A huge garden.
Different from the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month of the Dajing Dynasty, the flower garden is a good season when the grass grows and the orioles fly and the willows cling to the willows. The warm wind makes visitors drunk, and the random flowers gradually become enchanting.
In the crystal clear water, several golden carps were wagging their big tails happily, chasing each other like children playing.
The wooden pavilion built near the water, the ground is covered with soft brocade, and the brocade is woven into a scroll of rivers and mountains. It can be seen that the wind and smoke are clean, the Tianshan Mountains are the same color, and the majestic momentum is like the mighty river.
Outside the waterside pavilion, dozens of young girls were kneeling on the ground, their hands folded on their abdomens, their postures were upright, their eyebrows were lowered, and they did not make the slightest sound.
Inside the waterside pavilion, the exquisite brocades woven with beautiful paintings of mountains and rivers are all covered by red skirts with extremely long skirts. I saw a woman with a lazy posture lying on the ground and resting. Half of her black hair that reached her waist was immersed in the water, floating gently with the rising water waves.
The woman's body is slender and slender, her red dress outlines her exquisite curves, the bright sunshine shines down on her, and her icy muscles and bones glow with a faint sheen. Beside her, there was a scarlet unsheathed long sword, and the ripples of the sword's energy could be vaguely seen.
Her face was covered with silver armor and her appearance could not be seen clearly.
The woman in the red dress has been resting for an hour, and the women outside the water pavilion have been kneeling for an hour. It has been such a long time, but they have not moved at all.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman in the red dress stretched out breathtakingly, then turned sideways, intending to change to a more comfortable position and continue sleeping.
At this time, a bitter laughter sounded from nowhere, and an old man in white appeared in the garden.
The old man looked at these women who had been kneeling for two hours, sighed softly, and gently waved the golden whisk, and in an instant countless lights enveloped them.
The smart luster flowed, and the girls seemed to be released from some kind of restriction, and they immediately collapsed to the ground.
The old man ignored him and walked straight into the promenade-like waterside pavilion.
The unsheathed scarlet sword suddenly flew out, so fast that only a thin red shadow could be seen passing by, pointing directly at the purple mark between the old man's eyebrows.
The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he gently shook the golden whisk. The calm water surface on both sides of him was suddenly swept up by two strong streams of water, intertwined like water dragons, and blasted towards the long sword that came silently.
The flying sword, which had no sword spirit, smashed the water dragon into pieces with overwhelming force, causing waves of crystal clear water to scatter like rain.
The old man made a sound of slight surprise, put his two fingers together as sword fingers, and swung lightly and horizontally. He swung out a bright sword energy like an arc moon, and finally knocked back the flying sword with a powerful crossbow posture.
The woman in the red dress stood up reluctantly, letting her wet black hair that was still dripping dangled behind her, and sat down at the stone table.
The old man put away the fly whisk, tiptoed lightly, flew to the stone table, and sat facing the woman in the red skirt.
The old man frowned and said: "As for that? They were just trying to persuade me with nice words, but you were so cruel."
"They have been harassing me for a month. They kneel down every time they see me. Since they like kneeling so much, why not if I let them kneel down and feel comfortable?"
The woman in the red dress folded her hands on her chest, her slender figure leaned back slightly, and her tone was lazy and cold. Even when facing her master, one of the highest-ranking ancestors in the sect, she still looked unruly. look.
The old man sighed slightly. He was well aware of his apprentice's rebellious nature, so he was unwilling to dwell on this matter. Instead, he went straight to the subject and said seriously: "Letter from the Red Mansion Inn, the prince of the Gui family is now in Fanke Mountain. The sect master's It means that since you want to break through, he is the most suitable person to wash your sword."
The woman lay on the table and said concisely: "I'm not going."
The old man sighed heavily and continued to persuade: "You should know that the prince of the Gui family has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He is extremely talented and has the destiny of an emperor. He can be said to be the leader of the younger generation. If there are no restrictions now, he will undoubtedly be in trouble in the future. It will pose a serious threat to you."
The masked woman asked in a cold voice: "Are you doubting me?"
The old man kneaded a few strands of golden threads in the whisk and smiled slightly, "I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince is arrogant and domineering, loves beauty as much as life, and especially likes to raise women. You are also ranked in the Xuanshui Criticism. Maybe he has already regarded you as his treasure. thing."
The woman in the red dress rubbed the cold silver armor on her face and sneered: "Does he know what I look like? Or do you know what I look like? Isn't your provoking method too inferior?"
The old man shook his fly whisk awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Even as her master, the old man had never seen her take off her silver armor, but he had heard about the rumors within the sect. Legend has it that his apprentice used to be as beautiful as a fairy, but was later disfigured due to an accidental fire and turned into a human and a ghost, so he has been covering his face to cover up his appearance.
The old man is not interested in these rumors, nor is he curious about whether they are true or not. He just thinks that if they are true, he will really feel sorry for her. The most painful thing in the world is not never having it, but having it and losing it. That kind of He had personally experienced the pain of his heart tearing into his lungs, and it was a lifelong haze.
The masked woman tapped her slender fingers on the table, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly said: "I can go, but after that, you have to find a handy scabbard for me."
The old man glanced at the scarlet long sword. The long sword had no name and was not listed among the famous swords in the world. It was not even recorded in any ancient books. Moreover, the sword energy it exuded was almost non-existent. It was not an unknown name. The sword is actually just a broken sword with no name and no use.
The old man never imagined that his apprentice, as a sword embryo that could only be seen in a hundred years or even a thousand years in the immortal sect, was extremely beautiful, and was regarded as the heir to the mantle by the master. He loved him very much, but he just came from chaos. Jianzhong chose such a broken sword, and when the master asked why, his apprentice said confidently, "Because it looks good." The master was stunned until he had nothing to say, and he became a disciple. Suffocated for several days.
Just when the old man was lost in thought, the masked woman's abrupt words interrupted him.
"Is it okay to kill someone?"
The old man shook his head quickly, "No. Although the Dajing Dynasty is just a secular place under the mountain, the Queen is indeed a great monk in the world. Even the sect master is not sure that he can defeat her. If you kill him, you will be asking for your own death. "
The masked woman said oh.
The old man's face suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Remember, you must be careful with the Qin Tianjian. That group of people may be weak, but their ability to watch the clouds is unparalleled in the world. There is no doubt about this. After entering the Dajing Dynasty, you Just restrain your energy and don't reveal your identity easily. As for cleaning the sword, it's best to do it in the deep mountains and old forests."
"Of course, although we can't kill the prince, it doesn't stop us from attacking harder. It's best to break his Taoist heart. If not, the next best thing is to let him fall. No matter what, as long as he can be severely injured , it’s excellent.”
The girl in the red dress was lying lazily, and suddenly interrupted, "I heard that he has a sister?"
The old man smiled and shook his head, "A woman who has lived in a deep palace for a long time, all the luck of the Dajing Dynasty lies with the prince. As for her sister, she is just like an ordinary woman, marrying into a wife, growing old and yellow, and finally falling back to her roots, ending A short and boring life.”
The old man suddenly stood up with a bright smile.
"Since the goal has been achieved, I won't say more about you as a teacher. The whole sect is looking forward to the good news that you broke the mirror."
The warm breeze blew by, and the old man's white robe was swaying. He stepped out and disappeared in an instant.
She was the only figure in the entire huge garden.
The masked woman opened her long snow-white legs and slowly walked out of the waterside pavilion. The scarlet sword was like a comet and a firefly, following the woman lightly.
The hem of her red dress was extremely long, trailing to the ground for several meters.
At this moment, there was a strong wind blowing, and the tulle skirt was blown into the air, swaying like a bright red rose in full bloom.
Extremely beautiful.
The woman in the red dress stretched out her hand, hesitated for a moment, and wanted to take off the silver armor, but finally put her hand down.
She put her fingers together and pointed outward.
In an instant, the calm lake water exploded hundreds of feet high, with an astonishing momentum.
