The vast universe, the boundless sky, the years without annual rings, time in no particular order, a cold waning moon, reflecting countless people, things and everything in the world.
In the southwest of the Central Plains, Wuxia Chuyun Mountain.
Wu Gorge is one of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. It is beautiful and deep and has been famous for its beauty since ancient times. It has long gorges and deep valleys, strange peaks and towering peaks, clouds and mist, winding rivers with thousands of twists and turns, green hills on both sides of the gorge river, and a screen of peaks. The boat is sailing in the river gorge, and sometimes there are mountains in front of it, and there is no way to see the stone blockage; sometimes there are twists and turns, and the clouds open and there is a hole in the sky, like a winding gallery. Every sunny day, the cold forest stream is solemn, and there are often high apes roaring, which is a kind of attraction. It was so sad and strange that there was a sound in the empty valley, and the mourning lasted for a long time. Then a fisherman sang and said: "The Badong Three Gorges Wu Gorge is long, and the apes cry three times and shed tears on their clothes." The scenery is so dangerous and strange that it is breathtaking.
When people talk about Wu Gorge, they often sigh with emotion at the beautiful scenery of the river gorge and praise the dangerousness of the twelve peaks. But the beautiful peaks of Wu Gorge are far more than the Twelve Peaks known to the world. Especially to people in the world, although the Twelve Peaks of Wu Gorge are famous throughout the ages, when it comes to their prestige, they are definitely outside the Twelve Peaks. Another secret place.
This secret place is Izumo Mountain.
Izumo Mountain is located among the millions of sporadic peaks in Wu Gorge. It was originally just an unknown solitary peak. However, with its rugged and continuous mountains, misty clouds and dense clouds, it is more dangerous and unique than any of the Twelve Peaks. Especially the thick smoke and dense clouds that have persisted for years on the mountainside are so dense that it is difficult to distinguish the direction. Once a person or an animal enters rashly, it is really difficult to move. If you are not careful, you may lose your footing and fall off the cliff and die. Because the mountain top protrudes and the clouds tower into the mountain. Sora, this is where the name of Izumo Mountain comes from.
Izumo Mountain is not only extremely dangerous and difficult for ordinary people to enter, but also because there is a martial arts sect based in the mountain, which makes Izumo Mountain one of the few forbidden places in the world.
That martial arts sect is the world-famous "Sword Sect".
The Sword Sect has been based in Wuxia Izumo Mountain for quite a long time, and it can be said that it has a long history, but if you want to trace its origins, it has long been kept secret. But there is a rumor that has been circulating in the world. Because this rumor is related to a person who can be called an eternal legend a long time ago, it has cast an extremely mysterious veil on the Sword Sect.
And the person in the rumor is a charming person, a master of poetry and wine, a free and unrestrained life, not afraid of the powerful, and full of economics and talent. Especially his talent in poetry and prose is so extraordinary that it is unprecedented and unparalleled. He has left countless popular classics. The masterpieces passed down from generation to generation were dubbed "immortals of poetry" by later generations. But in addition to his taste for wine and poetry, this man was also wild and uninhibited by nature. He once left behind a shocking rant: "I am a madman of Chu, and the song of Phoenix laughs at Confucius." In addition to drinking and composing poems, he also yearned for freedom and wandered around the world for half his life. He especially liked swordsmanship. He once became a disciple of a famous swordsman who was known as the "Sword Master" at that time. Therefore, his swordsmanship was unparalleled. With this extraordinary skill, he served as a knight in the world. He left behind the eternal famous saying "Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles, brush off your clothes when the matter is over, hide your merit and fame deeply", and was praised as "the banished immortal". It's just that his poetic talent was so amazing that most people in later generations only knew him as the "Poetry Immortal" but didn't know much about his swordsmanship.
According to legend, the person who has a deep connection with the Sword Sect is the legendary figure who wrote "hundreds of poems about wine fights" throughout the ages. It is said that the "Exiled Immortal" traveled around the rivers and lakes when he was young and passed by the Wu Gorge. He met a knight named Jiang Linglou by chance. We spend time together and cherish each other day and night. Both of them were bold and unruly people at that time, and they were both impressed by each other's swordsmanship and talent. So after drinking, Jiang Linglou suggested that they use their talents to create a legacy in the world. The banished immortal possesses eternal talents, superb swordsmanship, and aspires to the world. He readily agreed to the proposal. The two of them used Wu Gorge as a base, found a dangerous mountain and a strange peak, and used the sword as a guide to create a sect, named "Sword Sect".
Among the two, Banished Immortal Sword is just like him, ethereal, free and unrestrained, with a style that will shock the ages. Jiangling Tower Sword Viewing was named "Piao Miao". The two drank and talked about swordsmanship in Izumo Mountain for several months. The banished sage eliminated the essence of his swordsmanship, leaving only eight sword moves, named the Piaomiao Eight Moves. And Jiang Linglou was magnanimous and upright by nature, and his swordsmanship was equally majestic and upright. The banished immortal also named him the "Great Sword of Light". As a result, the "Eight Misty Styles" and the "Bright Sword Technique" became the two secret techniques of the sword sect that were passed down to later generations.
But although the banished immortal had unparalleled talents, he never liked restraint. At that time, he was young and vigorous, and he wanted to gain fame and establish himself in the temple with his talents and learning, so he left after creating the name of Sword Sect and leaving eight sword moves. Wu Gorge Izumo Mountain. Jiang Linglou knew his friend's ambitions well, and although he was reluctant to part with him, he had no choice but to break up with him. However, Jiang Linglou said before leaving that no matter what the future of Banished Immortal will be, Jianzong will be his home, and he will pass down Banished Immortal as the founder of Jianzong to future generations. The Exalted Immortal felt deeply attached to his friend, but he was extremely opposed to this matter, saying that since he chose to leave, there was no need to keep his name with the Sword Sect. As long as the two of them understood each other's origins, it would be fine. After saying that, he said goodbye to Jiangling Tower with tears in his eyes. Then the banished immortal got his wish and entered the temple, but soon after, due to various reasons, he finally chose to resign and withdrew from the temple.
Although the legendary banished immortal failed to achieve success in the temple, the Sword Sect jointly founded by him and Jiangling Tower has since become famous in the world, and it has lasted for hundreds of years. Although it has suffered numerous ups and downs in the world, But it still stands strong to this day.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by, and the Sword Sect has suddenly spread for hundreds of years. At the beginning, Jiangling Tower respected the opinion of the relegated immortal and indeed did not record his name in the sect's ancestral books. But since Jiangling Tower, every new sect leader of Jianzong will inherit a portrait and tell future generations of disciples that the painting has extraordinary significance to Jianzong and will coexist with Jianzong. Later generations of disciples must inherit it from generation to generation. It is inherited and cannot be damaged at will.
Later, someone saw the portrait in the Sword Sect Secret Pavilion. In the painting, there was a man in fluttering white clothes with a sword. He looked up at the sky, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a cup. As far as the eye could see, there was a vast sky. The figure is ethereal, like a fairy.
At this time, the waning moon was in the sky, and under the cold moonlight, Izumo Mountain seemed to be an otherworldly mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. The whole picture was hazy, and the clouds were deep and mysterious. From a distance outside, Izumo Mountain is covered by thick clouds and fog all year round, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. It is a famous forbidden area in the world, but inside Izumo Mountain, it is actually no different from other places, just because the mountain topography is still Due to special climate reasons, Izuyun Mountain has a natural cloud and fog barrier. Outsiders don't know the reason, and because the mountain is extremely dangerous and difficult to defend, they have great curiosity and awe about Izumo Mountain. Also, because the sword sect, a long-standing martial arts sect, is here, so It is regarded as a forbidden area in the martial arts world, and no one has dared to violate it for hundreds of years.
The Sword Sect has been based in the martial arts world of the Central Plains ever since. It has always adhered to the sect's philosophy of being independent and chivalrous. Although there are only two to three hundred disciples in the sect, every time a member of the Sword Sect appears in the world, they are all chivalrous and righteous with superb swordsmanship. Heroes and martyrs have been the pillars of the martial arts for hundreds of years. Twenty years ago, the Sword Sect was full of talents. The eight major sword cultivators under the sect were famous all over the world, and their momentum was unparalleled. But that time coincided with the invasion of the Western Demon Sect. In order to defend the dignity of the Central Plains martial arts, countless sect masters came out, and the Sword Sect was one of them. It is a pity that in that bloody battle, although the Demon Sect was defeated in the Central Plains, the Central Plains was also devastated and suffered heavy losses. The Sword Sect suffered particularly heavy losses. The then sect leader died at the hands of the Demon Sect leader Yue Zhihua, and most of the eight sword cultivators were killed or injured. Strength has hit rock bottom. Later, Zhuo Shiran, one of the Eight Great Sword Cultivators, took over as the master of the Sword Sect and led the remaining forces to retreat to Izumo Mountain in Wuxia Gorge. He cultivated and recuperated for nearly twenty years, and no one has appeared in the world again.
Jianzong stands on a mountain and is surrounded by water. There is a secret waterway that leads directly to the river gorge outside the mountain. There are simple houses made of stone and wood on the bank of the mountain bottom water, which are used to park horses and store things. An almost vertical road of more than ten feet with a thousand stone steps extends abruptly from the bottom of the mountain. After reaching a hundred feet, there are cliffs on both sides of the stone road. From the cliffs, two stone carvings of "Sword Sect" measuring several feet high are projected across the cliff. The big characters formed a pass on the mountain road, which was the mountain gate of Jianzong. The word "Jian Zong" seems to be carved from a whole huge stone. Each stroke is like an iron painting and a silver hook. The font is majestic and sharp, as if an unparalleled sword is shooting out. Two hundred feet up from the mountain gate, there is a wide stone flat. Next to it is a stone tablet with the words "Jie Jianping" written on it. This is where the Jianzong receives visitors from outside. No matter who the visitor is, they must stop here. Take off your weapon. Further up Jiejianping, the mountains ease slightly, but there are still abrupt peaks, jagged rocks, and continuous cliffs. There are forests of green trees in the mountains, and winding paths. The scenery is really strange. Going up another hundred feet, there is a wide square of one hundred feet, which is where the disciples of the Sword Sect practice daily. Countless houses are built around the mountain. Although the mountain is steep, the houses are winding among them, creating a strange pattern.
In addition to practicing the swordsmanship taught by the sect, the disciples of the Sword Sect also need to work and farm to be self-sufficient, so the Sword Sect has always been honest. It was already late now, and most of the disciples of the Sword Sect had fallen asleep and rested. The huge Izumo Mountain was shrouded in thick smoke and clouds, and apart from the cold moonlight in the sky, there were only a few scattered lights left.
Izumo Mountain is extremely high and has three peaks and five cliffs. The three peaks are Luoyan, Tingyun and Yingyue. The five cliffs are Bitter Flavor, Hidden Sword, Wangjiang River, Flying Waterfall and Listening Pine. Among them, except Yingyue Peak, which is the daily residence of the successive heads of the Sword Sect, the other seven locations are the residences of other important figures of the Sword Sect.
In a place where old pine trees stand in Izumo Mountain, there is a small courtyard with two entrances. In a room in the courtyard, there is still a bright light on.
This small courtyard is located in Zingyun Peak, one of the three peaks of Izumo Mountain.
Outside the small courtyard, under the cold moonlight, there was a tall figure, walking leisurely into the pine forest.
"who?"
Suddenly someone asked a question in a deep voice, and then a figure jumped out from the forest of rocks and stood in front of the figure. Under the moonlight, the man was carrying a long sword on his back, and his young face was full of questions, but he was actually a disciple of the Sword Sect on night patrol.
The figure was not surprised at all, seeing this he just waved slightly. The disciple saw the person coming clearly through the moonlight, and was slightly startled. Then he stood solemnly, bowed and said, "Disciple has seen the sect master."
The person who came here was tall and tall, wearing a plain robe, with an elegant appearance and an extraordinary bearing. He was none other than Zhuo Shiran, the current leader of the Sword Sect.
Zhuo Shiran nodded slightly and said, "No need to be polite, just go on your own." The disciple bowed and said, "Yes." After saying this, he ducked away and disappeared into the darkness again.
Zhuo Shiran stopped slightly, looked at the courtyard among the pine trees, and suddenly frowned slightly.
There is a wooden plaque hanging on the gate of the small courtyard, with the words "Xianyunju" written on it. The pen is vigorous and powerful.
In the brightly lit room on the west side of the courtyard, a young man in a green robe with his hair tied up was sitting cross-legged on a couch, concentrating but solemnly staring at the chessboard in front of him. On the chessboard, the black and white sides The situation is criss-crossed, and each has its own murderous intent. On the surface, the two sides appear to be evenly matched, but upon closer inspection, Black's layout is clearly superior, and there is a gap for a fatal blow hidden in the seemingly inevitable defeat. As long as Black's last piece is settled, he can take charge of the overall situation, turn the tide, and determine the outcome with one move.
But the man in green robe was holding the black chip in his hand, but he never made a move for a long time.
This is a study room. Although it is a little simple, it is clean and elegant. On the desk in the middle, in addition to the four treasures of the study, there is also a slender black sword.
The man in green robe is about twenty-five or six years old, with handsome appearance and majestic appearance. He holds the black piece in one hand and taps the chessboard lightly with the other hand, seeming to be wondering whether this piece should fall. While he was deep in thought, there was a faint air of majesty between his brows, like a military commander, with the extraordinary magnanimity of making a decision for thousands of miles with a wave of his hand.
While he was pondering, someone appeared in the room without warning.
"Master," the man in green robe noticed immediately, looked up with a little surprise on his face, then hurriedly stood up to greet him, bowed to the man and said, "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"
"I can't sleep, so I want to go out and take a walk."
The person who came was none other than Zhuo Sheran. He waved his hands in a calm tone, walked slowly to the front of the chessboard, glanced at the chessboard, and then glanced at the black piece that the man in green robe had not yet put down. He suddenly smiled lightly, and then He sat down across from the chessboard.
"The overall situation has been decided, why is it still reluctant to take action?"
Zhuo Sheran spoke lightly and glanced at the man in green robe, "Xuan Yi, when did you become so indecisive? This is not like your usual style."
The green-robed man's expression moved slightly. He slowly came to the front of the chessboard, glanced at the chessboard, and then shook his head and sighed: "Although it seems that the overall situation has been decided, there is only one last step left to determine the outcome. But victory is found in defeat. , how come I only have one son in my disciple’s hands?”
Zhuo Sheran casually glanced at White's situation, and there was something unusual about the seemingly ordinary layout. He shook his head slightly and said: "This game was decided by you yourself. Move first and then move later. Aren't all the calculations already going according to your plan?"
The man in green robe was silent and frowned slightly.
Zhuo Sheran spat lightly, looked at the young man's face, and said: "Although you have always been extremely smart and do things flawlessly, sometimes you are too cautious, and you lose a bit of decisiveness. This spirit still needs to be polished. of."
Xuan Yi pondered for a moment, then bowed and said, "Master's instructions are correct."
Zhuo Shiran's eyes suddenly turned bright, and his tone immediately became serious, "Since this game will be decided sooner or later, but you have so many worries, isn't it a long-term solution to be so hesitant?"
"Since you are undecided, there is no need to focus on the present."
Xuan Yi suddenly realized something. He gently waved his hand and messed up the chessboard.
"The courage is acceptable..." Zhuo Sheran's eyes showed a bit of relief, but then he raised his eyebrows and said: "Those who achieve great things do not stick to one pattern and seek change while changing, and that is the right way. But the son in your hands is still exist."
Xuan Yi was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and his eyes fell on the sunspot in his hand.
Zhuo Shiran sighed softly, looked at the mess of black and white on the chessboard, and said: "Many things in this world are like chess games. Although you have the courage to disrupt them and start over, there are some places where no matter how carefully you try, Calculation, in the end, you have to reach the last stone. So everything in the world is like chess, it does not depend on how you choose, but on whether you dare to choose."
Xuan Yi lowered his eyes and said nothing. Zhuo Shiran said leisurely: "A chessboard has 361 points where pieces can be placed. The person who masters the chess game can change the position of the pieces at will, but sometimes, the position of a certain chess piece is already determined. No matter how the chess game changes, That position can only be that one." Hearing this, Xuan Yi's hand holding Heizi couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Zhuo Shiran observed his words, his expression had imperceptible fluctuations, he stood up slowly, and suddenly asked: "Xuan Yi, as the head of the three disciples of the Sword Sect, do you know what this chess piece should do if it wants to escape its destined fate? How?"
Xuan Yi's body trembled slightly again, and he pursed his lips tightly without saying a word.
Zhuo Shiran walked slowly towards the desk and sighed: "It's been a long time and you still don't have the courage to make a choice, but there's not much time left for you and me."
"The master's chess skills are far better than those of his disciples. He must have already made up his mind about the variable layout."
After being silent for a long time, Xuan Yi finally spoke. He squeezed Heizi tightly, his eyes followed Zhuo Shiranxin's long back, and said: "With master here, I can think about many things more thoroughly than my disciple." through."
"What if I'm no longer here?" Zhuo Shiran's tone was still light, "Your chess talent is the highest among the three hundred disciples of the Sword Sect. You should know how to prepare for a rainy day."
Xuan Yi squeezed Heizi's fingers tighter. He paused and replied: "Master and disciple are playing a game of chess. Disciple can't win yet."
Zhuo Sheran walked to the desk, reached out and took down the long, black sword, and said casually: "The reason why you think you can't win is not because you are not good at chess, but because you don't have the courage to face the choice. I am my teacher and you are here. Isn’t it just a game of chess with myself and God’s will, and isn’t it about courage?”
Xuan Yi's eyes narrowed.
Zhuo Shiran answered casually: "I dare to use the sword sect's hundreds of years of foundation to put it into a fight. When will you have such courage?"
Xuan Yi suddenly felt cold all over, feeling as if he was walking on thin ice, and cold sweat oozed from his palms.
Zhuo Sheran put his hand on the Mo sword and suddenly asked: "Xuan Yi, how long have you been in the Sword Sect?"
Xuan Yi did not hesitate and replied respectfully: "It has been a full twenty years."
"It's been twenty years. Whether it's long or short, you remember it very clearly." Zhuo Sheran suddenly sighed softly: "I still remember that when I brought you back to Jianzong, you were only a six-year-old child. , I don’t want you to grow up in the blink of an eye. As expected, time flies by and you don’t wait for anyone for a moment. "
Xuan Yi looked solemn and replied: "Master's kindness in raising and teaching me will be hard for Xuan Yi to repay in this life."
Zhuo Shiran smiled slightly, brushed his fingers over the ink sword, and suddenly said: "Jiang Ling Lou Shi, the founder of the Sword Sect's own sect, passed down the secret skills of the two major sects of Piaomiao and Guangming, and then supplemented them with the eight famous swords, so that hundreds of people can become what they are today. Years of foundation. You are extremely talented in swordsmanship, smart by nature, and rigorous and decent in dealing with others. Of the three of you, I have the highest expectations for you, so I passed on the Mo Yi, one of the eight famous swords, to you. But do you know why? I can teach you Mo Yi? Why only teach you the Great Light Sword Technique?"
When Xuan Yi heard this, his expression changed several times in an instant. He did not answer immediately, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Zhuo Shiran's words.
Zhuo Shiran was not in a hurry to ask. He flicked the hilt of the sword with his fingers, and the black sword was silently unsheathed for half a foot. The sword body was also as black as ink, without any light, but as soon as the half-foot sword was unsheathed, it gave off a biting chill.
Ever since Jian Zong established his foothold in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, he has always been the true pillar of the martial arts righteousness and has never participated in the battles between the rivers and lakes. But as we all know, the Sword Sect has been standing for hundreds of years. In addition to the two great schools of Piaomiao Guangming, it also has the Tianshu, Jingji, Qiwu, Hengmei, Quexie, Hanxing, Moyi and Jumang Bakou. Famous sword. Twenty years ago, the Eight Great Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect, headed by Zhuo Shiran, became famous all over the world with these eight famous swords. At this moment, the Mo sword in Zhuo Shiran's hand is the Mo Yi sword among the eight famous swords.
Twenty years ago, in the battle between the Central Plains and the Demon Sect, the Sword Sect suffered heavy losses. Most of the eight famous sword cultivators were killed in the battle. Only three people, including Zhuo Shiran, survived. Zhuo Shiran was appointed as the leader of the Sword Sect in the face of danger. He led the remaining tribesmen back to Izumo Mountain to recuperate, and no one from the Kensect appeared in the world again. In the past twenty years, Zhuo Shiran has worked hard to restore the sect's atmosphere. Although there has been improvement now, in just twenty years, it will not be possible to regain the heyday of the Eight Great Sword Cultivators. To this day, Zhuo Shiran has only three proud disciples under his sect. Each of the three has acquired a famous sword, and they have practiced the two profound sword techniques of Piaomiaoguang. However, because the sword sect has never set foot in the martial arts world again in the past twenty years, few people know who these three young sword cultivators are.
The extraordinary young man in green robes, Xuan Yi, who was in the study at the moment, was one of the three disciples of Zhuo Shiran. He was awarded the famous sword of Mo Yi and practiced the Great Light Sword Technique. He was also the senior brother among the three disciples.
Xuan Yi pondered for a long time and then slowly raised his head, looked at the ink meaning in Zhuo Shiran's hand, and then said: "Master taught me the ink meaning to let the disciples understand that things in the world are either black or white. At the same time, he also warned the disciples that when they are in the world, they must Have a clear mind.”
Zhuo Sheran gently returned the sword to its sheath, and said calmly: "You are right, but not everything. In addition to hoping that you can do what you just said, I want you to convey Mo's intention, and there is also a more important point. Things in the world are by no means just black and white. Besides black and white, there is also gray that makes it easier for people to lose themselves. This kind of gray is sometimes more terrifying than darkness. Although Mo Yi is the sword of darkness, But if the sword master is courageous, then even if you are in the gray abyss, you can still use this sword of darkness to lift the clouds and see the sun, and shine with dazzling light."
When Xuan Yi heard this, there was a flash of light between his brows, and he said solemnly: "The bright one, the learning of a gentleman, has three rays of light, is upright and upright, has awe-inspiring righteousness, and is immune to all evil..." When he said this, His expression froze again, as if he suddenly had some realization, and murmured: "Ink is black, Ming is white, that's how it is!"
He suddenly fell to his knees, lowered his head and said, "This disciple is so stupid that he can only now understand the master's good intentions. I am really ashamed of myself."
Zhuo Shiran attributed the ink intention to the sword stand on the desk. Seeing this, he raised his hand and said calmly: "With your talent, if you have the heart to understand, why do you need me to explain this truth? You have been too thoughtful these years, let me You're distracted."
"When black and white are combined into one body, if the mind can be firm and consistent, then that is the true way of clarity." Zhuo Sheran said in a deep voice, "There are really not many people in the world who can do this. I can't help but have high expectations for you. It’s too high. But I am willing to believe in my vision, and I am even more willing to believe in you..."
After a slight pause, he sighed deeply and continued: "When can you truly let go of the chess piece in your heart, you will be able to be your true self."
Xuan Yi stood up slowly, his eyes lowered, as if he didn't dare to look at Zhuo Sheran's eyes at this moment.
Zhuo Sheran didn't care, and walked casually to the window, with his hands behind his back and looking at the night sky.
"Not long ago, a letter came from Chang'an."
Zhuo Sheran looked at the waning moon in the night sky and suddenly said something lightly.
Xuan Yi said: "Disciple knows that the sword discussion between master and the master of Huazipiaohua Pavilion is coming."
"Oh?" Zhuo Shiran tilted his head slightly and asked in a rather unexpected tone: "You know?"
Xuan Yi nodded and said: "This disciple once heard Uncle Yuantong mention the matter between Master and the Master of Hua Pavilion, so he knows a little bit about it."
"I see." Zhuo Shiran said casually without asking any further questions: "Early tomorrow morning, I will take Guo Fang to Dongting for an appointment."
When Xuan Yi heard this, he wanted to speak but stopped. Zhuo Sheran turned around, smiled lightly, and said, "Do you want to go with me?"
Xuan Yi said sternly: "Disciple has long heard that Master Chunqiu Pavilion Hua Pavilion's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. He has become as famous as the master many years ago. If I am lucky enough to see your two masters' swordsmanship, it will be a blessing in my life."
"Hua Zipiao is indeed an amazing person. Both his swordsmanship and his personal charm are among the best in the world. If you can watch his moves, it will be of great benefit to your swordsmanship." Zhuo Sheran pondered for a moment, Then he said: "But now your uncle Yuantong is still in seclusion due to an old illness, and your third junior brother has been away from Jianzong for many years. If I take you and Guo Fang away at the same time, there will be no one in Jianzong to take charge of daily affairs." . Among the many disciples of Jian Sect, you are the only one who has the ability to take charge of the sect. So this time, you will stay and take care of the house. I can return in two months at most. As for you who want to go out to see the world, it will be natural in the future. There’s a good chance.”
Although there was inevitably a hint of disappointment in his eyes, Xuan Yi still said solemnly: "Yes. Disciple understands."
Zhuo Shiran nodded with satisfaction and said: "Although the affairs of our Sword Sect are complicated, with your ability, you can naturally handle them properly. If you encounter something that you cannot make a decision, you can send me a message to let me know."
Xuan Yi said respectfully: "Yes." He suddenly frowned slightly as he answered.
Zhuo Shiran had been with Xuan Yi for many years and had already taken control of this big disciple. When he saw this, he asked, "Do you have anything else to ask?"
Xuan Yi hesitated and pondered for a long time, and then said: "For so many years, although the disciple has known that in addition to the disciple and the second junior brother, there is a third junior brother under the master's sect, but we have never seen this third junior brother, and the master has never told us His name, what kind of person is he?”
Hearing this, Zhuo Shiran had a slightly strange look on his face. He pondered for a while and then slowly said: "He is a natural swordsman. Rather than having talent and understanding that even I can't match, he is a born swordsman. Rather, it is better to say that he is a peerless sword, extremely sharp and revealing, but he is naturally unruly, paranoid and arrogant. His edge is like a double-edged sword, which can hurt others as well as himself. So I Instead of leaving him in Izumo Mountain, I found a place for him to cultivate his moral character. If he can hone his character well, he will become a great asset in the future. If he can work together with the two of you, we can revive the sword sect. It's just around the corner, but on the contrary..." He suddenly stopped talking, then frowned slightly and did not continue.
Xuan Yi observed the words and expressions and already knew what Zhuo Shiran wanted to express. He nodded and said sincerely: "This disciple has not seen Master value someone so much for a long time. It seems that this third junior brother is not only extraordinary, but must also be a very special person."
Zhuo Shiran sighed slightly and murmured: "He is indeed the most talented person in swordsmanship that I have seen in these years. But at the same time, his own shortcomings are also very prominent. How to choose between good and evil in the future will depend on him in a single thought. So this is the main reason why I didn’t bring him to Sword Sect.”
When Xuan Yi heard this, he couldn't help but show an expectant look on his face, and said: "Such a special person, the disciple is already looking forward to meeting him. I wonder where he is now, and who is his name?"
Zhuo Sheran glanced at him and said calmly: "He is a special person, so naturally he will be in a very special place. If there are no other changes during this appointment, I can just bring him back for everyone to meet. , you will naturally know his name by then."
Xuan Yi nodded lightly, and then asked: "Since the third junior brother is so special, I wonder which sword technique of his sword sect has been passed down by the master?"
Zhuo Shiran stared at Xuan Yi for a moment, and then said: "You and Guo Fang both have equally high levels of understanding and distinct personalities, so you can both find the swordsmanship that suits you. But he is different. In terms of swordsmanship talent alone, he is indeed far better than anyone in the Sword Sect today, including me. So whether he learns the swordsmanship passed down from the Swordsman Sect or any swordsmanship in the world, it will be easy for him. But that’s it. However, this is his flaw, because often things that seem easy to obtain are actually the most unsuitable for him, so what he needs to learn is not a certain way of swordsmanship, but to find the swordsmanship that suits him best."
The answer was ambiguous, but as soon as he said this, Xuan Yi couldn't help but change his face slightly, and his heart was suddenly filled with ups and downs, which could not calm down for a long time. After a long time, he sighed softly and said sincerely: "If there is such a genius in the world, and he can devote himself to the sword sect, then the master's many years of hard work will be considered in vain."
Zhuo Shiran didn't speak, but there was a very solemn look on his brows.
Xuan Yi thought for a while and then suddenly said: "The sword sect has been spread throughout the world for hundreds of years. In addition to the two great secrets of Piaomiao Guangming, there are also eight famous swords passed down to the world. Among them, the Tianshu Sword Qiwu Sword is the master and uncle Yuantong. All of them, the Mo Yi Sword and the Han Xing Sword were passed down to their disciples and Junior Brother Guo; the Jumang Sword was owned by Senior Brother Yuantong’s first disciple, Zhao Ruo. All five swords had their owners, only Jingji, Hengmei and Quexie were left. Three swords. Among them, Hengmei and Quexie are now stored in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, but Jingji is not seen. At first, the disciple thought that Jingji had been left behind, but now the disciple guesses that Jingji must have been passed down to the third junior brother by the master, right?"
Zhuo Sheran nodded and said in a light tone: "The eight famous swords of the Sword Sect have always been passed down to the masters who are most suitable for using them, just like I passed on to you Mo Yi. And the sword master who is most suitable for the Jingji Sword is only him. ”
Xuan Yi didn't say anything after hearing this, but there was a sharp look in his eyes that was hard to detect.
Zhuo Sheran suddenly looked at Xuan Yi, his eyes flickering, and asked calmly: "You should have something else to say, right?"
Xuan Yi couldn't help squeezing Heizi's hand tightly, but his face remained calm, and then said: "At noon today, the disciple also received a secret letter, and I wanted Master to take a look at it."
As he spoke, he took out a short cylinder from his sleeve, took out a roll of letter paper from the cylinder, and then offered it with both hands.
Zhuo Shiran raised his eyebrows slightly, and instead of reaching out to pick it up, he asked, "Where does the letter come from?"
Xuan Yi pondered for a moment, then slowly said two words: "Western Realm."
Although it was only a short two-word answer, in Zhuo Shiran's ears, it was like a thunderous explosion, making this one of the world's swordsman masters who had been in charge of the swordsmanship for twenty years unable to help but tremble all over, and his whole body felt like Standing there like a sculpture, a sharp aura suddenly appeared between his brows.
"Western Realm!"
After Zhuo Shiran said these two words very coldly and deeply from between his teeth, his face darkened in an instant, and his cold eyes contained deep anger and surprise! Zhuo Sheran's eyes were fixed on the secret letter in Xuan Yi's hand like a sword, but he still did not accept the letter. Although he did not open the secret letter, at this moment he seemed to already know what the content of the secret letter was. .
Both people in the room knew very well what the word "Western Realm" meant to Jian Zong now. For those in the martial arts world of the Central Plains who survived the bloody battle twenty years ago, the Western Region is a representative of the Demon Cult, a nightmare, and a desperate and bloody killing.
But why Xuan Yi, as the first disciple of the Sword Sect leader, received a secret letter from the Holy Demon Sect of the Western Region, is a secret that no one knows except for the two people in the study.
Zhuo Sheran's expression became heavier and heavier, and the knuckles of the hands clenched behind his back turned white from excessive exertion. Those two words seemed to bring the master of the Sword Sect, who had extraordinary swordsmanship skills, back to twenty years ago in an instant...
Xuan Yi didn't speak, and Zhuo Shiran didn't speak either. A very strange silence suddenly appeared in the atmosphere in the study.
Outside the window, the wild wind roared, rolling up the pine waves. The moon was waning in the sky, and the moonlight seemed to suddenly become as cold as ice.
After being quiet for a long time, Zhuo Sheran suddenly let out a breath of turbid air. He reached out and brushed his clothes. After only a moment, his expression returned to normal. Then he looked at Xuan Yi with a normal expression and asked, "Xuan Yi, what do you think?"
Xuan Yi's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he asked: "I wonder if master is asking about secret letters or sword discussions?"
"I have long said that whether or not the chess piece in your hand falls, and where it falls, is all your own business." Zhuo Shiran's eyes were deep, as if he intended to pass over the secret letter, "So of course I What I’m asking about is this time I went out to discuss swordsmanship.”
Xuan Yi took back the secret letter, turned around, walked to the desk, and placed the secret letter on the candle. Suddenly the flames ignited, and the secret letter disappeared when he burned it.
When Zhuo Shiran saw this, he didn't show any displeasure or stop him. He just looked at Xuan Yi quietly.
Xuan Yi burned the secret letter, then turned around, looked at Zhuo Shiran, and said with the same calm expression: "Although Jian Zong and Chun Qiu Pavilion have different positions, Master and the Master of Hua Pavilion have known each other for many years, cherished each other, and even fought side by side with their lives. Tuo, both regard each other as their lifelong confidants. So this time you meet to discuss swordsmanship. On the surface, many people may think that you are trying to distinguish between superiors and inferiors in the way of swordsmanship, but from the perspective of the disciples, this should not be the case."
"Oh?" Zhuo Sheran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Tell me about it."
Xuan Yi spoke for a moment and then said slowly: "My disciple has been in the Sword Sect for twenty years, and I believe that I already know the master quite well. Although the master's swordsmanship has reached the highest level in the world, your mind is dull and you no longer have the same level of victory and defeat as before. Otherwise, in just twenty years, Sword Sect will not be restored to its current situation in your hands. Therefore, from the disciple's point of view, the master's trip to the mountain to attend the appointment is just to see an old friend whom he has not seen for many years. Besides, you want to take the opportunity to create an opportunity because…”
Xuan Yi paused for a moment, glanced at Zhuo's relieved expression, and then continued: "Because Master has always believed that things that have been worried about for many years will eventually happen again one day."
"Yes, the centipede insect is dead but not stiff." Zhuo Shiran's eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice: "But now, hasn't what should come already come?"
Xuan Yi was silent for a moment, and then said: "In today's Central Plains martial arts world, the three sects have been silent for a long time. Other martial arts sects, large and small, are either wise and cautious in their words and deeds, or they are constantly fighting for fame and fortune, resulting in a lifeless world. If this continues for a long time, Aren’t those people who died in order to maintain the backbone of the martial arts world in the Central Plains dead worthless? Therefore, the master wants to be a trailblazer and use this opportunity to discuss swords to make this world come alive again. But although the master has this intention , but other people may not be of the same mind as you, and it is unknown how much resonance the master's power alone can arouse..." After he said this, he fell silent.
Zhuo Sheran sighed softly and said: "It's rare for you to be able to see so clearly in Izumo Mountain. This is your excellence. But it is precisely because of this that I have to go out of the mountain this time. Some things, It’s imperative, and someone has to do it.”
Xuan Yi pondered and said: "Although Master and Hua Zipiao have a close friendship, and Chunqiu Pavilion is also very powerful, they are not from the right path after all. Although Master does not care about the so-called black and white, there is no guarantee that no one will doubt the stance of Jianzong. So. This time Master comes out to discuss swordsmanship, he is actually competing with this world."
Zhuo Shiran heard the words, and suddenly sighed softly, "What is the gambling or blog, and the world doubts how Jian Zong is, I don't care at all. I just want to explain to the Jianzongmen who died in the year." The tone was slightly sharp, and the voice said, "Among the three religions, Qingcheng Mountain is the head of the world, and Lu Laodao is regarded as the first person in the world of martial arts by the world. Similarly, I don't ask the wings without asking the rivers and lakes, and Rumen was almost overwhelming for the Central Plains martial arts that year. No incense has continued so far. Now I think of it, it is really sighing. So this time I have to go out and take a look. This rivers and lakes How many bloody people are there! "
Xuan Yan said silently.
Zhuo Shiran paused for a long time, and then he slowly made up: "If this rivers and lakes are really no medicine, then my Zhuo Shiran and the sword sect behind me are willing to be the last backbone."
Xuan Yan couldn't help but sigh, and his eyes flickered: "Master, if you really want to bet on the entire Jianzong, is it worth it?"
"Xuanyi, you remember that there are many things in this world that can not be measured by a few words." Zhuo Shiran glanced at him deeply and said slowly: "Just like the chess pieces in your hands, When you finally decide how to choose, you will understand my words. "
After he said this, he turned and walked towards the door.
Xuan Yan looked at Naxin's back at this moment, and suddenly there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Zhuo Shiran walked out of the door, but stopped again. He didn't look back, but said with a loud tone: "After I leave, Jianzong has all handed it to you. If there is any problem, you can ask you Yuan Tongshi Bo, Although he is retreating, there is also the possibility of leaving the level in advance at any time. Perhaps when he leaves the customs, not only the old illness has been cured, but the seventeenth style of light should also break through the 15th style. You can just take the opportunity to ask him to ask him for advice. . "Xuan Yan heard the words, his face changed suddenly, but he immediately recovered.
After Zhuo Shiran finished speaking, he had left Xianyunju.
Xuan Yan stood in the study for a long time, but the sunspot in his hand became powder silently.
Zhuo Shiran left Xianyunju, but did not return to Ying Yuefeng to rest, but came to a cliff near the cliff. This cliff is the bitter cliff in the five cliffs.
The cold moon gradually obliquely, the night wind of the cliff whispered, the smoke and clouds outside the mountains were lingering, and the mountains were faintly seen. Zhuo Shiran stands in the wind, and a plain robe is moving with the wind, and there is really a calmness of the hidden superiors. But in the long back of the back, more is a vicissitudes of years.
Behind Zhuo Shiran, there was a small stone house on the mountain wall. At this moment, the stone house door was closed, and there were only two windows exuding dim lights.
Zhuo Shiran has stood for a long time. He didn't speak, and he looked into the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long time, I finally came out in the stone house: "Are you going out of the mountain?"
Zhuo Shiran didn't look back, and heard the words: "Yes, I will leave tomorrow morning."
"Who are you going to take?" The people in the stone house asked.
"Guo Fang." Zhuo Shiran said.
After a moment of silence in the stone house, there was another sigh, "Brother, you know what are you doing?"
Zhuo Shiran was silent and did not answer.
"At that time, you not only raised tigers, but also raised both ends. Now you have left one of the tigers at home." Shiwu sighed: "Should I say that you are too gallbladder or you can be foolish?"
Zhuo Shiran sighed, and smiled bitterly: "Although he is a very dangerous tiger, there are also leaders of the leaders, if they are guided properly, they can be proud of the forest and sitting on the side. ?”
"You're playing with fire." The inner language in the stone house was slightly stunned, "I live for most of my life, don't you know that the truth is unpredictable? If you go wrong in one step, the Jianzong's hundred -year -old foundation will only be destroyed once it will be destroyed. . Do you afford these consequences? "
Zhuo Shiran suddenly reached out and waved in front of his eyes, as if to wave the layer of the layer of the layer of his eyes. He said with a deep voice: "If it was not lucky that year, Jianzong would have been gone for a long time. Although it has improved now, it will be difficult to be in the end of the year. Because now it can be found. People are. Twenty years ago, the old and poor sour houses were disregarded, and they were looking for extraordinary children everywhere to continue the incense of Jianzong? Although only three or four were found, it is undeniable that it is rare to be a rare one. Although the talent of the jade, although some people are flawless, but the flaws are not covered, I really can't bear to give up. Even if Jianzong does not have a few of them, it has reached an unclear level. "
The bitter cliff is high, and Zhuo Shiran stands alone, as if it is like the abyss.
"If it wasn't for his business bank to come and lobby, how would my Jianzong be caught!" Zong's, I will never be grateful for him! "
"well……"
Zhuo Shiran sighed deeply, saying, "Will my brother feel unknown? But since Jianzong established, why not take the concept of chivalry? Will you not swept to Zaocheng Mountain? There is no egg under the nest, and this reason is naturally understood by my brother. "
After a long time in the stone house, there was a long sigh, and the vicissitudes of tone sounded: "I'm just unwilling and dare not imagine that if Jianzong really destroys the hands of you and me, how can he face the dozens of generations of swords. Ancestor? "
Zhuo Shiran chanted for a long time, and then his gaze springs suddenly, as if the sword mang burst out, he slowly said: "So we must have the courage. If the ancestor of Jiangling Tower did not have a horizontal spirit, how can he come today Jianzong? Hundreds of years of foundation? "He talked about his sharpness, like golden stone bumps, and he was trembling.
"Although you have the courage of Jiang Zu," the inside of the stone house is also sharp, "but now that in the Jianzong, who has the talents around Jiangling Tower?"
"Although Jianzong has no one hundred years ago, no one has the peerless literary Cai of Xianxian," Zhuo Shiran resolutely replied: "But it does not mean that no one has the roots of the cosmopolites."
"oh?"
In the stone house, he shuddered and asked, "The tiger you raised outside Jianzong, really have this talent?"
"Yes." Zhuo Shiran answered very sure, "Because he is a peerless sword."
"Compared to the disciples of the old cow's nose in Qingcheng Mountain, how about?" Shiwu asked tightly.
"Do you say that Ye Suzhen?" Zhuo Shiran narrowed his eyes, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Who knows?"
The people in the stone house were also silent. After a long time, the deep words came out again: "Do you leave him in Jianzong, really so relieved?"
Zhuo Shiran said with a lighter tone: "Some brother is there, what are I rest assured?"
"That kid is not only extraordinary, but also deep in the city. If he is really different, I really worry."
Zhuo Shiran is still loud: "Brother has never thought about it, is Jianzong who is now a person like this?"
Ishiga sighed, "I hope everything is like you want."
"Brother is relieved, he already knows that there is another master who has never seen it. Even if he wants to do, it will not be now." Zhuo Shiran said faintly: "Besides, I also mentioned that my brother has resumed today's skills. , Da Guangming's swordsmanship has also exceeded Type 15. With his character, how can he do something unsure? "
"Hum." A moment in the stone house hummed, his tone was a little praised, "You have also grown a little in these years."
"However," Zhuo Shiran sinking slightly, "Brother's skills today have returned to various extent?"
It was silent for a long time in the stone house, and then slowly said: "The injuries of the magic species are not the same. I spent these twenty years, but now I can only recover around 70 %. I have awareness, but after all, I have not been caught. "
Zhuo Shiran heard the words, and his expression flashed with a dignified look.
"Oh?" The voice in the stone house was suddenly stunned, "The news is serious?"
"Can't leave." Zhuo Shiran said with a deep voice: "So this time I have to go, as for Jianzong, please ask brother."
This time, there was no noise in the stone house.
Zhuo Shiran finally turned to face the two windows, and then bowed deeply ...
Chang'an outskirts, Baihua Mountain City, Spring and Autumn Pavilion.
Baihua Mountain City has thousands of hectares, and the spring and autumn pavilions are in it. There are lofts nine floors, majestic atmosphere, and magnificent weather.
Now when people mention the Chunqiu Pavilion, the first thing that comes to mind is four sentences. The four sentences are:
"One flower is alone, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the wind and snow, how easy it is to talk about."
The characters contained in these four sentences represent the Chunqiu Pavilion.
The ninth floor of the spring and autumn pavilions, named Yihua, is the place where the main flowers of the spring and autumn pavilions today are the most important place for Chunqiu Pavilion. It is difficult for ordinary people to enter. At the same time, this sentence is also used to describe the flowers.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter refers to the four swordsmen who are close to the flowers. Although they are all women, they are said to have high swordsmanship, amazing appearance, and their own style.
The wind and snowy moon is the four masters with the highest martial arts in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion to remove the flowers. They are secretive and unveiled their skills. They are the most important figures of flowers. At the beginning of the flowers in the wind and snowy moon, not only was extraordinary, but also the most loved biological daughter of the flower, but also loved it.
It is easy to talk about it. It refers to the four main halls of the Chunqiu Pavilion. The four of them are controlled by 365 halls spreading all over the rivers and lakes.
The Spring and Autumn Pavilion ordered the underworld in the world, and the forces spread throughout the rivers and lakes. The owner of the Pavilion is furious, and it is also evil. The martial arts are unpredictable, and the swordsmanship is particularly exquisite. Twenty years ago, it was known as Jianzong Zhuo Shiran. There are few rivals so far.
Forty of Hua Zi Piao has three years of this year. In addition to martial arts, he is the master of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion of the World underworld. He also has four other characteristics.
First, he likes famous swords. In today's Spring and Autumn Pavilion, the collection of ancient and modern swords in the collection is no less than a hundred handles. But his greatest wish is that the "Sanshu" of the Swordsman's Sword "Tian Su" is also in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, but this goal has not yet achieved.
Second, he likes elegance, maybe because he is originally surnamed "flower", so he especially loves flowers and loves all kinds of flowers. So that he was all the tattoos of Baihua, and he was planted in the world in the city of Baihua Mountain, and the name of Baihua came.
Third, he has cleanliness. Hua Zi Piao is a very clean person. He can't tolerate the dirty at all, so he takes at least three times a day and changes his clothes three times. Therefore, there are as many as 25 maids who are responsible for cleaning up a flower.
Fourth, he likes women. Like a woman may not be called a characteristic. All men in the world do not like women, except for eunuchs. But eunuchs sometimes have exceptions, but they are just weak. But Hua Zi Piao likes women and other men like women. Other men like women, and in the end they have only one purpose, that is, trying to get women. But Hua Zi likes all kinds of women, not to possess, but pure appreciation, just like he likes to appreciate all kinds of flowers. The woman he likes may not be the most beautiful, but it must be very special. But in the end, more special women are worthy of his appreciation, and others are naturally puzzled, only he understands. So although he is romantic, he will never flow. Now there are many women living in Baihua Mountain City. Although many women have a relationship with Hua Zi, they have no complaints, they do not want their names, and follow him willingly. And Hua Zi Piao itself is an alien existence. He seems to have a wonderful charm, which can make countless women worship.
In addition to these four characteristics, the evaluations of flowers on the rivers and lakes are mixed. Some people say that he is romantic, in fact, he is a great villain who rely on martial arts power. Some people say that he lives and wants to be calm and calm. Not only is he martial arts high, but he also holds power. He can make half of the rivers and lakes trembling. He should do this in life. And what kind of person he is really, maybe only the flower knows himself.
At this moment, in the ninth floor of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, although it is more than forty years old, the man who is still handsome is still in a huge bathtub made from Bai Yu. The colorful flowers, and his handsome and extraordinary face, there is a vague color between the eyebrows, which makes people see a strange look at the impossible description.
This person is not someone else.
In the spacious and exaggerated attic, the carved beams and paintings are drooping, and the layout is very delicate and luxurious. Regardless of the size of the size, the painting and calligraphy are exquisitely valuable. Among them, the most furnishings are naturally all kinds of flowers. On that huge table case, there was a shelf made of jade, with a long sword of the same style and glory, which was one of the famous swords in the world -Qiu Shui duckweed.
As soon as the flower stood up, he immediately stood up, and immediately had six beautiful and refined maids to hold his shirt forward, but his hands and feet were hesitated but gently gently wiped his body for him, and then wearing his clothes for him.
The clothes are very good, and the embroidered peony petals are embroidered, which is only for the sewing of silk used by the dynasty. But this expensive dress is just a robe that has a floating rest.
When the maids were dressed in the flowers, there was a slight footsteps outside the attic. Then the footsteps stopped after the screen of the outer hall, and someone cough softly.
Hua Zi fluttered his face indifferently. He had a pair of very beautiful Dan Fengyan eyes. At this moment, his eyes flickered, and he asked casually: "Is there any news in the Yaoyun Mountain?" .
"Back to the lord, there is an urgent letter from Jianzong."
With the low and ordinary voice, a man was turned out of the screen. This person's appearance is flat, about fifty and down, his complexion, medium -sized figure, and ordinary clothes are the kind of people who will disappear as soon as they enter the crowd.
But in the Chunqiu Pavilion, no one never felt that he was an ordinary person, and no one dared to despise him. Because he is the most trusted by Hua Zi Piao, and it is also the big manager behind the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, Xiang Yin.
Xiang Yinren, as its name, has been supplemented by the Spring and Autumn Pavilion for many years. Although he is superb, he will never show the mountains and dew easily. He is like the word "hidden" in his name. The dazzling light is the shadow after the light. Although the shadow is followed, it is never conspicuous. Perhaps no one in the world can clearly know his depth except for the flowers.
Hua Zi Piao had already worn the robe, and walked to the soft collapse of a silk pavement at will, and a glass of wine was long collapsed. The wine was just warm from the hot water, and it was slightly hot. Hua Zi drank a glass of wine, and asked, "What do Zhuo Shiran say?"
After asking this sentence, Hua Zi sat on the soft collapse, and immediately three maids stepped forward. The two women pinched their shoulders and rubs their legs. One person poured wine for him.
Xiang Yin station had far away, and heard the words: "Back to the lord, Zhuo Zongzhu said in the letter, tomorrow morning, he will rush to Dongting."
"Very good." The glass of the wine glass passed by Hua Zhan took a sip slowly, and said faintly: "Ready, let's go tomorrow."
"Yes." Xiang Yin replied, and then groaned slightly, and asked, "I don't know who wants to take it?"
Hua Zi was so comfortable that it seemed to enjoy the service of the maids very much. He paused for a moment and asked, "Who are there in the pavilion recently?"
Xiang Yin sinking for a moment and replied: "Back to the lord, the four lords have tasks in the body. At present, they are not in Chang'an. As for the four places of Fenghua and Snow, except for the young lady left, the remaining three are in the chiefs ..."
"It's been almost half a year ..." Xiang Yin's remark was not finished, and he was cut off by the flowers from the flowers. Hua Zi's face changed slightly. He turned to look at Xiang Yin and looked at him, and asked, "Where did you go at the beginning, why hasn't you come back so far?"
Xiang Yin's face also changed at the same time, revealing a bit of weird color, he opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
Hua Zi glanced at him, converged, and said indifferently: "If you have something, you can say that if you have a fart, you can put it, twist, like a lady."
If there are others here, maybe they will be surprised because of this rough words. After all, no one will think that the flowers who like elegant flowers will be dirty.
But everyone who knows Hua Zi knows that all the preferences of Hua Zi Piao come from his mood. When he is in a good mood, he can talk to you about ancient and modern, and talk elegance. But if he was in a bad mood, he would not only scold people, but also killed. And this is exactly the style of his moody, righteousness and evil.
Xiang Yin has been with the flowers since he has been with him for many years, and he has long been used to it as usual. He hesitated for a moment, and then carefully said: "According to the news received in the Pavilion, the young lady has gone to the Northwest ..."
"Northwest?" Hua Zihua heard this, and interrupted again: "She is a girl's house, what does it go to the northwest to do?" He sank, stared at Xiang Yin, and asked, "Who did she be with ?”
Xiang Yin was uncomfortable by the flower, and his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be unable to say hidden. But the flowers were sharp, and he could not hesitate anymore. Seeing this, Xiang Yin had to sigh and said, "Back to the lord, the young lady went alone. She wrote that she didn't want to let the lord know about it, otherwise she would pick up my skin."
"This Nizi, when it is getting more and more presumptuous, it is more and more bold!" Hua Zi Piao shot a coffee table, and the jugs were shocked highly, scaring the three maids who served him, trembling, and he trembled. Suddenly her beauty turned pale. Hua took a wave to let them retreat, and then looked at Xiang Yin: "Talking, what did she run to the northwest alone?"
Xiang Yin swallowed secretly and bowed and said, "Back to the cabinet, the young lady did not mention what she went to the northwest. "
As soon as this remark came out, the flowers suddenly changed from the flutter, and Dan Feng's eyes were vaguely cold. Xiang Yin observed his words and looked at the spine.
"Hum hum!"
Suddenly Hua Zi fluttered a cold hum, and Junyi's face was gloomy, obviously angry.
"It's so bold, you really ran to find him!" Hua Zi was angry, Xiang Yin stood in the distance, a heart pounded, and the atmosphere did not dare to dare out.
"What's so good about that kid, it is worth you to go to find him thousands of mads?" Hua Zi was full of anger, but after this sentence, he suddenly seemed to be a leather ball, and the anger in his eyebrows became helpless at the same time. color. He sighed heavily and murmured to himself: "It's really a woman. If I have a son, if I have a son, how good it should be, at least not so worried."
When Xiang Yin saw this, the big stone landed on the ground, and immediately said: "The owner of the cabinet is rest assured. I have sent someone to notify the people in the Northwest Hall, so that they must ensure the safety of the young lady, otherwise they will meet."
Hua Zi was helpless, and he put his hand and said, "Since she doesn't want to let me know, she can tell them to see the opportunity, don't let her notice it. Although she is brave, her skin is thin, I am not afraid of it, I don't fear it, I don't fear it. I was afraid that she had a temper towards me. His mother, what kind of evil did I make, God let her come to clean up me? "His eyebrows and eyes suddenly said," Where is she thin? How do you dare to run alone to find a man? His mother, really angry, Lao Tzu! "
Xiang Yin wanted to laugh, but did not dare to laugh, but only lowered his head and was uncomfortable.
Hua Zi was scolded for a while, and the anger disappeared. He hummed and said, "Since the boy is also in the northwest, you don't have to worry about the safety of the beginning. Although Lao Tzu doesn't like the pretending to be a decent, he is in Martial arts, protecting my daughter is enough. "Suddenly, he jumped like a thunder and took a lot of coffee tables. This time, the coffee table was completely crushed. Hua Zi fluttered anger: "At the beginning of the flower, you are a filial daughter, do you really want you to go to the seven -foot gate to accompany Nayun Zhongyue to drink a cup of tea?"
Xiang Yin's head was lower, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
As we all know, in addition to the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, which is known as the world's largest gang, Chang'an Jianghu also has a seven -foot door. Although the seven -foot door forces are far less than the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, it is just a small gang organization, but it has been rooted in Changan for a long time. It has always been bright and strong, strong and weak, and has a chivalrous position on the rivers and lakes. The Yunzhong Yue in the mouth of the flower is the owner of the seven -foot gate, and the father of Yun Jian, the new door owner today. Yun Zhongyue broke into the foundation of seven -foot door with a long gun, and he was upright and hot. His son Yun Yan was a young man who was famous for his "white horse long guns".
The seven -foot door and the Chunqiu Pavilion belong to the same place, but the two sides have clear positions and have no exchanges between each other. However, the seven -foot door of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion's forces continued to stand on Changan, which was not tolerate. This is a surprising thing.
Judging from the performance of the flowers at the moment, although there is no intersection between the forces between the two sides, the respective people do not seem to be the case in private, otherwise the flowers will not be so popular.
Hua Zukou scolded himself, and finally stopped in a helpless long sigh.
"Northwest, pay close attention. Find the opportunity to bring Hua Nianchu back. A girl who hasn't leaned out of the cabinet, what kind of body is so well!"
"Yes, I understand." Xiang Yin nodded quickly, and then asked again: "The owner of the cabinet will travel tomorrow ..."? "
"Originally going to see the world who went out to see the world. Since she is not there, even if she is not there." Hua Zi groaning for a while, "notifying Feng Xue, and tomorrow with me to Dongting."
Xiang Yinyou should be, and then turned away.
Flowers sat in silence for a long time, and then got up to the huge table case. The two fingers in the right hand were randomly wiped. The autumn duckweed duckweed came out of the sheath. In spirituality, with the sword finger trembling bomb, the cold sword light staggered, and the room was full of cold.
Hua Zihuang held his sword in his hand, his fingers gently stroked the cold and cold and autumn water like stroking his lover's face, and murmured in his mouth: "I haven't seen it for many years, don't come to it?"
In Hunan and Chu, the heavy rain for several consecutive months finally disappeared tonight. In a broken temple, there was a flash of fire that flickered and dark, and there was a thin and thin horse in the door of the temple.
A bunch of firewood was burned in the broken temple, and a dry teenager was sleeping next to the wall. He seemed to have been sleeping so warmly for a long time. Occasionally, he was still licking, licking the saliva of the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be dreaming about it.
An old man took off the dilapidated green shirt on his body and stamped it gently on the teenager. He looked at the teenager, and suddenly sighed softly, with a rare warmth in his eyes.
The old man sat back beside the fire, reached out to unbutton the long box wrapped in the oil cloth behind him, put the long box on his knees, his eyes suddenly became extremely heavy.
"The magic species is immortal, and the evil spirits are hard to eliminate."
The old man said to himself, his eyes were like a sword.
"Some people once said that if the magic species is destroyed, this sword must be this sword. But this sword comes from the alien race, and there are many secrets. Once it is opened, it will definitely cause the world to shake. Such variables, my business bank can not be able to control it."
The old man sighed for a long time and murmured: "But there are some things, things are artificial, and if it is decisive, wouldn't it repeat the same mistake? How can this rivers and lakes be able to withstand again?"
The old man pressed his hands on the long box, his eyes were deeply dignified, as if the box was sealed with some terrible monsters.
"This trip, I hope to encounter some unexpected surprises. There will be a chance to break up with changes." The old man turned his eyes to the sleeping teenager, his eyes turned back to a little tenderness, and murmured: "My old bone, but also I want to live for another two years, after all, I still owe you a lot of money. "
At this time, the sleeping teenager suddenly called: "Master, roast chicken, roast chicken ... I eat chicken legs, chicken butt is left for you ..." The boy turned over before the words, and the teenager murmured and rejoiced again. Fell asleep.
The old man was stunned. He looked at the sleeping teenager dullly, suddenly grinned, smiled, and wet his eyes ...
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