Longevity: The Flawless Dream

Perhaps it is the sequelae of blasphemy, and of course, it is also possible that something called "Fate" deliberately manipulated it. After this oolong and slightly embarrassing encounter, within half a day, the two were in the same room again. We met unexpectedly by the side of the teahouse.

Feng Chan with a sword: "..."

Lian Wuxia: "..."

"I'll get some wine." Yijian Fengchan couldn't bear the weird atmosphere, and spoke first.

"I'm here to buy sugar." Lian Wuxia wrote.

Then the two stopped talking.During the stalemate, the wine that Yijian Fengchan wanted came, and the fine sugar that Lian Wuxia wanted was wrapped and delivered.Lian Wuxia bid farewell, and flew away with a paper bag in his pocket.

Even if it is a fate, a fate so embarrassing that people can't avoid it, it must be a bad fate.However, the fact is that no matter whether it is a good fate or a bad fate, as long as it is fate, it is destined to be inexplicable like the mantra of the Buddhist monk Buddha Sword Master. Since then, the two will always meet unexpectedly from time to time, even if every time they meet They all nodded to show that they didn't ignore each other, then stiffened their necks and walked on both sides of the road, but next time they would always see each other not far away with a look of astonishment.

It's really embarrassing, the embarrassment of capitalizing Youlong in heavy ink and heavy color pen.

The last reunion was in Guyunkeng Lianxie Cave.Yijian Fengchan came towards the twilight of the setting sun, and every step he took was unable to step out of the overflowing gust of wind, so as to throw the evil refining cave upside down.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come. In fact, Yijian Fengchan is here to find fault.

Yijian Fengchan has been carrying a sword called Killing Commandment with him since he can remember. Its power, appearance and style are all top-notch, and it is a well-deserved magic weapon.It's a pity that there is no perfect thing in the world. This sword is good in everything, except for one flaw. With the use of time, the brilliance of the sword's edge gradually fades, and the abundant holy energy contained in it is also lost bit by bit.The speed of this degradation is extremely slow, but if things go on like this, sooner or later, this former magical weapon will be reduced to a piece of genuine scrap iron.Yijian Fengchan loves Shajie like his life, so he is naturally worried all the time.

Just ten years ago, he heard that there lived a hermit master in the ancient Yunkeng of the Northern Territory. His name was Lianxie, and he was good at casting sword scabbards. , The power of power can be called unpredictable.Yijian Fengchan came to visit immediately, paid a lot of money, and begged the evil master to cast a sheath for the killing command.At that time, the evil master couldn't move his eyes when he saw Sha Jie, so he generously agreed to the request.Unexpectedly, the scabbard was there, and the problem of killing the sacred energy was solved. The problem was that when Yijian Fengchan once again made a lonely branch with someone, he realized that... the sword could not be pulled out.

Fortunately, the opponent was too weak that time, even if he swung the scabbard together, he still beat him to the ground.Although life is safe, but when Yi Jian Feng Chan came to the door to find an explanation from the evil master, the other party's attitude was even tougher than that of the suffering master, with the expression "I just locked your sword, what can you do with this old man" all over his face? If you are capable, you can untie it, untie it, untie it, hahaha, you just can’t untie it” taunting.

Who is more bachelor than?Very good, this beam is concluded.

Do you think I am evil enough to untie the scabbard?The battle between the swordsman and the scabbard caster is naturally won by force alone. Therefore, even without killing the sword and sealing the Zen, he can beat the evil master to the ground, and firmly suppress the anger in his heart, and decide Untie the scabbard first, and wait for him to free his beloved sword...

Evil Alchemist, have you figured out how to die?

The anger grew stronger and stronger with the replay of the scenes of the memories. A sword pierced through the air, and a sword sealed the Zen body with the sword. Countless barriers came roaring. between the eyebrows of the teacher.Although the latter is a grand master who is deeply immersed in the way of casting and smelting, his martial arts attainments are only second-rate. Under this sword, he must have no chance of life.

However, there are always surprises in everything.At the critical moment, an impregnable black wall fell from the sky, blocking the gap between Jianfeng and the evil spirit master.The edge of the sword is soft and brittle, even if it is an immortal soldier, it would be a waste of money to try to pierce gold, stone, brick and tile with the sharpest edge of the sword.Yijian Feng Chan cherished the precept of killing, and immediately condensed his wrist, and firmly held it at a part of the black wall.When you look closely, the black wall is a strangely broad epee, about one person tall, with black iron as the sheath, and it looks extraordinarily thick in black.

When his life was hanging by a thread, he narrowly saved his head, but the evil alchemist was not at all lucky to survive the catastrophe. Instead, he broke down and shouted: "Old man once again, this is a sword, it is a sword! It is not a door, a brick, an axe! With you! Do you use a sword like that? Do you still have a trace of the awareness of a swordsman!"

The tense atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and then there were faint clouds and mist surging around, gently condensing the elegant handwriting: "Sorry."

This scene is surprisingly familiar.

Yijian Fengchan frowned, and as expected, he saw Lian Wuxia quietly turning out from behind as if he had seen a ghost. There was a trace of shame in Youling's eyes, and he looked at the evil master apologetically.At that time, the situation was urgent, Chisu Danqing couldn't stop her, and if she greeted with palm air, it would inevitably cause too much movement and hurt the person coming, so she was too anxious to think about it, so she just grabbed the Tiantao sword and threw it away with the scabbard past.

"I shouldn't have agreed to give you this kind of scabbard made of half a bucket of water!" The evil master said angrily, and he also knew in his heart that Lian Wuxia just wanted to save his life.All his life, he was obsessed with making scabbards and scabbards for famous soldiers from all over the world, and many times he had reached the point where he would put his life aside. Except for being distracted for a moment by the scabbard flying from outside the sky, his eyes have been fixed on the movement of Yijian Fengchan.

Yijian Fengchan showed no signs of drawing his sword again, but he didn't intend to withdraw his sword either. Instead, his eyes were sharp and he was generally looking towards this side.The evil alchemist found it difficult, so he used his peripheral vision to observe Lian Wuxia's reaction behind him, only to find that she was also looking in his direction with serious eyes.

At first, the evil master thought that they were all looking at him, even if he had been so bold and reckless for most of his life, he couldn't help being a little terrified when he was the focus of the eyes of these two peerless figures.However, it didn't take long for him to realize that they were actually looking at each other, and he just happened to be in the middle of it.After realizing this fact, the evil refining master silently rubbed his feet and moved a little to the side.

The subtle change immediately broke the previous dull balance, and the brilliance in Lian Wuxia's eyes flashed: "Are you going to hurt someone?"

Yijian Fengchan didn't seem to hear her question, but directly asked the second question: "Do you know how to use a sword?"

The evil master scratched his forehead. When Yijian Fengchan saw him ten years ago, he still had a classic Mediterranean-style forehead, which was poor before he was bald. I don’t know how he worked hard to maintain it after that. , Now the originally smooth scalp has short hair that looks like green stubble.

He asked the third question: "I said... do you know each other?"

After some subtle and chaotic silence, it was still Lian Wuxia who spoke first: "I know a little bit about superficiality. I got a sword from an elder the day before yesterday. I heard that the evil master is famous, so I came here to match the sheath."

Yijian Fengchan said: "As you can see, I'm here to find fault. That guy accepted my reward that day and promised to cast a scabbard for my killing command, but it turned out! I have the scabbard, but locked the killing command. For a whole ten years! The sword is the body of the swordsman, the heart and soul of the swordsman. If he locks the commandment of killing, it is equivalent to cutting off one of my arms, digging out my heart, and pulling out my soul. This guy can't understand the anger in my heart!"

Although the tones were quite different, they both answered each other's questions, and out of embarrassment and embarrassment, Qiqi, who had a tacit understanding, skipped the evil master's question.

It's a pity that some people become more shrewd and lovable as they live, while others become more obstinate and disgusting, and evil spirit masters are among them.What others don't want to mention, once it arouses his interest, not only does he not know what is enough, but he would rather be sprayed with burrs and have to break the casserole to ask the end: "I said, do you know each other?!"

The two still didn't answer him.Yijian Fengchan was too lazy to talk to him, while Lian Wuxia didn't know how to explain it.After all, whether she "knows" Yijian Fengchan or not, she is also confused.Since you can't figure it out, you can only muddle along in a daze.Unexpectedly, the evil master could not answer the question and asked again. This time, pretending not to hear would hurt others, and he was in a dilemma, so he heard Yijian Fengchan asking: "You want this old guy to cast a sheath for your sword?"

Lian Wuxia nodded his head, Feng Chan with a sword immediately trembled: "Try it quickly and see if you can still draw your sword!"

If you want to get back a suitable scabbard from the evil master, you must go through several tests, you must have a generous gift enough to impress the old man's heart, and you must have a good sword enough to make the old man fall in love with you at first sight. You also need to have amazing insights in the way of swords... And after passing through all these barriers, when you think that you are greeted with a smooth road to victory, the scabbard that is finally handed over to you is very likely to be jammed From now on, hold your sword and insist on Qingshan not letting go, and you can't pull it out.

Yijian Fengchan, who had been tortured by this encounter for a full ten years, had lingering fears about it, as if he had become alert to the level of conditioned reflex.

His attitude of being afraid of well ropes after being bitten by a snake for ten years made the evil master very dissatisfied. His head can be broken and blood can flow, but the professional ethics of the sheath caster cannot be insulted. He immediately said with a dark face: "You are an old man Is it okay to seal the weapon if you are full? Apart from two swords and one knife, there is not a single weapon that is good enough for the old man to seal the scabbard!"

As a victim, would Yijian Fengchan believe it?Of course Yijian Fengchan didn't believe it, and the evil alchemist didn't expect him to believe it either, so he turned his face sideways and said harshly to Lian Wuxia: "Your sword is extremely heavy and thick, and the other is extremely light and thin. It is very difficult for independent individuals who are incompatible with each other to form a pair of swords... Heh, it is very difficult. The old man specially cast this yin and yang double sheath to store the two swords in one sheath at the same time. Don't worry, You can try it out or not.”

Lian Wuxia heard the words, and easily turned the scabbard which was almost as tall as hers around half a circle, one end was still resting on the ground, and the other end was resting on the palm of his hand.It was only then that Yijian Fengchan could see clearly that on the front of the scabbard, there was a raised decoration with a pattern of weed grass poured out of black silver. The stems and leaves stretched long and sparsely around the black scabbard, which was quite romantic. state.And at the end of the stalk is embedded a dark emerald green exquisite sword hilt with two characters engraved on it.

"Duckweed." Yijian Fengchan recited, such a soft and helpless name, it seems too weak to be used on the sword.And this sword is hidden in the silver duckweed pattern on the scabbard of the main sword, like a vine wrapped around a tree. Although it is still not rigid, it also appropriately displays the softness and fragility of the duckweed itself, but I don't know how powerful this sword is. how?

Even though the actual power is open to question, the appearance of the Duckweed Sword is undoubtedly extremely beautiful.As Lian Wuxia drew her sword out of its sheath, the soft sword light was revealed from a thread, and gradually spread out, and in the flowing light, a section of her plain wrist muscle that was exposed from the cuff was more radiant than snow.

A sword is like a rainbow, and a man is as bright as a jade.

Yijian Fengchan averted his eyes with some discomfort.

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The title and the end of this chapter use Gong Zizhen's "Night Sitting" "In case the Zen Pass is broken, the beauty is like jade and the sword is like a rainbow"