startled autumn

Ten years ago, Yancheng.

Yancheng is a city located outside the pass, with criss-crossing mountains. Not only is the sky high and the emperor is far away, but it is also barren and barren. Therefore, as long as it keeps its own law and pays taxes, the imperial court has always let go of this place.

The people of Yancheng lived outside the pass, and they often fought with various wild animals and bandits. Over time, almost everyone practiced martial arts.Later, an unknown Qizong disciple Shen Jianxing lived in seclusion in Yancheng, and taught martial arts to the people, making the whole Yancheng a closed and self-defensive Qizong sect.

It's just that the good times didn't last long. Because of his wife's death, Shen Jianxing was heartbroken, so he passed the position of city lord to his only son, Shen Zhiqiu, and traveled around the world with his wife's ashes.

Everyone in Yancheng is accustomed to the sect of qi, and they are proud of their true energy, which is strong and invincible, but Shen Zhiqiu is a maverick among them: he prefers the way of swordsmanship.

Shen Jianxing once poured cold water on him and said: "Cultivating both sword and energy is not an easy task." Even so, he still found some sword manuals for him.

Shen Zhiqiu has a stubborn personality and was encouraged by his father, so he practiced martial arts day by day.

At that time, he was only seventeen years old, and he was obsessed with martial arts. The first thing he did when he became the city lord was to build a ring in the center of the city.

Shen Zhiqiu still remembered that the weather was fine that day.

He was standing on a high and wide platform, and was about to fight with others, when the crowd around the ring was full of voices and words.

Just now.

A faint sound came from a distance, not light or heavy, but it made everyone silent.

In the blue sky, a group of white cranes flew from far away, singing in the nine heavens, their voices were like weeping, their frost feathers were covered with snow, and they did not know where they returned.

The people of Yancheng lived in the barren mountainous area, and there were many people who had never seen white cranes before. It was even more unprecedented for them to come in such a group.Now I saw them hovering in the air continuously, like riding the wind of a fairy, everyone couldn't help but heard the sound and went away, and each covered their mouths, fearing that they would accidentally scare the fairy away.

Shen Zhiqiu couldn't help but got off the platform, looked up and saw the cranes were flying among the clouds.

I don't know how long it took, the leading white crane chirped like a jade clank. Suddenly, the group of cranes swooped down and landed on the ring one after another, surrounded by a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Only then did everyone realize that a person appeared on the stage at some time, a person riding a white deer.

The white deer croaked, and a group of cranes came up to hear the sound. The young man was dressed in white, and the wind was like a frightened bird, and the cinnabar on his forehead faintly revealed a beautiful color, making his eyes shine like lacquer for no reason.

He said calmly: "I heard the sound of the sword, so I came to take a look."

His voice was not heavy, as clear as the morning sun, but he did not lose his fairy-like demeanor.

Shen Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and jumped onto the stage: "Who are you?"

The boy in white smiled and said, "If you can take ten tricks from me, I will tell you."

After all, he drew his sword out, all of a sudden the sky was full of brilliance, the white shadow shook for a moment, and the tip of the sword had already reached Shen Zhiqiu's eyes!

His sword is very fast, but it is a pity that Shen Zhiqiu's movements are faster. The moment he passed sideways, the edge of the sword passed by his ear. Provoking the sword of the white-clothed boy, the sound of the golden sword resounded all around for a while, and everyone was shocked.

The young man in white was not angry when he saw this, he turned his wrist, and the long sword in his hand was as strange as a snake.Although Shen Zhiqiu managed to catch the blow before, but he had already lost the wind in his position. Now he saw the opponent's sword coming continuously, so he had to retreat while blocking. No more refunds.

At the critical moment, Shen Zhiqiu touched the ground with his feet and rose into the air. The boy in white was leaning over and stabbing at him with his sword. At this moment, the sky above him was wide open. Facing such a rare opening, Shen Zhiqiu couldn't help but concentrate, and immediately swung his sword to fight back.

The young man in white seemed to have eyes behind his back, and his posture changed several times before he stepped back under the sword.Shen Zhiqiu's sword failed, his mind went blank for a while, he had no other move, but the boy in white just turned around and raised his sword, another wave of sword rain continued, Shen Zhiqiu reluctantly took it, but there was no chance to fight back.

Just when he was about to admit defeat, the opponent suddenly withdrew his sword, and his vigor disappeared without a trace.

Shen Zhiqiu has always been frank: "I lost."

The boy in white smiled and said, "You have accepted my ten tricks, so you are qualified to ask my name."

Shen Zhiqiu: "May I ask what your surname is?"

The boy in white: "Hezhou, Fang Hezi."

Ten years later, when Shen Zhiqiu recalled this moment, he suddenly realized that the sky was gradually gathering remnant clouds, and it must be a storm.

It's just that no one in the world knows what will happen next, at this time everyone knew that the young man in white was actually Fang Hezi from Hezhou, and they were shocked for a moment, especially Shen Zhiqiu.

Hezhou is a sword sect that does not care about the world. It is powerful and mysterious. No one knows where it is located. It is like a legend; Fang Hezi is a legend in the legend. On the way of swordsmanship, he has reached the realm of perfection at a young age, but as a Hezhou native, he has nothing to do, so although there have been stories about him in the world, no one has ever seen him in person.

Shen Zhiqiu was obsessed with swordsmanship, naturally he had been fascinated by Fang Hezi for a long time. When he saw him today, he felt that his swordsmanship was superb and his reputation was well-deserved.

Fang Hezi: "I see that there is true energy in your sword, it should be the dual cultivation of sword energy."

Shen Zhiqiu: "Not really, I've only scratched the surface of kendo."

Fang Hezi: "Your reaction is acceptable, but your sword moves are really lackluster."

Shen Zhiqiu was a little ashamed, but Fang Hezi had already left, leaving a white deer docile on the stage.

What exactly happened between Shen Zhiqiu and Fang Hezi, no one can say clearly for a long time, I just remember that the next day, Shen Zhiqiu led a white deer to find Fang Hezi, who was temporarily living in the city, and the two became friends. .

Fang Hezi's talent and martial arts are far superior to those of others, and he stands out from the crowd in Yancheng. Shen Zhiqiu often competes with him on swordsmanship, and the people of Yancheng also get advice from him from time to time. As time goes by, his reputation grows day by day.

After a few days, Fang Hezi couldn't bear it any longer, and invited Shen Zhiqiu to travel around the city, and Shen Zhiqiu readily agreed.

The two of them almost visited all kinds of small sects near Yancheng, and the kung fu in the small sects was even worse than Yancheng. Even Shen Zhiqiu would feel that he lacked interest, but Fang Hezi was not like that, and always handed out invitations in a lively manner. , and beat them down one by one.

Shen Zhiqiu was very puzzled by this, but Fang Hezi said: "They are dull in talent, and their skills are not as good as others. Practicing swords is just a waste of time, it is better not to practice! Besides, it is their honor to lose to me."

Shen Zhiqiu: "But, I have also lost..."

Fang Hezi smiled and said, "You are different."

Shen Zhiqiu secretly became happy.

Shen Zhiqiu still remembered clearly what happened on that day.Fang Hezi trampled a defeated general under his feet, his expression was calm, and his tone was even more calm, but for some reason, there was an air of arrogance from head to toe: "It is enough to leave Yancheng outside this pass. "

Between Shen Zhiqiu and Fang Hezi, Fang Hezi was always in charge of speaking, and Shen Zhiqiu was in charge of listening, so even though Shen Zhiqiu didn't understand what he meant, it still didn't prevent him from continuing to listen.

Fang Hezi took his silence as an acquiescence, and said with a smile: "You are my friend, so naturally you can't just settle down."

Shen Zhiqiu saw that his whole face was reflected in different shades by the sword light, but he still smiled and smiled, so he felt happy, but that's all.

Afterwards, Shen Zhiqiu invited Fang Hezi to be the deputy city lord of Yancheng, but Fang Hezi declined many times, but failed.

Fang Hezi: "Could it be...do you think I will stay here forever?"

Shen Zhiqiu felt a little disappointed.

Fang Hezi smiled and said, "Your expression..."

Shen Zhiqiu: "?"

Fang Hezi: "Oh, I'll just promise you once, it's not too difficult anyway."

In the past year, many things have happened in Yancheng. The good thing is that with the help of Fang Hezi, Yancheng is booming; Only You Ming stayed in Yancheng.

Shen Zhiqiu wanted to see them off, but Ji Zhao left too early and Mi Lin left too hastily.

Ji Zhao has been a very considerate girl since she was a child. When she left, he and Fang Hezi were still outside the city. When it rained suddenly, Fang Hezi refused to go on the road anyway, so the two delayed for half a day; When they finally came back, Ji Zhao's family had already left, and asked Mi Lin to bring him a message: Take care.

Not long after, Mi Lin also left. Mi Lin was a straightforward person who left the city with a wave of his hand without even looking back.

In the end, You Ming, the only one who stayed in Yancheng, chose to stay behind closed doors.

Fang Hezi saw that he was a little lonely, and she also laughed at him for being too affectionate when talking about wine.

Shen Zhiqiu explained: "I just don't want to be unfamiliar with them."

Fang Hezi smiled and said, "How do they compare with me?"

Shen Zhiqiu thought for a while and said, "It's different."

Fang Hezi: "How is it different?"

Shen Zhiqiu couldn't tell.

Fang Hezi drank the wine in the glass: "Since I am Fang Hezi, how can Fang Hezi be like others? If I am not Fang Hezi, how can I be different from others?"

Shen Zhiqiu was a little puzzled: "Where is there any if?"

Fang Hezi probably drank too much, so he burst out laughing when he heard this, until the tears came out, then he patted Shen Zhiqiu on the shoulder: "You, what a fool."

……

Young things are like a light boat crossing the shore, but for a moment when the white horse passes by, it is already a thousand mountains and thousands of miles of duckweed.

Suddenly waking up from a dream, it suddenly dawned on me that things are right and people are wrong.

As soon as Shen Zhiqiu woke up from his sleep, he couldn't catch any clues in the dream. He tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep again, so he went out with his sword in his hand and practiced it in the yard. For a while, the flowers and trees swayed like The wind is blowing.

Xiao Shaoling and Shen Zhiqiu are brothers from the same school, so they were naturally divided into the same courtyard, and as expected, they were awakened by the noise, couldn't bear it anymore, got up, pushed the door and went out.

Xiao Shaoling leaned lazily on the door frame, and said: "Junior brother, do you know that now is the moon in the sky, the best time to sleep."

Shen Zhiqiu heard the words, slowly withdrew the sword, and said apologetically: "I dreamed about the past again, so I wanted to practice the sword and meditate."

Xiao Shaoling yawned: "Being stuck in the past is not beneficial to the way of swordsmanship. This is your next plan." He sat down on the steps and sighed, "Tell me, what is it that made you So upset."

Shen Zhiqiu was a little ashamed: "It's still a matter of Yancheng."

Xiao Shaoling said earnestly: "You have already paid the price for what happened ten years ago, why bother to keep the burden in your heart?"

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head and said, "I just think that there may be more to this matter."

Xiao Shaoling pondered and said: "Then soldiers will come and cover the water and soil, no matter how big it is, it's just a hearty fight."

Hearing what he said, Shen Zhiqiu's heart suddenly brightened, and he was about to thank Xiao Shaoling, but found that Xiao Shaoling had already fallen to the side, falling asleep with his arms around the pillar.