Jian Youfeng
The silver-haired man sat alone on the top of the peak, with a long sword standing beside him, looking at the red glow that was about to rise on the horizon, with a delighted smile on his lips.
He didn't know his name or why he came here. He only knew that the old man in cloth was very kind to him and often taught him swordsmanship.
Although he didn't want to be a swordsman in his heart, due to the old man's advanced age, he couldn't refuse, so he had to work hard to practice swordsmanship.
Of course, the main reason why he practices swordsmanship is to leave here as soon as possible. This is also the agreement between him and the old man. Without swordsmanship, he can only stay in this mountain for the rest of his life and will never be able to walk down the mountain one day. .
The silver-haired man held his cheek with his right palm, tapped his leg lightly with the fingertips of his left hand, and said depressedly: "Oh! I practice swordsmanship every day, I don't know when this day will end."
Before he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from behind him: "What? You can't stay here any longer?"
The silver-haired man immediately trembled, looked back at the kind-faced old man holding a bamboo hat, and said, "Old man, please don't always eavesdrop on my speech, okay? How many times has this happened?"
In the past, when he was talking to himself, the old man in commoner clothes often appeared quietly, so he didn't find it strange.
The old man pointed to the vast sky above his head, and then pointed to the vast land under his feet, and said calmly: "They eavesdrop on you every day, why don't you ask them why they eavesdrop?"
The silver-haired man immediately asked: "They can't talk, how can I ask?"
The old man sat down next to him and said calmly: "If they don't answer you, naturally they won't leak what you said. I also won't mention what you said to others. Why do you have to ask me?" ah?"
The silver-haired man frowned slightly and said carefully: "Old man, why are you so unreasonable? You are a human, you can say whatever you want, and the world is not a human being, how can they communicate with me?"
The old man smiled and shook his head, pointing to the swarms of ants on the ground carrying rice grains, and said, "Do you know what they are doing?"
The silver-haired man replied naturally: "Storing food."
The old man asked again: "You didn't communicate with them, how do you know they are storing food?"
"I...I..." The silver-haired boy thought for a while, covered his heart with his hand, and said, "It told me."
The old man nodded slowly and said: "You have your own thoughts, and so do they, and so does the world. So, people have no secrets, and what do you care about?"
The silver-haired man knew that he couldn't convince him with his reasoning, so he immediately changed the subject: "Old man, what is this hat in your hand for?"
The sun has not yet risen, so the bamboo hat is naturally not for sun protection. Moreover, he has stayed at Jianyou Peak for so long and has not seen the old man wearing a bamboo hat. Therefore, he asked out of curiosity.
The old man put the bamboo hat into his hand and asked with a smile: "Don't you think this bamboo hat looks familiar?"
The silver-haired man stared at the bamboo hat in his hand, and a spark suddenly flashed in his mind, and then the fire began to spread until his entire body was burned.
Soon, the woods in front of him were ignited and turned into a sea of fire in a moment.
"Uh..." He held his head in his hands, his eyes were dazed, and his face showed pain.
"Fire, fire... the fire started from me, who am I! Who am I!"
He stared at the old man with panic eyes, grabbed his arm with both hands, and said hurriedly: "Where are my things? Where are my two fiery red wheels?"
The old man's deep eyes opened slightly, the silver-haired man's body trembled, his hands slowly let go, and his whole person became quiet.
"Concentrate on practicing your sword. When your memory recovers, I will give you what you want." The old man turned his back to him, his tone full of melancholy.
The silver-haired man held a bamboo hat in his hand, stood up and looked at the old man's back, saying: "Those two wheels are very important to me. I haven't seen them for a long time. I want to see my things."
The old man waved his left arm back, and a red light flashed in the silver-haired man's eyes. He felt a warm wind blowing across his cheeks. Two fiery red wheels flew out from the old man's cuffs, and the sharp hooked blade inserted into the ground.
The silver-haired man held the handle in the center of the wheel, immediately lifted the two wheels from the ground, and carefully wiped off the dust on the hook blade.
After that, he handed the wheel to the old man, turned around and pulled out the long sword standing on the ground, and said with a smile: "I'm going to practice sword practice."
After saying that, he held the long sword in his hand and walked down the peak without looking back.
Desert ruins
third area
Ziyang was setting up a fire to roast animal meat. He was holding a piece of firewood in his right hand, and lightning surged from his left palm, slowly forming a barrier to cover himself.
Hua Yao, who was leaning against the sand wall, was awakened by the sound. With a rosy complexion, she quietly opened her beautiful eyes. She first raised her slender hand to touch the wound on her chest, and then cast her eyes towards Zi Yang.
She opened her lips slightly and said softly: "Zi Yang, I'm thirsty."
When Zi Yang heard this, the thunder barrier around him instantly dissipated. He took out a pot of water from Huayao's Lingxuan bag and gently placed the pot next to her.
Hua Yao's aggrieved eyes were fixed on Zi Yang, who was devoted to roasting animal meat, and she said in a slightly unhappy tone: "Zi Yang, I can't move my hands yet, can you give me some water?"
Zi Yang immediately turned to look at her, staring at her beautiful face for ten breaths before slowly speaking: "A few hours ago, weren't you able to move your hands? What happened now? Even the kettle Can’t even lift it?”
Hua Yao blinked her eyes and smiled slightly: "I just woke up and my hands are still a little numb."
Zi Yang said oh and immediately stood up and sat next to her. He held the kettle in his left hand and hugged Hua Yao's shoulder with his right hand to feed her water himself.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he kept holding the water bottle in his left hand and pouring water into Hua Yao's mouth. Hua Yao didn't realize it at first, but she was very satisfied when she saw Zi Yang feeding herself water in person.
Until she drank most of the water in the kettle, Ziyang still didn't take the kettle away. Not only was she a little annoyed, but she also choked on the water.
"Cough cough cough cough..." She raised her hand and pushed Zi Yang's arm away, and the water in the kettle spilled all over her body.
Zi Yang came to her senses immediately and immediately put the water bottle in her hand on the ground, preparing to wipe away the water on her mouth with her sleeves.
As soon as his sleeves were raised, Hua Yao pushed him away. She stared at Zi Yang resentfully and complained: "Are you trying to choke me to death?"
"Huayao, I was negligent just now. It's my fault. I apologize to you here." Zi Yang said with a smile.
Hua Yao rolled her eyes at him and accused: "Apologise? I almost choked to death because of you, what's the use of your apology! I think you deliberately want to make me angry to death."
There was no smile on Ziyang's face, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't be shameless, just be honest!"
"I've already apologized to you, what else do you want from me?"
Hua Yao did not attack him directly this time, but reasoned with him: "You have done something wrong, and you are still not happy when I say a few words to you. Those who don't know think it is my fault."
"Okay, okay, tell me what you want me to do to compensate you." Ziyang didn't talk nonsense and directly guessed her little thoughts.
Hua Yao smiled gently, held Zi Yang's hand tightly with both hands, lowered her eyebrows and said shyly: "Zi Yang, when we get out of the deserted sand ruins, you can come back to Wu Zheng Town with me to get married."
"What! Chengchengcheng... get married?!" Ziyang's eyes widened, and his face was full of panic. Obviously, he did not expect Huayao's compensation to be this.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to get married to me?" Hua Yao asked disappointedly when she saw that he was a little resistant.
"I think!" Ziyang hesitated for a while and then discussed with her: "But is it too early now? Or, wait a few years before we talk?"
Hua Yao looked into his eyes and said immediately: "No! Things will change later, and you won't like me in a few years."
Zi Yang hugged her tightly, clasped his right hand with her soft palm, and said softly: "How could it be? Don't say it for a few years, even if it takes ten years or a hundred years, my feelings for you will not change. .”
Huayao Fenquan gently beat his chest and said carefully: "Liar! Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. If you don't want to marry me, you don't think I am good enough."
"When you meet a girl who is prettier and gentler than me, you won't say that. Besides! What I am most worried about is your face."
Outstanding appearance will naturally attract the attention of the opposite sex. She still understands this very well. The longer it takes, the more opposite sex Ziyang will meet, and the greater the pressure will be on her.
Ziyang's left hand broke free from her hand and picked up the bloody sword on the ground. He held the hilt and swung it upwards. The sword blade scratched his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.
When he swung his sword again, Hua Yao pressed his left hand firmly with both hands and said with great grief: "Zi Yang! What are you doing!"
Zi Yang hugged her tighter with his right arm and said seriously: "If my face is a pain in your heart, then I would rather destroy it."
After hearing what he said, tears welled up in Hua Yao's eyes and fell on the back of Zi Yang's hand. She snatched the broken sword from Zi Yang's hand with both hands and threw it out fiercely. The blade of the sword was inserted into the wall on the side of the Shamen.
She held Zi Yang's cheek with both hands, crying until she was full of tears, and said: "Zi Yang, it's my fault. I shouldn't doubt your feelings for me. I won't think about it again in the future."
Zi Yang carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and found that the white clothes on her chest were soaked red with blood. He gently pinched her fair and moist cheeks and warned: "Remember, don't move in the future. The injury on your chest is not there yet." Completely healed.”
Ignoring the pain in her heart, Hua Yao buried her face in his arms and cried loudly: "Zi Yang, you are so good to me, but I can't always let go of you. I always feel that you will abandon me. I... ..."
Zi Yang gently patted her jade back, pressed his cheek against her green hair, and said: "I understand the worries in your heart, but you have to believe me, no matter what they do, they will not shake your position in my heart. .”
"Ever since Qian Qian left me, you are the only one in my heart."
