Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The earliest sword in Dongqing's memory is the unicorn sword placed on the altar of Di's family.

The Kirin Sword is Di Xiangcheng's saber, bathed in the light of an ever-burning candle, just like its name, it lives in the auspicious world of the world, and its meaning is in harmony with the universe.

The sword is like a unicorn, and it will not easily reveal its minions. If it is unsheathed, it must be to suppress the bloody storm and strictly maintain peace.

When she was a child, Dongqing wanted to climb up countless times to take down the sword and see its brilliance with her own eyes.Unfortunately, the altar was too high, and there was no place to climb around. Even if he stood on tiptoe, his forehead could not reach the table, so he could only stand by the altar in vain, looking up.

At that time, he thought that the sword would hang on the altar forever, high and far away, unreachable.

When he was ten years old, he saw the unicorn sword fall from the altar with his own eyes.

The heavy long sword slipped from his father's hand and fell into a pool of crimson blood, drenched with the blood of its master, and trampled by the soldiers' iron hooves, turning into a scarred piece of rotten iron, crawling in the sticky and dirty soil.

The fate of the sword is like the epitome of a human being.

Even so, when he started practicing martial arts with Lu Zhengqiu and chose a weapon for the first time, he still chose the sword without hesitation.

Perhaps it was because the sharpness in his heart was still there, and it hadn't been extinguished by the blood mud.

Over the years, although he used branches, sticks, and firewood, the radiant sword was always hanging in front of his eyes.

Now, he has finally grown tall enough and strong enough to hold the sword without climbing the altar.

He gathered his five fingers, gripped the hilt tightly, and took the sword off the iron frame.

It was a simple and unpretentious sword, its brilliance was not as good as that of the Qilin sword, it didn't even have a name, maybe it was just the work of a craftsman practicing his hands, but it had a sharp edge and its own rhythm in the edge.

Lu Zhengqiu often told him that every weapon is a living thing, as if a living thing can breathe, the weapon also has a rhythm in it.A real warrior must learn to capture their breath in order to use them to play a superior melody.

At this moment, Dongqing could already feel the rhythm of the sword in his hand, which gradually coincided with the beating in his chest.He held it, and his internal organs trembled accordingly.

Beside him, Bai Yu also chose his weapon.

She chose a short knife, slender but refined, which fit her figure just right.

She held the dagger in her hand, threw it into the air and caught it again. The sharp blade whirled and grazed her fingertips, like a snake clinging to its bait.She kept repeating such dangerous movements, but the corners of her mouth were still raised, and there was no trace of fear on her face.

She didn't just feel the breath of the weapon, but made its breath a part of herself.She threw the knife as easily as if she were twitching her fingers.

"Start? Brother—" She deliberately prolonged the last two words.

Lu Dongqing nodded silently, silently evaluating the child's potential in her heart.

"But we have to change places," she continued, "It's not good to compete here. If I break something here, I'm afraid Potato will annoy me for a month."

Of course, the potato she was referring to was An Qiming.

As the eldest disciple of the patriarch, An Qiming is in charge of directing the smelting and craftsmen of Lingquan Valley on weekdays, and this forge is also under his jurisdiction.

"Come with me." Yue Baiyu led Lu Dongqing and continued to climb up the mountain.

Soon, the two came to the top of a higher mountain.

The terrain here is more undulating and rugged, with raised peaks scattered in the surrounding valleys. Between two of the peaks, there is a narrow and thin rock, slightly arched into a bridge shape, like a blade, inserted horizontally into the open gap .

Yue Baiyu stepped onto the stone bridge without hesitation, his steps were steady, and Lu Dongqing followed closely behind, unequivocally catching up with her speed.

The two stepped forward, one behind, and stepped on the bridge, which was no more than the width of a palm, as if they were walking on flat ground.

The wind on the stone bridge suddenly tightened, and there was the sound of rushing water in my ears. The waterfall roared not far away, and the cold water splashed several feet away, and some even fell on the two of them.

There is no shelter on both sides of the narrow bridge deck, and the scenery on the opposite side is hidden in the vast night, making it impossible to see clearly.

Lu Dongqing was wondering where the stone bridge led to, but Yue Baiyu stopped.

He asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Because it's already here." Bai Yu answered loudly.

The place where she stopped happened to be the center of the stone bridge, the commanding height of the arch.

"Compete here?" Lu Dongqing was shocked.

"Yeah, let's face each other, whoever reaches the mountain behind the other first will win, isn't it very simple?"

"Simple is simple, but it's too dangerous. What if I make a mistake?"

"Hey, brother, are you afraid?"

Lu Dongqing blinked. Although the stone bridge under his feet was narrow, the stone surface was flat and straight without ups and downs. For him who had practiced light kung fu, it was not difficult for him. Even if he was asked to close his eyes and walk back and forth, he would never Not weak in the legs.

He was only worried about Bai Yu's safety, no matter how talented he was, Bai Yu was just a petite child, and he would never let her fall into danger.

It's a pity that Bai Yu didn't give him a chance to hesitate, his brows just furrowed, and the blade of the dagger was already close to the center of his brows.

So fast!

The girl's petite body is like a fully drawn bowstring, and the strength accumulated in the whole body bursts out on the right arm holding the knife in an instant.At the end of the arm is the tip of the knife, and the side blade has probably been tempered with spiritual spring water, cutting through the breeze in the mountains and making a piercing whistling sound.

The slash between the eyebrows was just a feint, when Lu Dongqing leaned back to dodge, the bright blade had already caught up and aimed at his shoulder.

He had no choice but to take a step back and dodge sideways, but he didn't know that the opponent's movements were faster than his, and the next blow came biting the side of his neck.

In a panic, he leaned down and jumped back a long way before barely leaving the range of the dagger.

The martial arts of the Yushan people are based on medical skills. They pay attention to selecting acupuncture points and attacking meridians, and use the fastest and most accurate moves to drive the enemy into a desperate situation.

What Baiyu learned was this kind of kung fu. She used skills to make up for the gap in strength, and turned her petite figure into an advantage to walk freely on this narrow stone bridge.

Lu Dongqing stared at her movements closely, not daring to be distracted.Just now he really underestimated this child.

There seemed to be a pair of wings growing on her back.

Her blade is as fast as lightning, and each cut hits the vital point, and a little carelessness is enough to kill.

Lu Dongqing had no choice but to block with her sword and concentrate on catching up with her speed. In just a short moment, the two of them had completed more than ten moves, and the sharp blades in their hands collided with each other, making a short, dry sound.

The confrontation between the two has already surpassed the ordinary competition and discussion, almost fighting for life.

Lu Dongqing was terrified in his heart. Compared with the situation, what frightened him more was the girl's behavior.

She is like a bird in the mountains, unrestrained, only using the deadly blade as an instinct to fly on the wind, and drives it willfully.

Does she know the consequences of this contest?

Did the knife in her hand really kill someone?

One after another doubts flooded into Lu Dongqing's mind, causing Lu Dongqing to be distracted for a moment, Baiyu's blade rubbed against his chest, he felt a chill in his chest, and had to pull back again.

After his heels were firmly established, he quickly noticed something strange. The road under his feet had become wide enough for two people to stand side by side.

Before he knew it, he had retreated to the edge of the stone bridge.

"Brother, if you take another step back, you will lose."

Bai Yu tilted his head, the corners of his mouth curled up, and there was a bit of evil in his smile.