The old woman with the sword on her back walked straight for a day and didn't walk to the foot of Miaoling Mountain, looking at the mountain tired horses, although Zhao Xiaosi's shop is near Miaoling Mountain, but there are still twenty or thirty miles away from the root of the mountain.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark again, the old woman was tired of sitting on the big stone beside the road, and the last ray of light at dusk was also blocked by the Miaoling Mountain that entered the clouds. At first warm, it was still cold, and the birds and birds entered the nest early, and under the root of the mountain, in the dense forest, there was only such a lonely old woman.

The old woman stood on her dragon's head crutches aside, wrenched her knees with great effort, and tapped her tired legs with one hand. said in his mouth: "If that kid says let me stay with him for the rest of my life, I will definitely not leave, won't I eat your bowl of haggis soup every day, and I won't be able to treat you badly." The soup is delicious. But it's already good for you kid to do this......" The old woman muttered to herself, muttering, people probably love to mumble when they get old.

"Eldest sister, it's cold at the foot of this mountain, I see that you are thinly dressed, why are you sitting here?" said an old man carrying a basket from the mountain.

The old woman raised her head, nodded her head and said hello, "Originally, I was here to go up to that Miaoling Mountain, and I went through a lot of hard work to get here." ”

"Oh, this mountain is so high, can you climb it with your bones?" asked the old man.

"In the morning, there was also a young man who persuaded me not to climb, for fear that I would die of exhaustion halfway, I didn't listen to him at that time, first, I had promised others to help bring a letter, and second, I really wanted to see the demeanor of the Lingshan Sword Sect and all sword immortals. But now that I'm here, I'm also retreating, this mountain is in the clouds, when will I be able to climb it? The old woman bowed her head and sighed, and with a sad face, she continued, "It's still the meal I ate in the morning, and I'm tired and hungry all day, and I really regret not listening to the young man's advice." ”

The slightly bald old man took the basket and said, "Eldest sister, if you don't dislike it, I have some dishes and a few steamed buns, but there is no wine, otherwise, let's eat a bite here casually, and then you can go back, eldest sister." ”

After that, the old man took out the two dishes and a few steamed buns in the basket, as well as two pairs of chopsticks.

The old woman said with a smile as if she had seen the dawn: "Okay, good, there are many people in this Lingshan Sword Sect's territory, and it is worthy of being a great faction that has been inherited for thousands of years." Listen to people's advice, eat enough, and when I meet you today, I will no longer go up the mountain. "Anyway, the two old people eat, you have a chopstick, I have a chopstick, it is completely the scene of the two old couples in the mountain village living their daily lives, eating quietly and simply.

The old woman finished chewing the last bite of steamed buns and said, "Thank you for being full." ”

The old man said that he was not polite, and began to clean up the plate in his hand, ate the last bite of the dish on the plate, and dipped the soup at the bottom of the plate with steamed buns, and ate all the leftovers. Put the plate into the bamboo basket in a regular manner.

The old woman said: "I originally thought that the Lingshan Sword Immortals were all free and easy, did not eat the fireworks of the world, and were all masters who could not be down-to-earth, but they also lived the same life as ordinary people. ”

The old man replied: "The people of the Lingshan Sword Sect are also people, where there are any real sword immortals, they are all spread by falsehood, I have lived here all my life, and I have never seen a real immortal." He wiped a handful of oil from his mouth and rubbed his hands together, not only to keep warm, but also because there was no place to wipe the oil, so that it could be wiped off.

"This morning I saw from afar the flying swords in the sky, and there were people standing on them, and they were all majestic. I don't know if the old woman has a good eye, can I see the magic soldier of the Lingshan faction, the black unicorn that has been passed down for thousands of years?" said the old woman.

"It's also a disappointment when I see it, I haven't been able to handle it yet, it's just a broken iron rod. While the old man spoke, at the top of Miaoling Peak, a bladeless black sword rose from the ground, like a unicorn bathed in fire, rushing down Miaoling Mountain along the mountain. The momentum of pulling out the mountains is powerful.

At the same time, the simple sword behind Fan Qiushuang, without any decoration, buzzed out of its sheath, and the sword light was snow-white. The name of this sword is "Ruixue", and it comes from the snowless Jiangnan.

In addition to one city, two temples, two views, five major factions, four small gates, and ten dart boards, there are many hermit masters. This Fan Qiushuang is the master of the world of the sword of the rivers and lakes, known as "Autumn Frost and Ruixue, from the south of the Yangtze River, a sword through the sky, and the rivers and lakes are cold".

The white Ruixue Sword went up the hillside to the wind, heading straight for the black Qilin Sword. The momentum of the two divine weapons is really like a white dragon against a black unicorn.

The night has just fallen, a glow through the sky rushes to the sky, a large pit of dozens of zhang appears on the mountain, and the huge blasting sound is completely annihilated in the glow, and the people around Miaoling Mountain, as long as they look up, can see the dazzling beam, but they can't hear the slightest sound.

After the two divine weapons collided, they rushed down the mountain at high speed, the Ruixue Sword returned to Fan Qiushuang's hand, and the black unicorn swam around Xia Yunhai like a small black dragon.

At this time, the old woman had a straight waist, her aura soared, and she was as sharp as a sword.

The old man Xia Yunhai also accepted the casualness just now, just like the demeanor of a great sect master.

Without words, Fan Qiushuang raised his sword to attack, and the black unicorn flew to defend on its own. On the surface, it looks like a thousand miles of soul chasing is standing there calmly, but only a master can see that Xia Yunhai, whose body has not moved, is not easier than holding a sword with his own hands at this time.

Fan Qiushuang is like a white mist wrapping the sea of summer clouds layer by layer, and the black mangs and white blades are intertwined gorgeously. The surrounding trees, mountains and rocks were smashed to pieces by the fierce sword qi.

Finally, Fan Qiushuang drew her sword and retreated, jumping out, and when she stood firm, the black unicorn reached her forehead, and if it went any further, it would enter her head.

Fan Qiushuang turned back to the appearance of the old dragon bell who was about to die. The black unicorn flew back behind Xia Yunhai on its own. The old woman put her sword into its sheath.

In the short battle, neither of them used all their strength, but they just stopped at the point. There is neither the sword of Tongtian that has not appeared in the rivers and lakes for decades, nor the thousand-mile soul chasing that Xia Yunhai will die for. The two top masters of the rivers and lakes who asked Yu Jian met for the first time, and after a few hasty moves, there would probably not be a second fight for the rest of their lives. It's really not fun. However, these two know that the opponent is worthy of being a master of the rivers and lakes for a long time. Fan Qiushuang's swordsmanship is slightly higher than Xia Yunhai's, Xia Yunhai's sword path is higher than Fan Qiushuang's, if he is desperate, Xia Yunhai should exchange half his life for Fan Qiushuang's life.

"Okay, okay, the Lingshan Sword Sect is worthy of being one of the five major factions, today I saw the demeanor of the head of Xia, although the old woman died without regrets. Fan Qiushuang said. Then he took out a letter, handed it to Xia Yunhai and said, "Master Xia, I came this time mainly to send a letter to the Lingshan faction for others. ”

can make such a master a messenger, this letter must be foolproof, but I don't know which predecessor the owner of the letter is, and he can have such a big face.

Xia Yunhai took the letter forward, did not open it, and then respectfully hugged his fist to the old chivalrous Fan Qiushuang and said, "Thank you for sending the letter all the way to the old chivalrous guest." ”

The old woman waved her hand to signal that she was not polite, and then said: "After the business is done, the old woman has the courage to mention a private matter to the head of Xia, if the head of the house thinks it is okay, then I should reward my old face, if the head of the house thinks it is inappropriate, just treat the old woman as if it is not right." ”

"Old knight, please speak, Xia will do his best. ”

"At the foot of your Miaoling Mountain, there is a young man who runs a restaurant, he loves kendo, is kind-hearted, and has his own unique understanding of kendo, but he lacks a good master, the silly boy thinks about going to Miaoling Mountain all day long and being a sword immortal, I wonder if Master Xia can accept him as an apprentice?"

"Hahaha, what should I do, the old chivalrous guest just went down the mountain and told the kid, and said that the old man who went to his small shop to drink haggis soup on the first day of every month asked him to go up the mountain to find him, just bring a bowl of hot haggis soup, Xia Yunhai will definitely accept him. ”

It turned out that Xia Yunhai went down the mountain every month to Zhao Xiaosi's shop to drink haggis soup, to be exact, it started from his father's generation.

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The next day was still before dawn, and the old woman came to Zhao Xiaosi's store as the day before. Or chatting while eating. Fan Qiushuang listened happily to Zhao Xiaosi's words.

Before leaving, the old woman handed a bamboo basket to Zhao Xiaosi, asked him to load a bowl of hot haggis soup, and went to Lingshan to find the old man who came to drink his bowl of haggis soup every month. After that, Fan Qiushuang walked out of the shop, and this time there was no mention of money.

Zhao Xiaosi, who was inexplicable, thought to himself that he confiscated your money yesterday, why are you still taking advantage of it and becoming addicted? But seeing that she was really pitiful, he didn't ask her for money.

Zhao Xiaosi saw that the basket was engraved with the words "Lingshan Sword Sect" with four sword intent strange characters. Clever he reacted at once, it turned out that the old man was the old man who swept the floor of the Lingshan Sword Sect, and this old woman who was almost pulled by him to be his father's daughter-in-law was the old man of the old man. This time I really found it, with that old man's recommendation, maybe I can really join the Lingshan Sword Sect as I wish, even if I follow him to sweep the Lingshan Sword Sect!