Gale calendar one thousand and three years, March 23rd, sunny.
Nanke Town.
This town located ten miles outside Nanyi City has always been relatively quiet.
So when a man walks in the alley, he can only hear his own footsteps and the occasional chatter of people in the distance.
The man's name was Ximen. He was dressed in black robes. He had a token on his waist with the word "Heavenly Prison" engraved on it, and a sword. A corner of a piece of paper was revealed in his arms, which was the dispatch order that flew out of Nanyi City that day.
There are not many heavenly wardens who use swords, because there is no famous place for practicing swordsmanship in the world.
But less natural doesn’t mean none.
Thirty miles to the north of Fengqiling, there is a place for sword practice.
It's called the Five Swordsman Sect.
The Five Swordsman Sect is not strong, but Ximen is very strong.
Therefore, many people in the world know his name and call him Ximen Wu Dao.
Five cuts to the south, four breaks to the north.
They are talking about Ximen and Cheng Lu.
Ximen walked in the alley for a while, then stopped in front of a yard, held the handle of the knife, and raised his hand to knock on the door.
No one answered, but there was snoring inside.
So Ximen opened the door directly.
This is the backyard. There is a dead peach tree in the yard.
There is a blacksmith lying on a deck chair under the eaves, sleeping.
Ximen stood at the door, looking at the man quietly for a long time, then raised his hand and knocked on the open door next to him.
The blacksmith woke up, yawned and looked at Simon.
"Who are you looking for?"
Ximen squinted at the blacksmith under the eaves and said, "Of course I'm looking for you."
The blacksmith under the eaves rubbed his eyes as if he was very sleepy. He looked at the man from Heavenly Hell, thought for a while, and said, "What next?"
Ximen seemed to be a little sleepy as he was stared at by the blacksmith. A dull low sound from the scabbard on his waist made him wake up.
Ximen's expression changed, as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The vitality around his body surged, and the sword's intention was like the wind, sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground.
"It seems you really have a problem..."
The blacksmith interrupted Simon and said, "Your knife is pretty good. Do you want me to knock it out for you?"
Ximen lowered his head and glanced at the knife at his waist. When he looked back, he forgot what he had just said, so he said politely: "No, thank you."
The blacksmith nodded and said, "Okay, do you have anything else?"
Ximen tilted his head, looked at the sky, thought for a long time, and said, "It should be fine."
"oh."
Ximen turned and walked out of the courtyard, not forgetting to close the door for him.
The blacksmith yawned in the yard, turned over, and continued to sleep.
He couldn't understand what Ximen was talking about, but after thinking about it, he still felt comfortable sleeping.
...
Lin Erliang felt that he might have forgotten something, but after eating the mushroom while standing in the yard, he did not remember anything.
Di Qianjun walked in through the black corridor.
He glanced at Lin Erliang who was dazed in the yard, walked past and said calmly: "Are you so idle?"
Lin Erliang frowned and looked at the pear blossoms in the courtyard, and said, "I think I forgot something."
Di Qianjun raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter?"
Lin Erliang looked at the snow-white pear blossoms in front of him and felt that there seemed to be some blank spaces in his head.
He said with a gloomy look: "I don't know either, do you know?"
Di Qianjun walked into the inner hall holding the sword and said calmly: "Besides the matter with Huang Liang, is there anything else happening recently?"
Lin Erliang thought for a long time and said, "It seems there is no more."
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting by a bridge. The scabbard was cracked by the sword intent on the peach yesterday and he put it aside. A few strips of cloth were wrapped around it, and it was barely repaired.
But some things aren't so easy to fix.
After returning from Xuanxuyuan last night, Zhang Xiaoyu came here, using the sword intent left by the three generations of sect masters in the pool, slowly forcing the sword intent that entered his body last night.
Then with little success.
Even at this time, a wound would appear on Zhang Xiaoyu's face from time to time.
Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting on the guardrail beside the bridge, dangling his legs, and his white clothes were floating in the spring breeze. He looked cool, looking down at his own appearance in the stream, but he couldn't help but sigh.
How can you go out and play cards with this look?
Zhang Xiaoyu felt like crying.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have been so mean-spirited and touched the peach. Although I had already been warned, I still wanted to touch it.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, you dare to be so naughty even if the master is not here, you must be inflated."
Zhang Xiaoyu reflected deeply on himself.
There were footsteps in the distance, Zhang Xiaoyu covered his face and turned his head, and saw his senior brother walking towards him with a cup of hot water through his fingers.
It was the senior brother who asked him to cheer before, Chen Huaifeng.
Although places like the Human Sword Sect do not attach great importance to the unwritten agreement not to deceive young people in the world, they themselves are mixed in the fireworks of the world, so it makes no difference whether they retire or not.
Chen Huaifeng is thirty-two years old this year. He has been in the ninth realm of the minor path for many years. He has not appeared in the spiritual world for several years. He was considered a talented person at that time, but it was difficult to see the great path and he did not want to accept disciples. So he settled down and spent all day drinking tea and playing cards in the Jianzong garden. When he felt up to it, he would go boating on the Nanyi River to enjoy the spring or wander around - this was the life of many disciples of the Jianzong.
But it was the leisurely life of these disciples that brought Nanyi City peace and harmony for thousands of years.
You never know which person at the card table is a disciple of the Sword Sect in the Third Realm behind the Xiao Dao and the Sword Intent Qinglian Realm.
There are many people like the Human Sword Sect.
It's just that people in the world have gradually forgotten their names and past.
So it disappeared into the dust and smoke and disappeared into the world.
Chen Huaifeng walked over with a hot water cup in his arms, stopped by the bridge, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was covering his face jokingly: "Junior brother, why don't you dare to see people today?"
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and said, "I'm not, I haven't. I'm just tired and overworked recently, and I want to be alone for a while."
"Then what are you doing covering your face?"
"Because I am infinitely ashamed to face the river. My years have been wasted and I am exhausted."
Chen Huaifeng lay down on the side of the railing with a smile, taking a sip of tea from a cup with a few wolfberry grains like small red fish floating in it.
"You have a sword wound on your face, we all saw it last night."
"You are wrong!" Zhang Xiaoyu denied.
Chen Huaifeng sighed, and then remained silent for a long time.
Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little weird, covered his face, turned back, looked at his senior brother, and said, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Huaifeng sighed deeply, looked up at the sky and said, "If the blacksmith in the East China Sea knew that a mouth like yours, Zhang Xiaoyu's, existed in the world, he wouldn't have had to defend the East China Sea for so many years just for a little bit of Sword Intention Meteor Iron."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while before he realized that his senior brother was saying he was being tough.
However, Zhang Xiaoyu did not refute. After all, everyone in Nanyi City knew that Zhang Xiaoyu had a tough mouth.
Besides, as long as my mouth is tough enough, I will never admit that I am really tough.
Zhang Xiaoyu comforted himself while thinking, I just have a tough mouth, what do you do to me.
hey-hey.
"Did you go to the East China Sea to receive a sword last night?" Chen Huaifeng did not continue the teasing, but turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu said: "Junior brother, I am not an idiot. Can those people in the East China Sea be human beings? Why should I go and fight with him?"
"Then how come you suffered such a serious sword wound and haven't forced it out of your body after staying in Yichi for so long?"
Chen Huaifeng frowned, seeming very puzzled.
Zhang Xiaoyu silently recalled the sword intent last night, and then slowly said: "Among the generation of the Sword Saint Master, is it really true that only Chen Yunxi is still alive in the world?"
Chen Huaifeng raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu: "Tell me about it?"
"Last night in Xuanxuyuan, I may have met someone...well, I don't know what to say." Zhang Xiaoyu said hesitantly, "Anyway, I heard him say a name."
"who?"
"Left bridge."
The cup in Chen Huaifeng's hand shook, and he spilled a few drops of wolfberry tea. He turned back and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu suspiciously: "Junior brother, you heard wrong."
Zhang Xiaoyu recalled it carefully and said with certainty: "You heard it right, it was a peach from Tingfengtai. I thought it was very strange at the time, so I touched it, and then this is what you see, the scabbard It was broken, and my appearance was ruined. After he sensed my sword intention, he seemed to hesitate and said the word 'skew bridge'."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the peach blossoms beside the bridge, frowned and said, "The sword intention on a peach? Who in the world likes peaches more?"
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes also fell on the peach tree.
There is a person in this world who likes peach blossoms very much.
He even wrote a book on peach blossoms specifically for this purpose.
"Peach Blossom Aesthetics" - Laughter in the Cong.
Chen Huaifeng laughed twice and said: "It shouldn't be possible. Didn't Master say that Master Cong Zhongxiao forcibly pulled out the Qingyi Kaitian and died together with the Mojianya Demon Ancestor?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said: "But that was a battle that took place 490,000 miles away from the East China Sea..."
Chen Huaifeng was a little unconfident after being told by Zhang Xiaoyu.
"There were only two people at Mojian Cliff back then, one was Master Qiu Shui, the current cliff owner, and the other was Li Asan, the empress of Huai'an. Li Asan must have been dead. Why don't you ask Master Qiu Shui? "
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at the flowing water under the bridge and said: "Forget it, Mojianya is already too busy. It's better not to touch your brows. If you send a sword book over there, others will think you are here to ask for a sword." , that would be troublesome."
"Then let's wait until Master comes back." Chen Huaifeng said, feeling a little troubled.
The changes in Mojian Cliff have a far greater impact on the entire human world than any other place of cultivation.
Because there is a sword on it.
Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to say something else, but he saw Chen Huaifeng standing by the bridge, shaking his head, and asked curiously: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Huaifeng sighed and said: "I just realized that it is really hard to look at the human world. Junior brother, you are tired. From now on..."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng expectantly, expecting to hear what he most wanted to hear from his senior brother.
But Chen Huaifeng's words made Zhang Xiaoyu so angry that he wanted to curse.
"Junior brother please continue to suffer in the future." Chen Huaifeng said as he quickly walked out of the pool. "Senior brother, I have a card game this afternoon."
Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the scabbard from behind and threw it away.
Unfortunately, it was empty, and the scabbard wrapped with cloth fell awkwardly into the grass.
Not for the Son of Man, not for the Son of Man!
This child must not be put back into the Three Ponds!
