Chapter 31 Yangzhou

Lin Xuan and the three of them drank freely, not knowing when they fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already dark.

Through the hazy moonlight, a cold glow in the lake water in the distance can be faintly seen.

He left the boat, stepped on the lake, and walked slowly into the distance.

Scold!

A snort.

Lin Xuan picked up the objects in the lake and put them in his hands to look at them carefully.

An ancient sword with an ordinary scabbard on its coat.

Sonorous!

With a sword groan, the long sword was unsheathed.

The sword was in the hand, and the sword body appeared little by little, revealing a sword light like clear water.

The long sword is cold all over, and the sword is three feet long, which is natural.

The cold light of the sword blade was a little restrained, and it was not as amazing as the brilliance of other divine weapons.

He held the sword with a familiar feeling, but in his heart he didn't believe it.

Whitebeard Lao Dao boasted so much about this sword before, why does it look like he is just a mortal soldier now?

Looks so bad?

Is it really not a fake?

He now wondered if Whitebeard had done something with his sword.

How could he create such an ordinary sword weapon with the invincible appearance before?

The divine consciousness covered the sword, and he suddenly felt a cold chill.

However, after a few breaths, it returned to normal, and if you used your divine sense to explore it again, you found nothing.

That's it!

Lin Xuan sighed and decided to try the sharpness of this sword himself.

He stretched out his finger and swiped lightly on the iron sword, and suddenly a slight pain came from his fingers, and drops of blood flowed down.

Lin Xuan sighed with emotion, but there was still emotion on his face: "After all, I underestimated you, but if you can only cut my fingers, it is far from enough!"

There is no shortage of people in the cultivation world who are stronger than him, and if he deals with such a person, the power of this sword seems to be a little unoptimistic.

Well?

A soft sigh.

The blood dripping from the fingers was swallowed directly as if it had melted into the sword as if it had merged into the sword body the moment it fell on the blade.

He suddenly felt that the sword he was holding in his hand now had a special connection with him, and this sword was like a blood connection with him, like an extension of his body.

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, a little crying and laughing.

Is this a refining of this sword?

That's too sloppy!

If you don't cut your finger and drip your own blood, but kill first with this sword.

It chooses the soul that died under the sword to be its master, what should it do?

The white-bearded man is unreliable!

Lin Xuan shook his head, there was some embarrassment between his eyebrows, and he said softly: "I have made a boundary between today and the past, and the days to come will be counted as a new life." It's fate that you fell into my hands at this time, so it's better to ......"

"It's better to ......"

"It's better to stop you from thinking. ”

There is no more thought, and there is no regret when looking back.

Looking up, the stars are lonely, and only the cold moon remains. Qingqiu buries the soul of the flower, and the heart is broken.

Ink hair flutters, sleeves fluttering.

Lin Xuan poured the joys and sorrows of his life on the flowing water, quietly sprinkling all the desolation and joy of his previous life.

He chose to bury and say goodbye to all the stories of memories, just because those red dust thoughts have nothing to do with him now.

Break your mind!

At this moment, it is the thought in his heart that is broken!

As soon as the words fell, the sword body began to vibrate, and white light flickered and enveloped the sword body.

When the white light dissipated, two quaint small characters slowly appeared on the hilt of the sword.

Lin Xuan smiled without saying a word, put the sword behind his back, and left with his sleeves brushed.

The two words on that ancient sword are absolutely broken!!

Turning around and walking on the lake with falling petals, the guqin and bamboo flute sounded softly in his ears, and he was a little melancholy.

Between the bent eyebrows, prosperity and sorrow have become a thing of the past, and only a long sigh can be heard in the years......

In this life, it seems that the years of Mo Shang are like smoke......

A dream of glory, half a piece of fame paper. Right and wrong, the sea is full of waves, the horse's hooves are crushed by the frost of the forbidden street, and the chickens are sung a few times.

Dusty clothes, rivers and lakes. Out of the royal Linfeng net, Mu Yi Qi Shouyang, sighing Han Peng Weiyang.

......

Fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March, the lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, and only the sky of the long river is seen.

It was drizzling.

Although it is not such fireworks in March, the style of Yangzhou has not weakened.

In the hazy weather, holding a paper umbrella, stepping on the bluestone alley.

There was a melancholy mood all around.

The sad spring and sad autumn are owned by the literati and elegant guests, and it is the emotion of everyone's ladies hanging low in the window and hitting the plantains.

But it's more about the poet's feelings.

Fireworks in March, the rich go down to Yangzhou, enjoy the spring rain in Yangzhou, and see the thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

In early autumn and July, Jin Lin went to Yangzhou to take poetry as wine, meet friends with literature, and compose thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

The Great Zhou Poetry and Literature Festival is held once every three years, and each time it is held in Yangzhou on July 23.

This is a very grand event, which will be attended by everyone from dignitaries to civilians in cloth clothes.

For many, it's a great opportunity to soar and soar.

If you are interested, you will get a few words of eternal swan song, and you will become a guest of honor in the door valve family in the future, waiting for everyone to seek after.

No matter how bad it is, it's not bad to be a gentleman and be admired by everyone.

A man, dressed in white, with a long sword.

Behind is followed by the smoke and rain of Jiangnan.

He appeared on the Yangzhou Ancient Road with a paper umbrella, and there was no sound in an instant.

After seeing the man's appearance, everyone was silent, even the extremely sloppy children of the family closed their mouths at this time.

He has a handsome face, and he doesn't look terrible. But after others recognized him, they were silent.

With a chic body, a proud body. The man in white walked slowly down the ancient road, and two young men followed him from a distance.

Someone had a complicated face and whispered: "This is the world's number one master immortal sword who kills people without blinking, what is he doing in Yangzhou at this time?"

Another person replied softly: "The Great Zhou Poetry Festival is about to start, and he must have come here to join in the fun." With his temperament, I'm afraid a lot of people will die in the next few days!"

"Not a lot of people?"

Someone else said faintly: "You are too underestimating the Immortal Sword! He appeared in Yangzhou City at this time, and it is very likely that he wants to wash those so-called talents with blood." After all, their family had done something to him. ”

"No, after all, those are the descendants of the great officials!"

Someone sneered: "Hmph! The Jiangnan Wang family is still one of the eight gates of the rivers and lakes, and it is known as covering the sky with one hand in the Jiangnan area. Didn't this immortal sword also hit their mansion and retreat successfully? Just to kill the three people who escaped from his hands, he trampled on the reputation of the century-old family. ”

"Tsk! You guys underestimate him too much! This is the most murderous person in the rivers and lakes in the past hundred years. ”

An attic.

A middle-aged man with a noble temperament instructed his subordinates: "Pass the order, all those who stay in Yangzhou are not allowed to provoke the Immortal Sword." Violators will be demoted by three ranks, and their wages will be halved. ”

"This kid is a ruthless character who will be retribution, if anyone gets in his way, he will definitely die, and if it implicates me, he probably won't let me go. ”

"One person killed more than 200 people, what kind of heart is this? Cruel, you are not afraid, I am afraid!"

"No!"

The other side.

A masked man in black whispered to his accomplice behind him: "Shen Xingzhi hugged the thigh of the Immortal Sword, this time the muddy water can't flow, let's withdraw!"

"We've been preparing for almost a month!"

Another person interrupted: "Who in the world doesn't know his achievements now? Even a three-year-old child knows the world's number one master, the Immortal Sword, isn't we looking for death at this time?"

Someone responded and said: "Indeed, not to mention that in the building at the beginning, no one among the brothers could make a move in the hands of Shen Xingzhi's guy, and now there is one more immortal sword and the son of the She family who doesn't know the details, we don't have half a chance at all!"

Another person said: "Shen Xingzhi is not his own person now, and he knows this very well. We know him, he knows us, and once he strikes us first, it's too late!"

"Withdraw!"

on the streets.

Light rain continued.

With a big red paper umbrella and a white coat, Lin Xuan walked towards a restaurant.

Da!

There was a splash of water under his feet.

In the hazy drizzle, the red paper umbrella in his hand was slightly tilted, and the rain slid down the edge of the umbrella like a thread.

The paper umbrella covers the face, and the unique slightly light voice echoes in the wind and rain.

"It's a little uncomfortable to wear a green coat, but now it's much more comfortable to wear this white dress. ”

"The green shirt on my body is very good, it is made of silk spit out by the snow silkworms on the iceberg, it is invulnerable, it is like wearing a cloud on the body, there is no weight. An indignant voice came from behind him: "This piece of clothing is worth a thousand taels of gold, and it can even be said that it is priceless." Why did you choose to wear this white garment, which is not only inferior to mine in texture, but also far inferior in price!"

Shen Xingzhi agreed: "This dress is not only good, a little scrap is enough to buy a wine shop." No matter what kind of person you get along with, Immortal Sword's maverick and distinctive style hasn't changed, but I'm also curious, why did you choose that?"

Lin Xuan shook his head and said: "The Immortal Sword can't be called the Immortal Sword if you change into other clothes! Only by wearing white clothes can others feel my cold arrogance, and wearing white clothes is always more magnificent." ”

It's just a piece of clothing, he doesn't care, but it can give fear to others.

Hear the words.

She Xiaofeng smiled: "What kind of crooked doctrine is this, the person is still this person, the sword is still this sword, how much effect can a piece of clothing play?"

"As for you saying that you like this pure feeling, I don't believe it at all, I think the excuse you make is really bad!"

Lin Xuan frowned and sighed softly, "If you had told me earlier that the previous dress was so precious, how could I replace it?"

"Not only could we not replace it, but we had to find a sedan chair for eight people to carry it. Clothes as expensive as it deserve such treatment. ”

Shen Xingzhi quipped: "The immortal sword can be called the first in the world, it seems that it has something to do with the mouth. ”

Lin Xuan smiled lightly: "Indeed." When it comes to drinking, I can drink ten of you alone!"

......

One step on a tree, a bridge of light rain, a pot of wine, a white dress and a sword.

Lin Xuan didn't say big things, nor did he brag.

Dressed in white, walking in the breeze.

The white clothes were as bright as the moon, and they were as white as ice and snow.

The dust of life and the sand of years cannot be touched at all.