one
There has been no snow in Yanshan Mountain for thousands of years, but after three days there was no longer any green color.
The young man stroked his sword and did not close his eyes for three whole nights.
After three days of snow, the heavy snow suddenly stopped without warning the next morning. The snow on the streets reached people's knees, making it difficult for people to move.
Before entering the palace, Murong Mingzhu was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes wide open and full of bloodshot eyes.
After a while, the old imperial master walked out slowly with a whisk in hand, followed by the young emperor Zhao Qingyan.
The two of them looked at Murong Mingzhu who was kneeling down with different expressions. After a while, the old Imperial Master dusted off the dust and pulled Murong Mingzhu up from the snow pit.
Murong Mingzhu's body trembled slightly, and then his eyes shone brightly. He raised his head and looked at the old Imperial Master with ardent eyes, but hesitated to speak.
The old master turned his head and glanced at Zhao Qingyan who clenched his fists, then sighed and nodded.
Murong Mingzhu's figure disappeared in an instant and went straight to the sky.
In the deep courtyard, the disheveled Xie Yan opened the door of his room knowingly, and a figure stood leaning against the door, holding a bunch of lychees in his hand.
In an instant, Xie Yan burst into tears.
She almost choked and looked at the young man in bright clothes and angry horse in front of her, and then hugged him, her body trembling in the arms of her sweetheart.
Before going to the palace, Hu Jie appeared like a ghost. Without saying a word, he strode forward and punched the old Imperial Master's chest hard. The old Imperial Master spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and flew backwards. He went out and smashed the imperial palace into ruins.
Then Shang Zhuguo, who looked like a white-haired boy, walked up to Zhao Qingyan step by step. With the other person's frightened expression, he slapped him hard.
In the next breath, Hu Jie came to Murong Mingzhu and Xie Yan who were hugging each other. His eyes wandered, and finally he looked at the southern sky, and said in a very soft voice, "Lao Wu, let's go home."
Murong Mingzhu smiled faintly, stroked Xie Yan's head, and nodded gently.
Hu Jie, who had his back to the two of them, sniffed, then turned around with a bright smile.
He held one person up with one hand and flew away at great speed on the wind.
Xie Xiangcai, who was sitting alone in the courtyard, suddenly flew out of the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, and the sword energy tore through the clouds and headed south.
In less than half a stick of incense, Hu Jie and the others arrived at the hilltop behind Dongfeng City.
Murong Mingzhu led Xie Yan to the lychee tree that was in full bloom as it had been a long time ago.
He wrapped his arms around Xie Yan's waist, tapped his face with the soles of his feet, and the two of them climbed up the branches together.
Xie Yan lay in Murong Mingzhu's arms, turned her head to the side, and cried silently.
Murong Mingzhu chuckled and wiped away the tears on Xie Yan's cheeks with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "How about we stay together forever in the next life?"
Xie Yan burst into tears.
Murong Mingzhu stared into the distance without saying a word.
Suddenly, Xie Yan stood up from Murong Mingzhu's arms, already in tears.
She laid her head on Murong Mingzhu's chest and complained in her voice, "Mingzhu, why are you so stupid..."
Murong Mingzhu stroked her head, "Would you like to stay with me for the last half day? This half day you only belong to me, okay?"
Xie Yan burst into tears and kept nodding.
Hu Jie put down his cuffs and smiled at the two of them, "I'm going to buy food and drinks, you guys wait here!"
two
The mountains were still covered with yellow flowers, and the three of them sat on the ground, with fine wine and delicious food in front of them.
Hu Jie's face was full of smiles, but the hand holding the wine glass kept shaking.
Murong Mingzhu drank one cup after another, her pale cheeks turning slightly red.
He picked up a piece of pig head meat from the plate and put it into Hu Jie's bowl. "Master, the first time you and I met was on the streets of Anqing City. At that time, you were quarreling with the boss selling pig head meat, saying that he had too many Forget your three cents."
Hu Jie laughed and put the pork head into his mouth, "I remember! It was your boy who helped me post the three cents at that time. From that moment on, I made up my mind to accept you as my disciple."
Murong Mingzhu put down her chopsticks and looked at Hu Jie helplessly, "It's a pity, disciple can't..."
Hu Jie immediately stretched out his hand to stop him, kept picking up the vegetables and put them into his mouth, saying vaguely, "Eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables, don't mention that!"
Murong Mingzhu nodded lightly and just kept drinking.
After drinking a pot of wine, he stood up, turned his back to Hu Jie and Xie Yan, looked at the yellow flowers all over the mountain, and suddenly laughed loudly.
"How come God treats me so poorly!"
The sword light flashed across the sky, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword appeared between Murong Mingzhu's palms.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the blade of the sword, and said to the old man who had been with him for many years, "Promise me to take good care of my little junior brother, okay?"
Murong Mingzhu's swordsmanship, although it cannot be said to be perfect, is already superb. The basic swordsmanship handed down from generation to generation has only been handed down to the younger brother.
It was an afternoon dream, when the young man was drowsy, Murong Mingzhu was dancing with a sword, lighting up the trees and flying.
The sword rises.
This young swordsman who was once regarded as the future leader of swordsmanship in Daqing. At only twenty-seven years old, he was one of the top three swordsmanship masters in Daqing. Now he no longer suppresses his transcendent sword energy and flies into the air with his sword. , handed out the last sword in his life.
The sword energy traveled across the sky, forcibly opening a gap between heaven and earth from south to north.
The sword energy lasts forever.
Murong Mingzhu's realm of swordsmanship has been rising all the way, from the realm of Xiangxiang to the realm of Duanjiang.
The sword energy suddenly turned around and tore apart the clouds covering thousands of miles around.
This is the opening of heaven.
The sword energy fell, and a dharma image thousands of feet tall in the sky quietly took shape, but it only existed for a breath of time before dissipating into the invisible.
Hu Jie lowered his head and looked at the ripples in the wine glass, unable to say a word.
Murong Mingzhu let go of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, turned around and hugged Xie Yan's soft waist, leading her to stand on the long sword and wield the sword.
"Little Yanzi, we will always be together in the next life, okay?"
"good."
"Little Yanzi, I'm really happy today."
"Um……"
"Little Yanzi, when we meet again in the next life, you must never forget me."
"Pearl..."
Between the horizons, a breath slowly dissipated.
Murong Mingzhu's hand around Xie Yan's waist gradually became weak.
Xie Yan held back her tears, grabbed Murong Mingzhu's hand and took him flying towards Anqing Yujian.
Xie Xiang in the palace courtyard felt something, and the jade cup in his hand suddenly shattered.
His body was trembling slightly, and the Fengyun Sword at his waist was buzzing.
After a while, the Dragon-Slaying Sword appeared in front of the young man, and all the aura belonging to Murong Mingzhu on the long sword disappeared.
Xie Xiangcai stumbled and fell to the ground. Zhao Heyue's figure appeared from outside the courtyard and helped his master up with all his strength.
Zhao Heyue pursed his lips and asked cautiously, "Master, what's wrong..."
Xie Xiangcai's vision was blurred, and he felt that the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand was extremely heavy.
The dragon-slaying sword lightly rubbed against the young man, and then gently slid into the scabbard behind the young man.
Xie Xiangcai was helped by Zhao Heyue to sit back on the chair. He stared blankly at the ground until dark.
