In the far north, snowflakes flutter.

Ling Jianqiu, wearing a felt suit, sat on the edge of the cliff of the Weaver Peak. A sword that looked like a blue crystal was inserted into the snow, and another ordinary sword was placed aside by him. Through the howling wind and snow, he looked at the ice-burning Cowherd at the bottom of the cliff, showing worries.

"It's been a long time since the seventh day of the seventh month. There will be no more moon shadows there. What are you still staring at?" An old voice sounded, as if from all directions.

"Mr. Xie, you are back from collecting herbs." Ling Jianqiu stood up and saluted respectfully, but there was nothing everywhere, only heavy snow.

"Jianqiu, another half month has passed without realizing it." Xie Wensheng in the dark sighed, "Since the sword called Gu Han came out of the snow mountain, your desert mind technique has been suppressed, and the sword mind technique has been a thousand miles a day. That sword technique has also achieved great success, which is a joyful congratulation."

"Is this enough?" Ling Jianqiu turned his head and looked at the heavy snow.

"What?" Xie Wensheng was slightly stunned.

Ling Jianqiu did not respond, but raised his hands and let the two swords placed beside him rise into the air. Both of them bloomed with supreme sword intent from the head of the sword, a purer and a cold, overlapped together, forming a vast sword intent, making the falling speed of snow falling in the sky extremely slow. A layer of ice flowers condensed on the surface of each snow again, and then embedded them together, condensed into a sharp snow sword.

The huge snow sword fell straight to the Cowherd Ferry down, but the layer of ice did not break as he expected, but there were only a few cracks, and the snowflakes collapsed and scattered on the ice surface.

Ling Jianqiu grabbed Jian and shook his head, "This is not enough."

"The long white ice is not cold for one day, but for a thousand years. What's more, you have already taken Gu Han, the second most famous sword, and there is no sword energy in the mountain. It is even more difficult for you to not be able to cooperate with Gu Han's sword energy in the mountain." Xie Wensheng sighed.

Ling Jianqiu looked at the blue sword edge on his left hand, "With the inside and out? Those guys also want to find me to work with the inside and out, but I don't want to rely too much on his work with the inside and out."

"Luoyang is an imperial city, so it's not that simple." Xie Wensheng said earnestly: "If it was just moved to the capital a hundred years ago and its foundation was unstable, then I believe you can kill the palace alone. However, after a hundred years of storms, the court has been peaceful."

"What does it mean?" Ling Jianqiu asked.

Xie Wensheng murmured: "It's like the same side, a calm but bottomless abyss."

Ling Jianqiu's calm expression flashed through firmness, "But as long as my sword is strong enough, it can still stir up this abyss."

Xie Wensheng was stunned for a moment and did not continue the topic. "Speaking of this, what did your junior brother go to Gusu during his trip? It won't be really..."

"Yes, it's what you thought of sir." Ling Jianqiu replied lightly, "The difficulty of this matter is actually not less than what I have to do."

Even though he was as calm as Xie Wensheng, he was extremely shocked at this moment, "If this is true, there will be thousands of swords pointing at him. At that time, there will be thousands of holes on his body, and even I may not be able to save him. Will he really do it?"

"Don't worry, my junior brother has often surprised me since he was a child," Ling Jianqiu whispered: "This time is no exception."

Xie Wensheng wanted to say something, but he paused for a moment before slowly saying: "But now, please put your junior brother's affairs aside first."

"A guest is here again." Ling Jianqiu turned his head slightly, looking at the blue tent woman who suddenly appeared behind her, holding a faint blue scabbard in her hand.

"The daughter of the White Bird Sword Lord, one of the five swords, came from Kunlun with Gu Han's sword sheath. Come here to find the sword for this sheath."

"Okay." Ling Jianqiu threw Gu Han directly and stabbed into the snow not far ahead of the Lan Peng woman.

"Just give it to me so easily?" The woman Lan Peng did not go to get the sword, but frowned.

"Of course not." Ling Jianqiu swung the ordinary sword in his hand, which was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary, and suddenly stabbed her.

"I want to see if you have this qualification."

Chang'an City, Sword Artillery Tower.

"You little master, your expression doesn't seem to be very good." Meng Daishan put away the book and said with concern.

"I'm fine." Gongsun Shilian used tweezers to pick up a teacup for her, "I just washed it."

Meng Daishan took the teacup with his hand and looked at the hot teapot on the charcoal fire beside Gongsun Shilian. "The tea made by the old poster is a master of Chang'an. The tea made by you, the little poster, shouldn't be much worse."

Gongsun Shilan took the iron tongs and flipped over the charcoal under the kettle and smiled, "You really praised me. When I was nine years old, my mother criticized me because I was not good at making tea."

Meng Daishan's face turned dark, "When you were nine years old? That is when I was sixteen years old, no wonder the tea eggs in Chang'an City were so unpalatable."

Gongsun Shilian smiled and said, "Tell me the serious business. I heard that during the five months when I was away, the crime rate in Chang'an City was very low, and the order was managed in an orderly manner. Thank you for your hard work."

"If it weren't for the huge group of crows that day, which caused great noise pollution, my year-end bonus would definitely not have been deducted." Meng Daishan slapped the table angrily.

"Why do you have to fight the year-end bonus?" Gongsun Shilian looked at the rolling lid of the pot and put down the iron tongs, "It's ready to burn. Do you want to try it?"

"Uh." Meng Daishan immediately looked puzzled, recalling the fear that tea eggs brought to her in those years, "I want to live a few more years."

However, before Meng Daishan could continue to refuse, Gongsun Shilan had already poured her cup full and "Give it."

Meng Daishan took the tray and said in surprise: "It's full?"

The hospitality was filled with light tea and wine. Seeing that Gongsun Shilan, who was the owner of the Sword Artillery Building, neglected the way of hospitality, Meng Daishan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. But Gongsun Shilan added: "It's not tea."

"Not tea?" Meng Daishan picked it up and took a sip, "Wine?"

"It's wine." Gongsun Shilan also picked up the cup and sipped it.

"Why have you started drinking?" Meng Daishan quickly finished the cup and smacked his lips.

"Because, I know a person who loves to drink, and he is doing something big now." Gongsun Shilian slowly looked up at the window.

There is a moon outside the window, and the moon is in the south. The south is Jiangnan.

"What's the big deal?" Meng Daishan asked curiously.

"I don't know." Gongsun Shilian shook his head, "I only know that he is going to attend the sword sacrifice conference. He will complete this matter at the sword sacrifice conference."

"Sword Sacrifice Conference?" Meng Daishan suddenly laughed, "Countless heroes from the world gather here. Can your friends complete it smoothly? I guess they don't even have the courage to do this."

"No." Gongsun Shilian clenched her fists, "I believe him."

"Because he will not make a choice that makes him regret. Because he, everything is up to him, everything is up to his heart."

"Even if there is a sea of ​​fire, he will never regret it."
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