when all the Sword Immortals slay the dragon.

Without saying a word to all the sword immortals, his sword immortal Feng Yuanling shirked the matter and was absent from the first dragon slaying battle.

His Sword Immortal Wind Source Spirit is not afraid of the dragon's flames, but his best friends who are unwilling to fight together, in the face of the bloodthirsty demon clan, he Feng Yuan Spirit can pick it up with one shoulder.

Along the way, his Feng Yuanling's close friends, relatives and friends were disabled, which was a result he did not want to see.

Or maybe he overestimated his abilities from the beginning, and he thought he could afford the loss of his best friends and relatives, all of this was worth it for the sake of righteousness.

However, Feng Yuanling is a person after all, he will miss his old friend, his heart will ache like a knife, and he will drink and cry.

This time, he Feng Yuanling decided to go alone with a sword, although there are thousands of demon clans, I will go!

Fu Huanjing and Murong Luanjie, the two of them went through all kinds of dangers and finally found the supreme magic weapon.

Although the two were very satisfied with the result, Fu Huanjing did not want his confidante to take risks for himself again.

So, Fu Huanjing used the Heavenly Machine Stone to send Murong Luanjie back to Fangcun Mountain in the Illusory Realm safely.

Fu Huanjing, who has already become a Kun Ling, although his body is full of spiritual energy, he still needs to build a foundation and cultivate yuan with poor donkey skills.

The young man stared at the corner of the table and said, "Anyone will always go, sir, when will you leave?"

Mei Yaochen said: "It's only been a day or two, I'm afraid of going in a hurry." There is no need to be serious about all kinds of things in the world, and if you send this life, it will be a hundred. ”

With that, he went indifferently.

The young man sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of the box, and then remembered the woman in Tsing Yi. The man in Tsing Yi came out of the box, peeked at the young man, and closed the door tightly. She listened to the words of the two and knew that the young man in front of her was already lonely, but tonight she happened to be separated from the old gentleman, and she really had to shut up her life in the future.

The man in Tsing Yi said softly: "The person who was still there just now, don't you tell you that you don't have to be serious?"

She paced a few steps and said, "Then in the future, are you going to enter the capital to test your fame?" Seeing that you live in a bookcase, it's difficult not to lift it, right?"

The young man smiled: "The blacksmith sleeps in Gange, but he is superb in martial arts?"

The man in Tsing Yi said angrily: "His iron-striking skills are exquisite, and he is the same as your scholars' calligraphy skills." ”

The young man said: "Where can I be counted? Besides, I would rather be a centurion than a scholar." I'd rather sleep in the arsenal. can't be a martial artist, if you know how to strike iron, at least you will be dyed with chivalry. If someone is immortal, I want to be immortal with a sword! The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone, but if one day he can serve in the army and kill in Hudi, he will be drunk and lying on the battlefield and admit it! If he is fortunate enough to triumph, he is also willing to gallop thousands of miles like in Mulan's poem, and it is even more wonderful to send me back to his hometown, but where is it still there? Qiyun Mountain? There is no hometown, then there is no way to talk about the grandmother and sister, hey......

The young man began with a resolute gaze and a sonorous tone, as if a million enemy soldiers were about to go into battle to kill the enemy. Later, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a wry smile.

The man in Tsing Yi saw that he was sincere, not like pretentious, and couldn't help but think about all kinds of unbearable situations in the future. Although he still wanted to inquire about Wushang's swordsmanship, he looked sad when he bowed his head slightly, and his expression was sad, it was obvious that he had been holding back in his heart for a long time just now, no matter how open-minded he was as a child, he would be lonely if he lived alone for a long time.

What else can I do to talk to him? Could it be that I don't have a lot of chivalrous spirit when he said it? Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "Then what about your father and mother, where are your relatives?"

The young man said gloomily: "I heard Mr. Mei say that I was abandoned on the side of the road and let Master Lu pick it up." But my father and mother must be a last resort, this can't complain about them, isn't it? ”

These last four sentences are from a poem in the Han Dynasty, written by a long-ailing mother on her deathbed, with sincere words, compared with the later flashy and talented poems, it is really necessary to teach Taikang Luoying, Qi Liang put it in charge. Although that poem was in the Song Dynasty, women and children often sang it.

The man in Tsing Yi listened to the young man's softer and softer voice, and felt that every word the young man said was full of sentimentality, and he recalled his past situation and felt some pity.

I looked at the boy again, but I saw that he was only twelve or thirteen years old, with light clothes and a thin body, and he could be regarded as skeletal and erect. When he raised his head slightly, he saw that he was plain-looking, pale, and had a shallow scar from his ear to his neck, and his appearance was really not pleasant.

She was sneaking at night, and if she was caught, even if she didn't get killed, it would be extremely sinister. I also know what a secret the sword technique is hidden, but I always have to give it a try. But she is also a person of the most affectionate and sexual, and now this young man is lonely, sincere and kind-hearted, and naturally feels pity, and will not stay for a while.

The man in Tsing Yi pushed down the young man's shoulders and whispered, "Who doesn't have anything unsatisfactory." Okay, don't you still want to beat the Hu people? Don't you want to wipe your tears, just let them collect the accounts and cut the land? You're also a boy. ”

The young man said: "Yes, maybe my father and mother are still alive and still thinking about me." At this time, I looked at the moon, and maybe they were looking at me under the moon! It's just that the bronze mirror in the sky is too small, and there are so many people shining on it, so crowded, I can't see their appearance clearly. ”

The man in Tsing Yi frowned slightly and said, "You kid, you have to press out some water in every word, and your heart hurts your body." ”

But as she spoke, she also turned her head to look out the window.

The young man said, "What can we get by living once? As if we just want to appreciate the joys and sorrows of this world." Once you die, everything in your life is gone, and all you can take away is the sorrow and joy of the past, so it seems that sadness is not all bad. ”

The young man leaned against the wall next to the bed, and continued: "It can also be compared to a plain silk, if every small blank is dyed, it cannot be changed. The length of the plain silk is also a living life. Otherwise, how can I be close to my father and mother but far away, and how many people in the world can spend the festival with you here?"

The man in Tsing Yi snorted, as if he felt something. She stared at the young man for a long time, her thoughts had already returned to a few years ago when she left home to wander, how sad and bitter, her sister had not seen her for many years, and her parents were afraid that they were too old, so why not miss them, but said that they were near and far away.

Now this child is only afraid that he is not as good as himself, and in the future, he will be lonely and miserable, and he will suffer a lot.

I thought that I was now without relatives and no reason, and I sympathized with him. Speaking of fate, it seems that there is really a lot with him. The man in Tsing Yi hesitated, but still took off the green cloth covering his face, leaned over in front of the young man, and was distracted for a while.

The young man quietly glanced at the woman in Tsing Yi and was also distracted. But I saw that there was a woman in her early twenties, who was born very beautifully, with tears in her beautiful eyes, and the tip of her nose was a little red.

The woman smiled and said, "You're right! Seeing that I have run away from home since I was a child, it has been almost seven years, and I can say what I want to see and what I don't want to see. It's really accurate that the two of us can meet here today. You said that such a big Qiyun Mountain, such a big Sword Pavilion, why did I see you as soon as I opened the window?"

He smiled and said, "Then, how old are you and what is your name?"

When the boy saw that she was good-looking, he cried and laughed. also gave birth to a sense of cordiality, and said boldly: "My name is Tang Yu, as for the words." It's as good as Mr. Ouyang today, Uncle Yong. I think I'm fourteen years old. ”

"What's the matter, you're insincere, not accurate. I missed making up a name to sue me, the key is that it's still so ugly. What are you going to do, uncle!" The woman in Tsing Yi said angrily, turned her face angrily, slightly revealing the jade ears between her hair, soft and snowy.

Tang Yu also seemed a little apologetic, and said with a smile: "I was picked up, and no one gave me a name." I also came up with this Tang character and Yu character myself, so I think it's okay to say it. As for the words, I didn't think about it, as soon as you ask about the name and the word, I have to make up an improvised one to listen to you. ”

The woman smiled again and said, "It's very similar, my name is..."

When the words came to his mouth, he suddenly paused, thought about it for a while, and then said the two words "Wang Grate" casually compared it, and smiled again, and raised his tone and said: "I am much older than you, several generations older than you." I think you're lonely, and I don't have any relatives. It's better to do it like this, give you a cheap job, and I will call you my brother. I don't care. I just think it's quite sweet that you screamed a few times just now. ”

As he spoke, he smiled sweetly again.

Tang Yu grew up in Qiyun Mountain since he was a child, and the women he saw were all Taoist priests from old palace maids. A beautiful girl like Wang Grate, but it's the first time I've seen it.

Tang Yu smiled stiffly, stared straight at Wang Grate, his mouth was open for a long time and he couldn't speak, and then he blinked and said, "Are you serious? Then don't I have a sister?

Tang Yu wanted to praise Wang Grate's appearance, but he couldn't say anything. I was still muttering that tears had flowed out, and one by two fell on my forehead.

Wang Grate's heart fluctuated, but he said briskly: "Since this is the case, let's bow down." Like my good-looking and hurting young lady, you're beautiful, aren't you?"

Tang Yu smiled: "Why is it young sister, aren't you a few years older than me?" said both of them laughing.

The two of them then took the moon as the direction, hugged their fists and said again, blessed to share with the gods, and then bowed eight times. After Tang Yu got up, he called out "sister" and couldn't help but cry again, and it was difficult to suppress it, so he sat down and leaned over to cry.

Wang Grate patted Tang Yu softly on the shoulder, and also sat beside Tang Yu with his back to the wall, looking around, the furnishings in the room seemed to be listening quietly, and he deliberately put his smile very softly.

The moon has been slanted to the west, almost into the lower corner of the west frame of the window, but the soft bright moon still tries its best to imprint the moonlight on the two of them, the hated moon for thousands of years, today is a strange round, as if the moon is really made of water, and the tears of relief can fill the lack of the moon!

Wang Grate held Tang Yu's little hand, and told her childhood anecdotes, what fishing bait pears, what pitching pots and rowing boats, flowing water, and when it came to the joy of the two of them, they both covered their mouths and smiled, Wang Grate let Tang Yu rely on himself, thinking of what he did tonight, and couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart.

The two talked like this for more than half an hour, and Wang Grate said suddenly: "I won't tell you, I came here to steal the book called Wushang Sword Calligraphy, and my sister doesn't want you to be unjust, so I don't want it." I got a little brother today, and I made a very, very good profit. You led me to say that the Sword Pavilion was going around, this is not a few famous buildings in the Great Song Dynasty. I didn't think there was such a broken child as you living in it, but since I was my brother, it hasn't been broken. ”

So the two of them went out of the house, but they saw that the Sword Pavilion was originally a hollow pavilion, and the books were hidden in the surrounding rooms. The bright candles in the hall are shining, and the red column is golden. Rafter beam streamer, wall color picking, painted with water beast Peng bird, Peng Zu snail, during which an old man forgets the realm, is the Zhuang Zhou of the dream butterfly.

Wang Grate said: "The Qiyun faction said that the Sword Pavilion is very much the majesty of our Bianjing Daqing Palace! Haha!"

Tang Yu said: "If this is the palace, then my sister is the emperor's mother, and the slave will say goodbye to the mother." ”

Saying that he is blessed.

Wang Grate smiled and said: "What about such a sweet mouth? If you really become a big official in the future, ninety percent of you will be a minister." ”

Tang Yu said: "Then I still need a sister and a mother, how many promotions." Sisters and brothers are all in the land, poor and glorious. ”

Wang Grate just smiled and said, "Wushang Sword Technique, if you really put it here, you have to be careful." Later generations are afraid that there will be more and more. ”

Tang Yu said: "How good is this Wushang Sword Technique, many people have broken through the mountain gate recently, I heard that it is for this book, and I have lived here for ten years, and I have never read any Wushang Sword Book." ”

Wang Grate said: "That book is quite mysterious swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, how can it be easy to see, not to mention that you are not from the Qiyun faction." If you say that there is no Shang Sword Book, but no one can explain it, and no one has ever practiced this set of sword techniques. ”

Tang Yu said: "Since no one has practiced it, how did you create kung fu?"

Wang Grate thought for a moment and said, "About thirty years ago, a martial arts wizard named Zhao Shang appeared in the rivers and lakes. This person has been in the Qiyun faction since he was a child, and he is obsessed with swordsmanship, but he had a serious illness when he was weak in the year of the crown, and as a result, he fell into the root of his weak body. If he can't practice martial arts, he will concentrate on research, perhaps because he can't practice martial arts, so he has a great understanding of his wisdom, and in his twenties, he actually pointed out the flaws in the moves of Qiyun swordsmanship that have been passed down for hundreds of years, and every time he hit the nail on the head, he hit the nail on the head. This incident can be described as a sensation in the martial arts, and at the beginning, he only entertained himself by researching and creating swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship was full of strange tricks. ”

Later, Zhao Shang admired a girl, but this girl was indifferent to him. So Zhao Shang tried every means to please her, which inevitably cost some silver. After that, Zhao Shang created a swordsmanship and sold it with a lot of money, and the girl's indifference made his personality more and more gloomy. After a long time, the strange moves in the swordsmanship created by Zhao Shang have all turned into killing moves and poisonous moves, and many sword moves are comparable to the moves of the cult Qingling Sword School at that time. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Grate shrugged his shoulders self-deprecatingly, and said: "Those who have learned his swordsmanship have done evil, and some people have used the subtlety of his swordsmanship to wantonly cause trouble. Some disciples of the Jianghu sect were also involved in this turmoil. Many of the martial arts students were injured and killed by Zhao Shang's swordsmanship, and the people in the same way couldn't bear it, and finally selected a few respected seniors to find Zhao Shang. But he was so secretive and cunning that he could find it later. ”

"But those swordsmanship that harms people are still harmful to goodness. After a few years, Zhao Shang and his old man finally fell in love with another girl, and the two were in love, and Zhao Shang cherished this confidante very much. Naturally, I also realized the true tenderness of the world, and felt that it was very undeserving to betray swordsmanship, teach people to commit murder and evil, cause other people's wives to be separated, and ruin families. ”

"I devoted myself to martial arts again, and spent ten years to create a set of wonderful swordsmanship that is said to be able to sword the rivers and lakes, just to cure the evil moves he had created before, this set of swordsmanship is called Wushang Swordsmanship. At the beginning, he personally selected a few rising stars in the martial arts and carefully taught them. In the past few years, no one has been able to learn one or two of them, which has aroused the curiosity of everyone in the rivers and lakes, and then this sword book that records the sword technique of Wushang disappeared somehow, and it suddenly came out recently, and the sword technique is still hidden in the sword pavilion of the Qiyun faction. ”

Wang Grate talked for a long time, but Tang Yu just listened to the story and waited for the following. At the end of the fifth watch, the two returned to the house.

Wang Grate stroked Tang Yu's hair and said, "Brother, I must go." I'll give you my jade pendant, I'm afraid that you will be handsome in the future, and my sister won't come out. ”

Wang Grate had already taken off a jade pendant from his neck, put it in Tang Yu's palm and said, "I've been here, so don't tell others." ”

Tang Yu was a little choked up at this time, and reluctantly said, "That sister, will you still come?"

Tang Yu just had a relative, and he was about to be separated immediately, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

Wang Grate said: "According to you, we are so fateful, naturally we will meet again, you have to grow taller and stronger! If you are still so weak, you still need your protection." ”

After that, Wang Grate turned around and walked to the window, put on the wide-sleeved clothes, and as soon as he leaned over and jumped down, the sleeves became arcs and slowly floated down.

Tang Yu stood for a long time, wiped away his tears, and remembered Du Fu's two poems in his heart: "Tomorrow is separated by mountains, and the world is boundless." ”

Looking into the distance, the mountain line is painted red, and the sky is almost bright.

A distant friend of Fu Huanjing, the sword is extremely independent, the peak is like a knife, and the cold wind is biting.

Two arrogant swordsmen, standing upright like hundred-year-old pines and cypresses, each holding an unsheathed sword, bowed their heads and remained silent.

A white-clothed Shengxue, but his face was a little paler than that of Blizzard, and the straight man was terrified.

A black-clothed man with a face-piercing coldness in his face, the illusory creatures in the surrounding world were very interested and had already retreated.

Just like the suffocating dead silence in this illusory world, in the ground, the wind suddenly rose, and there seemed to be a lightning bolt slashing and sliding through the sky.

Then everything went back to peace, as if nothing had happened.

It's still two javelin-like figures, still two swords hidden deep in their sheaths.

The face of the man in white was even paler, but the man in black had a little more tiredness in his eyes.

"I lost. The man in black said slowly.

"You didn't lose, it's just that your sword is slow", the man in white said with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, no matter who is in this situation, he may be in a better mood.

"If you slow down, you lose!" the man in black looked a little more tired, and there were still some things he didn't say.

For a swordsman, being slow means that you are no longer in control of your own destiny, and being slow means that someone else can plunge a sword into your throat at any time.

He didn't say it, because he knew that these words didn't need to be said at all, and the man in white could understand them.

The smile on the corner of the man in white's mouth disappeared, and strangely, there was a little more worry in his eyes.

Of course, he could understand what the men in black meant, just because they were all swordsmen, swordsmen who lived by swords.

What's more, there are not many swordsmen like the two of them in the rivers and lakes, maybe not one.

There was more worry in his eyes, and it was only because they were friends.

Years of life and death, years of heart-to-heart care, have made them have a kind of emotion and tacit understanding beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It's just that this time, the man in white really doesn't understand what has made the invincible swordsman in front of him change so much.

He didn't understand, he knew that the man in black would not say it, but he wanted to know the truth, because only by finding the truth could he help him.

"I'm not a mother-in-law. The man in white spoke slowly.

"You know, but," he said, searching for the right words.

"I know what you mean, then you should know me too, and there are some things that you shouldn't ask, don't say them," the man in black smiled bitterly.

"How long have we not seen each other, three years?" the man in white tried to divert the subject.

"Yes, three years and one month" The expression of the man in black was much more relaxed than just now.

"Last time we were in Tongzhou, time flies. ”

"Yes, three years and one month," the man in white repeated.

"It's not long, but it's not short. ”

Then, the two men began to fall silent.

Three years is enough time for a lot of things to happen, and a lot of people have changed.

Newborn babies have learned to run.

The little girl who has just fallen in love may have become someone else's beautiful girl.

But none of this is the crux of the matter.

The crux of the matter may be that in the past three years, what happened to the man in black that made him change so much.

If it was before, the man in white would never have thought of such a thing.

Even now, he still refuses to believe this fact.

However, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that the sword of the man in black has slowed down.

The fact is that his person has also changed.

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon, and the sun was no longer so dazzling, but it was much warmer.

The man in black suddenly said in a vague voice, "If it's convenient, maybe you can go to my hut and have a look."

Maybe he wanted to talk about home, but it was temporarily converted into a cabin, maybe he didn't want his old friends of many years to see him so short of breath.

Everyone knows that the difference between home and house, especially for swordsmen who wander all year round, home is already a very unfamiliar word.

"Good"

The man in white almost blurted out, because he knew that the change in the man in black must have something to do with this hut, and perhaps, the answer was in that hut.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out, with the personality of the man in black, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to invite.

Now, the man in white has to believe that the man in black has changed far more than he imagined.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a winding path.

Although it is inaccessible and mostly covered by weeds, you can still see it clearly from the top of the peak.

At the other end of the path, there is a bamboo forest.

Walking through the bamboo forest, I saw a small, open field.

Two low thatched huts stood quietly.

"That's my cabin," the man in black's tone was noticeably brighter, and the clouds of defeat seemed to have lifted.

The man in white wanted to say something similar to praise, but he felt that his throat was dry, and even accompanied by a slight bitter taste.

He was amazed that the man in black was able to forget the defeat just now.

If it had been left in the past, it would have been absolutely impossible to happen.

For a swordsman who has lived by swords all his life and regards swords as his life, it should have been a heart-piercing pain.

However, now on the face of the man in black, all he saw was longing and attachment to those two huts.

He could only follow the guidance of his enthusiastic master, moving mechanically.

Perhaps only he knows what he feels like in his heart right now.

But who can know what the man in black tastes like at this time?

When I arrived at the front of the house, I found that there was a low bamboo fence around the hut, and some unknown small flowers were mixed between the two sides.

The heart of the man in white suddenly jumped.

Because he found that there was a faint smoke around the hut.

He believed that he was close to the answer to the question, and although it was similar to what he thought, he still felt a little surprised when it came to the moment.

Behind the smoke, of course, there is a burst of rice.

Many people believe that the aroma of rice in the wild is definitely more fragrant than that in other places.

Although, there is not much truth, but many people seem to agree with this.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the time for dinner would come so soon," said the man in black, as he took off his robe, untied the long sword at his waist, and hung it on a bald tree outside the house.

Now he has completely become a warm owner who is greeting guests from afar.

If it weren't for the man in white, who would have believed that the person with a smile on his face in front of him was the arrogant swordsman who was as cold as frost just now.

The man in white was also surprised, but he had to believe that this fact was happening right in front of his eyes.

Even if this fact is a bit cruel, he must embrace it.

He has always been inseparable from his sword, because he believes that swords, like people, have feelings, and a swordsman needs to communicate with his sword at any time to communicate emotional entanglements, and cultivate that trust and tacit understanding at any time.

He knew that the man in black understood this truth better than he did, because this was their life and belief in the past.

But now, the familiar but somewhat strange person in front of him casually untied the sword that he once regarded as life and everything, not only casually, but also naturally.

The man in white didn't untie his sword, but just took off his robe.

He knew he didn't need to think about anything now, because he knew that as long as he entered the hut in front of him, everything would have an answer.

The man in white suddenly felt very nervous, it was a very strange feeling, he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Ever since he killed the three masters of the Purgatory Village with his sword, there were few major events on the rivers and lakes that could make him nervous.

Including the decisive battle with the man in black just now, it was supposed to be a decisive battle where life and death hung by a thread.

But only the man in white knew that from this moment on, he knew that he had won.

Because he didn't feel a trace of killing intent from the man in black, he should have felt a suffocating sense of oppression like Mount Tai collapsing in front of him.

However, he didn't notice the slightest thing, so he didn't feel the slightest bit nervous.

For a swordsman like them, the slightest meaning may be all there is.

As the saying goes, a millimeter of miss is a thousand miles away.

For those of them who are the best at the top, this is definitely not an ethereal empty word.

What's even more ridiculous is that what makes him nervous and uneasy now is that he is only happy with the half-hidden firewood in front of him.

The man in white adjusted his breathing briefly, he had already thought about it, and went to face what he saw when he entered the door.

He even figured out which part of his left hand he was going to use to gently push the door open.

Because his right hand needs to be used to draw his sword at any time.

Just when he was secretly satisfied with his state, the door in front of him suddenly opened.

The door, of course, does not open on its own, even if it is a chai door.

Of course, the door was pushed open, because the people in the room had already sensed his arrival.

He, of course, is the man in black.

Perhaps, this is the life they have been living between them for the past three years.

In the evening or early afternoon, a virtuous wife, who had prepared a delicious meal early, waited for her husband in front of the house.

This is a warm picture that has existed and will continue to exist for thousands of years.

It's just that the man in white didn't expect that he would also become a scene in this picture.

He wanted to smile bitterly, and when it came to this time, he wanted to smile bitterly.

This time, however, he didn't laugh.

Because, suddenly, he saw, a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

He had seen many, many eyes, bright, dark, desperate, even begging.

However, these eyes made him stunned for a moment.

It's not because of how bright these eyes are, he keeps telling himself that he is no longer the ignorant young man who just debuted.

It's not because of how beautiful the person in front of you is. Because even the fairy in the sky, Chang'e in the moon, would not surprise him so much.

He was stunned for a long time, but because of him, he felt that these eyes were familiar.

He knew that he must have seen such a pair of eyes in some familiar place, at a specific time and date, once upon a time.

That's all it takes, the donkey skills are exhausted, and the foundation is built and cultivated.