Fengyue non-stick clothes

After crossing the Luofeng River, there is Changxia Mountain.

September is the time when Changxia Mountain has the best scenery.The red maple trees all over the mountain and the evening glow form a continuous piece, which is reflected in the Luofeng River, spreading the overwhelming firelight in the water, as if there is only this piece of warm red left in the world.

Lu Qingyu stood at the ferry, waiting for the boatman to row over from the other side.Sitting cross-legged on the ground, bored, he folded a reed by the river to make a whistle, and blew an out-of-tune tune.Looking at the sky, he was wondering if he could cross the river before dark, when he heard faint footsteps behind him, he subconsciously turned his head to look.Because it was against the light, he only saw a thin and lonely man in white walking slowly, and he didn't see the appearance of the person until he got close.

The visitor carried a sword on his back and was dressed in old and simple white clothes. His age seemed to be about [-] years old, but just looking at the frosty color of his temples, he might not be able to tell that he was nearly fifty years old.His figure is extremely thin, and he looks quite erect, as if he is going to float away with the wind after taking a breath.His face is almost morbidly pale, the corners of his eyes are fine lines like the veins of late autumn leaves, and the eyes are filled with old snow, cold and heavy, his lips are slightly pursed, showing a bit of almost mean indifference.

Lu Qingyu threw away the reed pipe in his hand, cupped his hands and saluted, "Do you want to cross the river too, senior?"

Before the man in white could answer, the ferry came closer. The boatman stood silently at the stern, and a beautiful boat lady shouted to them from the bow, "Are you two going to cross the river?"

"Yes, thank you girl." Lu Qingyu cupped her hands and saluted, then turned her head and smiled at the man in white next to her, "Senior, invite you first."

The man in white was not polite either, he nodded to Lu Qingyu, lifted his clothes and stepped onto the bow, Lu Qingyu followed and sat with him in the cabin.The cabin was a bit narrow, so the man in white untied the sword from his back and put it on his lap.The sword was about three feet long, and there were still unwashed old blood stains on the sword coat, which seemed to indicate the years of killing by the master.

There are boatmen at the stern rowing the oars, and the boat is slowly heading towards the center of the river, with the slight sound of water rippling in the dusk.The boat lady who greeted them brought a pot of hot tea into the cabin, poured them a bowl of tea, and asked, "Where are you two going?"

"Changxia Mountain," Lu Qingyu replied, looking at the man in white sitting silently opposite, "I don't know where senior is going?"

The man in white raised his head and glanced at Lu Qingyu, his eyes were a little unclear, and he replied after a long silence, "Changxia Mountain." His voice was a little hoarse, like the cold wind in this autumn evening.

Lu Qingyu was slightly taken aback, "Who is the senior from Changxia Mountain?"

"An old friend who is not worth mentioning." His voice was steady and unwavering, but Lu Qingyu felt a little melancholy inexplicably. He didn't ask any more questions, and put the tea handed to him by the boat lady to his mouth, and held it in the hands of the man in white. But the sword was handed to Lu Qingyu, and the sword rested lightly on the tea bowl, preventing Lu Qingyu from drinking tea, and looked at the boat lady calmly, "Miss Wen, the grievances between you and me should not be hurt. and innocent."

The gentle-faced boat lady put down the teapot in her hand, and her expression became stern in an instant, "I never thought that Mr. Shu would still remember me after so many years. It's a great honor."

"I've made it clear what happened back then, and I thought Miss Wen should have let go."

Chuanniang stood up, and her originally beautiful face instantly became contorted, "Let go? I don't know what it means to let go, I only know that whoever kills my brother, I have to kill him," her tone suddenly became low again When I woke up, there were faint tears in my eyes, and my expression was gentle and sad, "Over the years, every time I dreamed of my brother, he said that he was so lonely by himself, but he always thought I was noisy and didn't want me to accompany him... Although I am also very unwilling, but I can only ask his favorite person to go down with him, so that he will be happy, don't you think?" She sneered, and suddenly pushed out her palm, slashing towards the face of the man in white. Herring panicked, "Senior, be careful!"

The man in white lifted the small table in front of him to block the oncoming attack. The table was instantly split in two. He leaned back to avoid the palm wind. Shouted outside: "Chi Jingxi!"

The boatman who was standing at the stern suddenly drew out his sword, and the blade was enveloped in sword energy, sliced ​​open the cabin roof, and stabbed straight at the man in white.The space on the boat was too narrow. The sword in the white man's hand lay across Lu Qingyu's chest and took him back a step before barely avoiding the edge of the sword. The man in white had only a few inches of chest, stared at the man in white with stern eyes suspiciously, and asked, "Why don't you show your sword?"

Although Lu Qingyu was born in the Swordsmanship Academy, he specialized in making swords. He is not proficient in swordsmanship, and he doesn't care much about martial arts, so he can only barely protect himself.He has a wide range of friends, an open-minded personality, and he obeys the teacher's admonition not to cause trouble. Moreover, he bears the name of Sword Artifact Hall, and everyone sells his face when he travels in the rivers and lakes. Except for occasional encounters with some local hooligans, he has never been involved in any major incidents. In trouble, today's continuous changes caught him off guard.He looked at the boatman in shock, and felt familiar, but couldn't remember where he saw him before. Just now, the boatman shouted sharply, "Chi Jingxi, kill him! You promised me!"

Only then did Lu Qingyu remember—a swordman in Northern Xinjiang, Chi Jingxi, a swordsman who has become famous in the martial arts in the past two years. His swordsmanship is extremely high. , without a defeat, without any momentary limelight.He also sent a war card to his master, but at that time, his master was already terminally ill and passed away in a hurry before he could fight. Chi Jingxi came to attend the funeral of his master and offered an incense stick for him.

"Master Wen, I didn't promise you would kill him. I have no interest in your old affairs. If he really died by my sword, it's just that I defeated him," Chi Jingxi said indifferently. Said with an expression, he asked the man in white again, "Shu Baiyin, why don't you show your sword?"

When Lu Qingyu heard the name that Chi Jingxi called out, her eyes widened, and countless questions arose in her heart, and she asked in amazement, "You, you are Shu Baiyin?"