Drunken guest building, this is a restaurant, newly opened, not big or small.

At this moment, it is noon, there is a fireball floating in the sky, and the weather is unbearable, so the restaurant inn business at this moment and at night is the best, because the people in the rivers and lakes all have three major preferences, wine, silver and beauty.

At this time, there is nothing more comfortable and comfortable than drinking a sip of wine and eating a few side dishes, and those who are rich may go to the Qinglou to listen to a little song for a pastime or something.

But outside the door, there are countless ordinary hawkers running around for the livelihood of their families, and there are countless sweat marks on their tanned skin.

But today it is strange, strange that the peddlers, because they are all more than ten feet diagonally opposite the drunken inn, there is a new blacksmith shop, the shop is old, but it is really new, it seems to be in the middle of the day or two.

And the reason why they stood here was because the place where the blacksmith shop was so cool and spring and autumn that it became a place for these hawkers to rest their feet, sitting on the ground, although the sun was scorching, but it was not so hot.

"Bell...... Bell ......"

A strange but rhythmic sound of tempering sounded, and it was not hammering iron, but beating a musical instrument like a chime.

But just when everyone was enjoying the coolness, there were two people standing at the door of the blacksmith shop, a man and a woman, the male was young and talented, and the woman was even more beautiful and moving, and those eyes were like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Huh?"

The woman walked in slowly, but then she was a little surprised, only to see that there were eighteen kinds of weapons inside, but only one was missing, and that was the sword.

"Why don't you sell swords here?"

She looked at the weapons on the rack very carefully, the blades were all chilling and eye-catching, and they were all first-class good weapons, I am afraid that there are very few in the world that can be compared with them except for those famous weapons that have been passed down from generation to generation.

But when the man and the woman saw the hammer man turn around, they both changed color a little, as if it was not a person who turned around, but a demon.

I saw that the man's hands were slowly wrapped around the chains the thickness of the baby's arms, and it was his hands that were locked, but only half of them were locked, and the remaining half was still on the ground.

"The sword, the sword is a murder weapon. ”

The man's expression was very flat, his white hair was messy, and he half-hid his delicate face.

"Why are you locking yourself up?"

The woman was a little puzzled, and her eyes turned even more sad.

"What I lock is my heart. ”

The man looked at the two of them slowly, weirdly, both of them couldn't help but have a chill behind them, as if it was not a person looking at them in front of them.

He looked at the hands of the two of them, and only slowly withdrew his gaze when he saw that they were empty-handed.

"Lockheart?"

The woman shuddered when she heard this, and her face seemed to fall into some kind of memory, and her sadness suddenly became heavier, as if it was the rainy season in the plum season.

"If only there were locks in the world. ”

She sighed to herself.

"If you can't lock it, you don't need to lock it, because there is a person in this river and lake, and you can't lock it if he is there, and now you are just locking your hand, just because you haven't heard his name yet. ”

The woman is very determined.

"Under Cuiyun Peak, on the shore of the Green Water Lake, the third young master of Shenjian Villa, Xie Xiaofeng ......"

Before the woman's words were finished, she was taken by the terrifying light that erupted from the man's eyes, as if they were two suns, and people did not dare to look at them directly.

The man was even more startled and took half a step back.

Xie Xiaofeng...... Yan Thirteen ......"

The man muttered to himself, as if caught in some kind of memory.

"You're right, if there is such a person in the world, this lock is really not needed. ”

As if talking to himself, he rubbed his free right hand, and suddenly the fine iron chain chain had turned into countless tiny iron filings and fell to the ground, and only this hand immediately looked at the two people in the room and stood on the spot.

The man beside the woman seemed to realize something, and had already taken out two thin books from his arms, only to see that the two books were respectively recorded with the Xie clan's swordsmanship and the thirteen deadly swords.

"Did Yan Thirteen win?"

The man asked suddenly.

"They haven't compared. ”

The woman's expression was a little hesitant and hesitant at the moment, maybe the person in front of her could really kill Xie Xiaofeng, she already had some remorse.

"What about Ah Fei and Li Xunhuan?"

The man slowly got up and walked in front of the two, almost the same height as the two of them, but it seemed to look down from the unimaginable peak, his voice was hoarse and flat, without the slightest momentum, but this was more frightening than the angry storm, calm and shivering, just like the cold ice, the ice was colorless, and it was misty because of the cold.

"The flying swordsman has already traveled overseas, and Li Xunhuan is living in seclusion in the mountains and forests with Sun Xiaohong. ”

The woman's gaze slowly shifted, and she didn't dare to look at the man, and her tone changed slightly.

"You should know what I mean. ”

The man stood for a moment, then uttered something inexplicable.

"When you find a place where he lives in seclusion, that's when I reappear in the rivers and lakes. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the sword book in the hand of the man next to him.

"And that tomb, I hope you can restore it to its original state, I am indeed a little curious about the strength of my disciple, but I don't want him to know that I am awake yet. ”

The man looked at the sword book, and then said slowly.

"The little lady knows, so please wait for our news. ”

The woman and the man had left the blacksmith's shop.

It's been a long time.

"Hehe, interesting, it's been more than ten years since I woke up, I don't know, who else remembers me in the world!"

A faint sigh rose with a slight sigh, but immediately, this sigh was swept away, replaced by an infinite chill.

"From now on, I will never be defeated again, let alone fall again, and I will definitely find the broken way and embark on the road of immortality...... It doesn't matter if it's friend or foe in front of you......"

A calm voice came from the backyard, and a few leaves fell inadvertently on the locust tree in the courtyard at this time, but they did not float down, but pierced straight into the ground, like a sharp sword, a sharp sword born from that word.

As soon as the wind blew, the leaves had melted into powder and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a sword mark on the ground, and then they were again covered by the fallen leaves.