[Jianwang 3] You have not returned yet

When the Tibetan sword was picked up by Chunyang, it was because of the poor technique of the Tibetan sword's light work that he accidentally broke his leg in the sea of ​​flowers.

It is not uncommon to see such a beautiful person in Zangjian. The disciples of various sects or people from the world who come and go in and out of Zangjian Villa are much prettier than him, but there is only something different. He is extraordinarily delicate, not like the female disciple of Qixiufang who is full of rouge, nor the gentle and gentle male disciple of Wanhua Valley. He gives people a sense of immortality, and even makes people think that this will Which fairy in the sky should it be.

Chunyang didn't say anything at that time, but just smiled lightly, as if it brought a gust of breeze across the sea of ​​flowers, Zang Jian was stunned, but the pain in his feet pulled him back from his thoughts .Chunyang was checking his injuries, he lowered his head with his hidden sword, and saw some slight bruises on his calf, he might have hurt his bones.Chun Yang frowned, stood up without saying anything, looked around, then walked quickly as if he had found something.Zang Jian tilted his head, and the gold-encrusted hair rope decorated with pearls hung from the back of his head on his shoulders. When Chun Yang came back, there were many herbs in his hands that he couldn't name.

With a little coincidence, Cangjian was rescued by Chunyang who was passing by. The injury was not too serious. In addition to the miraculous herbs of Wanhua Valley, Cangjian could easily get out of bed in a few days.

"I didn't expect that the Taoist priest would know such amazing medical skills, and Chunyang Palace also taught them?" Zang Jian put the epee on his back, tied his hair rope, and sat on the stone bench not far away, wiping it. Pure Yang of an unknown sword.

Just standing in the distance like this, he was able to attract all the attention from that snow-blue figure, and Zang Jian couldn't move his eyes away again.

"Young Master, you praised me. I just learned a little bit from this disciple in the valley, but I didn't know much about it, but I didn't expect it to be really useful, and heal some bruises." After getting along for a few days, Zang Jian found that this person was also He Shan, although he is a cultivator, not only understands medical skills, but also knows well about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and more importantly, his swordsmanship is really good.

"If this is the case, I am very grateful to the Taoist chief for his rescue. It's just that the timing is not right, I still have important things to do, so I can't delay this life-saving grace. Repay, never break your promise."

At that time, Chunyang still didn't answer anything, just lowered his head slightly and smiled, and didn't give Tibetan Jian any accurate answer.Or, he just didn't expect anything from this young master who was spoiled and raised in Hidden Sword Villa and didn't understand anything in return. It would not be easy for him to protect himself in the Jianghu from now on.

Looking at the golden figure driving away, Chunyang turned his head and looked at the small wooden house in the sea of ​​flowers in front of him, he hesitated to speak.How long have you been waiting here?One year, or two years?It may have been longer, so long that I can hardly remember.

It's been so long, but still can't wait for the returnee.

I am not afraid of waiting for a lifetime, what I am afraid of is that even the hope of waiting will eventually disappear in this long time.

Chunyang did not expect that the re-encounter with Tibetan Sword would be such a coincidence. It was still in the gleaming golden Chiling clothes, the high ponytail, and the cute face that was still childish, surrounded by Chunyang's junior sisters. He kept playing, as if he even liked this guest who came from afar, Chunyang hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

"Why are you here?" Hearing the question, the one who was squatting on the ground was pinching the snow rabbit's hidden sword for Junior Sister Chunyang looked up, and met Chunyang's eyes.

"Ah, it's you, Daoist." Cang Jian seemed taken aback. He quickly stood up, patted the snow powder on his lapel, and bowed his hands to Chunyang, "Long time no see. I am here with my seniors to deliver a batch of freshly made weapons to Chunyang Palace, and the seniors are talking to Sect Leader Li in the hall."

"Why don't you go in." It's so warm in Yangzhou, this young master probably can't get used to the ice and snow in Chunyang Palace.

"The brothers were afraid that I would say the wrong thing, and worried that I would cause trouble by running around, so they ordered me to wait outside the door."

"...It's cold outside and it's still snowing. Be careful if you catch the wind and chill. Go sit in my room. It'll be warmer anyway." Cang Jianshao said that he was in his early twenties, how could he look like a child.Chun Yang couldn't help thinking in wonder, Zang Jian's nose was already red from the cold, and his cheeks were blown a layer of faint red by the cold wind, adding a touch of chic to his fair skin.Some couldn't bear it, Chun Yang, who originally liked to be quiet and alone, had the urge to let him go to his own room to keep warm.

And Tibetan Sword's well-behaved also let Chunyang feel at ease.Chunyang Palace is cold and snow-covered all year round. How can it compare with Yangzhou, which is almost as warm as spring in all seasons? Looking at the hidden sword behind him with a curious face, Chunyang is really worried that his seemingly thin body will be real. Caught a cold.

"There is also snow in Cangjian Villa," Cangjian said suddenly, before Chunyang had time to look back, Cangjian quickly walked up to him, slowly raised his head and reached out to catch the snowflakes in the air, "But it's too small and too few , can’t compare to the snow in Chunyang Palace, it’s not as white as in Chunyang Palace, nor as spectacular as the snow in Chunyang Palace, the snow in Tibetan Sword Villa is too gentle.”

"...do you like the snow here?" Chunyang couldn't help but end his words, and he wanted to laugh a little.What is the matter with the snow that has not melted for thousands of years?

That's right, the sea of ​​flowers in Wanhua Valley is my favorite place, and my favorite person once lived there.That kind of beauty, how can this extremely cold place of ice and snow can compare...

"Like it? Of course I like it. You can't see such a large amount of snow in Hidden Sword Villa. If it wasn't for the entanglement this time, my brother wouldn't have brought me here. To see such a beautiful snow scene, this trip is really worthwhile. Moreover, the snow in Chunyang Palace is so similar to Taoist Priest."

"Young master of Hidden Sword Villa, please stop messing around, how can this dead thing look like me, young master, you must be joking." Chunyang frowned, really not knowing what this young master was thinking.

"I'm not joking……"

"The young master should say these words to the woman, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear them."

"Why are you like this, I'm serious!"

"Forget it... By the way, since you are from Hidden Sword Villa, I will ask you something, and I hope you can tell the truth."

"Taoist leader, but it's okay to say..." Although he was a little annoyed at the disrespect of this fairy-tale person for telling the truth to him, he, who was already very nervous, didn't mind too much, and instead smiled.

"Do you know... where 'Yuqing Xuanming' is now?"

"The Taoist priest is looking for this magical weapon?"

"Exactly. But I don't know who owns this sword. I've been looking for it for a long time. The Hidden Sword Villa is a family of artifacts, and there are countless treasures in it. I thought that maybe you, as a disciple of the Hidden Sword Villa, knew a little bit about it." ..."

"Sorry, although I have been staying in the hidden sword villa all year round, I really don't know the whereabouts of this sword."

"so……"

"However, since the Taoist priest is my savior, I will definitely find this artifact for the Taoist priest."

"Oh? Is this true?"

"One word from a gentleman is hard to follow. However, I also hope that the Taoist priest can promise me one thing."

"What's the matter."

"I just heard from the little junior sisters in Chunyang that Taoist priest has been traveling and practicing for a long time and has been to many places. And I just got permission from my uncle Ye Fangzhi to travel and improve my swordsmanship. Although It's a bit abrupt, but I don't know if I can go with the Taoist priest. First, it will be convenient for the Taoist priest to know the whereabouts of the artifact in time. Second, I hope that the Taoist priest can teach me more about swordsmanship. I don't know how I feel..."

Facing Zang Jian who was still smiling like a child in front of him, Chun Yang frowned slightly, but then relaxed instantly.Chunyang is covered with heavy snow all year round, but this young man is like a ray of light.Chunyang couldn't remember what was warming, but he suddenly began to feel that this young man was so similar to that person.

The corner of Chunyang's mouth twitched into a smile, and the snow covered the pine fell down.

Tens of thousands of flowers in the sunny sea, and the five poison pools in southern Xinjiang.

Such an appearance of spring full of flowers and flowers is incomparable to the Pure Yang Palace, which is snowed all year round. That deathly country, even the sunshine of spring is unwilling to project into it.

Chunyang sat on the stone bench and looked into the distance, surrounded by the fragrance of birds and flowers, elegant and comfortable, without the sound of that man's piano, he felt a little lost.Just as he was about to recall that unforgettable period of time, the epee of the hidden sword smashed into the rock hard, with a sound almost like landslides and ground cracks, echoing in the valley, startling the birds on the branches.

"Zixia! Zixia! Look, the epee that Master Ye Fangzhi gave me not long ago! I tried it just now, and it's really smooth! It's worthy of being made by Master Fangzhi himself!"

"...you are too noisy."

Facing Tibetan Sword who was running towards him with a heavy heavy sword in front of him, Chunyang just frowned helplessly, and didn't want to blame too much, just said "You are too noisy."

He was originally a quiet person, and besides, this is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, not his sect. After being disturbed by the young and lively Tibetan sword, Chunyang didn't understand how stupid he was in agreeing to let him stay by myself.

"Look, it's a very delicate epee. Every weapon that Mr. Fangzhi forges is top-notch. I really hope... one day I can also forge such amazing weapons."

"That skill is very time-consuming. If you continue to play like this day after day, I'm afraid you won't even be able to learn how to forge it." Chunyang glanced at the hidden sword that had carefully placed the epee, and then Return to the poem in your hand.

"I have been learning from Uncle Fangzhi since I was a child! I know how to forge and inspect ore," as if a little angry, Zang Jian sat opposite Chunyang dissatisfied, and grabbed the book in Chunyang's hand, " It's just...not as powerful as Master Fangzhi...but I'm still working hard, so it won't be long before I can create my own magic weapon like Master Fangzhi!"

Chun Yang froze for a moment, in the eyes of Zang Jian, there was a fire light that he had never seen before, even that person, he had never had it, and it was at that moment that Chun Yang understood that they were not the same person.

"You, the most urgent thing is to practice the sword well. After all, you are also a disciple of Cangjian Villa, so you should defeat me once." Chunyang snatched back the book in Cangjian's hand, and smiled helplessly.

"It's Zixia, you are so powerful! You have more experience than me, no matter whether it is internal strength or swordsmanship, you are much more mature than me... Also, Zixia, your medical skills...you also learned it by yourself still?"

"...Why do you have so many questions, it's so annoying."

"Then just tell me! If you tell me, I won't bother you anymore."

Don't bother me?Chun Yang almost laughed out loud when he heard this.Between the two of them in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, I don't know how many times Cang Jian said this.Although I told him every time, he could immediately have new problems to haunt him.As time passed, Chunyang almost forgot why this handsome, innocent and lively young master stayed by his side.

The rivers and lakes are sinister and the world is chaotic. Will this simple young master be safe...

Chunyang stood up, patted the dust on the corner of his clothes, and closed the book in his hand: "If you can beat me, I will tell you."

"Zixia! You clearly know that I can't beat you!"

"If you can't win, try to become stronger, and then defeat me, so that you can survive in this world... By the way, I'm going out to find someone. During this time, don't run around and practice your sword here. Law."

"Zixia is going out?! Who are you looking for? How soon will you be back? Is it far away?"

"Don't worry about who you are looking for. In short, you must listen to me and don't leave the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. As for the time, I can't be sure."

"Then...you will definitely come back."

Chunyang turned his head, and Zangjian sat on the stone bench and looked at him uneasily, those bright eyes instantly made Chunyang's memory overlap, that person was also sitting in that position, with black hair hanging down, and an elegant smile.

"You must come back—"

I'm back, I've come back and left countless times, I've left and I've come back, but where are you?

I'm obviously back, but Li Jing, why aren't you here...

"Zixia?" Not waiting for the answer from the person in front of him, Zang Jian was a little embarrassed and scared.He opened his mouth and called his name softly, Chun Yang opened his eyes wide and came back to his senses.

"I'll be back... definitely...so you have to obediently wait for me here, don't run around."

Chun Yang raised his hand and patted Zang Jian's head while saying this, the tassel with jade beads on his cuff slowly swayed, but Zang Jian didn't say anything, just smiled, grabbed Chun Yang's hand and nodded.

"When you come back, I can beat you."

"it is good."

For the provocation of Tibetan sword, Chunyang has long been used to it, and should not have taken it to heart, but this time, Chunyang felt that this was another kind of oath, which almost made him laugh out loud.He turned around and went to get the sword from the house, leaving a person with the sword behind, looking at the blue sky alone.

A gust of quiet wind blew up the hem of his clothes, and the jet-black ponytail and pearl-encrusted headband swayed behind him.