Sword net three spinulus sea

Chang'an to Chunyang is only a day's journey on horseback.

Yue Qinghuan traveled day and night, and arrived at the foot of Mount Hua the next morning.

It was early summer, there was only thin snow on Mount Hua, and the road was not difficult to walk.When he arrived at the gate of Huashan Mountain, he told the young disciple Chunyang who was guarding his intentions, and was taken to a guest room by the street to rest.

It was not until the afternoon that the Taoist nun from Chunyang came to tell him the location of the man's house.

No matter what kind of relationship he had with that person in the past, when he came here today, he was regarded as a guest, no matter how impatient he was, he could only be courteous.

That man lived in Lunjian Peak, which was far away from Taiji Square. The little Taoist nun was afraid that he would not find a place, so she led him all the way up the mountain.

Huashan has a high terrain, and the higher you go, the more noisy the wind and snow will be.

Walking to the foot of Lunjian Peak, he didn't bother the little Taoist nun any more, and asked her to return to Tai Chi Square before it was dark.

He walked up alone, passing through a piece of blue snow bamboo.

That person had a room, standing alone in the snow bamboo forest.

Yue Qinghuan brushed aside the bamboo branches bent down by the snow and walked into the courtyard. The courtyard was covered with thick snow, and beside it was a firewood house that had not been repaired for many years, and it had already collapsed under the weight of snow.

The room was dark, with no lights on.

Yue Qinghuan pushed open the dilapidated door and creaked.

A hidden weapon flew towards his face, he saw it, but he didn't hide, a thin scar appeared on his face, and a drop of blood came out.

The man was wearing a scarlet Taoist robe, sitting on the head of the bed, without a crown, his hair was all loose, one hand was drooping powerlessly aside, the other hand was still on guard, and just threw a hidden weapon, It made her show a struggling expression.

Luoshui twilight, singing under the moon.

She is like a crane that landed here with its wings broken, listless.

That was his apprentice, the name he gave her.

She probably didn't recognize him at first, or didn't believe that he was here, so she kept staring at him for a long time.

Just as Yue Qinghuan raised his foot to walk over, Luo Shengge's chest moved, and he choked up a mouthful of blood.

He walked over to help her, but she stepped back, avoiding him.

He stopped where he was, and didn't move forward.

"She's not dead, don't worry."

He remembered that it was a good thing she had left a sword, and immediately took it out from under the cloak, unwrapped the sword, and showed the two spinosa swords in front of her eyes.

"Where did she go?"

He was silent for a while before he said, "Here is the sword, she will come."

He backed out and closed the door for Luo Shengge.

It was getting dark, the sky was getting dark, and the wind was getting stronger, rolling up howling snow.

There seems to be a flickering light on the road in the distance, like a night light lit on Chunyang Road.

There was a rustling sound from the bamboo forest, and a little squirrel came out of the bamboo forest, carrying a small schoolbag and a braid on its head. It was a little squirrel raised by Nanfeng, and jumped onto Yue Qinghuan.Yue Qinghuan scratched its head and took out the letter from its backpack.

It was written in the letter that Nanfeng lost that little girl in Chang'an.

He took out a pine cone from his sleeve and fed it to the little squirrel, who rubbed it and went back.

He had actually expected that she would not come back easily when she got the news in Chang'an, and now even though she knew the value of the sword, she did not go back to Wanhua Valley with Nanfeng.It means that no matter how valuable this sword is now, she doesn't want it anymore.

No matter how valuable a sword is, how can it compare to the person who made it.

The news that the man who made the sword for her was going to marry Haoqimeng had spread all over the world, but it happened that Haoqimeng was the one who hurt her and humiliated her.

He lied to Luo Shengge that she would not come.

The bean lights in the distance flickered, and he was dazzled. He felt that the lantern's sudden approach and distance disturbed him, so he simply closed his eyes.

Closing his eyes, he still remembered the chess games he taught Luo Shengge to play, the calligraphy he taught her, and the herbs he taught her to recognize.But he found that no matter what, he couldn't remember what she was like when she was a child.

He taught her to hang the pot to help the world and to be a benevolent doctor, but she broke the pen in front of him.

She is such a good child, she has been by his side for so many years, she has only one wish, and he has not been able to help her realize it once.

He suddenly heard the sound of stepping on the snow in the wind, he opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that a bean of light was about to float in front of him, it was a person, a person walking with a lamp.

The man was thin and small, wearing a large black robe with thousands of flowers, he walked over against the cold wind, walked through the lush snow bamboo forest, and walked towards the courtyard.

The sun sets and the mountains are far away, and the wind and snow return home at night.

She thought he wouldn't save her life, and he did.

He knew she wouldn't come, but she did.

Yue Qinghuan didn't believe in karma before, but now seeing her coming with a candle, he finally admitted that saving her was the good cause he planted.

The ring of fate snapped shut.