Sword net three love thread peeling cocoon

Chuanyue is a fine horse that is rare to see in a hundred years. The year Huo Qingyun met it, it was already an adult horse.Such wild horses are notoriously the toughest to tame - if you're lucky enough to catch one.

To be honest, most of the reason why Huo Qingyun followed Yu Qingcheng to Black Dragon Marsh was because he heard that the horse was found nearby.

Chuanyue's fur is pure white, and there are a few bright silver patterns like auspicious clouds on his body. The whole horse is bathed in the moonlight, with its head held high, looking like a proud emperor.

Huo Qingyun felt that it lifted its front hooves, and it was able to fly straight into the sky, stepping through heavy clouds and mist, and passing through the clear and transparent moon.

"Well, let's call it Moon Piercing." Huo Qingyun hid in the grass, showing the expression of a wolf that was looking for food and suddenly found a fat flock of sheep.

Yu Qingcheng squatted beside him and gave him a blank look: "Go ahead and dream, it's no wonder you can ride it."

As a result, the next day, he was blinded by Huo Qingyun's complacent expression on his new horse.

"When are you going to Candle Dragon Hall?" Huo Qingyun jumped off the horse with a smile, and patted the shiny white fur of her own horse very affectionately.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Ye Zhanmei yelled and rushed over, circling around Chuanyue.

"Tch, I wanted to rush in." Yu Qingcheng glanced at him resentfully, "Who knows what those monks are thinking."

Huo Qingyun smugly ignored his words, and said to Ye Zhan, whose eyes were about to burst into stars, "I can't do it now, when I get to know it better, I can take you to ride with it."

"Great! Let's go out and take it for a run." Ye Zhanmei cheered, forgetting the purpose of coming here.

In the middle of the night in Tiance Mansion, the orderly footsteps of patrol soldiers resounded forcefully from every corner.

Huo Qingyun picked up the map with one hand and looked at the light. The ink on it had basically dried up, so she rolled up the map little by little and put it aside.

Ye Zhanmei leaned against him and slept without image at all, snoring slightly, the saliva dripped onto his clothes, turning into a small water stain.

Huo Qingyun scratched his nose amusedly: "If you're so tired, do you still have to stay here?"

Ye Zhan frowned and frowned, seemingly dissatisfied, and muttered something vaguely.

Huo Qingyun threw the brush into the bamboo tube filled with clear water, simply cleaned up the table, blew out the candle, then carefully pulled out his right arm that was a little numb from the pressure, and picked up the sleeping person.

He gently kicked open the door of the study with his toes. The guards on duty at the door immediately raised their chests and raised their heads to salute when he came out, but he stopped him with his eyes.

Huo Qingyun carried her all the way back to the bedroom without lighting the lamp, and put her on the bed by the dim moonlight coming in from the window sills.

Ye Zhanmei vaguely felt that someone had untied his belt, opened half of his eyelids to look, then continued to lean on him as if he had no bones, and opened his arms cooperatively, asking him to take off his coat .

Huo Qingyun couldn't help laughing at his enjoyment, and took off his shoes and socks for him, then laid him flat on the bed, pulled the quilt next to him to cover him, and gently covered his eyes with his palm: " Go to sleep, my young master."

Ye Zhanmei didn't know if he heard it or not, but after a while his head touched the pillow, he snored again.

Huo Qingyun was holding his clothes and was about to take them to one side and hang them up. With a movement of his hand, he suddenly touched a long and thin object. He turned it out and took a look. It turned out to be the broken sword that he usually hung around his waist.

The time that this thing has been with Ye Zhanmei is probably longer than any sword he has ever used.This is the first time the two of them traveled together, they got it on the snow mountain near Chunyang Palace.

For Huo Qingyun, she has basically never experienced the so-called "young and energetic".

His master and grandfather were both restrained and strict people, but they were surprisingly tolerant and peaceful towards their comrades-in-arms.He was raised by these two people from a young age, which made his temperament exactly the same as the two old people.

If his mother hadn't adopted Yu Qingcheng who could animate the dead, he would probably be able to keep the record of not getting angry with others for 20 years.

Relatively speaking, Ye Zhanmei is probably... until now still in the "young and vigorous" stage.

Now he looks like a tall, handsome and handsome son of an aristocratic family, who knows how to listen to others humbly and how to respond gracefully.But Huo Qingyun knew very well that at his core, he was still the little boy who was on the Kongwu Peak ten years ago. When he encountered something unpleasant, he would go up without saying a word.

How could a group of tall rogues put such a small boy in their eyes, and randomly sent someone laughing and raised a big knife to meet the enemy, but was smashed by the fierce epee in the boy's hand.

The rogues put away their smiles and dared not underestimate the enemy any longer. They only listened to the leader's order and rushed forward, intending to capture the boy alive and teach him a lesson.

But after the leader gave this order, he was unable to issue a second order—a cold arrow was shot from nowhere and hit his face, and he fell to the ground screaming and rolling over.

The few people in the lead saw the sudden change behind them, but their expressions became more fierce, and they combined to surround and rushed towards the young man holding the epee. Passing in front of him, he pushed all the people behind the boy away.

With a flick of the gun in Huo Qingyun's hand, several people's weapons were directly thrown away, and he drew out the bow and arrow again, and accurately shot the back knee of the rogue who was about to escape, and the man knelt on the ground as soon as his legs bent.

Ye Zhanmei bared his teeth at the people who were lying on the ground in a blink of an eye: "I told you to bully the weak! Leave everything to me!"

Huo Qingyun jumped off the horse and helped up the old man who had just been robbed by the bandits and was sitting on the ground: "This old man, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man stood up and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you so much, the future is awesome."

The old man brought a lot of things to thank the two of them, but they were rejected one by one, so they left the two of them to drink a cup of hot tea.During the conversation, they learned that the old man was a practicing disciple in Chunyang Palace when he was young, and later he could no longer practice swords because of an injury, so he lived in seclusion here to guard this mountain peak.

"When I was young, I was skillful." The old man smiled, and took out a broken sword, "Look, this sword was dropped in a hurry when I fought off the Japanese pirates who invaded my palace. Can you see any clues?"

"The handle of the sword is outdated, but the scabbard is quite new." Ye Zhanmei took it over and looked at it.

"Exactly." The old man said, "This sword was cut off when I was fighting with me. I picked it up later, but unfortunately its edge was destroyed, so I cast a scabbard to match it. The pattern and pattern are the best in the world. It is said to be unique and cannot be imitated.”

Huo Qingyun asked: "Why do you say it cannot be imitated?"

The old man paused, and said: "The method of making the scabbard is handed down from my family. Even if you look around the rivers and lakes, few people know the casting method of the scabbard of the broken sword, let alone such a precise pattern design. However, since my Right hand..." He shook his right sleeve, and both of them were shocked: they thought he was only left-handed, so he kept his right hand hidden in the sleeve, but who would have thought that his right wrist had already been broken? up!

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "Since I lost my hand, no one has been able to cast such a scabbard. Besides, since my beloved son died and my wife was murdered, I also made up my mind to pass on this scabbard to my family." Fa followed me into the ground."

The two were silent for a while when they heard the words, and the atmosphere in the room seemed dull.

The old man immediately said again: "Forget it, there is no need to mention these old things. Young master, I think you like this sword quite a lot. Today we have a destiny, why don't I give it to you, it can be regarded as an old man's kindness."

Ye Zhanmei looked at the broken sword in his hand, and suddenly said: "Grandpa, what do the words engraved here mean?"

Huo Qingyun heard the words and leaned over to look, only to see the word "Qing" carved in seal characters on the scabbard.

The old man said: "This is the name of my deceased wife. In order to commemorate her, I named this thing Qing and engraved it on it."

Huo Qingyun said: "Coincidentally, I also have this word in my name."

The old man froze for a moment, and was about to speak, when Ye Zhan slapped two ingots of silver on the table, and said loudly, "I can't take your things for nothing, I bought it! We still have something to do, old man, see you again if we are destined ah!"

After finishing speaking, he dragged Huo Qingyun out of the house in a hurry, as if there was something urgent to do.

Huo Qingyun originally thought that this gadget would be the same as many toys in Ye Zhanmei's hands. After a few days of novelty, he didn't know where to throw it. Who would have thought that after a year, two, or ten years, he would still wear it as always? at the waist.

The young master who came out of Hidden Sword Villa, what kind of things are not the best, and what novelties have never been seen before.

Although it looks exquisite, it is just a broken sword with a useless hilt, not to mention that the blade has already rusted, and even the corners of the scabbard have been worn out of shape.Why does such an overly ordinary thing make him love it so much?

Whenever he asked Ye Zhanmei why he was wearing such a thing all the time, Ye Zhanmei always said: "Didn't the old man say that it is... unique." It is unique and unparalleled in the world.

However, there are many unique things in the world.

Every person, every flower, every mountain, every river, they are unique.

Are all unparalleled things worthy of being cherished like this?

When Yu Qingcheng saw that person outside the Candle Dragon Hall, he felt his heartbeat stop.

Although it was very short, he was very sure that it did stop for that...a little while.

It was neither because of Wu Xin's blood-stained cassock, nor the sharp knife across his neck.

It's because of his calm eyes, passing through the crowd, through the dense jungle of Black Dragon Marsh, through the spring water flowing continuously under the sun, through life and death-his eyes never stop for a moment on any earthly things, it seems It's a pair of eyes that don't belong to this world, and Yu Qingcheng will feel that she is extremely weak when looked at by such eyes.

He shouldn't feel weak.He is feared by many people and admired by many people. He is the devil king who escaped from Qixiufang.For the first time in his life, he felt humbled when he was in the Daxiong Palace in the middle of the night. He was illuminated by this pair of eyes that could penetrate all things in the world.

However, he is obviously just an ordinary person.

And Wu Xin is just an ordinary person.Every ordinary person has something to fear and yearn for...Why, he has nothing?

Why is there nothing in his eyes.Yu Qingcheng couldn't understand it.

Chuan Yuechang hissed, and rushed out first.Huo Qingyun's dragon arrow technique accurately knocked down the sharp knife lying in front of Wu Xin, and a long sword shining with silver light followed, piercing the arm of the believer closest to Wu Xin.

The Shaolin disciples rushed forward, and the two sides fought for a while.

Ye Zhanmei's two swords made the clouds and water flow, and with the mighty force, he forced back several enemies who were about to sneak into the rear of the team to attack, but at this moment, a long knife with a curved and strange shape stabbed at his back. Back, the attacker was secretly happy, but the knife was blocked an inch away from Ye Zhan's eyebrows.

This thing that appeared strangely on his sneak attack route at some time turned out to be a weak-looking oil-paper umbrella.

"Hey, little brother." Yu Qingcheng put one hand behind her back, swung the paper fan, and swung a long knife towards Huo Qingyun.His fingertips holding the paper umbrella were slightly raised, as if he just happened to hold out such an umbrella when he was strolling in the courtyard after the rain, "It's not good to be so despicable."

After he said this in a pleasant voice, he raised his foot and kicked the attacker hard.

Wu Xin took a Zen stick thrown by his fellow disciple. Both of his wrists were injured, but his movements of holding the weapon were extremely stable. With the tip of the stick, he repelled the Tianyi disciples in front of him, and his feet were light. Move, dodge and move a few steps, and get out of the battle.

Yu Qingcheng stepped on the head of a believer with her toes, and her clothes were flying, and she landed in front of Wuxin.

"Holy Monk, you..." Yu Qingcheng hesitated to speak, and when he was thinking about what to say, Wu Xin vomited out a mouthful of blood.He was startled, and hurried forward to help, but before Wu Xin opened his mouth, he fell straight down.

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