Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Little Night Lover's Words

It was a long night of heavy rain, but the people sleeping outside were unaware. The rain poured down from the tiles of the eaves, like a dense and thick bead curtain, separating the two people drinking each other on the Zhanbi Tower from the outside.Outside is the noise of the boiling rain, the red candles are burning high on the tall buildings, the curtains are drooping, but the air is so quiet that even the wind feels tired. This evening banquet started in the evening and lasted until midnight.Even the actress who was singing a cappella to accompany her was so tired that she resigned, but the two who reunited under the lamp after a long absence and had a good talk had no intention of breaking up.

A sword was placed horizontally on the table, emitting a cold and sharp light in the candle shadow night. The woman sitting at the east end was dressed in plain clothes, she could not be said to be young, she was about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, but she had a beauty that even a young woman could hardly match - when she was silent, her eyes were calm and her facial features It may not be outstanding, but when he speaks and speaks, there seems to be a certain charm flowing, and the whole face is full of indescribable charm. A man sitting across from her was also standing up, wearing a white robe and a long sword, and his brows were frosty when talking and laughing.The copper pot was leaking, and the red candle was burnt to pieces. Speaking of excitement, the woman suddenly raised her hand and smiled, "Shen Xun, according to the old rules—let's compete with swords!"

"It's also an old rule. You can't draw your sword out of its sheath. Xiao Xie." The man in white sitting across from him raised his eyebrows and smiled, and put down his wine glass. "Okay!" The rain was still falling, the sleeves of the woman called "Xiao Xie" rolled up, and the long sword leaped from the desk, "Turn back to the archway a hundred feet away, the first to go back to the building wins—lose Anyone who splashes rain on his clothes will be fined three cups." Xiao Xie raised her eyebrows and smiled, and she had already fled from the window of Zhanbi Tower like a flying swallow. The vast rain curtain and the dark night swallowed her slender figure in an instant.When she rushed out, there was a gust of wind, and then the wind and rain outside quickly rolled in and hit him in the face.Looking at the figure of the woman who was about to disappear into the corner of the eaves, Shen Xun raised his hand, and the sword at his waist leaped out of the scabbard, drawing traces of dazzling light - he tapped his toes, and then flew out of the window.

In the dark night, the raindrops are like tiny silver needles, hanging down from the sky.However, they didn't land on his lapel, as if they were kicked back by invisible energy, they flew away one after another. Shen Xun's toes touched the eaves horned animal head tiles, and the wind and rain whizzed by his ears. Xiao Xie's lightness skill is superior to his, but obviously because he started first and didn't use all his strength, he had already rushed to her side in a few ups and downs, and with a long sword, he slanted towards her. Pare off.The moment the sword was drawn, before the sword came, the woman's clothes trembled slightly as if blown by the night wind.

"Okay!" With a soft drink, Xiao Xie's figure seemed to be blown by the breeze, flying out of the sword like a paper man, graceful and incomparable.When the body was flying in the air, the long sleeves were lightly pulled up, and the sword was also stabbed out.The sword was still in its sheath, but the sword energy had already permeated the rain, and the violently falling raindrops flew out like silver needles. "Ding", the two swords did not touch, but there was a visible and qualitative crisp sound.The two had exchanged a move just now, but their figures didn't stop at all, and they rushed towards the virgin square in front of them.Stepping on the wet glazed tiles under their feet, the speed of the two of them was extremely fast, not lagging behind by half a step, and they were almost walking side by side.

Plain clothes and white robes, under the pitch-black night, I saw two white rainbows passing by, and between the white rainbows, there was faint light of thunder and lightning. The long sound of "ding" lasted endlessly, but in fact, if you listen carefully, it is composed of countless extremely short clashing sounds - the moment they ran ten feet side by side, the distance between the two was like lightning. Dozens of moves are fought like flint, evenly matched. "It's here!" The night wind blew their long hair, and Xiao Xie looked at Shen Xun with a smile in his eyes.With a clear shout, he lifted up, lightly tapped the stone lintel of the archway with his finger, turned back, and rushed to the brightly lit Zhanbi Building first.

However, as soon as she turned around, the sword energy was imminent, and Shen Xun's sword force had already blocked her way first.Raising his eyebrows and smiling as if it was a challenge, Xiao Xie Hengjian counterattacked - for a moment, as if a hallucination, there seemed to be a red shadow between the eyebrows of the plain-clothed woman.The beauty sword is still in the sheath, but the crimson sword energy suddenly comes out through the scabbard! "Heaven and Man Art?" Shen Xun was shocked when he saw the moment when the sword energy surged, and suddenly there was a long howl, the sword in his hand vibrated, and he caught the blow of the magic weapon abruptly, "You have finally mastered it? "

"Mengxun swordsmanship?" Seeing the sword he returned, the woman in plain clothes was also delighted, "Okay, you have made great progress this year!" "I'm number one!" A white rainbow pierced through the window of Zhanbi Building like lightning, turned over and landed in the air, and Shen Xun couldn't help blurting out with joy——At that moment, this hero who was already well-known in the Jianghu had a smile like a child , "Xiao Xie, this year's meal seems to be in your favor." At the last moment, she was blocked by Shen Xun's sword energy. After a slight delay, she was preempted, and the plain-clothed woman who almost fell to the ground couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. After thinking about it, she smiled: "This banquet It’s only fifty taels of silver—the sword in your hand is much more than that, right?”

Shen Xun subconsciously lowered his head to look at the long sword in his hand, only slightly concentrating his true strength, and with a shake, there was a soft "cha", a crack spread out along the spine of the sword, covering the entire long sword in an instant. "It's useless again. This 'Zhuanpo' is still the famous sword of ancient Yue. Unexpectedly, it still can't be hit by your beauty sword." With a sigh, he threw the long sword on the ground, and Shen Xun felt helpless. Traveling around the world, I also want to find a good saber—but you see, every time I find one, it becomes like this when I fight against your beautiful sword."

"I also know that I have taken advantage of the weapon, so I agreed to keep the sword out of its sheath." Although the round of sword competition was short, it was already done with all its strength, and Xie Hongying's eyes were slightly tired again. However, the look on his face was stretched and joyful, "I didn't expect it to be like this just by taking out the sword energy." Shen Xun in white smiled slightly, and nodded: "The lady with hairpins, the beauty sword——Xie Hongying's name is true. Although you have lived in seclusion for ten years, so far, among the generation of martial arts girls, I am afraid that there is no one who can surpass you, right?"

"The Scarlet Sword is the best in the world. As for the woman with hairpins...it's an old story, what can I do with it." Xie Hongying shook her head and smiled wearily, pulled out her sword, and looked down. The moment the sword was pulled out, it seemed to be forced by the invisible sword energy, the candle on the table dimmed, and even the cold rain that poured into the window receded outwards!The shadow of the candle turned red, casting the graceful profile of the woman holding the sword onto the screen.However, what is surprising is that the shadow cast by the long sword turned out to be only the hilt but not the body of the long sword! It was a long sword that was as transparent as crystal, its color was crimson, and under the candlelight, it flowed with clear light and vigor.The sword blade is crimson, made of unknown type of gold and stone, it is as clear as crystal, and there are deep red stripes stretching like water on it. ——However, such a magic weapon has a fly in the ointment, but there is a long damaged gap on the sword. Holding the sword to illuminate the shadow, the sword light reflected the woman's dimpled face, making Xie Hongying's pale face a bit bloody. Beauty sword. Three hundred years ago, Mo Zhu, the number one swordsmith in martial arts, and another mysterious person jointly forged two swords: the Hero Sword and the Beauty Sword.According to the legend, it was the Emperor of Heaven who was sincerely moved by the swordsmith and went down to earth to assist him in forging the sword.In order to cast these two swords, the Bicheng Mountain was broken for thousands of years to produce tin, and the Ruoye River was dried up for thousands of years to produce copper.When casting swords, Lei Gong strikes iron, Yu Niang pours water, Jiaolong holds the stove, and the Emperor of Heaven loads charcoal.This pair of swords has just been forged by the master swordsmith, Mo Zhu, who has devoted himself to forging and milling for ten years. After the sword is completed, the gods return to heaven, Bicheng Mountain is closed as before, and if the river rises again, Mo Zhu dies exhausted, leaving only one sentence: the beauty of a hero, belongs to the dragon and phoenix among people.Only then did everyone realize that the two swords merged into one place as soon as they were put down, as if there was a strange magnetic force attracting each other. Because of that pair of swords and that sentence, how many turbulent waves have been set off in the martial arts in the hundreds of years after the death of the swordsmith. Cheats and sharp weapons have always been the target of competition among people in the martial arts.However, the separation and reunion of this pair of swords over the past century is thrilling.The Hero Sword and the Beauty Sword fell into the hands of different martial arts masters one after another. However, they often get together less and leave more, and are owned by male and female martial artists who are unfamiliar with each other, and rarely belong to the same place. The last time the two swords merged was ten years ago. Fang Liuyuan.Xie Hongying.This pair of martial arts lovers, both won the hero sword and the beauty sword, for a moment the hero shakes the sword and screams, and the beauty pours out her voice and sings, what a beautiful scenery. It's a pity that such a grand event was only for a while... After that, all kinds of changes will be more thrilling than the combination of two swords before. Seeing the beauty sword in the hands of her confidante under the lamp, Shen Xun's eyes also changed slightly, and he sighed imperceptibly. However, when he sat back at the banquet in Zhanbilou, he continued the topic before the sword competition, talking about all the experiences he had traveled in the past year, snow mountains, quicksands, deserts, deep valleys... and countless thrilling journeys in between. Another year has passed since the last gathering.They had already made an appointment to meet in Zhanbi Tower every year on the Double Ninth Festival, to talk about the events of the year.Although they have been friends for more than ten years and know each other better than anyone else, but unlike the rumors in the martial arts, the friendship between them has always been gentlemen. "So, it turns out that you also killed the Damo Demon Knife?" Xie Hongying couldn't help but ask as he listened with interest. In the middle of a year, you have achieved a lot in the world of swords -- no wonder your reputation is getting bigger and bigger." When she raised her head, she happened to be facing the candlelight with her face up. At that moment, a bright color burst out like lightning, illuminating the dimly lit Zhanbi Tower, which made people dare not look at it.As if the silent pride was aroused by the travel in the rivers and lakes that my friend said today, I raised my arm and patted the saber lying on the table: "It's great to have an old friend like you!...Envy. Like you Acting like this is worthy of the words 'sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes', unlike me." "Oh, it's just to travel thousands of miles and punish the demons in all directions." Shen Xun took a sip of the wine in his glass and smiled, his brows were already frosty, "Xiao Xie, I don't like quietness as much as you do. But you can practice with a calm mind." Just the sword." "In this Jianghu, since there are people who like to hide, there must be people who use their swords." A little tiredly, Xie Hongying wiped a hot and soft tear from the burnt red candle, "You really are better than you every year!" It was even more powerful in one year, and now I am afraid that you can be the number one in the world. I really don’t understand why you declined to be the leader of the Jianghu alliance——Old leader Yan has always favored you, and this martial arts inventory, there is no There is a more suitable candidate than you." "With Lady Xie here, how dare I call myself number one in the world?" Shen Xun smiled faintly, poured her a glass of wine, but avoided her last question.Focusing his eyes on the saber the other party placed on the table, he nodded slightly: "With this beautiful sword, who in the martial arts world would dare to underestimate you, Xie Hongying?" "Ha." Xie Hongying rubbed the red tear in the palm of her hand, and the hot and soft candle tears gradually became cold and hard in her palm. She shook her head lightly and smiled, "I only hope that the world's martial arts will forget about it as soon as possible." I am a good person... I have retired from Xiling for so many years, but because of this sword, I still cannot live in peace." "Another person came to disturb you?" Seeing the tired face of the woman under the candle, Shen Xun frowned slightly, "You are hiding enough, but those people are hard to find. Shall I get rid of some for you? " "It's a crime to carry a jade, and the reputation is tiring. Of course, there will be people who will continue to challenge me-but don't bother you, I can handle it. Since I was able to grab this sword back then, why can't I still hold it?" Xie Hongying She brushed her hair, but her eyes showed a look of arrogance, she suddenly laughed and looked at the other party, "Fortunately, you are not a woman, so there is no need to fight for this beauty sword, otherwise... oh, maybe we still have to fight!" Let's get started." "I want to fight, and I don't want to fight for the beauty sword. It's serious to inquire about the whereabouts of the hero sword." Shen Xun smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, but didn't drink it, and looked at it in his hand. Looking at the rain outside the window falling into the cup, "It's been ten years——Hong Ying, your obsession is not ordinary." "Heh, huh. You can talk about others." Holding the sword under the lamp, he lowered his head to look carefully, put his finger on the spine of the sword lightly, and stroked the gap on the sword. Xie Hongying suddenly laughed lightly, "You Look—what's this?" Shen Xun's hand holding the cup paused slightly, and suddenly ripples arose in the mirror-like cup.He turned his head away, as if he didn't want to look at the sword mark—what else could leave such a scar on the beauty sword, besides the hero sword?It seems that just like the two swords clashed ten years ago, leaving an irreparable rift, the scar was also severely scratched in the heart of the holder of the two swords, right? "This is especially the case with swords, how can people be so cruel." Without further words, he stood up tall.It was raining hard outside, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, mixed with heavy rain, and suddenly it drenched the head and face of the woman standing in front of the window.She didn't dodge, she stood dumbly, and the rainwater flowed down her beautiful and unparalleled cheeks.However, the remnant lamp was on and off, silently, it could be seen that she was already in tears in the rain. "I'm sorry." Shen Xun put down the wine glass and was silent for a moment, as if he was listening to the patter of rain outside the window, but his eyes were full of sighs, "It seems that every time we get together, we will make trouble when we mention this matter Parted unhappy." "As expected of an old friend of ten years - I thought that the eight winds that I have cultivated in seclusion these years will not change, but you can always make me angry when you open your mouth." Xie Hongying stood by the window, turned her face to the night rainy sky, After a long time, he said softly: "Over the years, you have traveled so many places, but... have you not heard of his whereabouts?" "Fang Liuyuan?" Knowing who the "he" was in the woman's mouth, Shen Xun still said these two clearly, seeing Xie Hongying's face turn pale, and clenched his lips. "I have been looking for him carefully for the past ten years, but there is also no news." Seeing that Xie Hongying's expression still changed after ten years, Shen Xun's eyes changed, and there was a silent sigh, "Actually, the whole world is in the same place." Look for him—the Hero Sword disappeared with him, how many people want to find it, but there has been no news for ten years." "I think, unless he is sure of defeating me, he will never appear again." He continued to look out the window, letting Ye Yu pounce on his cheeks, but Xie Hongying's tone was sad and indifferent, "He ...does he hate me to death?" Shen Xun doesn't speak. Every year, when this topic is discussed in the small gatherings, there will always be such an awkward and heavy atmosphere. Ten years ago, Fang Danghua's young Xie bid farewell to the rivers and lakes and retired to Xiling, a lonely mountain. However, ten years of hard and peaceful life obviously still failed to heal the wound in her heart—just like the scar on the beauty sword. Same, still shocking. And is there still the same scar on the heroic sword that wandered somewhere? Does the person holding the sword also have such an unbearable pain of looking back on the past?