In the mountains and forests at night, the temperature plummets, and the fog is thick, like a ghost wandering in the underworld.

Three or four mud-walled grass huts, like sleeping camels, lie quietly in the bamboo forest rubbing in the wind.

Including the Black Tiger Hall subordinates who paid the price for their arrogance, almost everyone has fallen asleep, no matter whether it is the golden iron horse, the sword and sword, or the lights and wine, and the drunken gold fan.

In this dark and misty night, only one window is still lit.

In the room full of yellow candlelight, one green and one black, one bright and one dark, the two sit opposite each other at the table, like a chess player playing against each other, and like a Zen person listening to the pine.

Yang Ao had already taken off his hat and mask, and stacked them neatly aside, his clothes had not yet faded, and the bladeless broken sword was still hanging from his waist. The wine and side dishes in front of him have been prepared, and the young man in the green shirt raised his glass with a smile and invited him to drink together.

To drink this wine, or not to drink?

The hot soup that Li Yuan served that night after yesterday's o'clock quickly appeared in front of him. Out of trust in his loyal subordinates, Yang Ao drank it all without thinking about it, but who knew that he had just been hit by the incurable dose of broken intestines.

Now, in the face of this glass of alcohol, Yang Ao was a little hesitant.

It is not that there is no doubt that the other party will secretly do it, because the previous generosity has shown sufficient goodwill, and with the other party's supernatural skills, there is no need to use such indiscriminate means.

Yang Ao was just a little puzzled, in this river and lake licking blood from the knife edge, how could the young man in green shirt be so scheming, so simple as to help me, a stranger I never knew, and bring him to live in the same room, good wine, good food and good hospitality?

With such hesitation, he didn't raise his glass for a long time.

The young man also seemed to see the signs, gently put down the wine glass, sighed, and said: "I thought that there should be stories of strangers and confidants and laughing in the outside world, but I didn't expect that what I saw and heard along the way was really a fairy tale......"

Hearing this, Yang Ao's heart seemed to have a soft place poked by the sword, faintly painful, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said: "This young man, thank you for your help, and if we meet again in the future, we will definitely repay each other with a spring!" ”

"That's right! You, and you, are all right!" When the young man heard this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists and said hatefully: "There is only intrigue here! Only I am cheating! I can only compete for fame and fortune! Everyone is in danger! Just like you! Obviously, when I meet someone like me, I sincerely invite you to come, talk about good wine and food, and beware of whether there is poison in the wine! Is it ?...... Don't laugh! Look at you, after you came in, until now, you can't untie the sword in your waist, you obviously don't believe me! You people from the rivers and lakes are really boring!"

Yang Aowan didn't expect that his persuasion would cause the other party to complain, so he had to smile bitterly and apologize, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, the young man is angry! I didn't mean that......"

"Then what do you mean? If you want to keep talking, just drink the wine! Otherwise, you might as well move me out, so that I don't have to worry about watching it!"

Yang Ao was angry and funny, thinking to himself how could this young man have no city government at all, and besides, his sister and Uncle Zhang had already fallen asleep, so it was obviously inappropriate to drag them up now. Anyway, tomorrow morning, everyone will go their separate ways, and tonight we will endure this experience, and accompany your little brother who does not know the world to drink and talk!

Thinking of this, Yang Ao picked up the wine glass, raised the cup in his left hand, and said: "I didn't expect Shaoxia to be a cheerful person, okay! It's just right! I don't like grinding and chirping, come! I'll toast you!"

"No, you annoyed me just now, this cup is a punishment. Just have another drink!" The young man's face softened a little, but he did not completely dissipate his breath, his beautiful eyes turned around, and he continued: "Also, your sword is not allowed to be carried on your waist, it must be handed over to me!"

"This ......" Yang Ao could barely agree after hearing the other party's first half of the sentence, wouldn't it be just an extra glass of wine, but this mixed yuan spirit sword is one with my sword, and it never leaves his body, how can it be handed over to a stranger he just met?

"Why?

"It's not that I won't, it's just this sword...... Life and death with me, never leave me. After Yang Ao finished speaking, he subconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword, and suddenly felt that the sword body trembled slightly, and his hands were a little hot, and he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

The first few times the sword body trembled, and then unexpected changes happened!

Once at the gate of Kenshin Villa, he slashed and killed the other self copied by Guanghua Baojian with lightning speed.

Later, in the Nameless Stone Cave, the Broken Sword guided the way and found a strange key under the stone trough.

The third time was in the pass and the road in the mountains, with the power of the sword demon and the hell boat, he killed four executioners, the traitor Li Yuan and a group of Ding Jia.

The most recent time was to dance the Celestial Clan's sword technique by the lake, dispelling the out-of-control demonic nature.

And now, this terrible Mixed Yuan Spirit Sword is shaking again, as if it is going to attack again!

But wait!

This time was different from the previous times, although the broken sword kept trembling, it did not make a faint dragon groan, but it was as hot as if it had been roasted by fire.

This unprecedented situation made Yang Ao very worried, and immediately untied the broken sword and put it on the table, which immediately shook the table, the glass turned over and spilled wine, and the saucer jumped and chopsticks flew.

This sudden change of hexagram also frightened the young man in green shirt opposite, and his handsome face was half surprised and half curious.

"Hey, is your sword alive?" said the young man, reaching out and grabbing the hilt of the sword that was just aimed at him.

"Don't touch!!" Yang Aoxin was about to jump out, and hurriedly pressed the scabbard to get up to stop, but it was too late, only to hear a sound, the bladeless broken sword had been pulled out of the sheath by the young man, and then there was a poof, I don't know if the sword was too heavy or the other party didn't hold it steadily, the sword was stunned and plunged down into the floor, standing there, and stopped shaking.

The pure white wrist was slightly exposed from the cuffs, like ice and jade, and the hilt of the sword was still held in the hand with skin like snow.

"Hot ......" Yang Ao was dumbfounded, and only one word was squeezed out of the corner of his mouth trembling, looking very embarrassing and funny.

"It's not hot, I don't believe you touch it. The boy replied, perhaps it had come too suddenly, and although he managed to calm himself, he blushed.

“？”

Yang Ao stepped forward to take a look, he was also confused, obviously the sword was trembling slightly like a convulsion, and it was so hot that his hands were hot, why did the student suddenly change his evil and return to the right like a teacher, and stop messing around with respect? Not only did he not tremble, but he also returned to normal temperature and normalcy in a blink of an eye?

He muttered and pulled out the broken sword, inserted it into its sheath, and did not tie it back to his waist, but simply placed it on the table.

The young man in the green shirt snorted, it was a round field, he still sat back in his place, picked up the overturned wine glass, poured it full of alcohol, his eyes were still fixed on the sword, he raised the glass again, and said: "I didn't expect you to have this kind of strange sword, and you can be regarded as knowledge...... As the saying goes, red fans give beautiful women, swords give heroes, and those who can live and die with this strange sword must also be a strange person?"

After experiencing the scene just now, although Yang Ao had doubts in his heart, he didn't have time to think about it, but he just felt that the invisible wall that was originally blocking between the two seemed to be like ice meeting fire, gradually melting. So he also raised his glass, humorously laughing at himself: "Where is a strange person, it is a broken person! A broken sword, a broken person!" After speaking, the two cups were touched, and they were all gone.

"It's not broken," the young man looked at the sword again, seemed to appreciate it, and sighed: "Actually, I also know the rules of the rivers and lakes, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead...... Man and sword are like close friends, inseparable from each other. So, I just tested you, I just wanted to see ......" He stopped talking, raised his glass again, and silently handed it to the table.

Yang Ao's heart is also mixed.

This sword, originally owned by the Sword Emperor of the Heavenly Country, somehow appeared in the treasure secret room of Lord Jinxiushui's Mansion in the City Lord's Mansion. He was resurrected by the death of the Sword Emperor Yuanshen, and he also became the owner of this sword. Including the Xuanxue Horse and the Glorious Treasure Book, they should all be summoned by the Sword Emperor Yuanshen.

There is no edge in the broken sword, and there is no trace in the blood.

The bitter sea is boundless, and the road ahead is dustless.

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you!

Looking at the young man in green shirt in front of him, Yang Ao suddenly felt moved. Although the two primordial gods of the Sword Emperor and the Sword Demon disappeared without a trace because of their forced pranayama, as long as the faith is not lost and the will does not fall, this way will eventually come out of the dense haze and usher in the rising sun of tomorrow.

"Come, do it!" Yang Ao raised his glass in response.

"!"

......

After three rounds of drinking, the intention is prosperous.

Xu is an old wine, the wine is soft and does not hit the head, or the end of the world is the same way, the wine is known to be a thousand cups less, the two are not drunk, they talk very happily, not only exchange names, but also preface the year Geng.

Through the young man's self-report, Yang Ao learned that he was a native of the neighboring Jialan City, surnamed Xue Mingyu, one year younger than himself, and this time he traveled to Haotian, Chiyang, Liquan and other cities, and after enjoying the exotic scenery, he was on his way home. The two purple-clothed old men accompanying him were swordsmen under his clan's surname, and they were entrusted by their father to protect them all the way.

"Then we are really fate!" Xue Yu heard that Yang Ao was also going to Ye Langguo, and said excitedly: "It just happens that we are accompanied by people on the road, and there are many people to take care of!"

"Uh......" Yang Ao was a little embarrassed, "...... I'm not on the same path as you. ”

"What? Do you want to take the caravan's plank road? That road is closer, but it's hard to walk, Shi Lao said. "—Shi Lao should be referring to a certain purple-clothed swordsman.

"No, I'll take the third way, the old way to the bottom. ”

chatted happily for a while, and when he was unguarded, Yang Ao revealed the itinerary plan.