After being pulled up by the master

On the other side, Sun Yi and the others hurried on and finally arrived at Linyuan Qingbo City.

I saw a magnificent Qingjiang River rushing out from the depths of the mountains, stirring up dangerous shoals, extending to the tidal flats, spreading to the sky, where clouds and water blend together.In spring and summer, you can see Anzhi Tinglan, which is lush and green, and in autumn and winter, the trees are falling, and the wind is like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, which is quite shocking.

Crossing this river is Qingbo City, and the highest point in the city is the main hall of Linyuan - Zhiyang Hall.

Sun Yi stood at the ferry, looking at the tall hall in the distance, full of thoughts.

Just a few days, but like three autumns.

Sun Yi, on the other hand, was not sure about the coming bloody storm, so he could only move forward bravely with his own courage.

"Xiao Nian, can you walk alone in the future?"

"Yes, Master."

For some reason, Sun Yi suddenly recalled the back of his master when he sailed away by boat ten years ago.

The river and the sky were all the same color, and the moon-white and blue sword robe was swept into the surging river by the evening wind.

Sun Yi only recalled it for a moment, and then ordered his juniors to prepare to cross the river.

Outside Qingbo City, there is an enchantment of guarding the city, and it is not allowed to walk with the sword, and can only pass by the riverside ferry.The reason why Lin Yuan acted like this was because he was hit hard by the Demon City back then, and there were heavy casualties in the city. Therefore, the identity of everyone who entered and left Qingbo City was strictly checked, and the disciples in the sect were no exception.Under such a rigorous investigation, there are still undercover agents lurking in the capital, so it is no wonder that Sun Yi is restless.

"Eldest brother, we have already agreed with the boatman, shall we board the boat now?"

A younger brother ran over, but Sun Yi nodded and turned around.

At this moment, a white butterfly came lightly and landed on the plain carp on his shoulder. The young junior was very surprised and smiled: "Eldest senior brother, there is a butterfly on your shoulder!"

"Ok?"

Sun Yi tilted his head, but the butterfly flew up gently and got into his sleeve.

A little bit of spiritual energy circled his knuckles, quickly calmed down, condensed in the palm, and finally merged into his blood.

Sun Yi's heart skipped a beat, is it Xue Si?Master Xue?

"It's a pity that it flew away." The younger brother smiled, "I thought it wanted to cross the river with us."

"We will see you again if we are destined." Sun Yi also smiled and urged, "Let's go, the wind is strong at night and the boat is bumpy, and then we will have to suffer."

"it is good."

The other party nodded and boarded the boat side by side.

The boatman has been ferrying at the pier all year round, and he is very familiar with the waterways in this area, especially when he sees them wearing Linyuan sword robes, he always chats with them enthusiastically.Xu Shi was almost home, and the juniors chatted with him for a few words, and it soon became lively.But Sun Yi said that he was going to the bow of the ship to watch the wind, so he stood outside with his sword.

With the wind blowing on his face, Sun Yi found an old straw weaving swift from his pocket.

It's very small, only half the size of his palm, and the grass has faded away. At a glance, it is all decay and desolation.

This is the last swift that Xue Wendi left for him.

"Xiao Nian, if you have something to do in the future, use this swift to find me."

Ten years ago, Xue Wendi left him in Linyuan and gave him the swallow.

"I have performed a spell, and no one will find it. You can rest assured that it will be sent to me, and I will come when I receive it."

At that time, Xue Wendi was going to go to Cangzhou to join up with the Righteous Path Alliance over there to encircle and suppress the right side of the Demon City. He was young and his cultivation level was still inexperienced, so he couldn't go with him, and the two had a brief farewell.

Sun Yi still remembers that it was a summer afternoon with heavy rain, Xue Wendi was standing under the eaves and talking to him.Rainwater rolled down the edge of the bamboo hat like beads, forming water lines, hitting his feet, splashing countless muddy water.

The wind and rain were so severe that day that he was so miserable that he couldn't speak. Sun Yi, who was 14 years old, thought that Xue Wendi would never come back.

That smiling face was hidden in the bamboo hat under the dense clouds. Until now, Sun Yi couldn't clearly recall Xue Wendi's expression that day.

But now, he had to do something.

Facing the mighty river, Sun Yi held the swift in his palm, murmured in a low voice, then let go of his five fingers, and saw it go away with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles, to Suihan Peak.

"Valley Master Xue, if it were you, you would definitely be the one who can walk side by side with Big Brother Xue on a rainy night."

No, you must, be able to protect him.

Sun Yi's eyes darkened. He didn't remember Xue Wendi's expression in the rain that day, but he remembered very deeply that the summer rain that year was extraordinarily heavy, majestic and turbulent, and lasted for several days.

A few days later, Xue Wendi carried an injured man back from the rain.

After that, his big brother Xue died and the lights went out, and that man also disappeared.

Sun Yi always believed that that person had something to do with Xue Wendi's death, and he had to let Xue Si know about it, even if it was possible, it would make Xue Wendi sad.

With Qingbo City close in sight, Sun Yi took a deep breath, turned around and entered the boat.

The swift flew and flew until it entered the magnificent mountain gate of Changning Sword School, found a familiar aura, and landed in front of the window of the bamboo house.

But Xue Si's master and apprentice were not in the house, but at the sword teaching platform.

The sword-granting platform, as the name suggests, is the place where swords are awarded.Generally, the self-proclaimed orthodox Qingliu sect will carry out complicated preparations before the sword-giving ceremony, but Xue Si is different. He doesn't like these red tapes, and they all withdraw them, leaving only Xue Wendi as a witness, and a tripod is set up in the center of the stage. The stove, plugged in three sticks of incense, and announced the start of the sword giving.Fu Ji and the others standing in the audience were a little dazed by this vigorous and resolute style of action. Is this really the master they can drink tea for a whole day?

"Everyone performed well this time, and I will award you with swords."

Xue Si said little, and he didn't even explain to Fu Ji and the others why he chose to give the sword at this time, let alone the details. Remember what you did today.

"Wuying, come forward."

Xue Si called out, and Fu Ji stepped forward two steps in response.

I saw Xue Wendi walking in front of him holding a red sandalwood box, opening it with one hand, and a famous sword of Qinghui Zhuoju leaped in front of his eyes.

"This sword is about three feet eight inches long, weighs about two catties and one tael, covered with ripples and water patterns, blue stones as eyes, the sword's sound is like water hitting fluorite, and it makes a lingling sound. It is called Dubo."

After Xue Si finished speaking, he took Dubo out and solemnly handed it over to Fu Ji, and said meaningfully, "Wuying, you have a pure heart. As a teacher, I hope that you can keep your heart no matter what situation you are in, and go through all the calamities. All grudges paid."

"Yes, Master."

Although Fu Ji felt that the sword was heavy, and the responsibility on his shoulders seemed to be a little bit more, he was still very happy in his heart. The satisfaction of being entrusted and trusted by the master made him happy.

"Layers."

Xue Si called Shi Wei again.

The other party was not so happy, but rather timid: "Master, I have it too? I don't think I have made any special contribution to everyone."

"In the tide of corpses, it is not easy for you to break through the siege and cultivate sword energy."

Xue Si explained, Fu Ji smiled: "Then the golden light I saw is really the sword energy of the third junior brother?"

"Ah."

Xue Si nodded, and Xue Wendi opened another sword box.

Compared with Du Bo, the sword in the box is condensed, and it has a more sharp and sharp momentum.

"This sword is about three feet six inches long, and weighs one catty seven liang. It has a sharp edge, and the sword breaks evil. It is named Poye."

Xue Si looked at Shi Wei calmly, but the other party hesitated to speak, as if he was carefully hiding his own thoughts, but also seemed unable to restrain his eager curiosity.

But in the end, he still didn't say a word, took the sword, and stood behind Fu Ji.

"As for you two." Xue Si paused, looked at Cao Ruoyu and Zhang He, "Let's talk about it another day."

"Ah? Master, don't we both have one?" Cao Ruoyu looked at him eagerly, "There is no credit, but hard work."

Xue Si did not agree, but told them that Xue Wendi would be responsible for teaching the way of swordsmanship from now on, and then went back after speaking.

Fu Ji hurriedly sneaked to Xue Wendi's side, and asked eagerly, "Senior brother, do you want to compete? See you at the training ground?"

The other party took a deep breath, feeling deeply that it is not easy to raise a child, and smiled: "Okay, but you have to wait for me, I will go back and fetch Hengyan."

After returning to Suihan Peak, Xue Wendi gave his beloved sword a big cleaning. Now Hengyan is still hanging alone in the yard, exposed to the wind and sun.As the sword master, Xue Wendi's last bit of conscience is probably now.

Fu Ji nodded: "Okay, big brother, I'll wait for you at the school training ground."

"Ah."

Xue Wendi responded and left.

Cao Ruoyu felt quite helpless: "Second senior brother, if one day you become stupid in sword practice, how can I save you?"

"That's not something you should think about."

Shi Wei responded, hooking Fu Ji's shoulder uncharacteristically, "Come on, I'll practice with you for a few rounds."

"what?"

Cao Ruoyu was so shocked that he didn't even close his mouth, "Senior brother, are you also stupid?"

"Are you looking for a fight?"

Shi Wei turned around and glared at him, Cao Ruoyu chased after him: "Boring is boring, I'm going to see your new sword."

"Okay."

A few people left in a row.

Xue Wendi rushed to the bamboo house, and found Xue Si standing in front of the window, holding something in his hand, but when he got closer, he found that the breath was a little familiar, and when he got closer, he could see the swift in the other's palm.

"Didn't I give this to Xiaonian?" Xue Wendi rubbed his chin and looked at it carefully, "Is this kid still kept? Is he going to tell me I'm safe?"

"You have a pretty good memory." Xue Siwan said, "But this one is not for you, it's for me."

"Huh?" Xue Wendi was surprised, "How did he send you the letter?"

"I haven't heard it yet, do you want to listen to it together?"

Xue Si asked him, Xue Wendi came in from the window immediately, and Xue Si forced him to take two steps back. The other party had no choice but to ask, "Can I invite my hero Xue to come in next time?"

"It's too late to leave the door, your Daxia Xue is busy taking care of the children." Xue Wendi hugged him, tilted his head, and lay on his shoulders, "Hurry up, I'm going to practice swordsmanship with my teachers after listening."

Xue Si smiled: "Okay."

At the end, he suddenly tilted his head, and leaned against Xue Wendi, complaining, "Audacious."

"Be bold and do whatever you want."

"Huh? Let's not take this as an example."

"Oh."

Xue Wendi put it away when he saw it was good, hugged it a little more tightly, and began to listen to Sun Yize's letter.

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