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Bai Yujing is not in the sky, but on the earth. He sharpened his sword on the ground, very carefully and gently, as if he were caressing his lover's delicate hand. It had been a long time since he had sharpened his sword, and he hadn't even drawn it for a long time. But the sword is an immortal sword, and it is still sharp if it is not sharpened, but what about people, whether it is still as sharp as a sword. Maybe he is sharpening his own heart sword.

He was a prodigal son, he loved to wander, and on the way, he met all kinds of people. Until he met her, Yuan Zixia, she was by his side and would never leave him again, which was enough. His heart has settled down, people have also settled down, and the ups and downs in the rivers and lakes seem to have moved away. The immortal sword in his hand has long been replaced by a teapot for drinking tea, a hunting bow for hunting, a horsewhip for traveling, and a lover's Qianqian jade hand.

Today was a good day, the sun was shining, the clouds were coming and going, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to sharpen his sword on a whim. While he was sharpening his sword, a guest came.

Very few people come here on weekdays, and this big mansion is in the suburbs and is somewhat remote. Occasionally, a "butterfly" came, and the "butterfly" was very rude, and often fought with him, saying that it was to vent his grievances.

This time's guests were not the "butterflies" that made Bai Yujing feel helpless, but three people, and this time the guests surprised him a little, because one was an old nun dressed in gray and white, one was a rich merchant with satin and silk, and there was a little girl in plain white clothes. This combination is indeed a bit strange.

Yuan Zixia is a qualified hostess, she warmly invites the guests to sit down in the small pavilion in the courtyard, and then says sorry, she says that her husband is sharpening his sword, and the process is inconvenient to interrupt when it begins, but it can be finished soon.

The wealthy businessman is a little fat, his face is oily, but his clothes are not simple, and people like Yuan Zixia who know the goods know that this outfit can reach the mansion of her family. The rich merchant was expressionless, and he was not as patient as the old nun next to him. He said, "If you look for him, you will also be looking for you." ”

Yuan Zixia's beautiful eyes turned and asked, "Suzhou Zhu family?" She looked at the old nun again, "From Emei?"

The rich merchant snorted, and the old nun nodded.

Bai Yujing's hand sharpening his sword paused.

Yuan Zixia groaned as she felt that her head had become two big.

The Zhu family in Suzhou is the richest wealthy family in the entire Jiangnan, but it is not enough to make the two of them big. It was the old nun who made them both bigger.

Because the old nun's sword is very fast, faster than the so-called first fast sword in the rivers and lakes "Bafang Wind and Rain Sword", this point, Zhao Liang of the Bafang Wind and Rain Sword can prove it himself, because he can no longer use the sword. The old nun's skills were also very fast, so fast that the three young men of the Tang Sect didn't even have time to send out his proud secret weapon Guanyin tears, and the Guanyin tears were confiscated by the old nun. Such an old nun is certainly not an ordinary old nun, she is the head of the Emei faction, Master Suyin. She returned from the Western Regions not long ago, and she traveled thousands of miles and dust. It's just because her own nephew, the favorite youngest son of Zhu Sheng, a wealthy businessman next to her, was killed two years ago. The couple in front of them is the biggest suspect.

Bai Yujing didn't know how to explain it, and even the smartest Yuan Zixia didn't know how to explain it. Because all the people who were there at that time were dead, and only the two of them were alive. Zhu Dashao was not killed by them. But this is not important in the midst of the struggle. The important thing is that the dead Zhu Dashao once competed with him and her for the peacock figure, and later, Zhu Dashao died.

The old nun was waiting for Bai Yujing's sword to be sharpened. The little girl next to her is a closed disciple she values very much, and she was brought here to experience the master duel, which is a good learning opportunity.

The old nun was closing her eyes and recuperating, her fingers tapping lightly on her scabbard with the sound of sharpening her sword.

The immortal sword in Bai Yujing's hand was still grinding, and every time he sharpened it, the tense air around him seemed to be a little thicker. Yuan Zixia's hand pinched the light gauze skirt, and her fingers were a little white.

At this moment, a few crisp knocks on the door broke the suffocating dead silence. Yuan Zixia exhaled lightly and hurriedly opened the door, no matter who came, she wanted to thank her.

With the sound of brisk footsteps, a fourth guest stepped into the courtyard. Everyone inside looked at him, even the old nun opened her eyes slightly. The owner of the footsteps was a young man, who was handsome, with a long robe, a steady but brisk step, a bag on his shoulder, and a rod in his hand.

Bai Yujing watched the young man's footsteps, looking at it, with a wry smile on his face.

He said, "You're coming?"

The young man nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Xiaoshi, I am Wu Tiansheng." ”

The wry smile on Bai Yujing's face became even stronger, "It's not the right time to come." ”

I was born to see strange people in the courtyard, and strange atmospheres. "Maybe it's just the right time. He consciously stood beside his little aunt Yuan Zixia, put down his bags, and stood there with the moire dog beating stick in his hand, just as he simply came, standing so naturally.

Bai Yujing's smile was not so bitter, and he said, "If you come, you will be safe." ”

His sword had been sharpened, and he wiped it clean with the cleanest mountain spring water and the softest cotton cloth nearby. No one thought he was contrived, because that sword was an immortal sword. From Lu Zu, from Baiyun Temple, and more importantly, it was Bai Yujing's sword.

He felt that his heart sword should have been sharpened. Ready to speak, come on.

The old nun Master Su Yin also slowly stood up and clenched the Emei famous sword "Tianxia Xiu" in her hand.

Suddenly, there was a coquettish voice, "So it's you?!"

The voice came from the old nun's closed disciple, the plain little girl in white, after she shouted out, she found that something was wrong, and her fair face suddenly became white and red, red like a red-faced little bird.

The old nun frowned, let go of the hand that held the hilt of the sword, and looked at the little girl with reproachful eyes. "Sparrow, what's going on?"

The finch pointed to the side with a slightly trembling finger. "It's him, that's right, it's him. He and his accomplices, from the Blue Dragon Society, wanted to kill me two years ago. ”

I was born with a feeling of madness. No wonder I thought that the plain little girl was familiar just now, and it was the daughter of Zheng Yiren, the former "Taishan Hero". One got into the tip of the horn and couldn't get out. In order to lure out Zheng Yiren, Lao Liu pretended to be a murderer, which further confirmed her conclusion.

A revenge that has been waiting for two years is off topic. Zhu Sheng on the side trembled slightly with anger, but he didn't dare to accuse Zheng Que'er. Because the Zhu family in Suzhou is rich and rivals the country, and the number of thieves who covet it is innumerable, the reason why no powerful thieves dare to touch them is mainly because his sister is the head of the famous martial arts faction "Emei faction".

Bai Yujing also relaxed his grip on the sword, because he knew that he and the old nun Su Yin could not fight for the time being. He and Yuan Zixia watched this sudden farce with interest.

I regret it by nature, why didn't I look at the yellow calendar when I went down the mountain, or let Bai Jing Lao Dao calculate the hexagram.

The clouds want to be quiet, the wind does not stop, and there will be no help.