The sun is in the sky, the hot wind is slow, the shadow is under the tree, and the cicada branches are heard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The summer river is particularly fascinating, a little girl with sleeves and trousers is playing in the river, and the muddy water spots are splashed on the white clothes, but the little girl does not care, only occasionally brushes off the pigtails that have fallen.

A young man sat down in the shade of a tree to examine the sword in his hand, as a man, his body was a little thin, a pinch of black beard embedded in his chin, showing the handsomeness of his face, but his skin was slightly rough, and his face was engraved with the years full of wind and frost. Dressed in white, it swayed in the wind, even in the shade.

The man's name is He Feng, and he is the girl's master.

It was a sword with a jet-black body, and He Feng called it the Cold Moon Sword, because this sword was very cold, even in the hot summer, it was still as cold as ever.

The Cold Moon Sword is very blunt, and it hasn't been cut yet, it's not that He Feng doesn't want to, it's that he really doesn't know how to open the blade. He once burned the sword in the iron-making furnace for a day and a night, but as a result, the Cold Moon Sword still had no temperature at all, let alone forging the blade. And the sword feels more and more blunt.

Although this sword is very difficult to chop things, He Feng likes it very much, and there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his hand. It's usually enough to use it to chop vegetables and chop firewood, He Feng doesn't want to use it to cut people, not to mention that He Feng himself doesn't like to hurt people.

The little girl never understood why the master kept staring at the ugly sword, but as long as she didn't disturb her playing, she couldn't care about it.

"Yuya, don't play anymore. ”

"Yuya, the little fish can't do without the water, you don't want to get on the shore. ”

"Yuya, don't get your clothes dirty. ”

He Feng would confess to the little girl so helplessly every once in a while.

"Master, master, how did the tadpoles come about?" Yu Ya was happily teasing a group of tadpoles, completely ignoring He Feng's "suggestion".

"Tadpoles are born of frogs!" He Feng looked like he was full of poetry and books.

"And how did the frog come from?" Rain Bud's eyes flashed.

"Tadpoles grow up to be frogs. He Feng hesitated for a moment, feeling that this answer seemed to be a little bad.

"Huh?" Yuya was speechless for a while, her mind was suddenly confused, her face was full of confusion, and she didn't know how to continue asking.

"Look, that fish is so big. He Feng hurriedly changed the topic, He Feng knew that Yuya actually wanted to ask whether there were frogs or tadpoles first.

Last time, it was the chicken or the egg first, but I was entangled by the rain buds for several days before I stopped, and this time I had to quickly pull myself out of the pit. Fortunately, Yu Ya, who was simple by nature, was immediately distracted, opened his small hands, and waited to stare at his prey. He Feng sighed lightly, closed his eyes and recuperated, and stopped playing with Yuya.

"Hey, master, what is this? I touched it underwater. Yuya was holding a stone in his hand, the stone was long, and it was slightly curved, and there were obvious cracks at both ends, and the stone was dark and dark, and there was a mystery in the depth. There was no mud or moss around the stone, of course, it could not be washed by the rain buds, the rain buds did not have this patience, but the mud and other debris could not adhere to it at all.

He Feng suddenly came to his senses, turned over and studied for a long time, his brows were always locked, and Yu Ya saw the serious expression that He Feng rarely appeared, and knew that the master had entered the stupid melon mode again.

He Feng was full of doubts in his heart, but he had no clue, he didn't know what it was, but he felt that this stone was very familiar, but he couldn't remember the related things for a while, so he had to carefully put the stone into the package behind him.

He Feng hesitated for a moment, then took out the stone again, and then pulled out the Cold Moon Sword from his waist. He sharpened the sword with a stone. After a careful look at the sword, he still didn't notice any change, and he had to put the stone back into the package in disappointment.

He Feng stabbed the sword into the jumping river, and the beads of water droplets hit the sword, and the water blades made a choking sound when they collided. Although the sword was not soiled, He Feng still wanted to wash it.

"Master?" Yuya watched his master's strange movements, got up and stepped forward, his eyes wide as he watched the water splash bloom on the blade of the sword. However, He Feng seemed to be intoxicated by the sound, unaware that Yuya was tugging at his sleeve.

Yuya suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly raised He Feng's hand holding the sword, and gently wiped the water on the Hanyue Sword with his freshly wrung sleeve, "Master, the sword will rust like this." ”

He Feng smiled abruptly, and held a sword flower with one hand, "Choke!" The blunt sword was sheathed.

"Silly boy, the Cold Moon Sword is not made of cast iron, so why is it said to be rusted?" He Feng said, his left hand habitually stroking the top of Yuya's head, "This sword has just been touched by a foreign object, so it naturally needs this worry-free water to be washed." ”

"Oh. Yuya nodded as if she didn't understand, and with a smile, she took out a wooden sword from her waist and stretched it out for the running water to clean. Girls, it's really not suitable to be contaminated with murderous aura, He Feng couldn't be better at sharpening a wooden sword for her.

"Hahaha..."He Feng shook his head and smiled.