Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

The towering mountains, the torrential sea, and the eight-pole palace are cold with horns blowing.Test the world, ask Canglan, the prosperity of a hundred generations discusses swords.

In the Baji Palace, there are many heroes, and thousands of swords are competing for superiority.It was early winter again, and the powerful guests from all over the world gathered to debate the way of swordsmanship, compile sword manuals, and hear the sound of swords.There were no empty seats, and every chivalrous man, regardless of brown casual clothes or colorful clothes, had all kinds of sabers on the table in front of him.Whispering to each other, or being arrogant, they all glanced at the four seats in front of the stage from time to time.

Among the four seats, three people have already taken their seats, only the far right, and no one has come for a long time.There are so many people in the hall that it is inevitable that some people will feel irritable.When the three poems were discussing whether to send people to investigate, they finally heard that one person came with the pure white plum.

"The rainbow is startled by the rain, the sand is clear, and the old vermilion is dyed with new green. The path is secluded and sparse, around the forest, and sits on the frost-spraying bamboo. My favorite is to play music against the wind, parked in a garden, and it is cold in the cold season." No one, Hear it first.The warm and elegant poem sound gradually became clear from behind the slowly opened luxurious door.The seats were noisy, and there was a moment of silence.Hundreds of gazes focused on the slowly approaching figure, respect, doubt, jealousy, all kinds of emotions were only for him.

The three songs suddenly showed joy.One of them said with a joyful smile: "Qing Yuzi, it's a good thing you still remember this sword discussion. It's not your style to be half an hour late."

Qing Yuzi handed the blue and white embroidered gardenia manuscript to the attendant, took off the cloak, stepped forward, and apologized to the heroes in front of him: "I am really sorry for keeping you waiting so long."

"But what happened?" Someone was concerned.

Qing Yuzi replied with a smile: "It's a matter of duty. Mr. Lian, let's not waste the time of the heroes, let's start the discussion of swords."

The man nodded, got up and announced: "Huhai Ning's lightsaber breaks and turns, and the wind and smoke are all over the wind and smoke to fight for the only one. The battle of swords among the heroes of the Octopus Palace is officially started!" , once again announced the holding of this year's sword review meeting.

The boiling sea corals are decorated in the Baji Palace, making the space warm and harmonious.When Qing Yuzi owed tea, he listened carefully to the person on the left who said, "I wonder which hero would let me see the majesty of the famous sword first?"

In this discussion on sword style, half of the four people changed their minds. The chivalrous men who came out on top were unwilling to be the first to say that, firstly, being too brave and hasty would appear arrogant and conceited; The seat is not happy.Most of the people who thought about it like this also drank tea by themselves, waiting for the test product to appear.

After three words, the so-called "No.1" did appear.Qing Yuzi took a sip of the hot tea, just as the man handed the sword to the attendant of Baji Palace.Jun Lian took the sword and looked at the scabbard carefully.Carved for nine days of dragon and phoenix dancing, inlaid with the tears of sharks in the East China Sea, the tentacles are cold, the texture is heavy, and it faintly reveals the fragrance of ancient dragons.Looking at the hilt of the sword again, the golden light ravages it, very luxurious.Lian Jun's face remained unchanged, and the other two looked at each other, each seeing disappointment in each other's eyes.

Then there was only a groan, and the sword light flickered, and it was Lord Lian who drew his sword.Putting down the scabbard, Lord Lian looked at the blade repeatedly, and recognized that the thin and tough blade was densely covered with traces of various sizes, which were left during the sparring and fighting.This state is somewhat surprising.

"I thought that the sword wearing gold and silver should be a dead thing for decoration and showing off. I didn't expect the sword body to have a different story." One of them sighed.

"The vicissitudes experienced by this sword are far incomparable to this gorgeous and complicated decoration. Too many embellishments will only make its rich experience visible to others." Another person shook his head.

Lord Lian put the sword back into the scabbard, raised her head and asked, "Dare to ask this hero's intention?"

The sword master is a martial arts practitioner of a certain age, and his clothes are ordinary, which contrasts sharply with his sword. "This sword was made by my father for me. At first it was just an ordinary iron sword. After wandering with me for more than fifty years, I killed robbers and wounded thieves. Needless to say, I went through life and death. Until the last time, I My right hand was cut off, and I couldn’t lift it anymore. After that, I lived an ordinary life. I don’t want to be mean to this brother who fights with me, and I don’t want to underestimate the past days of happy grievances, so I made an agreement for it. Take off this expensive scabbard and replace the original hilt."

It was only then that Sanzuo realized that one of the sword master's sleeves was empty, fluttering feebly with the master's movements.

Lord Lian nodded, and said: "One body fought for three thousand miles, and one sword was once a master of millions. When you enter and exit the gate of life and death, the sword belongs to you, and you are already a brother. Treating brothers so favorably, the world is moved. Just let one be with you life and death. Your siblings are luxurious and beautiful, but you live a simple life. This is probably not what your brother wants to see, right? Thinking about it next time, he would rather see you safe and prosperous."

When the sword master heard the words, he shook his head slightly, as if denying it: "Only by letting it dress up can I be reminded that I was once young."

After Lian Jun heard the words, he turned to Qing Yuzi who had been silent for a long time and said, "You, did you hear anything?"

Qing Yuzi put down the tea, his clean and penetrating eyes were filled with regret. "Sad, confused, helpless." Three words, six words.The sound of the sword he heard was a mournful cry, a sad mournful cry.This is a sword that feels that the original intention of the master has long since disappeared, and the original path cannot be found.

After hearing this, the sword master immediately cast a piercing gaze, and the three were even more suspicious. Lord Lian was puzzled for a while, and then said clearly: "Indeed."

"What do you mean by Baji Palace?" The sword master was a little angry.Under the anger, there was clearly some anxiety.

Qing Yuzi asked for a new cup of tea without explaining.Hearing Lian Jun's tone turn cold suddenly, he said to him: "This strong man, it's better not to point out everything, but after Baji Palace, there will never be a person like your Excellency again." Haoran's energy mixed into the Huamei sword in front of him, and then he turned his hand and hit the man in the chest, knocking him down directly, and stopped looking at him.Suddenly, discussions among the seats arose.

"What's the matter between Lord Lian and Qing Yuzi?"

"Why did Lian Jun change like this with just a few words from that luthier?"

In the corner, a black-clothed swordsman standing against the wall pressed his bamboo hat, sneered, and his heart was clear.Someone nearby heard his indifference and couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at, do you know?"

He only heard the cold voice of the swordsman answering: "A person who has been wandering for the first half of his life, where did he get the gold, silver and jewels?" In a word, the person who asked the question woke up like a dream.

That's right, a person whose father made copper and iron swords himself should be born in a simple way.After wandering in the rivers and lakes and martial arts for many years, it is even more impossible to become rich all at once.Since that sword master could transform a sword so gorgeously, with his patched clothes and crippled body, how could it be possible for him to avoid robbery and theft.Therefore, the so-called simplicity is false, it should be the disguise he put on before coming to Baji Palace.The truth should be that after he left home as a young man, he did all the thieves' deeds, stole countless treasures, and was cut off by someone's right hand after his last failure.

"Hey, for the sake of fame and reputation, everyone really came to Baji Palace to try their luck." Others were speechless.

The swordsman didn't answer, just listened.

After two hours of discussing swords and judging swords, in the end there was another sound of a gong that shook the sky, and the wind will end.The swordsman raised his eyes suddenly, and under his bamboo hat, his eyes covering the Milky Way and stars were fixed on the four literati who got up.Seeing him bowing his hands to the three of Baji Palace and leaving, he turned around and left the palace as well.

The sky is going to be dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, the mountains and rivers are vast, and there are only clusters of red plums.

Qing Yuzi walked on the snow, leaving a long string of footprints on the long path.Wan Lai returned to silence, only the north wind whistling in my ears.

On the way, Qing Yuzi stopped suddenly.A sword suddenly stood in front of him.

"...You?" Qing Yuzi looked puzzled as he looked at the man in black who turned out from behind the dead tree.

The person blocking the way in front of him was dressed mysteriously and wore a veiled bamboo hat.The swordsman stretched out his hand and slowly took off the cover. Suddenly, the long gray hair flew away, a bit aloof; Jianyu's starry eyes were indifferent, who would fight for the front.

"Come to fight." The swordsman spat out the word "搦搦" in a cold voice, clawing his hands into claws.The famous sword was sensed, and with a humming sword sound, it flew up, and it was snowed three feet, and it was held in the hands of the sword master.In an instant, a burst of Xuan Lie's upright energy burst out of the air, and the momentum suddenly increased.

Qing Yuzi was unmoved, but only knew that the person in front of him was pure and innocent, as if he had entered and exited the world. "Hey~ There must be a basis for a decisive battle. You and I don't know each other. Why don't you—"

"But the mortal world." The swordsman flipped his wrist, the eight poles returned to the original, and came with the sword.

Seeing this, Qing Yuzi made a show of playing the piano.Hooking a string with a finger, and a qi blade, it is the beginning of a change in the situation.

"Mountain gardenias don't stop, green scorpion. I've learned the lesson."

The author has something to say:

①Shanzhibubo·Qingzhizi: Scattered people.The title of the poem is "Rainbow startled by Jiyu, clear sand and empty, new green dyed old vermilion. The path is secluded and sparse, surrounded by forest trees, and sits to spray frost bamboo. My favorite is to play music against the wind, parked in a garden, and it is cold in the cold season."