Following.

Cloudy with cool breezes.

There was a drizzle of rain at the hour.

The drizzle came two days earlier than Dushao had calculated...

The night was peaceful, with few frogs crowing. The people who tested the poison in Qu Longshan last night woke up fierce, and there was no sign of so-called poisoning at all. Seeing this, even though Tang Xiaotang still had doubts, he was forced to put down the stone in his heart, and ordered someone to take out the grain, grass, wine and meat that he had plundered last night and distribute it to various departments.

It's just that the subconscious hesitation inevitably makes her send more people to keep an eye on the movement in the dead wood forest below the mountain.

It's just that it seems to be a bit redundant.

Because the dead wood forest is only ten miles away from Qulong, and the forest is only more than a hundred zhang, all of which are leafless dead trees. Standing on the edge of the cliff at the southern end of Qulong, even the people in the forest can see the traces of water when they pee, so why do you need to specially arrange people to go down the mountain to keep an eye on the sentry? In this way, it can be seen how relieved Tang Xiaotang is to Xia Xun.

But it's no wonder, after all, Xia Xun is very human...

If you don't make a sound, it's just a blockbuster, and it shocks the world.

Since he became famous in Yueyang, he has been a legend. When you come to Kyoto, the legend continues to be a myth, like a star hanging high in the sky, and even the bright moon is dimmed because of it. I don't know when no one in the world dares to underestimate him anymore. But he has always been not arrogant or impatient with a pure heart, and drifted with the crowd. If the enemy does not come, I will not go, and if the enemy comes, I will return. It always makes people often have the illusion that he is not so unsurpassable.

Therefore, there are often people who want to surpass him.

Fight to fame...

Today, Xia Xun got up very early.

It's forced to wake up early...

Recalling the Haikou boasted of drinking a few sips of soju last night, he couldn't help but have many regrets in his heart. Light thousands of Kong Ming lanterns, dye the sky for hundreds of miles, and invite the bright moon to enjoy together. That's a nice thing to say, but it takes a lot of effort to put it into practice.

Not to mention the effort of making lamps, even the materials for those lamps are enough to toss people. No, as soon as the sky was slightly bright, Xia Xun walked out of the tent. woke up the two monks and Dushao, brought some dry food, and rode on the horse to the west in the drizzle. When the sky cleared, the sun shone high, and the rain and dew were dry, they returned to the dead wood forest with several large baskets of rhododendrons.

On this day, everyone in the dead wood forest paid a lot of price for the cow that Xia Xun blew last night. Mo Xian's swordsmanship was excellent, so he was arranged to cut wood in the forest hundreds of miles away. Three-foot embroidery is reduced to an axe, and the cut wood is cut into a thin sheet of rice paper. Xiahou, Lei Meng, Hu Xi and others were full of brute strength, and they were arranged to look for rattans, vines, and dry turf everywhere in the hundred-mile wilderness, remove the branches and leaves, and leave only the skin dry, and then twist them into thick wires. The fat monk wound all the thick threads he received into ropes. The little monk boiled the rice porridge into a sticky paste. Dushao and Fang Qingqiu glued the sharpened sticks to the rattan ropes and made them into square lamp skeletons. Even the little girls such as Bai Xiu and Wulan were not idle, and they had to shave the thin pieces of wood that they had sent back, all dyed with purple-red azalea juice...

"You can't live if you do your own evil..."

"You often say that Xiahou loves Desser, but I don't think you're far behind. ”

"Yes. ”

"As the saying goes, bragging about drafts, you say you, if you don't make drafts, you will brag about it, is it okay to find trouble? If you want to make a lantern, you can do it, why do you ask her what color she likes?"

"Amitabha, hey, he still has a mouth, so he will have a thousand Kong Ming lanterns. It's really a pain in my back when I stand and talk, which can tire the bones of the old pig. ”

"Amitabha, vanity is the root of evil. ”

"Hehe..."

Afternoon.

Dead wood miles away, by the creek.

The gurgling water flows down from the lonely mountain and slowly arrives for ten miles. Thorough and cool, tadpoles and fish fry can be seen swimming freely...

Hundreds of freshly pasted red lanterns were propped up with wooden poles and lined up in rows to dry in the breeze and the warm sun. In the vast wilderness, there are people on horseback, running and stopping, picking up vines. A few of the candidates who had been sent to watch the sentry were so bored that they yawned repeatedly, and two of them were already asleep and unconscious.

By the stream, everyone was busy and complaining...

There is only a pair of skillful hands, and he can play the speed of the ink idle sword on weekdays. Now it has been reduced to being used to weave rattan bark rope, which is really a tyrannical thing. However, he didn't complain too much, but the bitterness was inevitable: "Actually... You shouldn't have told her three days later. This morning this drizzle came in hard and disrupted the easterly airflow. Three days later, the south wind may not be able to blow until two o'clock in the morning, and the wind is strongest at the beginning of the day, so it is suitable for starting. If we go to dinner in the evening, you'll have to talk to her for an hour. ”

"Hehe..."

Xia Xun sat on a small stool, his feet stomping on the wooden basin full of rhododendrons. The cuckoo was crushed into slag, and the clear stream water turned red, and Xia Xun's feet were also dyed red. The purple is enchanting, and the red is charming, which is distinct and abnormal.

The index finger scraped the bridge of his nose, and Xia Xun smiled awkwardly: "I was wrong." I drank a glass last night, so my brain is hot, and I take advantage of Xingzi to say everything. Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry now?"

Bai Xiu rolled her eyes angrily, held a strip of rotten cloth in her hand and stained it with dye, and smeared the wooden paper with her anger vigorously: "I said I wanted a white lantern, and you said that white is unlucky, like a funeral." That little leather girl said that you want to be purple, you are happy, open your mouth to invite Mingyue, is it possible that you are interested in her?"

"Eh, it's good that you don't say it, but I think it's like this after you say that. Last night I looked at the little girl's eyes... They were all stunned and didn't even bring a hook, just like a sow saw a cabbage, and almost pounced on it to gnaw people. Hehe, these nine achievements are interesting to others. ”

"Amitabha, don't talk nonsense about the eight precepts. ”

"Where do I have gibberish, dance donor, you come to judge, do you say that's the case?"

"Yes, that's what happened, I saw it too!"

"Look, look, that's what everybody says..."

"Huh..."

Xia Xun was very helpless, but smiled bitterly to know himself.

Today he is truly a sinner, since he came back from picking rhododendrons and started to work, he has been damaged by everyone endlessly, and his body is incomplete. In fact, he had already told everyone about making lanterns when he was in Huishan, so everyone had already known his intentions. It's just that what he said at the time was that it would be enough to make 300 lanterns. But now, because of his words, 300 has become 1,000 in vain, and he has to work hard to complete it in three days, how can this make people not complain?

Maybe it was because he was so damaged that he really lost his temper, Xia Xun had no choice but to glance at Dushao, Fang Qingqiu bluntly changed the topic: "Dushao, Qingqiu has exchanged letters from Yueyang's hometown in recent days?"

"Wow, what's wrong?" said Du Shao.

"Oh..."

Xia Xun asked again: "Did the elders in the family talk about Yueyang City?"

"Heh... How could it not be?"

Fang Qingqiu took over with a light smile: "Since the identities of Mo Xian and Mo Yan were exposed, the entire Yueyang City has now been turned upside down. Your Seven Star Courtyard is being asked every day about the whereabouts of the sword god and the time of his return, and it is said that the threshold is about to be renovated. However, the cities of Xiangyang and Yuyang are surprisingly quiet, and your fierce uncle leads the people to practice every day, but there is no incident to make trouble, which can be a surprise. ”

Xia Xun nodded: "I know all of this." The main thing I want to ask is, do the elders in your family have any dealings with Xiahou and his father?"

"Oh..."

Fang Qingqiu understood what he meant, he thought for a moment and then said, "There is no more contact." Since the Yingshui Night Banquet, almost all the houses in the Southern Regions have not dared to move. Li Changan hoarded troops and horses on the northern front, but there was no sign of sending troops for a long time. The Righteous Qi Alliance is just a pretense, and the Pure Yang Dao has a heritage of thousands of years, but it is not something that others can move when they say it. If it weren't for the impersonal things done by Xianxing last time, Zhou Yuanshan wouldn't dare to shout that angry words. It's just..."As he spoke, Fang Qingqiu suddenly changed his tone, looked at Xia Xun and asked tentatively, "It's just that they are all very nervous now." Although Zhu Xian has not been recast, there are already arithmetic masters in the side of the rivers and lakes who do not hesitate to enter the hexagram with their own lives, and vaguely glimpse that the seven greedy wolves are gathering the emperor star. What's more, some powerful people have said that within four months, many evil stars will gather in Chang'an with demon stars to form a fierce phenomenon for the ages, thus starting the chaos in the world. The people in the pure yang sword vein are inquiring about the whereabouts of the sword god every day, but they are afraid that the bamboo basket will be empty, and the sword god is what they want to find? I think, you should know where that one is, right?"

“......”

The problem was far away, and when a few people by the stream heard this, their movements slowed down by three points, and the corners of their eyes involuntarily glanced at Xia Xun with their spare eyes, carefully observing the changes in their expressions. Xia Xun smiled bitterly, did not nod or shake his head, and did not say a word.

“......”

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

They thought that Xia Xun would decisively deny Fang Qingqiu's slightly unreasonable question, but Xia Xun gave such an ambiguous attitude. Then the answer is obvious... Xia Xun must know something, and even where the sword god who had been missing for twenty years was now, he also knew.

Such a vague reply is incredible...

At that time, the sword god was a witness to the way of heaven, killed demons, and slashed all the holy ranks in the world, almost the enemy of the world. The sword that killed the heavens caused the Heavenly Dao to collapse, and there were no saints in the future generations, blocking the cultivators in the world at the end of the peak of the king. And the story of him and the great strategist in the north is like a curse, firmly imprisoning the Tang dynasty and the opposition in a nightmare that cannot be end-for-life. The ghost plotted to the north to treat the immortals, and the immortals returned to cut the sky!

In the past twenty years, almost every corner of the world, every force that has participated in Yueyang's bloody battle, there are almost people looking for his whereabouts. Some people want to get the true meaning of the way to heaven from him, some people want to cut off his head to avenge their hatred, and some people want to look at him to be in peace. But there have also been many people who speculated that the immortal thunder shattered his Dao heart, and he had already fallen. The so-called oath to punish the heavens was just an angry word before he died.

Twenty years have passed, and a generation of sword gods has not seen anyone alive, died without a corpse, and has disappeared without a trace. But now, Xia Xun's subtle attitude is undoubtedly telling the people here...

The sword god is still there, Zhu Xian is reforged, he will return!