Song of Adolescence

The two city masters of Xueyue City, which was famous all over the world, were chatting with each other. Li Hanyi, who had not spoken much, soon stopped talking, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated. Sikong Changfeng didn't mean to leave either. He drank the tea slowly, but suddenly he sniffed, "It smells good."

As soon as the voice fell, only a rush of footsteps was heard. Lei Wujie pushed the door and entered, looking at the scene in the room, he was slightly taken aback: "Three Masters, you are here too."

At this time, Lei Wujie held the inextricable sword in his left hand, Tingyu, and his right hand held a long wooden stick on which was skewered with golden roast chicken, emitting bursts of attractive fragrance. .

"Wujie, what are you..." Sikong Changfeng swallowed.

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "I was hungry when I practiced swordsmanship, so I went to the mountain to catch a pheasant. I wanted to eat it when I was roasting it, but I thought that Master hadn't eaten yet, so I wanted to let Master eat first. Just... …"

Li Hanyi's face was gloomy, and the iron horse Binghe on the table trembled slightly, as if he had plans to drew his sword and chopped off this ineffective apprentice.

Sikong Changfeng smiled, and continued with Lei Wujie's words: "Just?"

Lei Wujie smiled carelessly: "It's just that the three masters are also there, and this pheasant is afraid that the three people will not be enough to eat."

Sikong Changfeng stood up and took the pheasant from Lei Wujie's hand: "Your master might not like it..."

But I just took it, and only felt that a sword aura was coming. Sikong Changfeng took a step back, but the roast chicken in his hand was instantly cut in half. As soon as Li Hanyi reached out his hand, he took the roast that was still stuck with a wooden stick. The chicken snatched it, but the remaining half fell. Lei Wujie's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly stretched out the Tingyu sword in his left hand, and caught the roast chicken on that side.

Li Hanyi sneered: "I didn't expect that Yujian could be used like this."

"It's a pity that there is meat but no wine. Your master never lets people see you when you eat. Let's go out. There is a jar of wine I buried outside the grass house. You can roast a chicken and we will drink it together." Feng walked away from Lei Wujie and patted him on the shoulder. Lei Wujie hurriedly followed out.

It was already dusk at this time, and Lei Wujie grabbed another pheasant from the mountain, set up a fire next to it, and roasted it. Sikong Changfeng really dug out a jug of wine from the soil. Before opening the seal, he felt a smell of wine overflowing. Lei Wujie sniffed fiercely, "Good wine."

"The imperial sword comes by the wind, in the world of exterminating demons, there is wine and joy, and I will be happy without wine, drink up the river, and then swallow the sun and the moon, a thousand cups of drunk can not fall, but I am the wine sword fairy. Wujie, you Have you heard this poem?" Sikong Changfeng asked after pouring two bowls.

"Naturally heard." Lei Wujie said fascinatedly while spinning the grill, "It's a poem written by Situ Zhong, a 300-year-old Shushan wine sword immortal."

"Now Shushan has become a legend, and that Jiujianxian is also dead. But the sword intent in the wine still remains in the world, which is really fascinating." Sikong Changfeng gently touched the wine glass, and the wine glass flew out, floating. In the hands of Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie took the wine glass and thanked him.

Sikong Changfeng shook his glass, and suddenly asked, "Lei Wujie, what is the world in your imagination."

Lei Wujie thought for a while, and said, "Youth drink wine and flowers are angry horses. Before and after the flowers, singing to the wine."

"Jianghu is not like this." Sikong Changfeng drank a glass of wine, "Jianghu, like Chaotang, has only endless ambition."

"Everyone has different rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes I want are like that." Lei Wujie said firmly.

Sikong Changfeng took a sip of wine: "During the talk and laughter of Hongtu Hegemony, I can't beat my life for a drunk. It's a good drink. Wu Jie, don't blame Han Yi. He hopes that you understand the reason for drawing the sword. Truly control your own sword."

Lei Wujie smiled, picked up the roast chicken and placed it on the table, and then sat down: "Of course I won't blame Master. Master is Xueyue Sword Immortal, and his words are always right."

"I heard Xiao Se say that Monk Wuxin once said that you are born with an exquisite heart and are not disturbed by mortal dust. It seems to be the case. By the way, you know that there are five swordsmen in this world who are called sword immortals, which five are they? Is it?" Sikong Changfeng asked.

Lei Wujie nodded: "Naturally know. Xueyue sword fairy Li Hanyi, solitary sword fairy Luo Qingyang, Taoist sword fairy Zhao Yuzhen, angry sword fairy face Zhantian, Confucian sword fairy Xie Xuan."

"These five sword immortals, who do you think is the highest?" Sikong Changfeng asked a difficult question.

Lei Wujie didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Well, but it doesn't matter."

Lei Wujie thought for a while, and then answered: "Luo Qingyang."

Sikong Changfeng laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha. Indeed! Four cities in the world, Tianqi Muliang, Xueyue Wushuang. The Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang alone occupies a city, and it is indeed the same as if I want to say, I am too I think he is the strongest. But your master is not convinced. He has been looking forward to the day of the battle with Luo Qingyang. So this Xueyue Sword Immortal is the most diligent sword practicer in the entire Xueyue City."

As soon as Sikong Changfeng's words fell, Li Hanyi walked out of the grass cottage, leaped and swept towards the top of the mountain.

"Let's take a look at how Xueyue Sword Immortal practices sword." Sikong Changfeng drank the wine in his cup and followed Lei Wujie.

Li Hanyi didn't look back all the way. It is said that there are four seasons in the mountains. Lei Wujie felt it solidly. When he reached the top of the mountain, he only felt the cold wind, which was much colder than when he was running wild in the snowy night for three months. But Li Hanyi didn't realize it. Standing on the top of the mountain, holding the famous sword Iron Horse Binghe, closed his eyes and meditated, the long wind blew his white coat.

"This is to..." Lei Wujie's eyes widened.

"You are optimistic." Sikong Changfeng smiled.

Suddenly Li Hanyi jumped and jumped into two cliffs. He was floating in the air with a sword, like a fairy. Suddenly he waved his long sword suddenly, and the wind in the snowy ridge roared in an instant, blowing thunderously. Jie could hardly stand.

"Get up!" Li Hanyi waved his sword to the sky, the squally wind in the snowy ridge seemed to rise to the sky, and the snow on the top of the mountain fell one after another. Li Hanyi stepped on the snow and moved upwards step by step. He held up the sword in his hand again, the sword that was almost backlogged with the wind over the mountain, and turned vigorously.

"I understand!" Lei Wujie suddenly realized, he finally understood what Li Hanyi wanted to do. Li Hanyi wanted to use a sword to reverse the gust of wind between the snow ridges.

But can this really be achieved by martial arts?

Li Hanyi's sword stopped halfway through. As the sword stopped, the gust of wind in the mountains reversed again, and layers of snow hit Li Hanyi head-on. Li Hanyi hurriedly put away the sword in his hand, leaped, stood back on the top of the mountain again, tied the sword, frowned and said nothing.

The squally wind in the snow ridge still howled.

Sikong Changfeng sighed: "This is the last step of the water-stopping sword practiced by your master, Tiandao. When he learns this sword, he will go down the mountain to Muliang City. It's just..."

"Just what?" Lei Wujie asked.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "It's nothing."

As the two talked, the figure of Li Hanyi standing on the top of the mountain was gone.

Sikong Changfeng sighed, and patted Lei Wujie's shoulder lightly: "I think it's up to you if your master can practice the sword technique of stopping water."

Lei Wujie smiled bitterly. Rely on me, I can't draw out even by practicing sword?