The spring is cold and the cold moon is frosty.
The wind as sharp as a blade passed through the forest, rustling the mottled shadows, and occasionally two or three small insects crawled slowly under the grass leaves, making a mournful cry.
When Xie Heng walked down the hill, his steps were almost trembling.
His steps were heavy, and every time he took a step, there were muddy footprints under his feet. Although the skirt of his clothes was half-dried by the spiritual power, but without the usual warm current, the second-rank cultivation base of a young man alone was not enough to tidy himself up There must be no flaws.
Xie Heng had no choice but to stand on the hillside and blow the cold wind for another half an hour, letting the cold wind howl and curl the wet long hair, the bitter spring cold condensed on his slender eyelashes, Xie Heng desperately Suppressing the physiological reaction of shivering, looking at the pale moonlight on the ground, I was filled with anger.
He soaked in the ice water in the mountain stream all night, what happened
The phantom never appeared! There is no warm current either!
What made the young man most angry was that he was still a little worried at the moment, and couldn't help but wonder if Xie Ziyou had encountered some accident, otherwise why would he stop the illusion once a day
He actually, in a subconscious reaction, worried about his enemy
Walking down the hill with a heavy heart, just approaching Xu Wan'er's hut, in the distance, Xie Heng heard a deafening knock on the door.
It was really deafening, several residents around were woken up by him, Xie Heng heard a lot of angrily shouting and cursing, but it was still Zhao Ruhao's loud voice that overwhelmed those shouting.
"Open the door! Xu Xiaowan, open the door!"
"Don't hide in there and make no noise, I know you're home!"
"Let me tell you, a big shot is coming for tomorrow's assessment! Just don't try to play tricks in front of the big shot with your little three-legged ability. Here is a book of sword techniques that I picked up at random. Do you want it?"
"Open the door, kick out that wild boy from last time, and apologize to my young master, and I will lend you the sword technique for two days!"
What responded to Zhao Ruhao was a crisp "click".
Under the moonlight, the boy turned his head happily, raised his hand and pushed hard on the wooden door, but he didn't push it.
What moved was a window above Zhao Ruhao's head. The window was opened, and the cold wind was blowing. A slender hand protruded from the window, holding a copper basin on it, and waved it back—
Cold water fell from the sky, splashing Zhao Ruhao's head and face.
The girl's faintly angry voice came from inside the door: "Zhao Ruhao, take your skills and get out immediately, I don't need your charity!"
Zhao Ruhao was stunned for three seconds, raised his hand to wipe his face, and raised a thin booklet in his hand angrily.
"You don't want it?" he yelled, "Xu Wan'er, you will be killed by your own stubborn temper sooner or later! If you have a good knife technique, how can you be like this?"
"This saber technique, I had a hard time—bah, I picked it up casually, you really don't want it?"
Xu Wan'er "pooh" from inside the door: "Get lost!"
"Fuck!"
The young man froze in place, his eyes widened viciously, and he couldn't lift or release the book in his hand.
He turned around angrily and wanted to leave, but his clothes were flapping, and even when his upper body was leaning forward, his feet were firmly stuck to the ground, as if his calves were out of control and he couldn't move a little.
If there is any substance to the strong reluctance, it permeates the stone house.
At this moment, Xie Heng returned from the mountain.
Seeing Xie Heng from a distance, Zhao Ruhao's eyes lit up, and immediately changed back to a vicious expression, and hurried forward a few steps.
"Boy!" he yelled, "Yes, it's you, come here! Have you seen this saber technique? I'll give it to the young master—forget it, thank you, and I will lend it to you for two days."
Xie Heng raised his eyebrows, and walked slowly to Zhao Ruhao.
As he got closer, he took advantage of the bright moonlight to barely see Zhao Ruhao's face clearly - his eyes were widened with effort, the eye circles were slightly red, and the corners of his eyes were bruised.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Heng took the thin book under the boy's implicitly expectant eyes, flipped through it, and quickly scanned the Xuanmiao calligraphy and painting, and compared it with the exercises he had practiced with his own rich knowledge.
Fifth grade knife technique.
The brand-new spiritual paper was unworn, and there were faint lines flowing between the lines, but the handwriting was slightly messy, obviously copied in a hurry.
The heavy heart suddenly became a little lighter, Xie Heng thought about it, he closed the book, and blinked at Zhao Ruhao.
Zhao Ruhao was confused, eyes full of vigilance: "What do you want to do?"
Xie Heng smiled slightly and said: "This saber technique can be regarded as the fifth grade, it is very precious, you have a heart."
"Nonsense!" Zhao Ruhao pointed his thumbs at his nostrils, raised his head and said, "Who am I? I just picked it up casually, can there be ordinary products?"
"It's really not ordinary. Ordinary people don't have such sword skills," Xie Heng wrote lightly, "Thank you very much—by the way, does your face hurt? Your father beat you very hard."
Zhao Ruhao snorted: "It's just one punch, my mother won't let him hit more, and he has no evidence that I stole it... Oh shit, you're talking to me!"
The boy frowned, swished away a few steps, and glared at Xie Heng.
Xie Heng just smiled.
He handed the booklet back to Zhao Ruhao, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, but this is your Zhao family's saber technique. If it is used for Wan'er, if someone recognizes it tomorrow, she will be in even more trouble."
"Nonsense, nonsense." Zhao Ruhao's face was reddish, his eyes dodged, "I said I picked it up, and whoever gave it to her, I just lent it to you..."
"All right."
Xie Heng patted Zhao Ruhao's shoulder, held his right hand in the air, made a posture of drawing a knife, then used his palm instead of the knife, and made a few slashes against the air in front of him.
The aura glowed faintly, wrapping half of the young boy's arm in a bright white like a bright moon, where the palm knife cut through, there was a muffled tearing sound in the air, like a sharp long sword, splitting the space into several petals.
The whirlwind swept by, and a morning glory climbing along the stone crevice in the corner of the wall withered in response. Under the moonlight, the slightly tired light purple petals were scattered into eight pieces, each of which was uniform in size. suffer no damage.
Extremely strong control, extremely delicate flow of profound energy.
Facing Zhao Ruhao's stunned gaze, Xie Heng shook his right hand lightly to dissipate the spiritual power.
"How about it, is it okay?"
Xie Heng smiled and said: "Tomorrow's assessment will use this set of eight-fold light sword...sword skills, it should be able to keep Xu's sword field, you don't have to worry."
He paused, then lowered his voice amidst Zhao Ruhao's muttering of "Who's worried?", pointed at the stone house, and said softly: "Chasing girls is not your way of chasing girls, do you want me to teach you some tricks? "
"You fart!"
Zhao Ruhao suddenly jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, and shouted loudly: "I chase her? Impossible, in the next life!"
"boom!"
A muffled sound came from inside the stone house, Xu Wan'er obviously heard the roar piercing the sky, and angrily kicked the door.
Zhao Ruhao's complexion changed in every way, his lips were pressed together in anger, he pinched the book with five fingers, he turned and ran.
The thin figure dragged out a slender shadow under the moonlight, with hasty steps, almost fleeing.
Xie Heng looked at the direction where Zhao Ruhao turned and fled, smiled wryly and shook his head.
This person is too stubborn, although he has a good heart, he may suffer a lot in the future.
Shaking his head and getting rid of irrelevant things from his mind, Xie Heng raised his hand against the wooden door, just about to push the door to enter the house—
But in an instant, the shadow of the tree and the moonlight crossed and flowed, and the cool wind hit his face. There was a flash in the boy's mind, and a thought popped up suddenly.
Xie Heng froze in place.
Fingertips touched the sharp barbs on the wooden door and itched slightly.
The bottom of Xie Heng's heart also wanted to be blasted by the thorns, he stared at the dark shadow he cast on the wooden door, facing the biting chill of the precipitous spring, dazed in a daze.
Xie Ziyou... Will he be the same as Zhao Ruhao
Reminiscing the feeling of the warm current lingering around his body, Xie Heng couldn't help but see the misty water surface again. The young man propped up his flushed cheeks, his beautiful peach eyes were slightly closed, and when he bent forward, he revealed his beautifully curved neck and round and delicate shoulders.
Perhaps it is also a misunderstanding.
A voice in Xie Heng's heart said softly, maybe he was also not good at expressing.
Like a feather plucking at the tenderness of the young man's heart, Xie Heng couldn't help but began to recall Xie Ziyou's face, recalling the few times they met each other, the beautiful face was stained with a faint halo by the memory, and soon transformed into Another picture - the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse holds a long sword, and the sword picks up the frost, but wherever he goes, there is fragrance all the way.
So, the cynicism and sarcasm and making things difficult for him is actually just to get his attention, to cover up the deep part of his heart, he is ashamed to mention that he cares too much
What about... the sword bone
…
When Xie Heng was tossing and turning, Xie Ziyou rubbed the sword bone in his palm, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.
The originally white bone has already turned half into a translucent shape, and the disordered filaments inside it are arranged in a more regular order, faintly intertwined with a mysterious pattern, like a small sword.
Xie Ziyou would like to guarantee it with his career—the bone never looked like this at first, it could be perfectly mixed into the chicken bone, and it was the bone that Xie Peng threw to the puppy to play with!
Xie Ziyou tried his best to recall the things that might affect the state of the sword bone during this period of time. After thinking about it, he found that it could only be because of the medicinal bath.
This spiritual bone was soaked in the spiritual water with him every day, was enriched by the essence of the elixir, and absorbed a lot of pure spiritual energy in the spar. It was probably because of this that these changes occurred.
"Will it be a good change?"
The system cautiously replied: "Not necessarily. After all, this is one of the protagonist's golden fingers. It may hide the fortune of the future protagonist that neither you nor I know about. To find out the specific situation, I have to deduce it carefully, and it will take a while. time."
"Until then, Youyou, don't let it touch spiritual power for now."
Xie Ziyou nodded.
He looked around—the room was spotless, every corner was cleaned regularly by servants, and the bedding was also changed regularly. After hesitating for a long time, Xie Ziyou stepped on the table, jumped lightly, and temporarily placed the spirit bone on the beam.
He had just finished all this when there was a knock on the door.
It was a young servant who bowed his head and saluted and said: "Madam invites the young master to go to the Book Pavilion."
Strange, Xie Ziyou thought, in the past every time Wang Yun came to him in person, and talked about something in his room, but this time, he went to the bookstore