The soul of the divine bird is attached to the Nine Heavens Sword

The father of the chick flapped his wings again and flew to the treetops, and in an instant it flew down again, but when it came back, it had more food for the chicks in its mouth, and after it had fed the chicks, it went back and forth three times in the vicinity of the willow green plateau, and flew towards the crescent moon in the treetops in the sky.

At this moment, the chick on the ground chirped in horror, and eagerly flapped its tiny wings and chased it into the air, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not leap up.

Liu Qingyuan picked up the chick and got up to look into the air, and then a tragic scene happened, only to see the white swan hovering in the treetops flying higher and higher in the moonlight, and finally disappeared in Liu Qingyuan's sight.

Liu Qingyuan rubbed his eyes, looked into the air again, and a small white dot appeared in Liu Qingyuan's eyes in the distance.

Suddenly, Liu Qingyuan let out a cold sweat.

I couldn't wait to shout, "Look, look, it's back, it's back・・・・・・" Before he finished speaking, a trace of horror suddenly flashed across his face, and he hurriedly shouted, "Don't ・・・・・・"

With a muffled "poof", the high-flying white swan crashed into the trunk of the crooked-necked willow tree, and flew to the Western Elysium with the soul of another swan.

The chicks in Liu Qingyuan's arms struggled to break free from Liu Qingyuan, and rushed into the arms of their parents desperately, and the pair of deceased white swans had long since lost a trace of breath・・・・・・

The pair of deceased swans in Liu Qingyuan's arms, they finished their last journey with affection, and the blood had already stained Liu Qingyuan's clothes red, and the blood flowed along the clothes to the cold iron sword on the side, and the cold iron sword also shed bright red tears because of the blood of the swan・・・・・・

The chicks chirped miserably, until the east showed their white belly, and then they fell asleep in a hazy way.

Liu Qingyuan sighed deeply: "Alas, what is the situation in the world, and the direct teaching of life and death promises? Happy fun, parting bitterly, there are more infatuated children ・・・・・" This poem comes from Yu Yuan's "Touching the Fish, Yanqiu Ci".

After Liu Qingyuan finished his song, he was already full of emotion, got up and threw away the one-meter-square tomb in front of the willow tree, and then buried the pair of white swans who depended on life and death inside.

When everything was arranged, the chick also woke up, only to see that it had been reluctant to leave its parents' grave for a long time.

Liu Qingyuan couldn't bear to disturb, so he waved the cold iron sword and danced in an open space.

At this time, Liu Qingyuan's beautiful sword posture attracted every passing bird, and they couldn't help but stop and admire, and let out a beautiful song, as if they were seeing off the deceased white swan couple, and adding to Liu Qingyuan's sword dance.

Gradually, the cold iron sword in Liu Qingyuan's hand seemed to be possessed by the white swan, revealing the beautiful wings of the white swan from time to time, and the cold iron sword seemed to be infused with life, sometimes fast, sometimes soft, sometimes tenacious, and contracted freely in Liu Qingyuan's hands・・・・・・

Liu Qingyuan was also stunned by the sudden power, and hurriedly withdrew his move to observe it carefully, only to see that the usual cold iron sword with cold light and incomparably powerful had a faint hint of crimson soft light, where is this a murderous weapon, it has simply become a beautiful and flawless work of art.

Liu Qingyuan smiled with satisfaction between his eyebrows.

Immediately took out the sword, and the move taught by the master Ye Qiubai danced.

Following the direction of the sword qi, I saw a faint ripple on the surface of the lake, and the ripple accompanied the sword when it was far and near, sometimes high and sometimes low, Liu Qingyuan immediately stabbed forward violently, only to see that the lake water was like a torpedo ready to be launched, only flying a few zhang away in the distance.

Then Liu Qingyuan waved towards the air again, the air flow in the air as if it was sucked over, quickly condensed into a stream of air, only gathered around the sword, exuding amazing energy, Liu Qingyuan's eyes suddenly raised, slightly trembled a trace of his arm, only to see that the air flow instantly dispersed, scattered to the willow branches, only to startle the leaves "whoosh", and the birds also scattered in all directions.

At the moment when Liu Qingyuan trembled, he flipped his arm and according to the master's teaching, the sword came out of his hand and flew to a bluestone in the distance, although the bluestone could not be broken, but the sword had been deeply inserted into the bluestone.

Liu Qingyuan smiled, leaped forward and drew his sword, and then jumped up and came to the grave of the swan couple. Reach out your left hand and pick up the chick that lost its parents overnight.

Said sadly: "I can quickly appreciate the secret of this stream breaking the moon today, your parents are indispensable" Then he looked at the black iron sword in his hand and said: "The power of the cold iron sword depends on the death of your parents, it seems that they are reluctant to you, so they attached their souls to the body of the cold iron sword." In the future, my sword will be renamed ・・・・・・" hesitated for a moment: "The love of the couple is strong, and the Nine Clouds Ding can go freely, so it will be called the Nine Clouds Tripod Sword"

Before the words landed, I saw a soft light flashing from the cold iron sword, and the five big characters "Nine Clouds Ding Sword" faintly appeared from the hilt.