Chapter 7 Chapter Seven: The Mirror of the Fourth Day

The next day, Zhuo Wangsun didn't go directly to the lake, he was meditating, this was a trial, a plan for him to temper his sword heart, he had to think clearly about which direction this plan was being implemented now.He will never allow any deviation from the plan, even if it is caused by himself. Acacia's love is already so deep, gradually abandoning everything, his love has also been revealed, making Acacia's heart tremble.So, what was wrong that made him feel wrong again and again? Is it that he himself cannot control this kind of love?Zhuo Wangsun sneered, he didn't believe it.

Everything is under his plan and control, he must retrieve his sword heart after the end of the seven days. Then, he wanted to go to the lake, because he was going to give the fourth gift, a mirror stand he made with his own hands. Zhuo Wangsun just went out and found that the pavilion was full of red lanterns.The buoyant atmosphere has begun to spread in Huayin Pavilion, exaggerating the festive atmosphere.For some reason, Zhuo Wangsun was a little annoyed by the bright red joy, so he walked away quickly. But he couldn't go far, because Master Han Qing suddenly reported: "Leader Yang is here."

Zhuo Wangsun had no choice but to stop, and saw Yang Yizhi walking over behind an old minister. With a thought, he knew that this minister was Yang Jisheng, Yang Yizhi's father.The fact that the two fathers and sons were able to walk together shows that Yang Yizhi helped defeat the King of Wuyue, restrained I Dahan, and worked hard for the country and the people all these years. Yang Jisheng has changed his view of him and is finally willing to accept him. Zhuo Wangsun also showed a smile on his face: "Congratulations, Master Yang." Yang Jisheng saw that the future son-in-law and Huayin Pavilion master Zhuo Wangsun was so polite, and he knew it was because of Yang Yizhi, so his anger towards his son subsided, and he said happily, "Congratulations to Mr. Xizhuo. I am the envoy of marriage, so I have to come first." Bothering."

Zhuo Wangsun said with a smile: "Master Yang is here, of course he is welcome. Master Qing, send Master Yang to the upper room to rest." Saying that, he raised his hand to Yang Yizhi and hurried out.Yang Yizhi frowned and looked at him. He had known Zhuo Wangsun for so long, but he had never seen Zhuo Wangsun in such a hurry.So, what happened to him? What could happen in Huayin Pavilion? The sunlight was like a dancing golden snake, reflecting on the lake, those rootless water lilies finally withered, and the remaining petals fell on the water, as if covered with a layer of red powder, which was even more gorgeous.Xiangsi sat quietly on the sill of the wooden house, staring at the lake in a daze.

As soon as she saw Zhuo Wangsun, she immediately went up to him.Zhuo Wangsun didn't look at her, and went straight into the wooden house. Xiangsi was stunned, and looked at Zhuo Wangsun's back, which was a bit indifferent, so Xiangsi sat down slowly, looking at the lake, her heart was filled with horror. Zhuo Wangsun's attitude towards her these past few days filled her with surprises, but this surprise was so fragile, she was always worried that as soon as a gust of wind blows, everything will blow away with the wind and float into the Huayin Pavilion inside. But now, Zhuo Wangsun's faint back completely buried her hope.

She lowered her head deeply and could only look at her bare feet.Her slender and pale toes were completely helpless and stuck in the mud, and her person was also isolated between heaven and earth. Suddenly, there was a sound of jingling in the small wooden house. Xiangsi was taken aback for a while, but couldn't help being overjoyed, and rushed in to see that Zhuo Wangsun was already making a mirror stage.The Tiandu sword was unparalleled sharpness, and within a moment, a delicate mirror stand came out.Zhuo Wangsun has not forgotten to carve a small lotus flower above the mirror. The damaged lotus belongs only to them.

Xiangsi glanced at him, Zhuo Wangsun was concentrating on carpentry, Xiangsi said softly: "Do you still want to give me a gift?" Zhuo Wangsun Man replied: "How do you know?" Xiangsi blushed, and said, "Actually, that one can't be given as a gift..." Zhuo Wangsun stopped, and said blankly: "What can't be given as a gift?" Xiangsi's face turned even redder, she waved her hands, and said, "Okay, okay, I didn't say anything." She suddenly smiled and turned her head away.Zhuo Wangsun looked at her with a frown, and suddenly his heart became clear.

She must have seen the decorations of Yan Daoming and others, and then related to Zhuo Wangsun's attitude towards her these days, she took it for granted that these decorations were made for her. Her heart was originally attached to Zhuo Wangsun, and after Gang Rinpoche and his party, she firmly believed that the two were destined for marriage and there would be no change.Seeing Zhuo Wangsun's tenderness at this time, and seeing the happy couplets and red lanterns posted by Mange, how can you not think about it?How could she have thought, and who had told her, that these happy events had nothing to do with her at all, they were someone else's prosperity?

What she can welcome is nothing but a blood-stained sword and Zhuo Wangsun's sword heart that will never change. She is destined to exist for the achievement of Zhuo Wangsun. Wouldn't it be too cruel for her to do this? Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help asking himself. You have an invincible swordsmanship, but she is your sword heart. How can such a swordsmanship be invincible?How could he use such a sword technique to save Xiaoluan? The Tianwu treasure wheel was warming on his chest, as if reminding him that he must get back his sword heart to achieve true invincibility. And all of this must be borne by lovesickness?Zhuo Wangsun's hands couldn't help shaking, his inner strength suddenly became uncontrollable, and with a loud click, the mirror stand he had just made in his hand broke into pieces and fell to the ground.

Zhuo Wangsun looked at the debris on the ground, feeling some pain in his heart. Lovesickness and Jianxin, in the end, did he just end up in vain? He shot out suddenly, and all the fragments on the ground turned into sharp swords. He rushed out of the wooden house, roared and swirled in the air, and slashed at the lake waves with lightning!Immediately, Manhu Qingbo was chopped up by this sword, and turned into a hundred feet of bright silver waves, soaring into the sky! Zhuo Wangsun slashed out with a sword, feeling something was wrong in his heart, he turned his head and smiled at Xiangsi: "I haven't used martial arts for many days, and I'm a bit bored...I'll do it again."

Acacia looked at him with a strong smile and nodded. The long sword made a jerky sound on the elephant wood, the sawdust fluttered lonely, the hearts of the two were also empty, and they didn't know where to go. At the same time, Yang Yizhi couldn't help being shocked, he couldn't help but ran out of the house and looked to the east.Suddenly, a strong sword energy flashed there! It was him, only him.He has faced this kind of sword energy many times before, and the world will never think of it as a second person. For some reason, Yang Yizhi suddenly felt an ominous premonition rising from his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it.He looked at the waves of mist rising from the lake in the east and remained motionless. It wasn't until the night fell that he saw Zhuo Wangsun holding Acacia's hand and returning from the lake in the east.Xiangsi leaned against him, smiling faintly, what a gentle and happy smile, it was the first time he had seen her smile like this. It turned out that this was the happiness I couldn't give her. There was a dull pain in Yang Yizhi's heart, and he wanted to turn around and leave, but a question suddenly crossed his mind: Why did Xiangsi laugh? Could it be that Princess Zhuo Wangsunshang would make her so happy?Or did Zhuo Wangsun not tell her the truth? What would Zhuo Wangsun think of her? Yang Yizhi frowned deeply, and then he saw Zhuo Wangsun's eyes. His heart couldn't help shaking, because he was very familiar with that look, it was the look he felt every time he stood quietly in front of Zhuo Wangsun. Every time, he could feel the cold killing intent in Zhuo Wangsun's heart.But now, this killing intent is also engraved deep in his eyes. That sword just now... The ominous premonition in Yang Yizhi's heart gradually became clear, he was determined not to run away, but to find out, he would never allow Xiangsi to suffer a little harm - because he really had nothing to cherish anymore.