not immortal

It was night, and the full moon illuminated the courtyard very brightly, and there were faint sounds of insects chirping and grass leaves rustling in the mountains.

Jiang Xu was still lying on his side on the bed and sleeping deeply, his clothes were a little disheveled, the conspicuous places on his face and body were normal, but the surrounding was empty, Yan Sui counted the time and sat at the table, looking like a gentleman , pursing his lips slightly, anyone who saw him would know that he was in a good mood at the moment.

For Yan Sui, it was rare to have such a moment of peace and peace of mind, and he couldn't help cherishing it, but at this moment, there was a sudden clear sound on the roof.

It seemed that the boots had fallen on the tiles, undetectable, more cautious than a night owl, and was walking lightly towards the courtyard. If it was Cheng Yan or Jiang Xu alone, he would not have noticed this at all. Little movement.

But it is Yan Sui who is sitting in the room right now.

In the half-brightness and half-darkness of the moon, the smile on the dusty and handsome face suddenly became colder, and the line of sight fell precisely on the direction where the uninvited guest landed through the obstruction, and finally stood up and grabbed the umbrella on the table, almost silently He pushed the door open and walked into the corridor, looking at the person who came.

It was a figure that could not distinguish between men and women, dressed in black with a simple long sword in his arms, and the light black gauze on the veiled hat hanging down to his knees. When he saw Yan Sui, the sword in his hand was drawn out of its sheath in an instant, and the light of the sword flashed. Breaking through the moonlight is like a ray of sky breaking through the silent night!

And Yan Sui just raised his umbrella lightly to block it, and then he was shocked back and retreated into the courtyard.

"Play in the courtyard," he smiled calmly, holding only a simple bamboo umbrella in his hand, "Don't disturb my junior brother's rest."

The man still didn't say a word, he raised his sword and came over to commit suicide, Yan Sui turned sideways slightly, raised his umbrella to block him back again, and walked into the moonlit courtyard unhurriedly.

He didn't say anything more, the comer's movement skills were extremely exquisite, every sword pointed directly at the vital point, the long veil of the bamboo hat fluttered in the sword energy and killing intent overflowing everywhere, but it always covered his figure perfectly, Obviously came prepared.

He finally spoke, his voice hoarse and difficult to distinguish: "You can't stop me if you don't draw your sword."

"Heh," Yan Sui laughed softly, his breath undisturbed, "Do you think I can be forced to draw my sword?"

"Why not!"

The voice was suddenly high, and under the moonlight, a clear sword chant resounded through the courtyard. The man turned his wrist and blocked Yan Sui's umbrella in an instant, and then stabbed directly at Yan Sui's throat, full of murderous aura. , I am afraid he would have died long ago.

Yan Sui sighed lightly, and finally moved his feet a little, narrowly dodging the sword.

"The little sword master's sword heart is clear," he praised "m" "'f" "x" "y" %攉木格沃哪呵, the hair hanging on the side of his face was shaved off by the sword energy, "in exchange for you Master, the current Sword Master Liuyun is probably no match for you."

It was Qiao You who came, and since she had been recognized, she no longer concealed it, and said in a cold voice, "Thanks to Meng Ziji's compliment, if I defeat you today, can it be explained that I am already the No. 1."

Yan Sui's smile was reserved and calm: "You can't win."

"Really," Qiao You's voice became colder, "I'm going to give it a try today."

As she spoke, she brought up her sword again, leaving no room for any move, her whole body was as sharp as a drawn sword, and the courtyard was buzzing for a while, very lively.

Jiang Xu woke up from this vague struggle. He was so sleepy that his body was numb and his mind was confused. He couldn't open his eyes, and the sound of weapons being exchanged was vague.

Who is discussing again, it's terribly noisy.

Jiang Xu grunted irritably, his heart skipped a beat, and he got up from the bed before he opened his eyes.

Could it be that Yan Sui fought with Chi Yuan?

In the end, he finally opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was the half-dark night. This was his own room, and Duan Shanhe was placed beside his pillow. There is no cover, no "m" "'f" "x" "y"% The sounds of fighting that stopped several times came indistinctly through the crack of the door.

Now that they are all back, who is competing?

"It can't be Brother Cheng and Sister Ya..."

Jiang Xu opened the door with his feet still a little weak, and the moonlight and sword energy in the courtyard hit his eyes. It was Yan Suizheng wrestling with a black-clothed figure, and the moment he came out, the black-clothed figure moved strangely The ground stopped, and when Yan Sui raised his umbrella to block it, the long sword slashed across the middle!

Jiang Xu's pupils shrank suddenly, and an exclamation would be stuck in his throat, but he quickly restrained himself without making any sound.

Zheng-!

There seemed to be a faint sigh scattered around, Yan Sui turned around the handle of the umbrella, and a delicate long sword was pulled out, with purple bamboo as the sheath, the sword was simple and slender hidden in the umbrella, and Qiao You was so caught off guard. Then he swung his wrist like flowing clouds and flowing water, Qiao You's wrist numb at the sound of gold and stone colliding, and he was shocked to let go. The sword light went towards its face without hesitation, and stopped delicately. Between the eyebrows.

Jiang Xu finally took a breath, staring at Yan Sui's standing figure with bright eyes.

No wonder Yan Sui hardly drew his sword after he came back, who else can make two moves under his sword now?

"You lost." Yan Sui seemed to sigh, his expression was so gentle that no special emotion could be seen.

Qiao You casually picked up the sword on the ground and said, "As expected of Mr. Zi Ji, there are very few people in the world who can be your opponent."

This voice made Jiang Xu look at that person in surprise. If he remembered correctly, it was the little sword master named Qiao You from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Yan Sui didn't respond to these words, Qiao You put her sword back into its sheath, and suddenly laughed. At that moment, her plain eyebrows suddenly became brighter.

"It's a pity," she shook her head, and finally met Yan Sui's eyes deeply, "You have lost your Taoism, so it's no wonder you still refuse to draw your sword."

Although Cai Cai's sword was advanced and deep, it did not have the meaning of sharpness. Instead, it was restrained, just for self-protection.

This should not be the No. 1 sword in Kendo.

Jiang Xu was in a daze. What does it mean to have lost one's mind?

There was still a gentle smile on the corner of Yan Sui's mouth, neither admitted nor denied: "If you give the little sword master another 200 years, maybe he has the strength to fight me."

Qiao You said calmly: "Mr. Ziji praised you, 200 years must not be enough. If one day, Jianmu reappears in Duguang, I hope that Mr. Ziji will hold his sword in the Nine Heavens and wait for me once."

Although he had lost his Dao heart, it was undeniable that Yan Sui was still number one in the way of swordsmanship.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and disappeared between the overlapping eaves and the moonlight in a few vertical leaps. Yan Sui watched her leave, and then stopped, saying with a smile: "What's so interesting, you look stupid."

Jiang Xu didn't fall for his tricks, stood under the eaves, stared at him with clear and persistent eyes, and asked, "Brother, what did she mean by what she just said?"

"It's nothing," Yan Sui said casually, "She doesn't have enough cultivation, so she can't see clearly."

Jiang Xu just pursed his lips and looked at him relentlessly.

You're lying to me, those eyes said, and you can't get away with it.

It's so cute, Yan Sui smiled helplessly, walked in front of him holding an umbrella, slightly bowed and looked at Jiang Xu, and said, "I'm not lying to you, Qiao You is indeed a good swordsman, but I can't see through it." I."

"Then," Jiang Xu thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "Tell me, what is your Dao Heart?"

Yan Sui pressed his shoulder dumbfoundingly, and comforted him: "Xu Xu didn't even find his own way, so asking about my way now will not do you any good."

He said this, and just before Jiang Xu was about to speak, he added gently: "Besides, if I really encountered such a big event, wouldn't Master not understand?"

It's true, Jiang Xu finally believed his words, if something happened to Yan Suiruo, it could only have happened during his training in Liaozhou, and he went back to the sect after that, it's impossible to be an elder of the sect Neither the master nor the master saw the problem.

"Then why did the little sword master appear in our yard dressed like this?"

The strange thing is that those villains with evil intentions.

"She's a martial idiot," Yan Sui sighed with a headache on his face, "I recognized her from the very beginning. If I didn't fight this one, she might never stop."

It's better to fulfill Qiao You's wish, so as not to have to deal with this kind of trouble every day.

Yan Sui was thinking, his eyes vaguely fell on Jiang Xu's ruddy lips.

Otherwise, if he didn't pay attention, Jiang Xu would not know where he went, and he couldn't find it.

Jiang Xu didn't notice the subtlety in his gaze and expression at all, he just nodded in understanding, and finally recalled what happened in the afternoon belatedly.

"The wine of the Ruthless Sect," he staggered to defend himself, "it has quite a lot of stamina."

Yan Sui explained to him without changing his face: "The wine brewed by Wuqingzong is a must in the world of monks, and there are less than fifty altars per year. There has always been a saying of forgetting one's feelings in a glass."

Jiang Xu blinked blankly.

"It means it's too intoxicating," Yan Suiwen praised him with a smile, "Xu Xu actually drank a jar, which is quite powerful, but don't be tricked by Chi Yuan to drink again next time."

He paused for a moment, his eyes darkened: "Otherwise, Senior Brother won't be able to find you."

Jiang Xu's face became hot, and he said slowly: "Understood."

It turned out that there was such a saying, and he secretly slandered that Chi Yuan really had no good intentions from the beginning.

Those who practice the ruthless way are really bad!

He thought about it, and then smiled cutely at Yan Sui.

"It's getting late at night," he said proactively, "Senior Brother, you should be tired after some sparring, should you go back and rest?"

Yan Sui looked at the obvious sleepiness on his face, and said cooperatively: "It's still a bit cold on Zhaoyao Mountain, Xu Xu is going back to rest soon."

Jiang Xu happily responded, holding back a big yawn, completely oblivious to Yan Sui's extraordinarily soft and satisfying smile tonight.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Then, brother, see you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, I felt a little regretful, what I said was too...fantastic.

See you tomorrow, doesn't it mean that you want to see Yan Sui again tomorrow?

He was just thinking about what to say to make this sound less strange, when he heard Yan Sui laugh lightly, and said the same: "See you tomorrow."

The chest is full of sourness and sweetness, and the legs are soft, as if stepping on a light and fragile dream.

In the end, I can only remind myself over and over again:

Those who practice the ruthless way... are not a good person.

old age

Xu Xu is right, please stick to your mind