Sir, this sword is a keepsake

In the last winter of Yonghe, Shen Fang, the owner of Yongxia Mountain Villa, sent all his disciples down the mountain to spread hero posts in Qizhou, inviting martial arts aspiring people from all over the world to participate in the martial arts competition at Yongxia Mountain. Every time it is held, the six best performers will be selected, called Liujia, who can choose one of the various unique schools in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion to take down the mountain, study and practice by themselves, and then establish a school.

In the spring of the first year of Zhengxi, Daliang, which was anxious in the north, completely lost control of the Xiliang Fanzhen in the southwest, Huyan Dongliu proclaimed himself emperor, and Xiliang was restored to the country.

There is still a long time before the vernal equinox, and men and women from all over the world have poured into Xiaqi Town, which has been depressed and quiet for almost a year.Their concept of time is far less than their familiarity with their own kung fu.

At the foot of Yongxia Mountain, there was finally fireworks again, the streets were bustling with people, the restaurants and restaurants were noisy, and the shop guys sometimes couldn't take care of them.The people of Xiaqi Town didn't care much about this martial arts tournament, but seeing so many businesses to do, they suddenly understood that this is actually quite good for them, unlike in the past, even though it was supported by Yongxia Mountain Villa sits in town, but the only business that really gets favored is the Qihuangfang family.

Now everyone is making money, and the streets and alleys are filled with a festive atmosphere.

There are all kinds of people participating in the tournament.Some are not young, and their temples have been frosted by wind and frost, some are still childish, and their eyes are clear; some are traveling together, some are alone; ; There are also eccentric personalities, the one with the most irritable temper also loves drinking the most. On the first day he arrived in Xiaqi, he drank all the peach blossom wine that Xiaqi town had hoarded for more than half a year and delivered from the villa. He got so drunk that he smashed all the wine jars in the only restaurant in Xiaqi.Suffering from a lack of cash and no money to compensate the store owner, fortunately he became a helper and did some tiring and rough work.

One day, this grumpy and unknown swordsman was sitting on the side of the street in a daze. Suddenly, he clenched his four fingers into a fist, only one index finger stood straight up, and grinned at the same time—counting the days, the vernal equinox is tomorrow.

His smile still faded away, and a person walking with wind passed him and entered the restaurant.He turned his head and saw a gray and agile figure floating straight to the second floor.

His smile became bitter.Lightness kung fu is what he is least good at, and I only hope that tomorrow's challenger will not be this master of light kung fu, otherwise, his saber may be powerful in vain, but it will be difficult to get close to him.

At the end of the long street that he didn't notice, a disciple of the mountain villa ran towards the direction of the mountain as if he had encountered an urgent matter.

At this time, in the front hall of Yongxia Villa, Shen Fang, Qing Ai and Lu Ying were talking about the list of participants for the first martial arts competition.

Yongxia Villa set up a bamboo shed at the foot of the mountain to shelter from wind and rain one month in advance. There was a wooden box inside the shed, and a gap as long as a finger was opened on the top of the box. Put martial arts into the wooden box.Before the vernal equinox, you can't go up the mountain without permission. The only thing that martial arts practitioners from all over the world can do is to put their names in the wooden box.

The wooden box was carried down the mountain by three disciples every day at Mao hour, and was brought up the mountain by three disciples at You hour every day. Under the supervision of Qing Mi, the names in it were taken out and submitted to be copied in the book.

"It's the last day, and there are more people here than I expected. It seems that the martial arts tournament is going to be dark."

Shen Fang, who was already the owner of the villa, was wearing a simple moon-white slim-fitting dress, and his long, smooth, jet-black hair was tied behind his head by the same moon-white rope, letting the broken hair on both sides fall to his forehead.

His eyes were bright and energetic, his lips were slightly pursed, showing a thoughtful expression, and his fingers tapped the armrest of the wooden chair lightly and slowly.

"Those who used aliases to participate, really don't worry, many of them are already disciples of other sects." Qing Ai's voice was always gentle and magnetic.

While looking down at the latest roster, Shen Fang smiled and said, "What does it matter, as long as you are not the master of the sect, there is no reason not to welcome it at Yongxia Villa."

His eyes flicked over those unfamiliar names until he saw the last person, without reflecting any emotional changes.He closed the booklet and handed it back to Qing Ai.Lu Ying on the side took it without any hassle.

The relationship between brothers and sisters has never changed.

"I heard that the remaining peach blossom wine from last year has finally been dealt with?" Lu Ying opened the booklet and said absently, "This group of people not only can drink, but they don't pay attention to it. They have eaten such a bad wine."

Qing Ai smiled and shook her head, "Junior Sister, you are wrong. It is not these people who can drink it, but a certain strong man who can drink it. I heard that he drank all the peach blossom wine by himself."

"It's amazing, it's going to take Feige to send a message to Yaoshan." She patted herself on the head with a "Oh!" It’s a thoughtful thing to take care of.”

"That's not necessarily true." A female voice came from outside the door, "Even if the sky falls, those Taoist priests will never be sloppy about brewing wine, picking fruits and catching fish."

The three of them smiled and looked at Xiao Nianjin.Although the corners of her eyes were a little tired, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her expression vivid and contagious.

"I received a letter from Akagi today."

Shen Fang was startled, and after a while, he said solemnly, "Is it from Miss Xiao?"

Xiao Nianjin nodded, "She has returned to Chicheng, and said in the letter that she has stayed there for a year, and she has already figured out the forces that Chicheng colluded with the Daliang royal family. If you want to destroy this abnormal marriage relationship, you must destroy those families Uprooted."

"A hundred years ago, Daliang invaded the East China Sea, and Chicheng fell. Most of the people who fought in the main battle were martyred, while the main descendants were captured alive as prisoners. A small number of people fled to the east of the East China Sea by boat, trying to find them The place where the ancestors were born is the ancient kingdom of the Yuren that has long been lost in the mist of history." Qing Ai paused, "The collusion force she mentioned is probably the descendant of the descendant faction."

"That's right, those people including my family, as long as they no longer control Chicheng's lifeline, it will not be easy for Daliang to control Chicheng again. At this time, Daliang will definitely not do it for a small Because of the small Chicheng and the emperor's harem, Xiao Nianjin frowned slightly and sighed, "This part of my blood does not come from a heroic family."

"Although the Daliang royal family is being constrained by Beihuang now, it's too dangerous for her to be there alone." After Shen Fang finished speaking, he noticed the gazes of the three of them.

"Since Junior Brother is the owner of the villa, I'm afraid it's not convenient for him to leave the villa and go to such a far place like before. Besides, I don't know how long it will take to go." Qing Ai guessed Shen Xin's thoughts all of a sudden.

"In case Zhuang Shaoxia comes back from Spirit Snake Swamp, if senior brother is not here..." Lu Ying hit the nail on the head.

Shen Fang managed to suppress the accumulated longing for Zhuang Li in the past few months, and when Lu Ying casually mentioned it, all of them hooked up, his mood suddenly became melancholy, and he glared at Lu Ying.And Qing Ai couldn't help laughing.

"Why don't you let me go?" Lu Ying begged coquettishly, "I've always wanted to do something for Miss Xiao."

Shen Fang suddenly remembered that in the past six months, she seemed to have completely forgotten about the elder brother.

"For you, it's better to be accompanied by Qing Ai." Shen Fang pondered slightly, looking at Qing Ai, "How?"

Qing Ai was startled, she didn't expect Shen Fang to be so forthright, "Lu Ying's safety... I will definitely protect her well."

Xiao Nianjin, who had been listening to everyone's conversation, smiled, "Seeing that you guys are discussing so enthusiastically and caring about Chicheng's matter so much, Xiao Mori will be very pleased to know, but ah, in the letter, she has already A set of plans has been drawn up, but it is very complicated, and two people may not be enough."

Lu Ying asked in surprise, "A plan?"

Shen Fang smiled wryly, "As expected of the Jiaotu of Shenwu Pavilion in the past."

"Indeed, I've seen her plan. It's thorough and cautious. If there are no accidents, it's a surefire way. It's not like you who decide who will go with a wave of your hand." She teased, "I really underestimated you." Chicheng in the East China Sea."

She looked at Shen Fang, "Xu Yiwei told you that day that you will never go back to the valley, just the two of them, and I guarantee that even the bones will be eaten."

Lu Ying tentatively asked, "...Master, is there a monster in that place?"

Xiao Nianjin nodded, with a strange excitement on her expression, it seemed that just mentioning that place, certain scenes made her excited.

It's not fear, it's not the fear of surviving a catastrophe, but excitement... Shen Xin couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart, and not only thought, could it be that people in Chicheng have more or less such a character?

Is it related to the blood in the body?

After returning from Wuxianglou, he confirmed Xu Yiwei's matter with Xiao Nianjin, and Xiao Nianjin said frankly that Xu Yiwei did get some way to delay aging in Chicheng at that time.The reason why Xu Yiwei wants to delay aging is precisely because the things he plotted lasted so long that he could not see the end.

His disappearance out of thin air proves that he is not talking nonsense, at least, he is indeed a monster that does not belong to this world - when the reconstruction of Shangqingguan is completed, Shen Fang will go to Guixuzi to talk about it.

"Xiao Moli specifically emphasized in the letter that if people outside of Chicheng want to pass through the valley of no return without making trouble, they need the help of a person with excellent lightness skills to do so."

"And I only know of one who has succeeded."

"Xu Yiwei." Shen Fang spat out the name.

"He is no longer here, and the only ones who can do it are his two apprentices." Xiao Nianjin smiled, "Besides, even if you successfully entered Chicheng, in addition to the secret activities, there must be someone to support and deal with you on the surface. As for the connection between Chicheng and the rest of Daliang, apart from marriage, there are only a few business contacts."

"So, we still need a group of people to enter Chicheng dignifiedly as merchants to negotiate with those families."

"Wuxianglou." Shen Fang and Qing Ai said at the same time.

"That's right, in her plan, this mission requires the cooperation of Yongxia Villa, Wuxianglou, and Yanzhishan."

"It's easy, Nangong Lingyun and Xiaofeng should still be together."

"Xiaofeng left Wuxiang Building not long ago." Qing Ai hesitated.

Before he could find out why Xiaofeng left, a young, panting disciple hurried into the front yard, and everyone immediately looked at that disciple.

Shen Fang quickly ran towards the disciple, bringing a gust of wind across the crowd.

He couldn't hide his excitement, "Why did you go up the mountain? Did you see that person? You didn't admit your mistake, are you sure you saw him? Is it really him?"

The disciple who ran from Xiaqi to the mountain villa bent over and gasped for breath, and only nodded frantically to Shen Fang's long list of questions.

Shen Fang's face suddenly had a silly smile, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but his eyes were full of surprise.Seeing his expression, the rest of the people immediately understood who the "that person" he was talking about was. Just as they were thinking that the candidate for going to Chicheng had already been found, they saw Shen Fang rushing outside, saying at the same time:

"If Zhuang Li agrees to go, I will go with me too. That's the deal!"

"Junior brother! The matter of going to Chicheng can still be discussed, you can't go down the mountain right now! If you are recognized, it will not only cause riots, but also cause misunderstandings..."

How could Shen Fang listen to him.Qing Ai chased all the way to the outside of the gate, only to see a white shadow that was already a hundred meters away, and shook her head helplessly.

"Forget it, let him go. It's rare in the world to be happy with each other, and it's even rarer to be together day and night. For Shen Fang, staying with that person for a while, even if it's just a stick of incense, an hour, is better than countless people in the world." Xiao Nianjin said softly, in her eyes as clear as water, there was a figure on the other side of the sky.

After finishing speaking, Xiao Nianjin turned around and walked towards the villa, only to see Lu Ying behind him thoughtful, as if she had made up her mind, her gentle face showed a firm and resolute expression, her eyes glistened like a man on Kunlun Mountain. The frost and snow that has not melted for thousands of years is clean and cold.

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The author has something to say: 30. This is not a good work no matter what. My original intention was to insist on finishing a [-] million-word story. I'm very happy~ It's a great feeling from the beginning to the end.

[-]. Welcome all kinds of criticism and suggestions.Thank you for your favorites and comments, really appreciate it.

[-]. I will devote myself to the creation of the second book as soon as possible, hoping that I can grow up as soon as possible. (just struggling to keep the traces of this identity creation, or to clear these and start over)