[Sword Three + Lu Xiaofeng] The Crane Returns to the Lonely Mountain

War

In the winter of the 14th year of Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty, An Lushan rebelled from Fanyang.

On the first day of the first month of the 15th year of Tianbao, An Lushan was called Emperor Dayan in Luoyang and changed to Yuan Shengwu.In May, the army of An Lushan approached the city of Chang'an.

Chang'an City is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, and all the people in the city who could escape have fled early. Even if there are still some old, weak, women and children who can't run far, the gates are already closed at this moment, and they can't move an inch. There was a sense of dead silence, but outside the gate of Chang'an City, it had already become a Shura field at this moment.

Ye Dange couldn't remember how long he had been fighting. The Spike Army had just killed a group, and a new group would rush up immediately, as if it was endless, and there was no end in sight, it was simply amazing... despair.The blood stains blurred the girl's exquisitely crafted yellow clothes and her good features. The hands holding the epee were almost numb. Every time she raised it, it seemed that she had exhausted all her remaining strength. After the epee, she didn't stop at all. One sword swung out, and immediately followed by the second and third sword... After one sword, there was the next sword, and the next sword, as if she was tireless at all. generally.The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and the blood splashed out with muffled noises. When it splashed on the girl's body, it immediately merged with the original bloodstain, making it impossible to tell the difference...

Warm blood splashed on the face again, and the sweat snaked down from the forehead and across the corners of the eyes. It was a little sour and a little spicy. The girl raised her eyes with some difficulty, and the whole field of vision was already scarlet.Ye Dange gritted his teeth, clenched the epee in his hand, swung the sword again, and took another fresh life in a short while.She doesn't know anything now, she only knows how to swing the sword, and then swing the sword——

Behind him is the capital Chang'an, the Tang Dynasty, and the unarmed compatriots!

She couldn't hesitate, stop, take a step back—not even half a step.

Datang, cannot perish!Never!

The Central Plains martial arts has probably never been so united. Even the Haoqi League and the Evil Man Valley have temporarily put aside their past grievances and grudges, and made the best of them-some people are constantly falling on the battlefield, and some are constantly struggling to stand up again. Get up, but soon fall down again, and then... never get up again.Ye Dange reached out and rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, wiping off the blood and sweat that blurred his vision, but the next moment his eyes were about to burst, his body movements were faster than his thoughts, almost before he had time to think, there was nothing He flew forward without hesitation——

The knife that should have pierced the man's chest from the vest pierced the girl's chest in an instant, and the blood spurted out, no different from every Spike soldier who died in her hands before - human life is inherently meaningless difference.

The man whose back was protected turned around, showing a face similar to that of a girl, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, but Ye Dange suddenly blocked his hand, held the epee and swung it again, stabbing straight at the girl. Into the heart of the person on the opposite side, then drew the sword, then the next sword, and then...but finally couldn't swing another sword again—the girl's figure swayed, and was immediately surrounded by men In my arms:

"Dan song!"

"Brother, as long as you...are fine." Ye Dange laughed, almost exhausting all the strength in his body to break away from his embrace, "Leave me alone and focus on killing the enemy. Your martial arts are better than mine, don't worry. Let me... die in vain. We are... the last line of defense, we cannot be defeated, the city... cannot be broken. If my brother... if he can go back alive, he must be filial to me... obey Master, please... do not forget."

"Dan song!"

"Leave me alone!" Ye Dange slapped his hand that was trying to hold him, and let himself fall heavily on the ground, shouting almost hoarsely, "Be careful behind you!"

The man was stunned, clenched the epee almost instinctively, turned around and swept it backwards——Ye Dange, who was lying on the ground, bent his mouth with some difficulty, and finally closed his eyes slowly, holding the epee His hand was still tightly grasped and did not let go.

The Spike Army has sufficient supplies and a large number of people. Although the martial arts in the Central Plains are full of masters, they are eventually outnumbered and gradually showing signs of defeat. In the early morning of June [-], Li Chengen, the commander of the Tiance Mansion and the British Duke, personally escorted the emperor to escape from Chang'an.At dusk of the next day, the city of Chang'an was broken, and all the soldiers who defended the city and the martial artists who came to help died in battle.

It was already summer, but Chang'an City was as chilly as severe winter.The ground outside the city was littered with corpses and pillows, and even the muddy ground seemed to have been dyed scarlet.

No one noticed that the yellow figure lying on the ground suddenly disappeared without a trace together with the sword in her hand.

……

During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, Feixian Island in the South China Sea, the City Lord's Mansion.

The man in white stood in the hall, looking at the subordinate kneeling in front of him expressionlessly, his eyes were so calm that there was no wave in his eyes:

"Ye Yuan."

"Report to the city lord," the man kneeling on the ground held up the object in his hands and raised it above his head respectfully: "This is the overseas cold iron that was rumored to be born a few days ago, and my subordinates have been ordered to fetch it."

The sight of the man in white finally began to fluctuate slightly, and his sight paused slightly on the piece of metal - there seemed to be a strange luster that was different from ordinary metal slowly flowing in the black, even though it was just a piece of rough metal, it was It seems to have the cold and sharp aura that you can only have with a weapon.

The man stretched out his hand and took the cold iron—the tentacles were heavy, carrying a bone-piercing chill.

The man's expression darkened a bit, and he put the cold iron on the table, with a hint of caution and solemnity in his movements, and then said lightly: "Get up." Then he stared at the table without saying a word The cold iron, the cold and indifferent face seemed to be slowly stained with a bit of temperature, but after a long time, it slowly faded away——

Although this is the first time I have seen this overseas cold iron, but one can tell it is extraordinary at a glance. It has not been tempered and cast so far. If it can be cast into a long sword, it will definitely be a sharp sword that cuts gold and cuts jade. ,only……

The man suddenly let out a long sigh, and his cold voice seemed to be tinged with regret: "Several famous swordsmiths in the world have passed away one after another in recent years."

No matter how ordinary ordinary iron is, in the hands of experts, it can become a magic weapon that blows hair and breaks hair; no matter how good a good material falls into the hands of ordinary people, it can only be used for nothing. .

This cold iron has been hard to find for a hundred years, but now that it is really born, no one can forge it into a sword. They can only seal it up and leave it to future generations who will appear... I don't know how many years later.

Knowing that a sharp sword will eventually appear in this world, but never seeing it—for a swordsman who focuses on the sword, how can it not be a great regret?

Ye Yuan, who had already receded into the shadows and was blocked from his figure, seemed to suddenly remember something. He raised his eyes to look at the man with regret in his eyes and focused on the cold iron on the table. He seemed to be hesitant for a moment. Finally, he finally made a decision, took a step forward, and knelt down on one knee:

"City Master, this time I left the island. I heard that since a year ago, a swordsmith in the south of the Yangtze River has forged several magical weapons one after another. He has become famous in the Jianghu and praised him. This subordinate thinks that he... may be worthy of this." appoint."

"Jiangnan?" The man in white paused slightly as he touched Han Tie's hand, and his indifferent and cold expression gradually became somewhat surprised.

"Yes," Ye Yuan nodded, "It is said that he casts swords in a hut by the West Lake in Hangzhou, and the name of the sword hut is - Tibetan Sword."

Hidden sword?The man in white frowned slightly, as if he wanted to search for something in his memory, but found nothing. After a long while, he suddenly withdrew his hand, turned and walked towards the inner room. His voice was still calm and chilly, but it seemed to be faintly Subtle expectations:

"Three days later, set off for Jiangnan."

……

The weather in July was extremely hot. Ye Dange got up early that day. After practicing the sword, he was drenched in sweat. He hurried back to the room, poured the hot water into the bathtub, and took off After taking off her clothes and soaking in the water, she felt refreshed all over, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and when she raised her eyes, she met the screen she placed in front of the tub to cover——

On it, from the pavilions and pavilions, to the plants and trees, and even to every blank space, it is clearly the Tibetan Sword Villa—the scenery is so familiar that it has almost been engraved into her bone marrow, but it is so strange that it seems like a lifetime ago .

The screen was painted by Ye Dange himself—the Ye family was originally a scholarly family. The old owner Ye Mengqiu failed the imperial examination, so he devoted himself to the rivers and lakes and built the Tibetan Sword Villa.As far as Ye Dange's master, Ye Ying, the current owner of Cangjian Villa, has only been passed down to the second generation.Fan Ye family disciples, apart from practicing swordsmanship and sword casting, they dare not slack off in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Ye Dange still couldn't understand why she was already dead after blocking that knife for her brother, why when she opened her eyes, she appeared by the West Lake again, and it was still...by the West Lake hundreds of years later.

At that time, the first thing she did was to look through the history books, and then burst into tears—that year, the city of Chang'an was finally broken.

Fortunately, after seven years, the Anshi Rebellion was finally put down, although the price paid was so painful that people dare not think about it.

The Ye family of Zangjian has always been rich. Although the world has changed over time, but fortunately gold and silver are things that will never expire. After crying, she wiped away her tears and bought a courtyard by the West Lake. Every day before the war was the same—practicing swords, casting swords, reading books, practicing calligraphy, drinking...

It's a pity that my elder brother and senior brothers used to drag me to drink together, but now there is no one to accompany me—Ye Dange looked at the screen and sighed, stood up to dry off the water on his body, and put on clean clothes , just after wiping her hair until it was seven to eight minutes dry, she heard a knock on the door from the door.Ye Dange put down the towel, straightened his hair casually, turned around and went out to open the door.

The author has something to say: Ahem...don't worry about the beginning or something, you guys know me, focus on silly, white, sweet and unshakable for 30 years!The whole process is warm and non-abuse, and Xiao Tian's writing is appropriate!Don't be fooled, you all know how happy Dange girl is!

Cough cough... Then what, with the lid on the pot, I will update it every other day for a few days (the update time is still at [-] pm), because there are really many things recently, and I have to find a job and contact my tutor to write a graduation thesis or something ... The senior four party can't afford to be injured, and my speed of typing is also slow. I am really too busy, and I will definitely resume the daily update in a few days!Those of you who have read the first two articles must know me well. Is there any hardworking and trustworthy daily watch party!

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