Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Daoist Ji Xiao has passed away.

The Hanshan Sword Sect held a sacrificial ceremony for him, and placed a memorial tablet in the ancestral hall.Countless sects and aristocratic families in the practice world traveled thousands of miles to the funeral, gathering at the foot of Hanshan Mountain to hear the funeral knell.More than a hundred people worthy of the name were taken up the mountain and entered the ancestral hall to express their condolences.

The north wind is tight in the winter moon, the snow is full of cold mountains, and the world is pure.

The sound of the bell shook the snow on the branches, Liu Xiaohuai shuddered subconsciously, put his hands in the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and quickened his pace.

Walking across the floating suspension bridge, the heavy snow gradually melted away, revealing the wet stone-built mountain road.As the peaks turned around, there was a warm wind blowing on the face, and the lush blue color hit the eyes.

Liu Xiaohuai rubbed his hands and sighed, "It's so warm."

At the end of the suspension bridge, there is a stone tablet engraved with the word Changchun.

Master Jixiao's Changchun Peak has arrived.

The mountain gate in front of you seems to be the entrance to another world. The stone steps are covered with fluffy moss, winding into a cloud of viburnum, green trees, apricot rain and pear.

Liu Xiaohuai turned around, across the swaying floating suspension bridge, he could only see the wind and snow killing, and the mountains were all white.

No matter how many times he had seen such a spectacle, he still felt extremely miraculous.

Because it has nothing to do with natural gifts, the good fortune of heaven and earth, every plant and tree in Changchun Peak is nourished by spiritual power.In the invisible dark place, multiple formations are quietly operating, making this place isolated from rain and snow, and it is as warm as spring day and night.

The cold mountain range is extremely cold, and the ice and snow do not melt all year round. Jixiao originally lived in the loneliest and highest Jietianya, and the cave is simple and clean.

But his Taoist companion had the problem of being afraid of the cold. After the two merged, in order to make the Taoist couple happy, Ji Xiao set up another family, chose a lonely peak with rich spiritual energy, set up a formation, and attracted hot springs.

Reversing the time of day, eternal spring.

Liu Xiaohuai heard from his senior brother that this peak formation method consumes [-] high-grade spirit stones every year.He has no specific idea of ​​how many [-] stones are there. After all, he is just a cleaning boy who receives three low-grade spirit stones from the deacon hall every month, and lives a contented life.

It is also hard for him to imagine how powerful Ji Xiao's "Invincible in the World" swordsmanship is - the so-called splitting mountains and splitting seas, penetrating heaven and earth, is a distant legend.Ji Xiao has been out of the sword for a long time.

Only the blooming flowers of Changchun Peak, the gentle warm wind, and the gurgling spring water are close at hand, which can be seen and felt.Liu Xiaohuai thought, to be able to achieve this level is probably the limit of a practitioner's power.

As for Daoist Jixiao's companion, it should be... the limit of a practitioner's luck.

Ji Xiao had no apprentices, let alone blood relatives, and had only one Taoist companion.

His Taoist companion is named Meng Xueli, he is nineteen years old, and he is the only one in Hanshan who can't and doesn't need to hold a sword.

For this Elder Meng, the Cold Mountain Sword Sect's attitude is very cold.

Practitioners have a long lifespan, and Taoist couples are partners who support each other.The avenue is on the top, and love is the last.

Even if Ji Xiao really wants to marry, it should be very meaningful, marrying a female Daoist, or a princess of the demon clan, or a prince of the demon clan.For Hanshan, for the peace of the Three Realms, for the well-being of millions of people... In short, it must be for something.

But three years ago in a snowy day, he brought back a person and announced to the world that Meng Xueli had become a Taoist companion who shared luck with him.

The joint registration ceremony was full of guests, the bell struck nine times, and congratulations came from all over the world.

Han Shan, who has retired for many years and doesn't care about worldly affairs, heard Xi Zhong, and called the head master to lecture him: "Ji Xiao has been devoted to the Tao since childhood, but who knows that he has been contaminated with worldly affairs. Otherwise, he is expected to make further progress and become the number one ascendant in this world." By."

Everyone silently agreed.Even though ascension only exists in legends, people think that if anyone can really do it, it should be Ji Xiao.

Meng Xueli, who was criticized as a "mortal matter", really has nothing to redeem.Three years ago, he was 16 years old, not long after he had introduced Qi into his body, and his aptitude was similar to that of the disciples of Han Shan's outer sect.

Hanshan Sword Dao is a way of penance, with strict precepts.Meng Xueli is afraid of the cold and prefers the warmth, and has a lazy temperament, which is incompatible with the temperament of the sect.

All the disciples respected Ji Xiao, dared not disrespect Meng Xueli on the surface, and secretly prayed every night by burning incense, hoping that the real person's aesthetics would return to normal.

But as the only sweeping boy in Changchun Peak, Liu Xiaohuai felt that Elder Meng was not as domineering and arrogant as the outside rumors said.

Feeding fish and raising flowers every day, no need to practice swords or meditate, if there is any crime, at most it is something for nothing.How to spread the word and become a crime worthy of death?

Elder Meng smiled and frowned, and would even say 'thank you, hard work' to him, with an easy-going attitude, no different from treating a deacon, head deacon, or even the head of the house.

Liu Xiaohuai felt a little uncomfortable thinking of this.In this situation, what will Elder Meng do in the future?What about Changchun Peak?

When I was thinking wildly, the courtyard was approaching. The flowers and trees in the courtyard were luxuriant, covered with shade, and there was a little snow-blue shadow in the deep and shallow green.Liu Xiaohuai gathered his thoughts and went forward to salute and say hello.

By the pond, a person was wearing a snow-blue brocade robe, leaning on the bamboo couch, sitting or not.The brocade robe is shining brightly, not like a practitioner, but like a young son of a wealthy and powerful family in the world.

He was peeling pine nuts, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, his fingers were slender and white and tender, like lotus flowers blooming on a pond.

Liu Xiaohuai said in a low voice: "Elder Meng, the real head of the sect invites you to attend the worship ceremony at the ancestral hall of the sect."

Before the words fell, another bell rang in the distance.The death knell resounds, and the birds fly away.

Meng Xueli looked up with a dazed expression, and the sparkling water in the pool reflected on his face, which was strange and bizarre.

Liu Xiaohuai wanted to say my condolences, but couldn't say it.Elder Meng won't cry suddenly.

"Do you want to eat pine nuts?" Meng Xueli asked calmly.

"Ah?" Liu Xiaohuai was taken aback, "No, I won't eat."

A handful of pine nuts were thrown into the pool by Meng Xueli, like falling petals, among the green lotus leaves, three golden and red koi competed for food.

Xiao Daotong looked nervous: "Master, please..."

Meng Xueli reassured: "I'll add some clothes and go. You can go back, you don't need to lead the way."

Xiaodaotong bowed and left with a sigh of relief.

"Whoa!"

After eating the pine nuts in the pool, the koi prancing and wagging their tails, splashing water.

"What kind of dance do you think Ji Xiao is dead?" Meng Xueli got up and brushed off her robe, and the pine nut shells crackled all over the floor.

Koi innocently spit bubbles.

A month ago, Master Jixiao left the customs and went to the 'outside the world' to seal the reincarnated Heavenly Demon. On the eve of his departure, he found Meng Xueli: "I have something for you, and wait for me to come back."

Meng Xueli's heart was ringing with alarm bells: "This is the most unlucky thing. If you have anything valuable, why not give it to me now."

Ji Xiao frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled, and drove away indifferently.

Seven days ago, the head of Hanshan came to Changchun Peak in person and brought bad news: the land outside the world collapsed, and Ji Xiao and the reincarnated demon died together, leaving no bones left.

Meng Xueli said, "I don't believe it."

Today, Han Shan holds a ceremony to worship Ji Xiao, and the death knell is low, as if telling him that this is the end of the matter, you have no choice but to believe it.

Meng Xueli looked down at the water: "Three years as a Taoist couple, it's time for him to express his feelings. He said in a daze that he would die if he died..."

"You have to give me an explanation."

If the koi could talk, they would scold the owner for being shameless——

Bullshit relationship, meeting three times in three years, can Ji Xiao remember what you look like?Even if Quan Hanshan dies, it will not be your turn to stand up for him as a false Taoist companion.

People in the world envy Meng Xueli's good luck, Ji Xiao's heart, 'Eternal Spring' is the proof.

In fact, Jixiao has been in seclusion all year round, Changchun Peak is empty and silent, and the only boy who sweeps the house is as timid as a mouse.Meng Xueli guards the lonely peak, and if there is a living person who can chat, he will not chat with fish.

After the union, the two lived their own lives.Ji Xiao was obsessed with cultivation as always, and Meng Xueli played with herself, and gradually learned to enjoy herself.If Ji Xiao hadn't died, the long time counted in hundreds of years would have passed by like this.

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Meng Xueli walked across the suspension bridge with a small hand stove in her arms, and the stone tablet engraved with the word "Changchun" was left behind.

The cold wind hit his face, and suddenly his cheeks felt cold, and he looked up at the fluttering snowflakes.

If you look down from a high altitude, the surrounding fields are white, only Changchun Peak is green, like a huge and gorgeous warm cage.

The formation covering the sky above the mountain was like an upside-down glass bowl emitting a faint halo.

For three years, Meng Xueli did not know the outside climate changes, and the spring and autumn alternated.At first glance, thousands of rocks are all white, and the mountains and forests are icy and clear, but it feels like a world away.

Following the sound of bells and chanting sutras, he strolled along the mountain path in a good mood, seeing everything fresh.

As we got farther away from Changchun Peak, we finally saw a figure.Occasionally, outer disciples wearing cold mountain Taoist robes walked by on the mountain road, with swords around their waists, or holding incense candles or melons and fruits.They walked in a hurry and looked solemn, but they couldn't see the slightest sadness.

When hearing the bad news for the first time, countless disciples who worshiped Master Ji Xiao shed tears. After seven days, everyone has become calm and firm.

Everything is just like the teaching of the head of Han Shan - "Han Shan, who has lost Ji Xiao, should be more united and tough, and must not mess up. Let outsiders think that we are seriously injured and weak and can be bullied."

For the Hanshan Sword Sect today, it was a tough battle without using a sword.

Meng Xueli went from Changchun Peak to the ancestral hall, passing Jietian Cliff on the way.

The highest point on the top of the cliff is said to be the cave where Ji Xiao lived before he joined. Every day, disciples go there to worship, sharpen their sword heart with the most bitter cold wind and snow, and feel the remnants of Master Ji Xiao's sword intent.

But Meng Xueli is afraid of the cold, so of course she won't ask for trouble and take the road of overcoming the mountains.

Fortunately, there is a secluded path halfway up the mountain. The steep plank road is built along the cliff, half embedded in the rock, and half suspended in the air.

There was no one around the path, so he suddenly stopped going.Between the crevices of the rocks, a wild plum stands tremblingly in the wind, budding.

"Squeak."

Meng Xueli stretched out her hand, broke off a section of flower branch, and shook off the snow on the branch.

A shout sounded from the other side of the plank road: "Elder Meng!"

Seeing Liu Xiaohuai who reported the letter just now came running towards him, he said pleasantly, "I was scared to death, I thought you lost your way, let's go, the head is urging you again!"

Xiaodaotong was panting, blushing, childish and cute, and was about to pull his arm as he spoke.

Meng Xueli laughed, and handed over the flower branch in her hand, as if she wanted to give it to the other party.

Daotong went to pick it up without hesitation, and the moment his fingertips touched his sleeve, Meng Xueli turned his wrist, and the flowering branches rose from bottom to top, wrapped in sharp aura, and hit the veins of the comer directly!

Daotong let out a scream, retreated in shock, flew three feet in the blink of an eye, his sleeves rolled up, and the snow gushed violently.

Meng Xueli clicked to the end, stood still with her hands down, and the broken red plum petals fell at his feet.

"You're not Xiao Huai."