Sir, this sword is a keepsake

The Taoist priests of Shangqing Temple picked all the peach blossoms in Houshan overnight.On the day of the vernal equinox, the peach trees all over the mountain are empty, but there are no flowers.

In the courtyard where the Taoist priests lived, under the moonlight in the second half of the night, they tirelessly smoothed out the petals of the peach blossoms and placed them on the ground bit by bit.When the first ray of sky fell in the east, they put up the hayloft and finished the final work.

Afterwards, the young Taoist priests went to the river to wash their faces and hands one by one, went back to the house, took wooden swords and dust whisks, and waited quietly outside Shen Yucheng's yard.

Qing Ai was already there, holding a sword and wearing a brand new green shirt, the young swordsman was full of heroism.In the morning breeze, people only feel refreshed.All over the mountains and plains, the smell of sulfur in the air has faded a lot, and it should have settled into the soil overnight.

The disciples of Yongxia Villa gathered under the Duanyan Terrace.Everyone stopped the homework they had to do every day.They knew that someone was up earlier than them and was going up the hill.

As the daylight passed by, everyone's shadows moved a few inches slantingly, and when a thin layer of sweat was already dripping on their backs, there was finally a knock on the door of the villa.

Although no one responded immediately, the visitor was extremely patient and courteous. Together with the weapon in his hand, he waited quietly outside the door without disturbing him—he was quite sure that the host’s family hadn’t traveled far away, but was only missed by trifles. It will be open.

A dozen or so disciples followed Shen Yucheng to the front yard in a leisurely manner.The Taoist priests followed casually from a distance, as if they were just here to join in the fun.

In front of everyone, Qing Ai opened the door, and outside stood a woman in snow-white gauze, with black hair scattered behind her head like a cloud, lightly twisting a bunch of pear blossom branches in her hand, if she hadn't been wearing a mask It looks like a lady who got lost in the mountains during a field trip in spring and came here to ask.

Seeing that it was the master's house who opened the door, she was not surprised, after all, she also saw that all the servants in this villa had gone down the mountain in the past few days.

Qing Ai's eyes fell on the pear blossom branch, her eyes were slightly bright, and she smiled softly, "Extremely elegant sword."

The woman's expression remained calm, and she bowed to thank her.

"What about my knife?" A man's voice sounded coldly behind the woman.

"Lu Ying!" Qing Ai saw the little junior sister Lu Ying who was silent in front of the man.

His expression changed, and he drew his sword resolutely, "Little Junior Sister—"

The woman in snow-white gauze made way sideways and signaled to Lu Ying, "You can go back."

Qing Ai was startled, and Lu Ying was also startled, looking at Jiaotu in astonishment.

"Be careful!" Qing Ai, who was afraid of the other party's tricks, reminded.

Jiaotu, on the other hand, seemed to have nothing to do with him, with distant eyes.

Lu Ying and Qing Ai had separated for many days and had a thousand words to say, but this was not the right time, they just took a deep look at each other, and then quickly walked back to the same door.Faced with everyone's concern and curiosity about her these days, as well as what Jiaotu had done to her and what her intentions were, she found that she couldn't answer.She suddenly let out an ah, and only then did she see Shen Yucheng in the crowd.

"Master..."

Shen Yucheng signaled that she didn't need to apologize.

Qing Ai kept watching Lu Ying walk back into the crowd before turning her head, and saw the man who was speaking looking straight at her.

"I am the second disciple of Yongxia Mountain Villa, Qing Mi. Your Excellency's saber is not out of its sheath, so I dare not make a statement."

"Shenwu Pavilion, Yazi." The man glanced at Qing Mi's sword lightly, and his eyes passed him, "No, you have seen my sword."

Qing Ai frowned, and was about to speak when a rich voice rang out in the courtyard, resounding loudly.

"Is that your severed head?"

Shen Yucheng, who was in the crowd, took a step forward, and a gust of moderate wind suddenly hit everyone in Shenwu Pavilion outside the door.

However, another ray of cool wind rushed into the courtyard with a tide, dispelling Shen Yucheng's sword energy.

"Shenwu Pavilion Jiaotu, entrusted by the sage, led the scouts of the Shenwu Pavilion to visit the owner of Shenwu Villa at Yongxia Villa, in order to proclaim the virtue of the sage and enjoy the beauty of spring together."

The woman returned to the position she was standing before, and this showed her position in the Shenwu Pavilion's operation—everyone in Yongxia Villa, including Shen Yucheng, was amazed at her youth and stability far beyond her years.

"Jiao Tu..." Shen Yucheng nodded and smiled, "This is a freshly picked flower branch, no wonder, it has a very elegant and fresh sword intent, but how can I remember that there are no pear trees on Yongxia Mountain?"

"There are indeed no pear trees in Yongxia Mountain. The branch in Jiaotu's hand was picked at the foot of the mountain."

Shen Yucheng shook his head slightly, and muttered, "One picks pear branches and the other picks peach petals, which is extremely speculative."

Jiaotu didn't understand what he meant, so he didn't ask a question or answer.

Shen Yucheng turned to Yai Zi, "Why did you cut off his head?"

Qing Ai suddenly raised her eyes, feeling that the question was asked strangely.

"Death shouldn't be a long torture." Yazi said truthfully.

"Master, what do you mean—"

"Yes, he cut off the head, but people didn't die because of him."

"Master..." Lu Ying's voice came from behind, and she took a step forward, "The corpse, I suspected at the time, was not Senior Brother..."

On the field, except for Shen Yucheng who didn't know the situation, and Yazi himself, everyone else was taken aback.

"It seems that you and your elder brother are very close." Yazi sneered casually.

"Such a superb skill, it seems that the white-faced doctor Huashuang's hands... But, the skin is easy to imitate, but the bone is hard to carve, he has not deceived you." After thinking for a while, Shen Yucheng pondered.

As soon as the "Hua Shuang Hand" came out, there was a faint voice of enlightenment from the people in the Shenwu Pavilion outside the door, obviously everyone had heard it.

"The frost-melting hand... refers to the one who can melt a person's face like frost and reshape it..." Qing Ai didn't want to call that person a healer.

Yazi raised his eyes, glanced at Jiaotu, and then at Shen Yucheng, "Since people from Xiliang have found Huashuangshou, you don't suspect that I'm a fake who has come into contact with him?"

"No one can imitate your cheap evil spirit." A rough and loose voice sounded, it was the voice of the man Lu Ying heard last night who was scolding him.

"I'm in the Shenwu Pavilion, Monster." After finishing speaking, the man introduced himself in a neither humble nor haughty manner.

The rest of the scouts followed him, all giving their names—all of them were aliases of Shenwu Pavilion.

Shen Yucheng nodded one by one.

The disciples in the back were confused - they thought that after the door opened it would be a thrilling and uncontrollable battle, but both sides were polite and did not cross the line.

Is it a test or?

The Taoist priests still looked like they were watching a play, with indifferent expressions, unable to tell whether they were happy or worried, and some even looked dumbfounded, as if they were distracted thinking about the peach blossom wine.

"Everyone has been staying in the lower dwelling for many days, and I have not invited you to the mountain to see it. It is because Shen knows that you have won the meaning of that one. It is not convenient to go up the mountain until the vernal equinox. Today, I finally see you, and I feel like the dust has settled. .”

He paused, looked at Jiao Tu and said, "But I know, and you all know, this is just the beginning."

He raised his arms back and said sideways, "This place is not suitable for long talks, please come in."

Jiao Tu stared at Shen Yucheng for two seconds, and let the rest of the people behind him enter first, and he stayed at the end.

When Yazi passed by Jiaotu, he glanced at her curiously, "Is this the sympathy between swordsmen? Do you have to talk to Master Shen in private if you have something to say?"

The sound was not too loud, just enough for everyone around to hear it.

Jiaotu seemed not to have heard the sarcasm in his words, she bowed her head, and the other scouts passed by her one by one.

Finally, she was the only one outside the door, and Shen Yucheng stood where she was, looking at her with a slightly surprised expression.

At this moment, only the two of them were in the front hall, and Jiaotu felt that he had finally seen Shen Yucheng's face clearly—much older than the blurred outline at that time.

Years, it really is not a good thing, is his swordsmanship even more unpredictable?

She regained her senses, stepped out her right foot habitually, and stepped into Yongxia Mountain Villa, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, she let out a breath of fresh air and said:

"Admired for a long time, finally set foot."

Although she spoke lightly, every word was condensed into powerful syllables that floated in the air for a long time and refused to dissipate.

Shen Yucheng was startled, and told her instinctively that what the young female swordsman said was not out of politeness, but from the heart.

He wondered: "Since I have admired you for a long time, why did you come here today? For a swordsman like you, there is no place in the world that knows how to treat guests better than Yongxia Villa."

"Master Shen, is the door open?" Jiao Tu asked Shen Yucheng who was following up.

"Ah, it's okay, there are no thieves on the mountain, if you really come today, it's fate, let you take it."

But after finishing speaking, he suddenly heard that the blue tiles and white walls in the yard were newly painted at the beginning of the year, which suddenly felt a pity.

Regardless of Jiaotu being right in front of him, he couldn't help sighing, "My heart aches, my heart aches, the centuries-old Yongxia Mountain Villa, the Wanli Spring and Autumn Swordsmanship, the latter is preserved, the former..."

Jiaotu suddenly turned his head and exchanged glances with Shen Yucheng.

"Although Master Shen is distressed, even if there is a little bit of fear, please don't show it in front of Jiaotu."

"Why?" Shen Yucheng felt more and more that this girl was unreasonable.

"Because... because you are the number one swordsman in the world, Master Shen's sword is unparalleled in the world and invincible. There is no unbreakable evil or unsatisfactory grievance under the world."

Shen Yucheng was stunned, what is this all about! ! !

"Girl, don't you... well, I have a son who is about the same age as you..."

Jiao Tu's back froze, "Master Shen misunderstood...and, Mr. Ling Shen Fang...had misunderstood."

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All the disciples of Yongxia Mountain Villa and the scouts of Shenwu Pavilion waited for a while before seeing Shen Yucheng and Jiao Tu hurried over one after the other.

Shen Yucheng walked up to the large stone platform, and said loudly, "This place is called Duanyan Terrace. It has always been the place where the sects of Yongxia Villa competed and competed, and it was also the place where the previous masters were selected."

"At the top of the building in the setting sun, in the sound of breaking the sound, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River. Look at Wu hook, pat the railings all over, no one will come, come here."

Among the people in Shenwu Pavilion, someone suddenly recited a poem.Qing Ai glanced at it, and saw clearly that it was a red-haired man taller than everyone else and as strong as a tiger or leopard.But the companions around him didn't react too much except for a few blank eyes.

It was the one who just called himself "Spirit".

The image of such a butcher, but he has a hobby of reciting poems and writing?Based on the information she bought from Wuxiang Building in the past, Qing Ai secretly analyzed the true history of the Shenwu Pavilion scouts under the code name.As for this sprite, he has never figured out what it is.

Everyone in the Shenwu Pavilion followed Shen Yucheng onto the Duanyan Terrace, and Shen Yucheng continued to walk forward until he reached the steep stone steps before turning around and facing the crowd.

"Come up the 99 steps behind me, and you will find the Spring and Autumn Pavilion that you all want."

Willing to win.

These four words have aroused different splashes in different people's hearts.Some of them were expected by Shen Yucheng, but at a glance, the expressions on everyone's faces were more or less strange.

Like seeing something strange.

He turned around, looked up at the top of the stone steps, and a crimson dress fell into his eyes.That graceful and beautiful woman with an unmistakable temperament was incompatible with the gang of martial arts and Taoist priests, but he, Shen Yucheng, was the one he climbed up to.

Xiao Nianjin's hand was lowered, but seeing everyone looking over, she bowed gracefully, only then did everyone see the white blade in her hand.

Jiaotu just exchanged glances with the "most beautiful woman in the world" for a split second, and the dirty blood in his body that had been cut off from his hometown boiled again.However, in the hand, a clean and pure white pear blossom suddenly bloomed on the branch, the color of the flower was full of snow.