How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

Qin Ming got closer, Jian Qianshan stepped over, but suddenly there was light in front of him.

Blinding white light.

Murderous!

Jian Qianshan's eyes hadn't adapted to the sudden brightness, but he had already moved his sword in the direction of the fierce wind.A sword slashed away, and there was a clang in the ear.Jian Qianshan felt something bump in his head, but besides having a headache, he swung his sword almost instinctively to block it——

There was a clank, like someone who was plucking the strings, suddenly gained a little more strength in his hand.There was still only a dazzling white in front of him. He realized that this might be a trap, but it seemed that it was too late to get away.In the dazed whiteness, his eyes lost their function; the sound of the piano became louder and louder, and he couldn't hear how the enemies hidden in the white light moved.

There was another "ding", and his sword spine blocked another attack.However, almost at the same time, a sharp wind came from his side, and it was too late for him to turn around and block.Jian Qianshan moved sideways, but stepped on something under his feet.The ground softened, and Jian Qianshan was caught off guard——

"Spider nest?!"

Xingheying let out a bluff, which was a loud noise in the cave, causing Shui Fengqing to jump a step away and rub his ears: "As for the yelling? Your father and I are not deaf."

Xingheying had already jumped lightly and wanted to run forward, but was grabbed by Shui Fengqing by the back of the collar like a kitten: "Do you have a thorn in the bottom of your foot? Jumping so fast?"

"My senior brother doesn't know anything! What are you two old men thinking?! I almost let this spider bite me, don't you worry about him breaking into the spider's den?!"

Shui Fengqing didn't expect this kid to blow his hair, he was stunned for a moment, Xingheying had already shaken off his hand and rushed out.On the contrary, his lightness skill was excellent, and Bai Ying suddenly disappeared into the darkness.Shui Fengqing didn't rush to follow, but just waved his hands, and the floating dust around him seemed to be suddenly suppressed by his aura.He didn't turn his head back, he just stared at the direction where Xingheying rushed out, but he spoke to the person behind him:

"It's been 25 years. Is he still alive? If he is alive, send a message to him for me."

Shui Fengqing finally turned around slowly, looking at the figure behind him:

"If you're still alive, die quickly."

He spoke these words very slowly, but there was a surge of malice in his voice, as if he wanted to crush the people who heard these words together.

Jian Qianshan suddenly remembered the situation when he first held the sword more than ten years ago.

Among the thirteen peaks of Jianmen, Qianji Peak is the tallest and most dangerous.Up to the high place, only the shadow of the crane can pass.At the top of Qianji Peak, on Guixu Cliff, if there is snow that is not blown away by the mountain wind, it will not even melt all year round.

That year Jian Qianshan was six years old, Feng Heming hadn't started yet, and neither had Xingheying.In fact, Xingheying is two years older than him, but he started late, so he is a junior.That year, Jianqian Mountain didn't have the extremely light iron chains to climb the Guixu Cliff, nor did it have the deep internal strength to not be afraid of the deep winter mountain wind.At that time, Wengui likes to wrap him up like a bunny, looking chubby, then hold him in his arms with one hand, and bring him up to Guixu Cliff.

The first time Jian Qianshan touched a sword, it was not a wooden sword for children to enlighten, but the sword on the top of Guixu Cliff, on the big bluestone, which no one had pulled out so far.

"This is called the sword head, and it is used to balance the weight of the whole sword. If it is a sword of the town house, there will be a beautiful sword tassel hanging on it. And if it is a martial arts sword used to kill enemies, it will often be at most only With leather straps on."

At that time, Jianqian Mountain was just as high as the big bluestone, so it was easy to see where the way back was pointing.It was very cold on the top of the mountain, on the way home Wen Wen held his little hand with one hand and held it for him, and pointed at the sword embedded in the big bluestone with the other hand——

"This is the hilt of the sword. Hold it here when you draw the sword. The sword is double-edged, so when you hold the sword, you have to hold it on the grid with the jaws of a tiger. After you get used to it, you can also hold the hilt completely... Come on , Qianshan, give it a try."

Jian Qianshan stretched out his fleshy little hand, and the tiger's mouth was pressed against the side of the sword grid, but the child's hand could not hold the sword at all, and the little hand, which was so hot after being asked to return home, stuck to the wind and snow. After a long time of sword fighting, a burst of coolness made him shiver uncontrollably.On the way home, he didn't call to stop, so he clenched his sword tightly against the biting cold.He tried to pull out the sword, but he didn't know how deep it penetrated into the bluestone, Jian Qianshan tried hard for a long time, but it didn't budge.

He looked back at Wenhuitu, and Wengui stretched out his hand—but instead of holding his hand, he spread out his palm.Jian Qianshan saw the callus in Master's hand, let go of his hand, and looked down at his own fleshy palm.The white and tender little hand was reddened by the cold from the sword just now.

Asking about the way home, he stretched out his hand and held Jian Qianshan's numb hand again:

"Qianshan, you have to remember how cold this sword is. One day you will think about the extreme meaning of the sword, and at that time, you will think about the temperature of this sword—" The following words, so light, were blown by the mountain wind. It blows away, and flows away with Feixue, leaving only the temperature of the sword in the palm of your hand.

Bitter cold.

That sword is at the place closest to the sky.It's extremely cold at high places, it's a severe cold that no one can get close to.

The way of the sword is extremely intentional, and it is unfeeling and abandoning love.There is no entanglement in my heart, and in the highest place, there are thousands of clouds flowing alone.Let the world change three thousand times, and break it with one sword!

Jian Qianshan suddenly opened his eyes, the white light was no longer dazzling.It's like when you are half asleep and half awake, you can't open your eyes but feel the surroundings are bright. After struggling for a long time, you finally open your eyes on the bed and find that the sky is bright and the struggle just now is just a dream.

The sword was in his hand, not yet drawn.He stood in the cave without falling or being attacked, the torch was still in his left hand, surrounded by countless huge spiders.Perhaps because they were afraid of open flames, they surrounded Jian Qianshan, but they didn't pave it out, but were spinning silk—spraying spider silk on the torch, and extinguishing the torch little by little.Hearing the sound of the piano again, Jian Qianshan raised his head and finally saw countless white shadows hanging on the spider web at the top of the hollow.He finally knew that this kind of spider would wrap its silk into a white cocoon and drag its prey away. When it was empty, the carcasses dried on the spider web would become wind chimes. The echo is amplified, like the sound of a piano.

At the top of the cave, there are several hollows, through which the wind blows in through the light of the sky.

If it was formed naturally, then what kind of ingenious workmanship is there to have such a strange and treacherous scene.

If it is artificially carved, then what kind of unpredictable intentions are there to create such a gloomy and cruel scene.

The wind became louder and louder, Jian Qianshan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was an awe-inspiring killing intent.

The spiders seemed to sense that the person in front of them was difficult to deal with, and the claws in front of their mouthparts moved.Jian Qianshan waved the torch to scatter the spider's threads, like a demonstration or a challenge.Raising his hand, he threw the torch into the rock crevice and stuck it, his right hand was on the hilt of the sword.