One Sword Nine Ya

It rained in the middle of the night, pattering on the banana leaves in front of the window, Xiao Tao who was outside was woken up, and quietly went to her son's bed to check to make sure that he was sleeping soundly.

When he left, he added some warm incense to the ivory-white incense burner, and walked away lightly.

She shouldn't have been called Xiaotao, it was the most common name in the streets and alleys.It's just that the family's surname is Xiao, and Xiao Tao called Xiao Tao, the one who was not very articulate, sounded like "Depression", which was unlucky and auspicious, so Madam asked people to change her name to Xiao Tao, which also seemed intimate.

In the morning, I got up again to take care of the grooming, tied up the young master's hair, took out the clothes that had been scented last night, picked out the pieces of jade rings, pendants, tassels that matched the clothes, and tied them carefully.

Chen Weichen seemed to have not woken up, he was lazy, letting his delicate hands run back and forth on his body.

After tidying up and looking at the person in the mirror, there is a gentle and romantic style lingering between the brows. He is really a man of the world who can only grow in the hands of beauties in Jinyutang.

Chen Weichen finally woke up from his sleepiness, thinking that this was the first time he had received such meticulous care since he left home, he was a little flattered.

The rain still hasn't stopped outside, but it's much lighter. The moist moisture, like the smoke that wets the clothes, flies obliquely into the veranda.

Xiaotao said "ahhh", "I forgot to prepare an umbrella for the fairy house."

Then he took the umbrella and asked someone to deliver it.

Chen Weichen also didn't tell her that cultivators have stellar qi to protect them, but in fact they don't need to use an umbrella, just propped one up by themselves, and walked into the misty rain of apricot blossoms: "I'll pick him up."

He remembered the time when Ye Jiuya woke up on weekdays, and he managed it very well. When he walked to the door, the door had just been pushed open from the inside.

When Ye Jiuya opened the door, the rain hit his face first, and then there was Tianqing's umbrella propped on it, with a smiling face in front of him: "Brother Ye woke up so early."

A hand brushed her hair and slid all the way down, her fingertips brushed her wrist affectionately, and held her hand loosely.

Ye Jiuya recalled what happened last night, and knew that this time was a tacit fake show.

Then Chen Weichen dragged himself to the courtyard outside the porch to watch the scenery, the distant mountains were slightly purple in the misty rain, and the pavilions and pavilions were vaguely in the mist, only the dew-covered flowers and plants in the courtyard could be clearly seen.

Chen Weichen put down his umbrella, and squinted his eyes comfortably in the drizzle: "When I was a child, I liked rainy days. After a while, snails would crawl out, so Wen Hui and I caught them and played with them. Once we put them densely in the It was accidentally left in my mother's bedroom in a glass jar. The cleaning maid didn't notice it. Those snails came out of the jar and crawled all over the wall. When the sun shines after the rain, the whole wall is covered with slightly bright crawling marks—— —My mother was so frightened that she punished Ah Hui and me to copy the book more than a dozen times."

He took Ye Jiuya to the side of the rockery, pointed to a white shell in the rock gap: "That's it."

Ye Jiuya was naturally not interested in the snails in the rock gap, and just watched them indifferently.

Chen Weichen suddenly turned his head and looked at him: "I still don't know what you were like when you were young—why tell me about it."

After a while, the voice became lower again, and said: "He doesn't know either, you just tell me."

They walked slowly on the path of wearing flowers, looking behind them, they were really close friends and close friends.

Ye Jiuya looked at the distant mountains in the mist, and said, "It often snows on the mountains."

Chen Weichen looked at him with interest: "What about you? What do you do?"

"Practice the sword."

After a pause, he said again: "Look at the sword manual."

"You Jiange are all addicted to swords like your life." Chen Weichen said.

The courtyard in the south pays attention to moving and changing scenery, and passing through a moon cave gate is another unique cave.

On the stone walls on both sides, vines are like waterfalls, and after turning a corner, a small pavilion stands beside the lotus pond, dotted with new green lotuses, and the water surface is slightly rippled in the rain.

"Since you were young, the only things you have done are sword practice and sword manuals?" In the pavilion, Chen Weichen sighed, "No wonder it's so boring."

Ye Jiuya seemed to think about it, and said, "There was one thing."

Chen Weichen: "Huh?"

"When I was young on the top of the mountain, suddenly there was thunder, and the sky and the earth were full of sword intent. My mind was captured by the sword intent, and I couldn't wield the sword energy anymore. Master has found many methods, and once let me practice the piano to clear my heart."

Chen Weichen became happy: "No wonder you played the sword so easily against the enemy Shen Shuhou that day, and you also know the rhythm. You must remember to play the piano for me someday."

Ye Jiuya gave a faint "hmm" and agreed.

— is what he promised to respond to every request.

Chen Weichen said: "The sword is gold, and the root of the sword intent is the murderous aura between heaven and earth. I think you saw the true meaning of heaven that day, and then..."

He was stunned, and the slight joy in his eyes faded: "Let's not talk about the later."

Seeing his expression, Ye Jiuya knew the reason, and said, "Sorry."

However, his thoughts could not be restrained and flew far away, to the top of Liuxue Mountain when he was young.

"Big Dipper, Yaoguang, Tianquan," the teacher pointed to the sword with a childlike face, "turn up to Sanyuan, Tianshi, Taiwei."

He stroked his snow-white beard in approval, and sighed again: "Immortal bones are born naturally, you are born to want to practice swords, and the true meaning of the heavenly way suddenly appeared that day, capturing your soul, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse. Forget it, forget it, the war over Tianhe Right now, as a teacher, you will be going down the mountain for a while, and you should be good at practicing swordsmanship, you never know when the opportunity will come, and your spirit will return to its place, and you will be able to enter the realm by leaps and bounds."

There was only one person left in the vast snow, and after an unknown amount of time, a voice was suddenly heard, as cold as a windless snow desert.

"Ziwei, Tianshu, Yaoguang, Sirius, North Gate."

He used to follow the sword.

The highest level of swordsmanship, with the star officials of the heavens as the position, integrates thousands of sword moves in the world.

He heard again: "Kaiyang, Taiwei, Yuheng, Beibei, Zhengyao."

As the sword's edge rose and fell, there was a very low smile beside his ear, and Zhezhujian fell out of his hand somehow.

The voice said: "Borrow the sword and use it."

He turned his head and saw a person beside him dressed in black, with extremely handsome and cold eyes.

With a flash of light, he swung his sword lightly.

The sword energy is cold, but also bright, like a long rainbow, and everywhere it passes is silent, even the fluttering snowflakes also stop in the air.

It was an indistinguishable color of sword energy, which came out from the top of the mountain and flew like tearing the sky.

He followed the sword energy with his eyes, watching it reach the distant gray sky and break through a long black gap.

Thunder roared faintly.

The power of that sword can be compared with that of Tiandao Zhenyi three years ago.

"Look at the way of heaven," the man looked at the sky, "that's all."

His mind felt as if he had been hit hard, his internal organs churned, and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

After the chaos, it was clear and bright, and the soul returned slowly.

The man returned the sword to him, and the howling of the cold wind suddenly became louder.

He closed his eyes to calm his mind, and when he opened his eyes again after a while, the man had disappeared, and there were no footsteps on the snow, like a dream that came and went without a trace.

He held Zhezhu's icy-cold sword hilt, imitating the man just now, and stretched out a sword forward.

Lightning flashed and thunder fell.

Rolling spring thunder rang in his ears, and Ye Jiuya looked at the dark gray sky when it was raining, just like the sky of Liuxue Mountain that day.

Chen Weichen lowered his eyelashes halfway, and said sullenly, "Don't think about him."

At that moment, Ye Jiuya suddenly completely distinguished the past from the present.

The old things are ups and downs, and after years, the people who meet are not the old people.