When Zhang Ziyu walked out of the cave, Wudie slammed his fist on the stone wall, turned his face, and ignored Black Tiger and Ji Yi.

The black tiger looked at Ji Yi Nunu and expressed helplessness.

Because Dancing Butterfly and Zhang Ziyu were not originally lovers, they were deeply like lovers, with no colorful phoenix wings, and they had a good heart. The piano and the sword should be a perfect match since ancient times.

Ancient Fuxiqin, a famous sword, a heroic beauty. However, Zhang Ziyu is a sword spirit, not a human race, and Wudie is unwilling to admit his obsession with Zhang Ziyu.

Since the Venerable Heavenly Machine handed over the famous sword to her at the Heavenly Machine Peak, he instructed her to protect the famous sword no matter what, when and where. After so many years, the killing continued, and she was tired of licking blood on the tip of the knife.

As a daughter, no matter how others call her a "witch", she is always nostalgic. A little bit of Zhang Ziyu's concern made her fall into love.

When Butterfly Valley was in the valley, watching Zhang Ziyu and Yuyin's every move, her heart was like a knife. She never understood what love was, maybe her heart at that moment was like a knife, it was love.

Love is a poison that pierces the intestines, and it is also an addictive poison.

Love is a thorny rose, it stings the heart, and it will be desperate.

She fell in love with a sword spirit, a sword spirit that could be extinguished at any time. And the famous sword she has guarded all these years, isn't she his patron saint? Why did God joke and play tricks on her already fragile heart.

Zhang Ziyu, no matter what you think in your heart, as long as you are a sword spirit for a day, I have the responsibility to protect you.

I dance the world for the king, and I will live a long life.

If you bear me, I am like a reckless, like a dream, like a dream, and guard your heart.

Dancing Butterfly gritted her silver teeth, silently made a vow in her heart, turned around and walked out of the cave quickly. Leaving Black Tiger and Ji Yi relatively speechless.

"What the hell happened?" Ji Yi didn't know much about their relationship because he first met Zhang Ziyu and Wudie.

The black tiger shook his head helplessly, and said faintly: "Ask the world, what is the love?

"Oh my God, it's an annoying love affair again. Ji Yi patted his head and said stupidly.

The black tiger's sword eyebrows rose, and the thief smiled: "Yo, shoot the sun, you know how to love when you listen to the tone?"

"The most ruthless is to provoke emotional injury, leaning on the window alone, bending the bow to shoot the wolf......" Ji Yi groaned, "Do you drink?"

"Wine?" Black Tiger was stunned, "Where did you get the wine?"

Ji Yi laughed loudly: "Wine is like a confidant, like a shadow." As he spoke, he lifted his shirt, revealing a wine gourd around his waist, which looked like a wine gourd carved from white jade, small and exquisite, and it didn't seem to hold much wine.

The black tiger was dumbfounded, but quickly said disdainfully: "Such a small pot, I don't drink it well." ”

"That's a mistake!" Ji Yi proudly unscrewed the wine jug, raised his head and took a sip, raised his sleeve to wipe the remaining wine on his mouth, "My wine jug, tsk, don't underestimate it, a dozen or so big men are drunk, it is definitely not a problem." ”

"Pull it down, there are more than a dozen big men, unless you are 'drunk with a thousand cups', otherwise, just your little wine jug, the ghost will believe it. "The black tiger is worthy of being well-informed, if it is a little white jade wine pot, it is enough for more than ten big men to get drunk, only the long-rumored thousand cups of drunkenness.

Speaking of a thousand cups of drunkenness, it comes from the fact that "a thousand cups of wine are few for a confidant", and when a confidant meets, he always has to drink bitterly. The so-called "a thousand cups are few", you can't always carry dozens of jars of wine, and then drink happily.

Legend has it that there is a wine sword fairy, who makes friends with heroes all over the world, loves alcohol like life, and invites many friends every time. But it was too troublesome to prepare the drink, so he sought out the famous craftsmen of the Three Realms and forged an earth-shattering wine artifact - a thousand cups of drunkenness.

White jade carving, small and exquisite. But it was filled with enough wine for more than ten or twenty people to drink, and they all went home happy. So, after a long time, a thousand cups of drunkenness has become a good story.

Ji Yi looked even more proud, and threw the white jade wine jug to the black tiger, "Brother Black Tiger, it's not bad, have you heard of a thousand cups ......of drunk?

Heihu took the white jade wine jug, and suddenly felt a chill attacking, the palm of his hand was cool, he looked at it carefully a few times, and couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face, "It's really a thousand cups of drunk, tsk, Brother Ji is so young, he actually has such an artifact." It's really admirable!"

"Haha, no worries. Coincidentally, in the early years, the Houyi clan was in decline, and when I took over, I was very upset when I watched the situation go by. Since then, accustomed to alcoholism, by chance, I went to Buzhou Mountain, shot a sika deer, fell into a cave in the valley, and found this white jade wine jug. Later, I saw from the ancient books that it was the thousand cups of drunk cast by the wine sword fairy. Since then, the Houyi have flourished......"

"In the dark, there is a certainty. The black tiger was a little enthusiastic when he heard it, and he couldn't imagine that Ji Yi would get a thousand cups of drunkenness, and there was such an opportunity, so he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Ji Yi sighed: "The world changes, and the catastrophe is unpredictable. At this moment, presumably Brother Ziyu also wants to have a drink, why don't we have a few drinks together?"

"That's great!" the black tiger nodded happily, and the two of them took a step out of the cave.

Outside the cave, a touch of the rising sun pours down, warm as spring, and the warm wind blows, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Raising the eye, the endless waters, even in between, five sacred mountains are like gods and demons, standing upright.

The clouds and mist are steaming, the fairy aura is swirling, and the white cranes soar in the sky, which is peaceful.

Zhang Ziyu stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the distance, the verdant mountains, extremely eye-catching, and his mood was a little chaotic at the moment. "Into the sword cultivation, extinguishing the relationship, dancing butterflies, I can't live up to you!" he told himself over and over again in his heart.

Although he became a sword spirit, in his previous life, he did not cut off all his emotions and desires. And it is by no means a ruthless and unrighteous sword spirit, but a sword spirit that fuses the soul of a person and the spirit of a sword. He also knows how to love, and he knows the heart of the dancing butterfly from the unprovoked tantrum of the dancing butterfly.

But he is destined to embark on the road of sword cultivation, destined to die in love, even if he swears an alliance with Dancing Butterfly Mountain, he still has to face the curse brought by sword cultivation in the end. It is better not to love than to hurt.

And he and Yuyin met in Pingshui, only the point of returning to the ruins realm was in the same boat in order to survive, and there was no love between men and women at all. At least Zhang Ziyu didn't think about a earth-shattering love with Yuyin.

mission, so that he never dare to forget his identity. As a famous sword spirit, he shoulders the path of justice, and cultivates swords only for the sake of preaching.

The way of heaven is gone, and the demons are dancing. The heart of justice must hold the sword of justice and kill and conquer, just for the peace of the Three Realms.

Moreover, the masters of the Three Realms are like clouds, his cultivation is not high, and when he encounters strong opponents, he is basically "a man is a sword, I am a fish", in order to make himself stronger, only by stepping on sword cultivation and constantly cultivating the sword, can he continue to become stronger and do more righteous things.

The breeze blew by, just like a clear spring cleansing Zhang Ziyu's heart, awakening his sleeping heart of justice, and allowing him to redefine being born for justice.