From the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the moon is full on the fifteenth day.
After taking Xiaobao to visit the lantern night market in the imperial city on a full moon night, Qingyu, Gao Yuer, and Xiaobao were able to satisfy their shopping desires.
Li Xiuyuan explained his plan to the three of them.
Looking at Qing Yu and Gao Yue'er, she said seriously: "After the Qingming Festival, when I'm not around, you two will go to the snow mountains to practice. Practice. Xiaobao also has to go to the mountains to learn how to grow vegetables from time to time."
Gao Yue'er pouted her lips and replied: "Sir, this time, won't you sleep for ten years without waking up again?"
"I don't know either." Li Xiuyuan touched Xiaobao's head and said, "If you need anything, just ask Grandpa. He knows where I have been. Remember, you came to the Imperial City to study."
Xiaobao was shocked when he heard this and shouted: "Sir, you don't want Xiaobao anymore?"
When Qingyu heard this, she couldn't help but giggled and said: "Little brat, what do you know? Your husband also has his own practice, how can he be around you?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at the two women and said, "If you don't cultivate your mind, you might as well go back to Penglai and live the life of gods. Anyway, the magic circle there won't stop you."
When Gao Yue'er heard this, he immediately quit: "I won't go."
Qingyu glanced at her and had no choice but to reply to Li Xiuyuan: "Don't worry, my junior sister and I will go to the mountain to practice. There is no place where we can feel more comfortable than at the foot of the mountain."
?????????????????? Sighed, Li Xiuyuan looked at the two women and said seriously: "Right now, you are not short of money, you are not short of time to practice, and you are not short of spiritual energy on the mountain. …”
"It takes hundreds of years of hard work to polish my cultivation to a level that is even more advanced than your master's back then. In the end, I will help you break through the limitations of this world."
Gao Yue'er then laughed with satisfaction: "Sir, you won't leave us suddenly, right?"
When Xiaobao heard this, he couldn't help but nervously pull on his husband's sleeves, for fear that Li Xiuyuan would no longer want him.
With a faint smile, Li Xiuyuan replied: "Don't worry, even if the three of you and the old shopkeeper leave Datang, I will still stay here..."
Xiaobao patted his chest: "Sir, don't let Xiaobao go. At most, Xiaobao will buy less food from now on."
"That's not necessary. If you don't have money, just ask these two sisters for it. They don't dare to miss you."
Li Xiuyuan stared at Qingyu and Gao Yue'er and said quietly: "By the way, you can't treat Xiaobao badly. He is my only precious disciple in the Tang Dynasty."
When Xiaobao heard this, he finally couldn't help but squint his eyes and laugh.
He clapped his little hands and said, "Sir, if you were worse, you would have scared Xiaobao to death."
Qingyu thought for a while, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked seriously: "What next?"
"Then..."
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly and said: "If you encounter trouble, just go to the old shopkeeper. He knows how to deal with the troubles you encounter. If I hadn't been in seclusion, I would always come back to see you from time to time every year."
Pointing to the snowy mountain, Li Xiuyuan looked at Xiaobao and said, "Don't try to conquer that snowy mountain. Even your sister Qingyu can't do it right now."
Qingyu nodded, touched Xiaobao's head and said with a smile, "Leave this little guy to us."
Gao Yue'er thought for a while and asked, "Where is Qin Xiangyu?"
"She?" Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Her master is right in front of you. If there is trouble, there is no need for you two to take action. Remember, mind your own business."
Qingyu couldn't help but ask: "You mean, if Hongchen Inn encounters trouble, we don't need to take action?"
Li Xiuyuan was not happy when he heard this: "Please, she is also a Yuanying realm monk. If she can't even deal with the gangsters in Chang'an, she might as well go home and hold the child."
Gao Yue'er couldn't help laughing when she heard this: "With seniors here, we sisters don't need to be free guys all day long."
Li Xiuyuan nodded: "Don't let me see you staying at the Hongchen Inn when I come back!"
With Gao Yue'er's quirky temperament, as long as she stayed at the Hongchen Inn, she would probably cause trouble for her from time to time.
After much deliberation, someone had to look after the house on the snow-capped mountains, and someone had to take care of the vegetable fields and apricot trees.
There is no one more suitable than two women to practice there.
Back alone on the snow-capped mountains, the spiritual tea behind the house is quietly sprouting, and the apricot blossoms on the mountain are also showing their thin buds.
After thinking about it again, Li Xiuyuan decided to make apricot flower wine again.
After being sealed in the mountains for ten years, it is probably a rare wine in the world.
So he sent a message to the old man in the imperial city, bought the things needed for wine making, and sent them up the mountain.
Just after he finished brewing the spiritual wine and frying the new season of Hanmei spiritual tea, before the Qingming Festival, the old man from the imperial city sent word to the mountain.
Jui'er in the palace gave birth to a prince for Emperor Gaozong. The mother is more valuable than the son, so Emperor Taizong conferred the title of Zhaoyi on Mingkong.
At this point, Jui'er, who had suffered countless hardships, finally had his own status in the Tang Dynasty Palace.
And Li Xiuyuan, who had seen all the flowers on the mountain, was ready to transform into Amu and go to Hongchen Inn.
…
Oh dear lord, who domains the fate of this world?
The world would definitely say it was Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty. After all, the Tang Dynasty was in its prime at this time, and no one dared to invade the frontier.
There are also some people who claim to have extraordinary cultivation but do not take it seriously. They regard imperial power and wealth as a passing thing and pursue the unattainable path to immortality.
That is, with a sword in hand, our Lord rises and falls.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road.
The boundless spring breeze blows in the face, and there is a person standing like a tree outside the Xiaoxiao Pavilion, as if there is no breath.
Not because he was as quiet as a dead man, but because he was too cold.
It is obviously late spring, and even the spring breeze no longer has that biting chill.
However, the indifference on the faces of the people outside the pavilion has a coldness like the autumn wind blowing through the fallen leaves, as well as a hint of loneliness and weariness.
According to the storyteller, both knights and killers are the same type of people, lonely and difficult to approach.
The people outside Changting are such people.
However, he doesn't know whether he is a knight or a killer?
All because of the sword box made of boxwood he carried on his back. In fact, boxwood was not the best material for a sword box.
Lying in the sword box was a three-foot-three-inch long sword with a few meteor-like gems inlaid on the hilt.
From the desert to the south of the Yangtze River, no one would fail to recognize this humble sword box and the long sword in it.
Ever since he left home as a young boy and followed his master to explore the world, he has never put down this sword. Because the master told him that when he put down the sword...
Either ascend and leave this world, or die by someone else's sword.
He asked the master why?
The old man told him: "Where the sword is, the man is alive; when the sword dies, the man dies!"
Later, the old man didn't know whether he ascended or died under the sword of his enemy. In short, when he woke up one day, he never saw his master again. From then on, he became a legend in the world.
As a result, he gained some fame, and he had to carry this reputation on his back like a sword casket.
Walking in the rivers and lakes, don't dare to slack off.
"On the fifth day after the Qingming Festival, outside the pavilion, wait for me to take your head and sword!" Ten days ago, he received a letter in the inn.
A letter from the desert, a vow, a letter that threatened his life, so he stood here, standing like a tree.
In no time, he came as promised.
There is no rain in late spring, the sun is just right, and a few petals will occasionally blow in the wind, which makes people sad for spring and autumn.
On the ancient road illuminated by the sun, a man in bright blue shirt walked from a distance, carrying a jeweled sword scabbard on his shoulder, which made him look very wealthy from a distance.
A pair of eyes that were brighter and colder than a flying eagle looked at the man standing like a tree outside the pavilion from a distance, carrying a sword box on his back.
Still ten feet away from the pavilion, the visitor suddenly stopped and asked from a distance: "Wang Yi?" Before the tree-like man could reply, the visitor thought for a while and said, "I am a lonely man from the desert. Wolf, I heard that your Meteor Sword will bleed when it comes out of the box, so I'm here."
"I am Wang Yi."
The tree-like young man opened his eyes, looked at the steppenwolf-like man and sighed.
Asked: "The invincible lone wolf sweeping across the desert, I have heard your story... Did you date me? You want my sword but also my life?"
Lone Wolf patted his gorgeous scabbard with a proud look on his face.
He laughed: "Yes, I will rule the world in the Tang Dynasty in the future, so I will kill you first, and then only my story will spread in the world."
Wang Yi sighed and replied calmly: "Have you ever thought about why I am still alive when you are the only person who wants to kill me in the world?"
"You are too famous. If I kill you, you will become famous all over the world."
Lone Wolf shook his head: "After much thought, it seems that killing you is the fastest way to become famous."
Wang Yi looked at the flowers slowly floating in the wind and couldn't help but reach out to catch one.
The lone wolf was angry. He felt that he was being ignored. He thought to himself, "Am I here to kill you today?" How dare you reach out and catch the flowers in the wind?
How dare you smell the fragrance of the flowers at this time?
"??????????????? Very good, you are dead, where is your sword?" Lone Wolf resisted the urge and slowly took the long sword out of the gorgeous scabbard. Pulled out.
Wang Yi shook his head and said softly: "My sword is out of the box, but you can't see it!"
With a sound of "Boom!", Lone Wolf was ignited by Wang Yi's words and couldn't help but roared: "Then, I will send you west now..."
I saw a brilliant sword light flashing in the wind, and the lightning-like sword involuntarily stabbed Wang Yi, who was like a village outside the pavilion.
The proud sword of the lone wolf: the solitary smoke in the desert!
He wanted to pierce Wang Yi's heart with his sword one by one. He came all the way with this sword and pierced the chests of countless Jianghu monks.
However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a cold feeling passing through his throat...
The black sword, which had come out of the sword case at some point, passed through the lone wolf's throat in a flash of lightning, like a meteor. He didn't even see clearly how Wang Yi drew the sword.
There was a thin wound on the lone wolf's neck, and blood was oozing out.
"Bang!" There was a sound, but the lonely sword fell to the ground, while others were still staring at the tree-like Wang Yi in front of them with their mouths open.
"How is it possible..." Lone Wolf could no longer say the next words.
Wang Yi sighed and said quietly: "I am very afraid of death... Because I am afraid of death, I have to kill you. Also, the reputation I carry is heavier than my sword."
He didn't care whether Lone Wolf could understand or hear, but continued: "I actually don't like this feeling very much..."
"you……"
Lone Wolf threw away the sword in his hand and covered his neck with both hands. Blood spurted out uncontrollably and he was speechless.
Silently put the black sword back into the boxwood sword box.
Wang Yi said: "They all think that my sword box is a treasure. In fact, this sword box is not valuable, just because it is much lighter than iron wood when carried on the body."
Just like what Lone Wolf said, Wang Yi's sword was like a meteor streaking across the sky, and blood would be seen when the sword came out. What's terrible is that Lone Wolf's blood did not splash on Wang Yi's body.
Wang Yi hated the smell of blood. Although the sword was not stained with blood, he still wiped it with an inconspicuous cloth before putting it into the sword case.
"Plop!" With a sound, the dead-eyed Lonely fell heavily into the yellow sand outside the pavilion.
The sun has not yet set on the horizon, and it is exactly ten o'clock in the morning.
A wisp of the lone wolf's soul on the ground went under Jiuyou, but it failed to affect Wang Yi's heart.
Because, four figures slowly walked over in the yellow sand on the ancient road...
