On a small hill outside Fengyang Town.

Two girls and a horse were driving slowly.

Xiao Xianyun, carrying the Xianyun Sword, sat across the horse's back and shook his feet, a little annoyed. Fei Caiyun, who was standing in front of her, looked bad, and she lost the aura she used to be.

Xiao Xianyun looked at Fei Caiyun and wanted to say something, but she swallowed it.

Fei Caiyun looked ahead vaguely, walking aimlessly under her feet. Seeing that she was about to deviate from the mountain road, Xiao Xianyun had to whisper: "Be careful and pay attention to the road."

Fei Caiyun reacted and after a few "oh" sounds, she turned her direction back towards Fengyang City. However, after seeing a strange scene in Fengyang Town, she was suddenly stunned.

People in the town gathered in the center of the town and surrounded more than a dozen women. The hands of the dozen women were working quickly, as if they were threading needles. The incense table next to them was filled with tributes and a bright red robe. Fei Caiyun asked, seeing this, "What are the people in this town doing?"

Xiao Xianyun looked up and said, "Those women are doing needles and begging for skill under the moon. The more threads they wear, the more skillful their hands will be. They can get a red robe made of red threads, which is regarded as the gift of Qijie. Generally, women who participate in the competition are unmarried women. If they wear that red robe, they will get the blessing of Qijie. Bless you to have a good marriage in the coming year, and those who fail to get the blessing of Qijie can also make a simple wish and let Qijie fulfill it for you."

Fei Caiyun looked up at the sky and suddenly said, "Is it already the seventh day of the seventh month? What a good day."

In another wilderness.

A young man in a commoner and a Taoist priest with a white face.

Murong Haoyue recalled a blood-red sword on the ground to his hand.

Ling Pengyue walked up and exclaimed: "I have heard that Wudang can travel thousands of miles a day when he goes by. Today, he can see the technique of flying swords at first sight, which is even more extraordinary."

But Murong Haoyue was still looking at the long sword in her hand and silently said nothing.

Ling Pengyue also noticed the blood-colored long sword, "It's extremely spiritual, not like the mortal sword. It seems that I have never heard of this sword in the Tianjian Pavilion, what's the name?"

"Hongyan." Murong Haoyue looked at the reflection on the sword.

It was at that time that the Red Dust Box was destroyed and Qianhe flew over. The sword stained with its own blood was also the only surviving sword.

Ling Pengyue rolled his eyes secretly. The sword name was Hongyan. The meaning was already very clear. It must be the name given to mourn his deceased wife. Along the way, when Ling Pengyue talked with Murong Haoyue, nine of the ten words of this Taoist priest who seemed to be pure and weak were inseparable from his wife. The degree of infatuation was horrifying. No matter how sad it was, he would naturally be helpless after listening for a long time.

"Although the Wudang Sword Box cannot be included in the famous sword list, in time, Brother Murong will be able to leave his name in the famous sword list because of this sword." Ling Pengyue responded casually and hurriedly walked forward, "It's not far from Lin'an. There is a small town in front of you, so you might as well take a rest here."

Murong Haoyue walked up and said, "What are the people in this town doing?"

"The moon leads the line, the custom of the Chinese Valentine's Day." Ling Pengyue replied.

Murong Haoyue sighed and said, "When talking about threading needles, she used to be extremely skillful, and the needles and threads seemed to be alive in her hands..."

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Fengyang Town.

Fei Caiyun led Xiaoxianyun to the middle of the town. The festive and lively atmosphere made their heavy hearts lighter.

"Beautiful sister, beautiful sister." Several children noticed them and exclaimed repeatedly. Fei Caiyun squatted down and touched their heads.

At this time, an old woman in her seventies came over and said, "The two girls are from a foreigner."

Xiao Xianyun smiled, "Yes."

"Today's Qixi Festival, Fengyang Town is offering sacrifices to Qiniang. Qiniang doesn't like sharp things, so please ask the girl to put them away." The old woman narrowed her eyes and pointed to the sword in Xiaoxianyun's hand.

"Then I'll leave first." Xiao Xianyun lowered his head and apologized, and walked away with a sword.

Looking at Xiao Xianyun's leaving back, Fei Caiyun felt a soreness in her heart. If it were in the past, Xiao Xianyun would have insisted on holding the sword and keeping her alone, but after learning that Xiao's family was inexplicably broken and that her family was missing, she would have restrained her willfulness and willfulness.

The old woman was stunned and said to Concubine Caiyun: "Does your friend have any worries?"

"It's just a wanderer in the world." Fei Caiyun suddenly answered a headless and thoughtless sentence, and then smiled and said, "Mother-in-law, you just said that you were worshiping Qi Niang. Do you have any customs?"

The old woman nodded and smiled, "Yes, girl, please follow me."

Under the guidance of the old woman, Fei Caiyun came to an ancient well, and the bright moonlight shone on the water. The well was covered with colorful radish, seven plates of melons and fruits, and seven pieces of burning most of the incense. There were more than ten women sitting next to her, each woman was operating seven silver needles in her hands, and seven long threads were wearing them.

"With a needle under the moon, begging for marriage." The old woman explained with a smile, "to seek a good marriage."

Fei Caiyun turned her eyes and smiled, "Mother-in-law, if she doesn't dislike me, can I, an outsider, participate in this competition?"

The old woman hesitated a little, "This..."

Fei Caiyun smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother-in-law, I won't rob the good marriage of the girls in your town. I just want to make a wish and leave a memory."

The old woman couldn't help laughing and looked at the seven incense sticks, "Miss is so rude, and those who are destined to be able to find marriage. What I, the old woman, is worried about is that there is not much time left to thread the needle under the moon. If the girl cannot finish knitting before the incense burns out, her wish will fail."

"No need to worry." Fei Caiyun smiled and picked up the needle and thread from the wellhead and started to penetrate it.

At first, it was just a normal needle thread, and its speed was no different from others. In just a moment, a girl put down the fabric she had worn, cheered, turned around and picked up the red thread robe, unable to let go.

Except for some girls sighing, most of them are still wearing them. The old woman casts a worried look at Concubine Caiyun.

However, Fei Caiyun's speed suddenly increased, and her whole hand was floating around. At first glance, the silver needle on her hand looked like silver light, and her progress quickly surpassed all the girls present.

"So fast!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

There are needles and threads in the thousand-faced box. Sometimes when you are in a desperate situation, you have to sew a camouflage mask in a short time to overcome the difficulties. Over time, she has created her ability to weave quickly.

The girl who won the championship had already survived the excitement and looked at the game in her red robe. When she noticed the movements on Fei Caiyun's hand, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

If Fei Caiyun had done her best when she first joined the game, she wouldn't have a chance.

At the moment when the incense was about to burn out, Fei Caiyun had already weaved it.

It turned out to be a pocket-sized white dress.

On the eaves not far away, Xiao Xianyun was placing a book on her knees, which recorded the story of her heroic hero in Gusu as a female hero.

It originated in July of the 20th year of Wanzhao.

Finally in June of the 21st year of Wanzhao.

And now it's July, and it's exactly one year.

I wanted to take this booklet home and prove myself to my family, but end up being homeless.

Fortunately, there are people around you.

Xiao Xianyun suddenly raised her head and looked at Fei Caiyun.

In the watery moonlight, Fei Caiyun raised the small white dress high.

"Did you knit it for your sweetheart?" The old woman looked at the gorgeous white clothes and exclaimed: "It looks so beautiful."

Fei Caiyun shook her head, her eyes dim, "I am a person I once had to look up to see. He was born to stand on a high mountain, but because of an accident, he fell into the dust, but I believe he will stand at the highest place again."

At the same time, she silently made her wish in her heart.

Young Master, the sword sacrifice conference has arrived. I hope you can accomplish what you want to do. I am not by your side, you must be safe and last until the day we see each other again.

I hope that when we meet, you will still be the young master of the Moshang.

Still a teenager.
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