This is a small city by the sea, facing the blue sea in the south, surrounding the pure lake in the north, standing in the Xiongshan Mountain in the east, and relying on the lush forest in the west.

The inner city has quaint streets and alleys with blue tiles and white walls, charming and comfortable small bridges and flowing water, and the outer city has a busy and bustling port and wharf, and a fascinating blue sea and blue sky.

Most of the residents in the small city make a living from fishing, supplemented by farming and weaving, quiet and peaceful, simple and quiet, it seems that the world is chaotic, and the martial arts battles have nothing to do with here, it is a rare paradise in the world.

Soon after the death of the master, Xing Ke took the ashes of the master all the way to this small city by the sea again.

This is not the first time he has come, in the past, before September 18 every year, the master and he would come here, live in the small courtyard on the east mountainside, and sprinkle and sweep the court.

The east side of the small courtyard is the grave of the master, September 18 is the sacrifice day of the master, every year on this day, the master will burn some paper money, put some snacks and fruits that the master loves to eat before her death in front of the grave, and then carry a pot of wine, drink bitterly alone, from early morning to sunset, and then from sunset to dawn the next day, every year.

In the middle of July of this year, the master passed away.

Xing Ke followed the master's instructions, took his ashes back to Jinghai, buried with his master, and arrived in this seaside town at the end of July.

The mountain is overgrown with weeds, Xing Ke took the sword and cut it all the way, and came to the small courtyard on the mountainside, the wooden door was mottled, reflecting the low stone walls full of moss at the bottom of both sides, pushing the door into the courtyard, the wildflowers in the courtyard bloomed wantonly alone, but there was an indescribable sense of desolation.

On the east side of the courtyard outside, the husband and wife are buried together, the tomb is added with new soil, and the stone tablet is newly erected, and the book reads: Respect the teacher Yang Yuanzhi, the tomb of the teacher Yang Wanyi. The paper money in front of the grave turned into ashes, offering snacks and fruits, as in previous years, but now the pot of bitter drinks in front of this grave has become this lonely sword-bearing boy, from early morning to sunset, and then from sunset to dawn the next day......

Master's swordsmanship, the world is big, few people can compare with it, but this life is really miserable, only when I was young in Jinghai City I met Shi Niang, after a few years of calm and good life, after the death of Shi Niang, Master wandered around, upside down.

Soon after, he was poisoned by the evil people of the Xiyue Kingdom, although he later had to be cured, but because the delay was too long, he finally fell into the incurable root of the disease, and he suffered from the disease year after year.

Master is out of Yunyanmen, but he is not famous in the rivers and lakes for his trick Qiuyan Nanjiang, but with his self-created Eagle Flying Thirteen Style across the rivers and lakes for decades, he rarely encounters opponents.

The master and the uncle made a ten-year covenant to test swordsmanship on the top of Buzhou Mountain on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival of this year, to see if under the sword of this senior brother, whether the autumn goose Nanjiang can win by surprise, or the Eagle Flying Thirteen Style is more skilled.

Xing Ke was lonely since he was a child, and was taken in by his master seven years ago, and the master taught him everything he had learned in his life. Although he is still young and his skills are still shallow, he is definitely a leader among his peers, so the master decided that he would discuss the sword with his brother on his behalf.

It was not far from the appointed day, but the master didn't know that there was Xing Ke, and Xing Ke didn't know the uncle, for fear that the two would miss it, Xing Ke took a seat in the market on the dock, and sold the master's sword at a high price, just to attract the attention of the uncle.

On the fifth day of coming to Jinghai City, the twenty-first day after the death of Master Immortal, Xing Ke waited for Master Xu Feng in the port of this small city according to Master's instructions.

In the early morning, the light blue curling smoke slowly rises from the Yan family's shop in the east port market, and the air wafts the umami of the fish soup that has just come out of the pot, the sweetness of the osmanthus cold cake, the neat stalls on both sides of the pine-paved road, the fish hook harpoon, the loom spindle, the dustpan hoe, and all kinds of tools needed for daily work, all of which are well organized, not at all like the messy and salty fish market in the west, so that the people who cross the wharf from west to east do not feel comfortable.

Xing Ke's stall was placed in this neat east market, this was his first time setting up a stall that day, perhaps too boring, and he was looking down at the sword on the ground in a daze.

"Hey, this little brother",

A gentle voice came into Xing Ke's ears, this was the first person to speak to the master after his death, he raised his head, and was stunned, and what caught his eyes was a very beautiful young girl's face, with big eyes, black and white, and the bright light in the pupils, like starlight, embedded in the small but delicate round face, the hair was black and soft, and two pale green ribbons were loosely tied up in buns on both sides.

At this moment, she was leaning over to look at Xing Ke, suddenly made eye contact with him, seemed to be a little shy, lowered her head, put down the basket in her hand, stroked the blue-green gauze skirt, squatted down, the long hair scattered behind her shoulders, and the ribbon on one side gently slid down, hanging on her ears, curly and gently, the breeze blew, the colorful Gesang flowers in the rattan basket next to her gave off a faint fragrance, and the hairy broken hair at the corner of her forehead shook, there was an indescribable cuteness.

She looked at the bronze ancient sword lying on the ground in front of Xing Ke, and continued,

"Most of us here don't practice martial arts, and there are very few outside rangers and swordsmen who come here, this sword of yours, I'm afraid you won't be able to meet Bole who knows it here, so you might as well find another place." ”

"Thank you girl for thinking about it, but she is only entrusting her to wait for someone who is destined to be here, and she doesn't dare to slack off, let alone move elsewhere, and I think the person I'm waiting for will come soon. ”

Xing Ke replied to her, then saw her nod slightly, got up, moved lightly, slowly walked into the crowd, crossed the stone bridge in the distance, and gradually disappeared into the morning light......

After the girl walked for a long time, Xing Ke suddenly found that the corners of her mouth were still raised, this is the appearance of a smile? After all, after the age of nine, there is nothing in this world that is worthy of his happiness, and laughter has long been out of his mind.

In the early morning of the next few days, the girl could be seen carrying the basket passing by, and through the sparse crowd, she only smiled at him from afar, and felt like a breeze blowing on her face, completely forgetting the loneliness and anger in her heart......

At dusk on the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the glow of the sun penetrated the entire seaside market, a young man in a green robe sat between the neat stalls of the east market, about twenty years old, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like cold stars, his demeanor was strange, and there was a bronze sword that looked ordinary in front of him, except that the pattern on the hilt of the sword looked chic, and there was nothing else to remarkable.

An old man in a gray robe walked slowly past the stall, suddenly turned back, looked at the sword on the ground, and was distracted for a long time.

"The old gentleman knows this sword?"

The old man stroked his beard lightly and said slowly, "This sword is called the Blood Drinking Sword, the pattern on the hilt is for the sun candle, made for the ancient ancestors, it is an ancient sword, just the utensils themselves, and it is not a treasure, but the powerful thing is that this thing can communicate with the human heart of the sword-wielding person, and it is integrated. This is the sword of one of my deceased, his skills are superb, his swordsmanship is exquisite, and this sword can be perfected. I don't know how this young man got this sword, and what is the relationship with this old man of mine?"

"May I ask Your Excellency, is it Xu Feng and Master Xu?"

"It's Xu. ”

"Uncle Xu, in Xia Xing Ke, the old friend in your mouth is the family teacher, Xing Ke has been waiting for you here for many days on the orders of the family teacher. The boy stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.

The old man hurriedly helped Xing Ke up and said: "My nephew is polite, I haven't seen your master for many years, but I didn't know that he had accepted an apprentice, my nephew is a young talent, described as handsome, and polite, I feel relieved for my junior brother." Seeing you young people heroic, I feel that we are old, haha...... I haven't seen your master for ten years, so I'm annoyed that my nephew said, take me to see your master. ”

Xing Ke cleaned up the stall, walked through the market with the old man, and went eastward, both of them were long, their complexions were dusty, and the figures of the two were plated with a layer of gold at dusk, like smoke and fog, quite a kind of fairy wind and bones.

The two passed through the overgrown mountain road, came to the small courtyard on the mountainside, pushed open the mottled wooden door, and walked into the courtyard, where the wildflowers and weeds had been removed, leaving only a laurel tree in front of the house and an oleander in the corner of the wall. The branches and leaves of the laurel tree are dense, the jasper is dripping green, the leaves are full of osmanthus flowers, golden, small, the petals are only as big as a grain of rice, densely packed, one cluster after another, looking at it from afar, as if the green leaves are dotted with broken gold. The oleander branches in the corner of the wall are slender, like bamboo leaves made of jade, the leaves are smooth and shining, shining in the setting sun, and many pink flowers bloom on the top of the tree, swaying gently in the wind. In the open space in front of the gate of the courtyard, there was a little grass, and a few mountain birds landed nearby, using their claws to pluck out the small insects in the soil to eat......

Xing Ke beckoned Uncle Shi to sit down on the stone bench next to the laurel tree and served a cup of tea.

"The virtuous nephew is polite", Uncle Xu Feng picked up the teacup, took a sip, turned his head to look at the house, the room was silent, there was no sound, and then asked: "Ah Ke, where is your master?

I saw Xing Ke looking at him with a sad expression, and said in a low voice, "Family teacher...... The tutor is gone. ”

"Ah!" Hearing this, Master Xu Feng couldn't help but be shocked, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, his expression changed greatly, and his expression was sad.

"When's it?"

"On the seventeenth of July, he died in the middle of the night. It's been almost a month. ”

"Where is the grave of the junior brother?"

"Just outside the east courtyard wall, I was buried with my teacher. ”

Hearing this, Uncle Shi hurriedly got up and strode out of the door, Xing Ke followed behind, and came to the east wall.

I saw a new tomb outside the stone wall, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit the tombstone, and Yang Yuanzhi's name could be seen impressively.

The mountain wind blew, and the oleander petals sticking out of the wall were blown away, and a layer fell in a row, and the petals were pink, spread on the new grave, adding to the sadness.

Uncle Xu Feng stepped forward, his face was sad, and he cried bitterly......

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