When Yi Xiao's word "knot" fell, Ye Xiaolou could be regarded as having fulfilled his master's order.

The five sword wine orders, except for the one left for Li Changge in the Wind and Snow Silver City, have all been given away so far.

Ye Xiaolou didn't stay too long, got up and prepared to leave.

His figure appeared at the window the next moment, but he suddenly thought of something, and kept his hands on the window and was ready to jump down.

"Shenjian Lake lights up the lanterns, you might as well go and take a look, maybe there will be a harvest. ”

Yi Xiao smiled and asked, "This sentence was also said by the Sword Master?"

Ye Xiaolou smiled and blinked, then his body fell, and disappeared into the vast night in an instant.

Yi Xiao looked at the long white hair that didn't have time to fall on the windowsill, thoughtfully.

He was the only one left in the hall.

Yi Xiao's gaze subconsciously drifted along the long white hair outside the window into the noisy and extraordinary night of the Wind Garden.

Some are in a trance outside the world.

So he thought, it's so lively outside, why don't you go shopping?

It's so lively outside, why don't you go shopping.

Yi Xiao smiled a little self-deprecatingly, put on her clothes and went downstairs.

When he came to the street, those dazzling lights still made His Royal Highness a little uncomfortable. This was the six-year event of Wind Court City, and the crowd on the streets was bustling, more crowded than at any other time, even better than the day the Sky Wolf City Heavenly Chart opened. He took a deep breath, a slight flush on his pale face. June is approaching, the climate has become warmer or even hotter, and most of the passers-by on the street are wearing thin clothes, but His Royal Highness is weak, so he can only wrap himself in black clothes, trying to discern the direction of Shenjian Lake in the slightly strange eyes of others.

"It seems to be in that direction...... Yi Xiao retracted her tiptoes, and just recognized the direction of Shenjian Lake, her eyes caught a glimpse of a small stall selling toys on the side of the road, and the stall owner's seat was empty, but there was a little girl carved in pink and jade who was helping the stall owner look at the stall.

There are many popular toys in the Northern Wei Dynasty on the toy stalls, as well as a variety of flowers.

The little girl raised her eyes, looking at the flow of people on the street hazy, wearing a little flower cat mask on her forehead that had not been removed, like a kitten that had not woken up.

Black cat, white cat, little flower cat, Yi Xiao's eyes swept over, looking at these slightly funny masks, he couldn't help laughing, stepped forward and bought a black cat mask, gently applied it to his face, and muttered in a voice that he could only hear.

"If I'm going to catch mice, am I a good cat?"

Then he laughed at himself, "I can't catch a mouse now." ”

The little girl with the little flower cat mask on her forehead didn't have very good eyes, and she seemed to be a little unable to see what was happening, and she couldn't even tell where the copper fell in front of her stall.

It's just that she tried to look at the black-clothed young man wearing the black cat mask until the black-clothed man disappeared into the vast flow of people.

"Little Flower Cat" frowned and had a small nose, trying to recall the familiar feeling that the black clothes had brought to him, and suddenly realized after half a sound. Her misty eyes swept over the toy stall, and the stall owner was still empty.

The little cat, who looked like a six-year-old girl, continued to look at the bustling crowd with a blurry eye.

Soon a second person from the crowd came to patronize the toy stand.

It was a veiled girl, and the "little flower cat" raised her face as she watched the girl pick and choose from the toy stand, hesitating between the various flowers.

She didn't wear a pink coat, she wore a white dress, and she still wore the jet-black sword at her waist.

Now she picked out a white cat mask.

As she took off her veil and changed her mask, "Little Flower Cat" struggled to squint her eyes, trying to see what she looked like.

The lips are red like flowers, and the eyebrows are picturesque...... Indeed, as people say, she is a beauty embryo and wears a veil to prevent sensation, not only because of her looks, but more importantly because of the reasons.

If this dragon sparrow appeared in Wind Court City now, it would really cause a lot of commotion.

The little girl in the little flower cat mask watched the dragon bird go away, and then kept a dull expression. The crowd of marchers slowly faded away, and even the lights were a little less, and the darkness made her face a little pale, like porcelain that had just come out of the embryo.

She's alone. The man was playful and didn't know when he would be back.

"Oops, oops, ......"

A mellow and rich voice came from afar, The sound was like a jar of old wine that was endlessly evocative, and a ghostly figure slowly floated from afar.

The reason why the word floating is used is because this figure is still three feet from the ground, and the whole person is shrouded in a white lotus ink robe, lazily and half-leaning in the air, and none of the people around him who are already sparse can see this unreasonable figure.

It's as if those people can't see the toy stand.

"Mountain Lord. The girl's eyes were still glazed with the half-worn cat mask, but this time she recognized the direction of the figure.

The White Lotus Ink Robe Mountain Master floated in front of the small stall he had set up, and found that there were two flower noodles missing, and said with a smile, "These two people are very interesting, and the masks they chose are even more interesting." Then the Lord of the Mountain reached out and took off the mask of the little flower cat, looked at the little girl carefully, and said with a smile, "Little flower cat, your choice is also interesting." ”

The little girl said helplessly, "Mountain Lord, both of them are going in the direction of Shenjian Lake." ”

The mountain lord narrowed his eyes, tried to put the little flower cat mask on his face, babbled and learned to meow twice, and then laughed to himself.

With a hint of a teasing smile.

"Let them, young man. ”

......

......

Shenjian Lake has a long history, and legend has it that in the first Fu years, the sword master, the great master of the sword, settled in this city.

It is the occasion of the centennial era, and there are countless people who come to the door to seek war.

The seat of the Sword Master had just been filled with the fourteen disciples who had been praised by later generations, and when the Great Grandmaster first landed in this city, he actually refused to come to the door to seek battle.

However, the sword master who was already standing at the pinnacle of the great world spoke, and those who seek battle will not fight against each other based on the realm, but only judge the victory or defeat based on the attainment of the sword.

At that time, most of the disciples under the Sword Master's seat were still immature, and some had not even touched the realm of the Nine Grades.

So Fengting built a small island in the middle of the lake.

It is almost impossible to call the island, only a radius of more than 100 meters.

The seekers land on the island, and the landers talk about it.

The loser enters the lake, and the sword sinks to the bottom.

On the first day, there were ninety-eight swordsmen in the city of Fengting.

Ninety-eight swords in the middle of the lake.

After the so-called door-to-door battle lasted for a week, almost all the disciples under the Wind Court made a move.

Those who have all kinds of ideas, whether they are contemptuous, respectful or disappointing, have almost always found something unbelievable, even surprising and even hopeless.

Every disciple under the Wind Court, that is, the fourteen people who were praised by later generations, each of them had reached an incredibly powerful realm in terms of swordsmanship.

Almost no one was defeated.

Later, the wind court was closed, and the fourteen disciples each got their own swords, and no one dared to come to the door to fight.

These fourteen sword masters, without exception, have become myths in the sword world, taking over the trend of the great world to resist the master.

And Shenjian Lake, there are countless famous swords that have sunk.

Shenjian Lake, hence the name.

Nowadays, Shenjian Lake is no longer on the island. The City Lord's Mansion has strictly protected the island in the middle of the lake, not so much as a historical relic, but more as a myth passed down by word of mouth.

Although there is still a living myth in the Feng Court, compared to the sword lord who never came out of the house, it is undoubtedly closer to the heart of the island in the middle of the lake that can be seen at a glance on the shore of Shenjian Lake.

Everyone who comes to Fengting will come to Shenjian Lake to watch.

The six-year sword wine party opened, and there was a grand lantern lighting ceremony on Shenjian Lake.

On the shore of Shenjian Lake, many men and women of the same age walk together, and all kinds of lanterns float densely on the lake.

The inner core of the lantern is mostly an explanation, and the meaning of lighting the lantern is that it has the meaning of placing a wish in the event.

Each lantern has a slight meaning, maybe a little blessing, maybe a little prayer.

It's more of a memorial.

The fourteen sword masters under the Wind Court back then left their own clothes and mounds on the island in the middle of the lake.

Swordsmen all over the world, light lanterns to worship their predecessors, after those lanterns burn out the inner core, they will be pulled into the lake by an invisible force around the island in the middle of the lake.

The lakeside is extremely eye-catching, and you can see the lights drifting all over the lake, and the island near the lake is swaying twice and there is no fire.

......

......

Tsing Yi Yi Shaoran walked around the lake in silence.

He had already walked thirteen laps around Shenjian Lake.

It's not the kind of rush that rushes, but a stroll that doesn't hurry or slow.

The night breeze is blowing, and it is a little cool. It's just that there are a lot of pedestrians by the lake, and this god in Tsing Yi will look a little inconspicuous.

With a smile on his face, he turned his head sideways and looked at the middle of the lake, and with his hands behind his back, he gently twisted a small cyan flower, like a young bud that had been plucked at the beginning of its immaturity, and gently turned it between his fingers.

With each lap, his smile faded a little.

By the time he reached the eighth lap, he was already expressionless, and it was difficult to put a smile on his face.

In the thirteenth circle, Tsing Yi stopped, squatted down, gently stroked the blue and white in his hand, and put it into the lake.

When we reached the inner circle of the island in the middle of the lake, all the lanterns went out, and the little cyan flower struggled in the water for a while before being pulled into the water.

The ripples rippled in a circle or in two circles.

The lights of the lake are swaying like a dream.

In the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, Lu Sheng died, and Liutao was no longer born. The world thinks that Liutao has such a sword, and he has already given birth to spiritual wisdom, but he followed his master, and naturally he can't find it in the world.

It's as if the world thought that those famous swords from many years ago would follow their masters and die together, and there would be no more entanglements with the worldly things.

Yi Shaoran's gaze was a little complicated, and his hands gently stirred the frost light in the lake, watching the starry sky reflect his cheeks.

It's no longer immature.

So Yi Shaoran regained a smile on his face and said hello to the lake lightly.

"Long time no see. ”