Chapter 95

Jiaoli Lanyue pulled out the short sword that was pitch-black all over and raised it high, facing the north.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes drooping in her sockets, and the setting sun dyed her beautiful north-facing face a golden yellow.

Her breath was even, very light and light, and in a moment it seemed as if she had melted into the golden sunset.

Only the short sword she held aloft was particularly dark and glaring.

Xu Xiaoxian quietly retreated to twenty zhang away, quietly looking at the quiet little girl and the golden sunset.

Perhaps, the sunset in the twilight has not attracted too many people's attention, because the small people of Shengdou, who are crawling in the 'firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea', have no chance to appreciate this majesty and beauty that cannot fill their stomachs.

At most, only those vassal and elegant literati and writers dare to take advantage of the afterglow of the sunset, not salty or light, to write two poems such as "the sunset on the long river" and "the sunset is infinitely good", to comfort the heart that longs for beauty.

Xu Xiaoxian has seen the sunset before night several times, and the most impressive is three times.

One is the time when Guan Xia Pavilion after Qingyun Peak reached the top, and the other time when he stood on Wangxian Terrace and overlooked the sunset.

Another time it was in front of me.

The scene of three sunsets is like three giant paintings unfolding in front of you.

Each mood is very different, and the difference is inexplicable.

The two times of Qingyun Peak and Wangxiantai can be expressed by borrowing verses: 'The east is adjacent to the Jieshi, to view the sea!'

It is a kind of momentum and open-minded outlook.

And this time, there was only silence.

The sun sets in the west, silently.

The clouds on the horizon are dyed golden.

The branches of the golden laurel tree are gently swayed in the breeze.

A jet-black dagger.

A girl with her eyes closed in the sunset.

It's like a painting, a quiet painting, more like a dream, gently approaching and afraid of waking up.

A heavy footstep sounded, the corners of the quiet girl's mouth twitched slightly in the sunset, Xu Xiaoxian pursed her lips, and what caught her eye was a big man who rushed with surprise.

Xu Xiaoxian made a silent gesture.

The big man stopped in an instant, stunned in place, Xu Xiaoxian smiled, pointed at the corner of Lanyue, and signaled him not to come closer.

The big man with a very visual impact, infinitely close to nine feet tall, grinned and nodded, and froze in place, motionless, like a sculpture, he followed Xu Xiaoxian's gaze and looked at the girl with her eyes closed in the sunset.

And the jetty sword, which was pitch black all over.

The short sword was put on his house by Wang Jianzi, he disliked it tightly, it was black and not slippery, it was sharp, and he had stabbed to death many people who were not long-eyed, Wang Jianzi said that this was the top ten famous swords in ancient times 'Chengying Sword', he didn't believe it, and he didn't care.

The sword is no different from a knife, if it is used to kill people, he thinks that it is better to use a 'mountain opener'.

Go down with an axe, take care of your mother, cut it in two, and you can still jump an egg.

One axe and two paragraphs, that's the energy!

Lu Zhiming is such a person, he can't be moved.

......

The clock is ticking.

It's slow.

So slow that you can almost feel the rhythm of your heartbeat.

The eleven or twelve-year-old delicate girl stood in Jin Guilin with a pitch-black short sword, facing north.

In the moment when the sky was black and white, several magpies returned to their nests and chirped.

The magpie is back!

The big deer in the distance grinned, and the horned Lanyue, who had been closing her eyes, also opened her eyes at this moment.

She raised her hands slowly.

The blade of the jet-black dagger melted like a burning candle at this moment.

Only the hilt of the sword remains.

It's weird.

The delicate girl, holding a sword hilt with both hands, only the sword handle is missing, but on the north wall, there is a faint shadow of the sword, the sword shadow only exists for a moment, as if it is going to disappear with the coming of night.

I don't know how long later, the sky grew dark, and in the moment of day and night, the ethereal shadow of the sword reappeared, shining brightly on the northern wall.

Jiaoli Lanyue raised her hands, grabbed the hilt of her sword and drew an elegant arc, swinging towards the tall golden laurel tree next to her.

A gentle "click" sound froze in the pinna, and the body of dozens of golden laurel trees shook slightly, without much change, and even a few magpies returning to the nest did not fly in shock.

A moment later, after only two breaths, the lush golden laurel group fell in a gentle autumn wind, and several magpies that had just arrived flew away from Jin Guilin in horror.

Dozens of golden laurel trees were cut off by the sword of the 'Chengying Sword'.

The cross-section is as smooth as a mirror, and the flat and convex circle rings show the merciless passage of time.

The sky darkened, and the sword that had left a shadow on the northern wall was invisible, and the distant twilight closed silently, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

Jiaoli Lanyue looked at Xu Xiaoxian and grinned, only the 'Chengying Sword' with the hilt of the sword, happily recognized the master, and submerged in her right hand Lao Gong Acupoint.

Xu Xiaoxian stepped forward, pinched the little girl's face, and smiled lightly.

......

In the dense golden Guilin, it took nearly half an hour.

Finally, in the depths of the dense forest, I saw the courtyard of the Demon King Deer.

The small courtyard surrounded by four all-wooden houses was so simple that it surprised Xu Xiaoxian.

But when he really walked into the house, Xu Xiaoxian had the illusion of being in a different world.

The drop is so big that it can be described as earthy clouds and mud, which is not enough.

The black marble floors, mirror-like wall screens, and seventeen or eighteen ornate crystal agate oil lamps are inlaid under the roof railings, reflecting the whole wooden house as if it were daytime.

Wang Jianzi, who was wearing a mask, was sitting, a piece of colorful glass spread on the pale black flowing water broken pattern fragrant musk wood table, and the meat ball deer was bold but did not know where to go.

At first glance, the chairs wrapped in 100-year-old mink fur are arranged around the table, coupled with the dozens of jars of old wine in the exquisitely carved closet, which makes it look like wine and meat have passed through.

I have to say that luxury is pervasive in every corner, and the luxury that is low-key to the bones is spreading.

Xu Xiaoxian and Jiaoli Lanyue sat down, Wang Jianzi looked at the little girl, and said softly: "Reach out and let me take a look." ”

At Xu Xiaoxian's signal, the little girl stretched out her right hand, Wang Tuniao didn't touch it, spread her palm downward, and faint ripples appeared in her palm, she wiped the right hand of Lanyue in the corner of the palace, and said with a smile: "Raise your right hand, let me see." ”

The little girl raised her slender palm without thinking, and a faint black sword shadow appeared on the wall in an instant, fluctuating and looming.

Wang Tuniao chuckled and said: "'Chengying' is the sword of Daya, and it does not conflict with the royal sword, I brought out this sword from the first floor, just to find an owner for it."

It's a girl's. If the girl lacks a sword attendant, then Wang Tuniao is also a girl's. ”

Wang Jianzi, the swordsman who used to be the leader of the 'first floor' kendo leader, actually wants to be a swordsman for Jiaoli Lanyue?

The little girl shook her head without hesitation.

"My master's name is Xu Xiaoxian. ”