Luo Feiyu was shocked, "What are you doing?"

"It's really a good sword." Fu Xiang looked him up and down, and his eyes were no less than those of the Dengtuzi who looked at the brothel courtesan.

Luo Feiyu felt a chill and wanted to get up and leave, but found that his body was sore and could not move, "Forget it, just look whatever you want."

"Don't move." Fu Xiangling said.

"Even if I want to move, I can't move." Luo Feiyu lies down with his chest, his tone not kind.

"Sit down, don't be hurt." Fu Xiang smiled, his white hair and clothes fluttered gently. His old fingers, like dead branches, suddenly became agile and hit the hanging sword surrounding him, like dragonflies slashing the water, interlaced and shocked the lotus, creating a messy but extremely soft ripples.

The sword song suddenly rises, and it is sad and gentle.

The wind suddenly blew in the cave.

At this time, Luo Feiyu felt that there were light sounds coming from the depths of the cave. At first glance, he seemed to be someone waving his sword in the wind. He turned his head and found that there was a cave above the sound source, with moonlight pouring down from it, covering the cave rocks on the surface. There was also a cold light between the rocks.

It's also a sword light.

I don’t know if it was originally placed there, or if this sad song condensed the moonlight into a sword.

Hua Yingxiu, who was outside, listened to this song, narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was already intoxicated by it.

The wilderness is vast, and everything in the mountains sinks into this cold night.

"This song." Gongsun Shilian raised her head and looked at the mountains and rivers, and the night breeze blew past her hair.

"The song title is a tragic song." Hua Yingxiu raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I was guessing the name of this song a long time ago, but my mother didn't tell me for a long time, just told me that it was a homesick song." Gongsun Shilan said softly.

"What did your mother tell you?" Hua Yingxiu quietly opened her eyes.

"When I was young, I could often see her playing the flute by the window, and it was this song that she played." Gongsun Shilan nodded, "Now after learning the name of this song, I finally know why this song is so sad."

Hua Yingxiu showed a meaningful sneer, and then closed her eyes again.

Gongsun Shilan also began to close her eyes and listen to the song.

I don’t know if it was because she was worried about Luo Feiyu in the cave or because the melody played by Fu Xiang was too strong, but after she closed her eyes, she saw a scene like a dream.

On one side of her is a magnificent city, and on the other side is a vast desert, with wind and sand blowing, endless desolation.

In the desert, a young ranger with a sword on his back was walking towards this place. Because the sunlight was dazzling, the appearance of this ranger could not be seen clearly.

Even though the rogue got closer, Gongsun Shilan could only see his eyes clearly. However, there was no expectation for Chang'an in his eyes, nor the passion of coming here. It was extremely clear, like a boy.

However, she saw herself in her clear eyes.

It's only yourself.

The sky is getting brighter.

The moonlight that sprinkled from the cave gradually faded away. The dawn light shone in and reflected a sword. The three-foot long sword was as clear as water, reflecting a crystal light in the morning light.

Luo Feiyu was disturbed by this desolate song and couldn't sleep all night. He was tired, but when he saw the sword, his sleepiness was swept away.

He had been in this cave for a long time, and when he used the sword vein technique, he did not feel that there was a half-shot sword here. But even so, he had heard from his master about countless famous swords, and Luo Feiyu, who had personally read many famous swords. When facing this sword, he kept telling him five words, whether it was his experience or his internal skills.

It's a good sword.

"It has been dormant here for too long." Fu Xiang was very tired after playing the song, but when he saw the sword, his eyes became affectionate again, as if he had met an old friend who had been missing for a long time.

"This sword..." Luo Feiyu's eyes also showed fanaticism.

"This sword lives deep here, bathing in the moonlight at night, attracting dreams in the long day, rain sucking the clear dew, snow swelling. We have witnessed the vicissitudes of the four seasons, and have also seen the clear sky, rain and snow. But even so, it has never stained the mortal world, just to hold on to the three-foot long edge." Fu Xiang did not smile so rarely, and looked at the sword gently, finally gritted his teeth, and took his eyes back with difficulty.

"Only when you are born can you reappear the sharpness it should have." Fu Xiang smiled at Luo Feiyu, "It's time to leave."

"A tragic song is just to lead a sword?" Gongsun Shilan was also extremely shocked after hearing the news.

"Yes. There is a sword deep in the cave, which was left here by a great hero who used a sword. According to legend, it was condensed from the tears of a fairy. Even the dome sword furnace in Wanjian Cave is not steamed or melted, and the lead is spotless, so it is named Juechen Seichel. But I always feel that the name is not very good, so I suggest that the boy named Luo change it to a nice name." Hua Yingxiu swayed her wine glass slowly.

"Why do you want him to change it?" Gongsun Shilan blurted out.

Hua Yingxiu raised her eyebrows gently, smiling without answering.

Gongsun Shilian had to change his question, "Since this sword is called Juechen Sorrow Tears, I already know the allusions of "Juechen" and "Cheechen", so where does this word "Sorrow" come from?"

"Because the tears condensed into this sword are sad. In normal times, this sword is invisible and intangible. It will only appear when the tragedy is essayed." Hua Yingxiu raised her head to look at the sky.

"There is such a wonderful sword?" Gongsun Shilian said in surprise.

"You young people are still too short-sighted." Hua Yingxiu smiled and suddenly handed him a book to Gongsun Shilian.

Gongsun Shilian took it and looked down.

There are three words written on the cover of the book.

Lesson songs.

"You want to give me this sword?" Luo Feiyu said in confusion.

"This sword is originally lonely, trapped here for many years, and has never entered the world. The swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes have been declining for a long time. It is time for another famous sword to be released in the world." Fu Xiang said quietly: "Your master's sword-cutting energy is too heavy, so it should not be the main sword. It would be better to have this sword to help you walk on the road to the world."

After saying that, he raised his hand gently, and the water-like sword rose and fell in front of Luo Feiyu.

"Good sword." Luo Feiyu looked at it closely and praised it sincerely. But I don't know if it was an illusion, but Luo Feiyu always felt that this sword was much dimmer than what he saw at the beginning.

"It's indeed a good sword, so I can't give it to you for free." Fu Xiang suddenly laughed.

"What do you want?" Luo Feiyu looked at him.

"What is your most precious thing? I want you to exchange your most precious thing for this sword." Fu Xiang said quietly.

"My most precious thing?" Luo Feiyu thought about it and shook his head desperately, "Then I don't want this sword anymore."

"You made me very curious about what the most precious thing is for you." Fu Xiang smiled, "But in fact, you were wrong. The most precious thing for everyone is the story."

"I hope that one day you will be able to take time to come back here and tell me your story."
Chapter completed!