The sun was shining, and he didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning, stretched his waist greatly, and felt the warm sunshine from outside the cave, which was extremely comfortable.

It is very close to the day of Hongtianfu enrollment, and he has to work hard next, he has a straw stick in his mouth, his hands are pillowed behind his head, and he looks at the sky comfortably with a trace of anxiety.

Looking for Lao Bai, he jumped from a building and disappeared in a few jumps.

"The kid is back?" Lao Bai looked at him with a smile, and looked at him a little unnaturally.

"Of course, won't you come and still live in the ancient sword cave?" The relationship with Lao Bai couldn't be better.

"What's the matter today?" Lao Bai knew him very well and knew that he would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

"Hehe, it's nothing, just come back to see you. "He's very eager.

"Come on, I don't know you yet? Lao Bai looked disdainful.

"That's not a big deal, can I take a copy of each of the books in the Sword Pavilion with me. Pan Chen said very embarrassedly.

"What are you talking about!" Lao Bai's beard jumped with excitement, thinking that it was the cabbage in the vegetable market.

"Just make a copy. He added.

"No, I can't. Lao Bai replied very simply.

"The patriarch has a rule that all important classics in the Sword Pavilion, regardless of age or age, can only be exchanged by cultivators with contribution points, and the rest are not allowed to be taught, otherwise they will be punished as a judge!"

Pan Chen pushed him and said, "There is really no way?"

"Nope. ”

"Not accommodating at all?"

"No, you can't. ”

"Don't give face?"

"Don't give. ”

Pan Chen took out a pot of wine and shook it at Lao Bai's nose, smelling the aroma of wine, Lao Bai threw his face aside.

"Boom. ”

He took a big sip and sighed repeatedly: "Hey, this is the last pot, it's really good wine, but some people are afraid that they won't be able to drink it, so I'll drink it all." ”

"Whoosh. ”

A figure appeared, snatched his wine jug, took a sip, and his face was full of intoxication, the fighting god fairy is fatal to those who drink alcohol, as long as they drink for a while, they can't stand the temptation of wine.

Pan Chen smiled and said, "There is a price to pay for my wine." ”

Lao Bai said: "You don't have to contribute to see the sword trick in the Sword Pavilion, but it's ......"

"But what?"

"If you see me when I practice on weekdays, I'll say something else. ”

"Don't say anything, Lao Bai is still interesting enough for you, and I'll give you another pot. ”

"Didn't you say there was only one pot left?"

"Well, this is the last pot. ”

In the next time, he ate and lived in the Sword Pavilion, and in addition to eating and sleeping every day, he was always watching Lao Bai practice swords.

Although he had never seen the sword technique, Lao Bai's sword technique was much more clever than the ordinary sword technique, from shallow to deep, allowing him to completely understand it.

For two whole months, he was in the Sword Pavilion, he didn't see anyone, the little junior sister came a few times, Zhao Qian came, and the second senior aunt also secretly saw him......

He comprehended the true meaning of the sword in the ancient sword cave, and all kinds of swordsmanship echoed in his mind, and under Lao Bai's demonstration, he was combining the two.

The accumulation of the past is combining rapidly, and his kendo realm is also growing wildly, his growth is terrifying, and even Lao Bai says that he is a monster.

There are still ten days to be the person who accepts disciples in Hongtianfu, and he walked out of the Sword Pavilion and blocked the sunlight with his hand, which was a little dazzling.

The following time, he relaxed himself, and no longer practiced his sword every day, but walked between the peaks.

On the first day, he went to the little sister's cave, and the two of them sat under the woods, staying quietly, feeling the beauty between the mountains and rivers, watching the tide rise and fall, and the sun rising and disappearing.

The two of them didn't say anything superfluous, just stayed quietly, the picture was warm and eternal, and they didn't leave until the early morning of the next day.

He went to Zhao Qian's cave, the two of them caught the fairy chicken together, ate a beautiful meal, drank a whole night of wine, chatted, he left early in the morning, leaving a hangover Zhao Qian still talking nonsense, but after he left, the drunk Zhao Qian opened his eyes and looked at his back from afar.

He went to Ling Xia's mountain, Ling Xia didn't say anything, just threw him a sword, the two of them fought wildly, from sunrise to sunset, one day and one night, Ling Xia was tired and fainted on the mountain, and he sent the other party back to the cave.

Coming out of Ling Xia's cave mansion, he walked towards the top of the mountain step by step, this was the first time he took the initiative to see the second senior aunt, he was afraid in the past.

The second aunt is still as beautiful as described, seeing him come in, the second aunt's face did not change much, he sat quietly next to the second aunt, and meditated with the other party.

One sat for a day and a night, neither of them moved for half a minute, knowing that he got up just after dawn, he cooked a meal for the second aunt, set the dishes and chopsticks and left.

The second aunt opened her eyes, looked at the background of his descent from the mountain, and ate the food in front of her cleanly one bite at a time, with tears in the corners of her eyes, she remembered that Qingfeng loved to eat the food made by the second aunt when she was a child......

At the last stop, he went to Yu Tiandi's sect master's hall, Yu Tiandi seemed to have known that he was coming, and he threw him a storage bag, which contained a lot of spirit stones, as well as magic weapons, spirit weapons, and a lot of items that should be there.

His eyes were a little ruddy, and the other party was so kind to him even though he knew that he was not Yu Qingfeng, he was really moved.

"Manly man, blood does not shed tears, Feng'er was the father who couldn't stand you for the first twenty years, I hope you don't hold grudges. ”

Yu Tiandi seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, with white hair at the corners of his eyes, looking at Pan Chen kindly, his heart was longing for family affection.

Two people, two men sat cross-legged, this night's Yu Tiandi was no longer the sect master, but a kind father, and there was a deep love in his eyes.

He is like a kind old man, constantly holding his son's hand and telling old things, even if it is a trivial matter, he remembers it clearly.

In the end, he went to the forbidden area of the back mountain, took a look at Nian Wushuang, and used a few days to give the last companionship to the person he loved in his heart.

Because he understands that there is no time to go and return, the latter is a year, or two years, or a long way away.

One night he chose to leave alone, he didn't want to part, he was even more afraid of parting, he couldn't bear the pain, but there was no way, he had his own way to go.

Stepping on the moonlight and feeling the hazy moonlight, his lonely figure advanced alone, his back slowly disappearing within the range of the Imperial Sword Sect.

Goodbye, all of you.

As he left, Yang Yunyun looked at the direction he left and tears burst out of her eyes, she wanted not to make a sound, but she couldn't control it, and the tears floated in the air......

Zhao Qian looked into the distance and muttered to himself, he understood that there were some changes in the other party, but he didn't want to say it, his boss will always be his boss......

Boss go.

Ling Xia's hand was a sword, but at this time, the sword was inserted into the mountain wall by her, and he, who had always been stronger than a man, had tears in his eyes.

Bad guy, I'm waiting for you to come back......

The second aunt stroked a rattle in his hand, this drum was his favorite toy when he was a child, every time he cried, the second aunt would use this rattle to make him laugh, and the second aunt stroked the things in her arms over and over again.

Yu Tiandi stood on a tall building, leaning on the roof, looking at his back, with reluctance......

In the Sword Pavilion, Lao Bai danced the sword alone, he was still exercising over and over again, he still thought that the other party had not left, and was still learning sword from him......

How is he? What is not him?

Does it really matter?

As long as the feelings are genuine......