The long love of the ancient sword

The work and rest time of the ancients is generally very regular. Although Tianyong City is relatively loose and does not have strict daily living hours such as morning rise and lights-off, there are rigid rules for the three classes in the morning, afternoon and evening every day, which is equivalent to invisibly adjusting the work and rest time. limit.

At least Chang Yi felt that her own modern work and rest habits and the free and undisciplined habits developed in Wumeng Linggu had been corrected in the three years in Tianyong City.

After the morning class, the faint sound of the piano came from above the sword tower.

The sound of the piano is euphemistic and continuous at the beginning, like a mountain spring meandering from a deep valley, flowing slowly in the heart, as if the whole body and mind have been washed by the clear stream.Suddenly, the melody changed, and the originally quietly flowing mountain spring seemed to pass through a steep hillside. The spring water hit the rocks and made a pleasant sound of ding-ding-dong-dong, just like a group of elves running happily in the mountain stream...

Chang Yi was sitting in front of the piano table, plucking the seven strings with his slender fingers, his half-closed eyes revealed a sense of peace and ease.

The song is over.

Chang Yi let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and watched carefully.

The fingers, like white jade, slightly reflect the luster under the sunlight, and the healthy rosy color can be faintly seen under the delicate jade-like skin. The fingertips of each finger are covered with a layer of soft Pearl powder luster... the real fragrance of delicate hands.

It is completely unimaginable that a few years ago, every fingertip of these hands was cut by the strings and blood was dripping, which made a girl who was just learning the piano art so painful that she could not stop crying, but she had to endure the pain under the guidance of her strict father The scene when I was immersed in practicing the piano.

What was she thinking at that time?

Although for the sake of her father's expectation and the inheritance of Wumeng Linggu sacrificial musicians, Chang Yi didn't play the modern rebellious spirit and directly slammed the piano and studied hard, but she was always a little unwilling or even unwilling. like……

The specific form of hidden expression is to masturbate in her heart when she is free. In the future, when she finds and teaches her disciples to inherit the mantle, she will never play the piano and never touch the strings.

But when time passed and looked back at the past, I found that these "pride and ambition" when I was young were so childish and innocent, so... simple and happy.

After Chu Huai left, Chang Yi spontaneously played the piano day after day.

When she gently plucks the strings, she will think of her father's kindness when he taught her, and also think of her father's stern but expectant eyes when she was afraid of suffering and pain and wanted to give up halfway; The piano sound of the Pu Shan Mantra can slightly relieve his violent mood affected by the evil spirit...

Over the past few years, the reluctance of the year and the piano sound forced by the situation have gradually become a habit of her life, and she can no longer abandon it.

Chang Yi stood up with the Dasheng Yiyinqin in his arms, looking at the distant mountain peaks that were vaguely shrouded in layers of twilight, a restrained and cold face suddenly flashed in his mind.

I don't know what kind of scenery he sees when he stands here every morning?Is it the hope of watching the rising sun, or the magnificence of the sea of ​​clouds being dyed with thousands of golden lights?Or just nostalgic, the heroic swordsman's state of mind when Yu Jian flew in the clouds?

"Chang Yi...Sister Chang Yi!"

The girl Fuqu's deliberately suppressed but excited voice interrupted Chang Yi's thoughts.

It seems that something interesting happened again.

"Eldest brother... Elder brother wants to compete with senior brother Tu Su!"

The carelessness and interest in Chang Yi's eyes disappeared in an instant.

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Chang Yi dazedly wanted to open his eyes, but under the stimulation of strong light, he only opened a crack and closed them reflexively.

what happened?

Chang Yi moved her lips to speak, but immediately felt her throat burning like fire, and her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak.She wanted to get up, but there were bursts of sharp pain from nowhere, which made her feel weak.

But she was really thirsty... She couldn't help licking her chapped lips with her tongue.

Gently supporting Chang Yili's body with one hand, she stood up slightly and raised her head carefully, and then carefully fed a tablespoon of water to her lips.

As if a long drought meets sweet rain, Chang Yi drank without opening her mouth at all, even though she still couldn't open her eyes, the cool cloud fragrance lingering in her nose gave her the greatest trust.

The rhythm of her drinking was unrestrained. If the person who fed her hadn't insisted on feeding her slowly, tablespoon by tablespoon, maybe she would have died of choking instead of thirst.

Chang Yi fell asleep almost immediately after drinking the water, her body was too weak.

Waking up in a daze, Chang Yi kept repeating this process.

When she finally regained consciousness and recognized someone, Fang Yi opened his eyes, and the purpose of entering was his senior brother Zi Yin sitting beside the bed and feeling her pulse.

She blinked: "Brother?"

Ziyin just focused on her pulse and didn't answer, she let go of her hand after a while, her sharp eyes looked at Chang Yi calmly: "Do you remember what happened?"

"I……"

The body bounced unconsciously, followed by bursts of pain from his left arm and both hands, which almost didn't make Chang Yi, who was still not sober, take his breath away again.

A ray of gentle breath spread into the body from the right hand, gradually calming down the raging pain in the body.

Gently press Chang Yi's right shoulder with one hand to prevent Chang Yi's body from vibrating naturally due to pain.She raised her head, and unexpectedly looked at Shang Ziyin with a concerned look.

"Junior Sister, the evil spirit in your body has not healed the wound, so don't get up."

Evil spirit?Why is there evil spirit in her body?That's not Tusu...

Chang Yi was stunned for a while, and finally remembered the whole story.

That day, after she and Fu Que rushed to the valley of Lingyue and Tusubiwu, the two had already started.No one watched the sword competition, because Ziyin did not allow Tu Su to compete with anyone, so they specially picked a remote valley in Tianyong City, so as long as there was not much movement, no one would know about it after the competition .

It's good that Ziyin has become a fairy and has a strong divine sense, but it's not so boring to scan the whole sect with divine sense every day, isn't it?

Chang Yi didn't know the reason why Zi Yin forbade Tu Su to compete with others in private, and she didn't ask if Zi Yin didn't take the initiative to say it clearly - it was because of her trust in this senior brother.It is precisely because of the unknown reason that even though Chang Yi knew that Ling Yue and Tu Su's actions violated the order of the teacher, she did not stop them immediately - after all, she was also curious, and she also wanted to see the only one under Ziyin's sect. The swordsmanship of the two disciples is comparable.

This is also the reason why the little girl Fuqu came to her.The girls in the blooming season have the same thoughts, and besides, if they bring Chang Yi, a senior elder sister who is aloof, if something happens, there will be a tall person who will stand up for it, right?

So don't look at the little girl Fuqu who is bluffing on weekdays, she is also very smart!

Originally, the competition between Lingyue and Tusu was very normal.

Lingyue's talent is not as good as Tu Su's, because he has a lot of experience in perseverance and hard work;

But as the time of the sword competition prolongs, Ling Yue's advantages of being older and more experienced in the competition are highlighted. In addition, his physical strength at this age is obviously stronger than Tu Su's current small body...Tu Su's defeat gradually became obvious. , the left branch and the right are so clumsy that it seems powerless, the fundus of the eyes is dyed red unwilling to admit defeat, the breath is tightly disordered, and the Xiaohe sword in the hand is getting tighter and tighter...

Chang Yi and Fu Qu, who were watching the battle, the little girl Fu Qu had been introduced for a short time and she couldn't see anything, but Chang Yi gradually realized that something was wrong—how does Tu Su look like when the evil spirit of the new moon started to attack?

Today is not a new moon, it is still broad daylight!

With only Chang Yi's hesitation, Tu Su smashed the Xiaohe sword in his hand with only one hand, pulled out Fen Ji, who never left his body and never unsheathed, and rushed towards Ling Yue who was opposite him .

His eyes were already stained with blood, and every move was a deadly move.

The little girl Fuqu was too shocked to speak.

Chang Yi pushed the little girl: "Quickly inform the senior brother! Hurry up!"

Fu Que stumbled and rushed out with Yu Jian.

It doesn't take much time for Yujian to find Ziyin. The question is whether Ling Yue can last until Ziyin arrives - when Tu Su's evil spirit erupts, the lethality is almost ten times higher.

Ever since Tu Su's evil spirit began to flare up, Ling Yue was in a position of being pressed and beaten, yes, being pressed and beaten, and he had no power to fight back at all.

Let Chang Yi hold his precious Aiqin at the side and watch it trembling. In this state, Tu Su's playing the Pure Heart and Universal Mantra will not work at all-it will only be useful when people can still listen to it.

The best result is to wait for her almighty senior brother Ziyin to come and stop her in person. No matter how strong Tu Su is and cheats, with Ziyin's absolute strength, he can only be caught without a fight.

It's just that the plan can't keep up with the changes.

Seeing that Tu Su stabbed Ling Yue who had just cut off his long sword and had no power to resist... If Ling Yue was hit hard by this sword, he would be disabled at the ninth level even if he didn't die!

Chang Yi's memory was faulted when she threw down the great sage's last voice she was holding tightly in her hand, and drew her sword to stop Tu Su who was slashing with a sword, followed by the black and red Fen Ji sword light...

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Thinking of this, Chang Yi immediately asked:

"Where is Tu Su? How is Ling Yue injured?"

Seeing that Chang Yi's pain had eased, Zi Yin let go of the right hand that conveyed her immortal energy, her snow-white eyebrows frowned slightly and then let go.

Just now when their skins touched each other, the girl's body temperature was still a bit cold...

"Brother..."

Chang Yi tilted her head up anxiously, but Xiumei frowned.She intuitively felt that the sword wound did not hurt the vitals this time, but for some reason, the pain of this injury was far more severe than any previous one.

Zi Yin's right hand pressed Chang Yi's shoulder again to prevent her from making bigger movements.

"Lingyue woke up a day ago." Ziyin remained silent for a moment before opening his mouth. "Fen Ji stabbed Lingyue under the full force of his junior sister, but only scratched his right shoulder, so there is no serious problem."

"As for Tu Su, I have ordered him to spend a month on the cliff face."

The ice and snow coldness of Kunlun for thousands of years gradually spread from Zi Yin's whole body.

"The left arm is pierced by the Fenji sword energy, and the hands without any protection are holding the Fenji sword empty-handed..."

Ziyin's already cold face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. Under the rage, his smoky eyes were like ice and snow in the distant mountains, and the extremely cold place contained a shrill clarity.

"It's just nonsense!"

Even if this daring little junior sister doesn't know the name of Fen Ji, how can she bet on facing Yingying's three-foot Qingfeng with bare hands?Not to mention, this is the hand that a swordsman regards as life, and she also has a piano skill that is no less than swordsmanship.

"Senior brother, please tell me the truth." Zi Yin's pupils tightened suddenly, "I am Tu Su's sister, and I have the right."

The girl's chin was raised slightly and she looked straight at him without any scruples, her silent and persistent look lit up from her black pupils, even against the bright sunshine, it was still as dazzling as glass.

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