Sharp blades pierce Swan Island

"I have received an invitation from the head of the Wude Sect, Lin Zhangmen," Ye Qiubai continued: "August 15 of the next year will be the great day of the great day of the martial arts disciples Zhou Yuping and Lin Shengxue, and I will definitely choose those who are outstanding in kung fu to go to the feast with me. ”

At this time, the disciples around have discussed, the rules of Jianhu Villa are strict, the disciples have been up the mountain for many years, and there are very few who can go down the mountain, if you can go with the master to participate in the feast of Wudemen, you can not only increase some experience, but also enjoy the prosperity of the rivers and lakes.

Everyone said in unison: "It's the master, the disciple obeys the master's orders"

A small island of tens of square meters in the center of the clear water lake, surrounded by water on all sides, a crooked neck willow tree more than ten meters high in the center of the island looks vigorous under the moisture of the lake, the shadow of the tree is pulled out dozens of meters away along the lake, under the willow tree, Liu Qingyuan has practiced all the master's stream water with his memory, and his face showed a depressed expression.

He said to himself, "Why can't I be like my master?

After saying that, he practiced the sword again, and so back and forth for more than ten rounds, Liu Qingyuan's sweat beads had covered his forehead, but there was no progress, helpless, depressed, he reclined under the willow tree, and thoughtfully admired the blue lake.

As the sun sets, the afterglow reflected on the surface of the lake is refracted to the sweat drops on Liu Qingyuan's forehead, emitting a crystal light, and a light boat in the distance gradually disappears on the lake with silver stars under the swing of the old boatman, and occasionally a naughty fish jumps out of the water, wagging its tail vigorously, as if to rush out of the endless lake, and the birds in the distant sky also return to their habitat in flocks.

At this moment, the desolate cry of the pair of white swans came from a distance, and in an instant they had come closer, only to see one of the white swans flapping its wings and staggering and landing on the crooked neck willow tree.

Liu Qingyuan was wondering why the pair of white swans were screaming so badly, when suddenly one of them fell from the crooked-necked willow tree and happened to fall into Liu Qingyuan's arms.

Liu Qingyuan's heart trembled and hurriedly got up, only to see that the white swan had been pierced through the chest by a sharp arrow at some point, and the blood had already stained the snow-white feathers.

Another white swan gathered around it and stretched out its beak from time to time to help it heal its wounds, looking very sad.

Liu Qingyuan was moved by the scene in front of him, slowly came to the front and nodded kindly to the white swan, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, and helped the injured swan wipe away some blood stains.

Liu Qingyuan did not drive it away, but smiled and raised his handkerchief, and then took out a glass medicine bottle from his arms, shook it a few times in front of the swan, and then gestured to the injured swan, and then smiled and gently sprinkled the gold sore medicine on the wound of the injured swan, and the other seemed to understand Liu Qingyuan's kindness, and slowly quieted down, watching Liu Qingyuan intently heal his companions.

Although Liu Qingyuan knows a little about medical skills, the skin injury can barely be dealt with, but when he saw that the sharp arrow had penetrated the swan's chest, only the bare sides were outside, which stumped Liu Qingyuan, if he helped the swan to pull out the sharp arrow now, then there was only one consequence, that is, it would die immediately, but if he didn't pull out the sharp arrow, the swan might not survive the dawn.

Liu Qingyuan looked at the swans that were almost in tears next to him, and then looked back at the swans that were in danger, and he had no idea for a while.

At this moment, the pair of swans seemed to understand Liu Qingyuan's difficulties, and made miserable chirps to each other, as if they were explaining something to each other, the cry spread along the lake to the distance, and Liu Qingyuan, who only listened to the side, felt sour in his heart, Liu Qingyuan sighed helplessly, hugged the injured swan in his arms, and also shed tears of sympathy.

Suddenly, the uninjured swan was afraid to fly straight to the treetops with its wings, and in a moment it brought a fledgling swan, which did not have the bright and beautiful feathers of his parents, but was more like an ugly duckling, with messy feathers, and the color was black and white and disorderly.

The chick wriggled its slightly bald tail, staggered to Liu Qingyuan's approach, looked at its injured mother, raised its head to the sky and struggled to make a faint chirp, and when it was tired, it lay prone in front of it, silently looking at Liu Qingyuan and his mother.

Gradually, the sky had darkened, and the only glimmer of light on the west side of the lake was drowned out by the merciless darkness, and a cool breeze blew, and the sickle-like moon gradually rose from the east, hanging on the branches, and the moon was even brighter tonight, as if it were praying for the unfortunate white swan・・・・・・

Liu Qingyuan was neither asleep nor awake, and dimly seemed to feel that the swan in his arms was changing, and the already warm feathers seemed to gradually cool down, and finally it was as cold as a lake.

Liu Qingyuan felt a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly rubbed his slightly sleepy eyes and shouted, "Don't..." This shout woke up the pair of swan father and son next to him from the haze.

On the secluded island, there was a faint mournful chirping of swans・・・・・・ only to hear the insects in the grass holding their breath, the fish in the water stopped swimming, and even the crescent moon in the sky stopped, sending out all the light to guide them・・・・・・

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