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One morning half a month later, Xie Xiang woke up early with a premonition. After washing, he sat on the bed in a daze.
Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Xie Xiangcai got up, thinking that the Seventh Senior Brother must have come to him early to practice martial arts on the back mountain.
He straightened his clothes, walked to the door, and opened it with a creak.
However, when Xiangcai saw Murong Mingzhu dressed in black, he was stunned.
"Fifth senior brother?"
The young man obviously did not expect that the fifth senior brother would come and knock on the door so early in the morning.
Murong Mingzhu smiled at Xie Xiangcai, looked at the young man who had put on his clothes, and reached out to pat his shoulder, "Are you ready to wash up? Your seventh senior brother has not returned from a long journey, and the master asked me to teach you martial arts!"
Xie Xiangcai was startled, thinking that the Seventh Senior Brother had gone on a long trip, no wonder he hadn't been seen in these days.
Murong Mingzhu looked Xie Xiangcai up and down and clicked his tongue with a meaningful expression.
Xie Xiangcai's face immediately darkened.
I think Fifth Senior Brother must have heard of his nickname that has been widely circulated during this period.
Seeing Xie Xiangcai's unnatural expression, Murong Mingzhu laughed, then turned around, her body transformed into a fiery red arc and swept towards the eaves not far away.
"Junior brother, follow up!"
Xie Xiangcai calmed down his expression and disappeared into the room in an instant.
On the street, two figures, green and red, flashed past the eaves along the way, and soon they came to the back hill full of lychee trees.
Murong Mingzhu's figure suddenly stopped, and Xie Xiangcai, who was following closely behind him, restrained himself from the strong wind at his feet and stopped.
A young man dressed in red stood on the mountainside and looked into the distance. He saw that most of the lychee trees on the mountain had withered in just two decades.
Murong Mingzhu walked forward slowly, feeling lost, and stopped in front of a lychee tree in the center, absently stroking the cracked bark.
How could Prime Minister Xie not know what the other party was thinking, but mentioning the matter of Concubine Qin being brought back to the palace at this time would undoubtedly make matters worse.
After Murong Mingzhu was silent for a moment, she turned around, and the desolation in her eyes was immediately suppressed deep in her heart.
I saw Murong Mingzhu flicking his sleeves, his robe dancing in the wind, like a ball of dazzling flames. The soles of his feet touched the ground, and he climbed up to the tallest lychee tree. His fingers pointed at the continuous mountains not far away.
"Junior brother, come and see!"
After hearing this, Xie Xiangcai climbed up to the lychee tree without hesitation, and the two of them looked at the mountains together.
Murong Mingzhu traced his finger from east to west, and saw towering mountains stretching endlessly, forming a semi-encirclement shape surrounding an extremely large city in the middle.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes were full of shock, and he asked a little calmly, "Is this...Qingmeng City?"
Murong Mingzhu smiled and nodded, and then turned her finger so that her fingertips faced the north-south direction, and she saw mountains surrounding the city.
Qingmeng City is surrounded by two mountains.
Murong Mingzhu's expression suddenly became solemn, and his tone was slightly lowered as he said, "These two mountains have the same origin and were originally connected vertically and horizontally. However, it is said that many years ago they were split open by a peerless master of the Heavenly Realm. Using a hinterland in the middle, the first batch of people came here over the mountains and opened up a city, and then the prototype of Qingmeng City came into being."
The young man nodded slowly, but his eyes were already attracted by a lake filled with water vapor in the center of Qingmeng City.
Murong Mingzhu followed his gaze and smiled, her expression obviously much more relaxed, "The lake in the middle of Qingmeng City is Xuluo Lake."
After the young man spoke, he stretched out his palms to hold the young man's sleeves, and tapped the branches with his soles. The two of them flew up into the air together until they were nearly twenty feet away from the ground.
Murong Mingzhu used the original power around her body, causing the two of them to stay high in the sky for more than ten breaths.
Xie Xiangcai looked down at the mountains and the Qingmeng City surrounded by them. In the middle of the Qingmeng City, the Xuluo Lake glowed with a blue luster.
The young man was shocked. The two arcs of mountains and a lake that came into view suddenly formed a huge eye!
Murong Mingzhu looked at Xie Xiangcai whose expression changed drastically, and all the strength in her body dissipated, leading him to slowly fall to the ground.
He shook his sleeves, a cold light flashed on his palm, and the three-foot sword emerged.
Murong Mingzhu flicked her wrist, pulled out a sword flower, and immediately said while dancing her sword, "Master said that Qingmeng City has the right time, place and people, so that the immortals in the sky can't stop spying, so they lowered the mysterious formation to try to Suppress the 'Dragon Eye' here that is related to Daqing's national destiny, and prevent any more geniuses on earth from rising from here and breaking the order."
Xie Xiangcai didn't seem to understand, but he could hear from the fifth senior brother that Qingmeng City, which is thousands of miles away, is indeed a geomantic treasure.
Murong Mingzhu's sword dance suddenly stopped, and he raised his sword behind his back with his hands behind his back.
"The master used the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth to suppress the five directions of east, west, south, north, and center of Qingmeng City and the Four Outer City. He taught the six disciples, except for you and the seventh junior brother, the five weapons of swords, guns, sticks, swords and halberds. , to forcibly retain the luck of Qingmeng City to ensure that the Feng Shui here still looks like a 'politically sound and harmonious people'."
The young man was a little puzzled when he heard this, "That seventh senior brother..."
Murong Mingzhu's expression was a little complicated, "Seventh Junior Brother's situation is a bit special."
Xie Xiangcai could only nod slightly. He could also tell that this seventh senior brother seemed to be really unusual.
Murong Mingzhu looked into Xie Xiangcai's pure eyes and held the sword in front of her again.
"Little junior brother, your attribute is wind. It is beyond the five elements, but it is invisible. It is the center of the great formation set up by the master. Therefore, the master asked me to teach you how to use the same weapon. "
Xie Xiangcai suddenly raised his head, his eyes almost bursting with light.
"What weapon?"
Murong Mingzhu, dressed in red, held out the Dragon-Slaying Sword in her hand.
"Use a sword!"
Xie Xiangcai's eyes shone brighter.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
"Hey!"
The dragon-slaying sword looked light, but actually weighed eight kilograms. Xie Xiangcai was not paying attention and his wrist cramped.
Murong Mingzhu laughed loudly when she saw this and pulled the Dragon-Slaying Sword back from his hand.
"This sword of mine is too violent and murderous. It will be harmful and unhelpful for me to have too much contact with it. It won't be too late for me to go to Qingmeng City and find the old man at the Sword Tomb to fight with another sword after I have achieved a little success." !”
Xie Xiangcai was a little disappointed when he heard this. After all, in his eyes, the dragon-slaying sword held by the fifth senior brother was indeed very chic!
After he pondered for a moment, he looked at Murong Mingzhu and asked, "Fifth Senior Brother, why does master want me to learn swordsmanship?"
Murong Mingzhu was speechless for a moment, and after hesitating for a long time, she could only say vaguely, "Well... it must be because of the handsome sword! Junior brother, think about it, you are wearing a green shirt and holding a beautiful long sword, standing on a peerless tall building and dancing to the moon. Isn’t the sword the most beautiful thing in the world?”
When Xie Xiangcai heard this, he couldn't help but think a little, as if he was really that brilliant swordsman.
Seeing that he was lost in thought, Murong Mingzhu quickly waved her hand to make Xie Xiang come back to his senses, and said in a slightly heavier tone, "Junior brother, as a master's 'formation eye', apart from the martial arts, the swordsmanship must not fall behind, so... "
The young man was startled and asked quickly, "So what?"
"bass--"
A sword energy spread out from between Murong Mingzhu's eyebrows, forcefully flying Xie Xiangcai, who was standing still, several feet away.
"So don't blame senior brother for being so cruel!"
Prime Minister Xie made several somersaults before he got up. After brushing off the dirt on his body, he glanced at the young man in red not far away with a trace of resentment. After stamping his feet helplessly, he had no choice but to bury his head and walk forward.
Murong Mingzhu casually moved the long sword in his hand, and a straight branch as long as an arm and as thick as a thumb fell from the lychee tree not far away.
There was a surge of suction in his free palm, and the branch flew into his palm, and then a ball of flames rose up from it, wrapping all the branches. The flames did not dissipate for a moment, and the dark brown branches turned into It is a wooden sword with a slightly rough workmanship.
"Catch the sword!"
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Xie Xiangcai stretched out his hands and took the wooden sword thrown by Murong Mingzhu. Taking the wooden sword into his hands, a sharp sword energy spread across the skin of his palms.
He gritted his teeth, held his hands on the hilt of the sword, took a step forward, and the ground cracked open.
Murong Mingzhu's face did not change, she stood on the spot and said loudly, "Junior brother, for a swordsman, the sword is the second life. Although the sword is connected with one's own destiny, when you hold the sword for the first time, you must Understand in your heart what the meaning of holding the sword is?"
"Have you thought about it clearly? Junior brother! What is the meaning of holding your sword?"
Xie Xiangcai firmly held the wooden sword that was shaking violently in his hand, and looked at Murong Mingzhu, whose fiery red clothes were dancing in the wind, with wide eyes.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand, where veins had popped out.
What's the point?
In an instant, the stubbornness in Xie Xiangcai's eyes disappeared, and the smile on his face gradually became peaceful.
Murong Mingzhu's face changed slightly, and he raised his finger slightly. Before he could dissipate the sharp sword energy lingering around the wooden sword, the young man had already loosened the palm that was holding the wooden sword tightly, and held the wooden sword horizontally. In front of you.
The young man in red stood in silence holding his breath.
The handsome young man in a green shirt raised his head slightly, looked around at the withered lychee trees on the hillside, and sighed softly.
"rustle--"
The yellow leaves of the tree were suddenly blown by a breeze from nowhere.
Murong Mingzhu let out a long breath, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sincere admiration for the old naughty master who was used to being nonsensical.
Xie Xiangcai finally spoke, "Senior brother, I hold the sword and just want to keep the people close to me. Is this reason enough?"
Murong Mingzhu's expression suddenly became solemn, and she asked, "What is a close person?"
The young man said without hesitation, "Relatives, loved ones, and kind people."
After the words fell, the wooden sword in Xie Xiangcai's hand began to tremble again, and the scattered sharp sword energy condensed on the sword body, causing his white palm to be covered with bloodstains.
Murong Mingzhu suddenly seemed to be discouraged and burst into laughter, "Junior brother, did you say something against your will?"
Xie Xiangcai's cheeks were slightly red.
Murong Mingzhu slowly suppressed her smile, "What I want to ask is about the word 'most'."
Xie Xiangcai took a deep breath, but before he could speak, the sword energy around the wooden sword quietly dissipated.
"the person I like."
Murong Mingzhu nodded slightly.
The young man raised his head and looked at the blue sky, where a line of egrets flew through the white clouds.
But at this moment, what he thought of was no longer the girl who was embraced by the young man in the fireworks building.
It's the girl who often leans in front of the window and takes the roasted wheat wrapped in lotus leaves. She likes to wear a long white dress.
Xie Xiangcai knew clearly that he was not changing his mind and becoming fast, but feeling relieved.
What is relief?
It was the ignorance of the young man who was forced to be "loyal" under the heckles, and the impulsiveness of the young man who rushed into the restaurant unarmed and took a punch.
However, Xie Xiangcai thought about it now. If he was lucky enough to see himself dressed in red clothes and rushing into the restaurant with his neck stiffened, he still wouldn't say anything to stop him.
The purpose of fists is to protect the people you care about. Even if you face thousands of troops, you still have to go your own way.
The less you should shrink from the person you love, the more you should move forward unwaveringly towards the person you love.
But yesterday, in the boudoir of Yuanyanglou, why did he shrink back again?
Xie Xiangcai smiled as he "wanted to compose new words to express his sorrow", then imitated the painting in the book, flipped his wrist, and shook out a sword flower. The autumn wind carried the blue sword flower and floated into the air, and finally returned to the sky. blown away by a gust of wind.
Where in life do you not let go?
If he succeeds in his studies and insists on pestering her again, he will only ruin the decades of "glory and wealth" that he has only gained after going through so much hard work for the girl he has loved when he was young.
The green sword energy blown away by the autumn wind fell on every lychee tree. In an instant, countless warm water vapor slowly rose from the withered ground and climbed to the roots of the trees. For a moment, the mountain was covered with yellow flowers.
Murong Mingzhu sighed to himself, put the dragon-slaying sword in his hand back into the hidden sea in his body where the weapon was stored, and said to himself, "It is indeed a formation eye."
Then, he raised his head and put his fingers together, their fingertips like the tips of swords.
"Junior brother, listen carefully!"
The young man's expression became serious upon hearing this, and he held his hands on the hilt of his sword.
"The swordsmanship in the world is nothing more than the four postures of horizontal, vertical, swing, and pick. No matter how the swordsmanship evolves and develops, it will never deviate from its origins."
Xie Xiangcai thought carefully and found that it was indeed the case.
Murong Mingzhu raised his finger, and the strong wind hit Xie Xiangcai head-on. However, just when it was about to hit his face, it quietly dissipated.
Another vertical stroke, another wave, and another pick are all the same.
"Swordsmanship and swordsmanship are all about purity. The purer swordsmanship often causes the most astonishing damage."
While the young man in red was talking, the young man in green was fiddling with the wooden sword in his hand.
Learn quickly.
This is Murong Mingzhu's evaluation of Xie Xiangcai.
The young man knew in his heart that this evaluation was a bit too conservative. After all, the young junior brother in front of him, whom the master had just found with almost all his eyebrows shaved off, was so talented that he had not yet thought of words to describe it.
When Xiang Xie heard the fifth senior brother's comment, he couldn't help but grin, and waved the wooden sword harder and harder.
Murong Mingzhu sat on the ground leaning against the lychee tree, looking at the meticulous sword dancing boy in front of her.
Once upon a time, my sword dancing was as pure as this, and I was accompanied by a girl who often wiped my sweat and gave me water.
He looked up at the northern sky, the sword energy looming at his fingertips.
The northwest dragon energy is still strong.
The anger in my heart is still hard to calm down.
