I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Ning Yu jumped down from the martial arts arena, ignoring the astonished expressions of the young people around him, and left in a hurry.

He quickly returned to his courtyard, and was about to fold the paper crane to send a letter to Mr. Qingchuan, but he saw that Mr. Qingchuan had already passed the paper crane.

Probably bored of waiting, the paper crane had already started flying around the table with the imaginary ball on it. When it caught a glimpse of Ning Yu approaching, it immediately landed on the table obediently, pretending nothing happened.

Ning Yu couldn't control what it was doing just now, stepped forward and slapped the table hard: "Qingchuan!"

The paper crane was slapped by him and jumped twice before falling down. Soon, Qingchuan Jun's spiritual power connected to the paper crane.

"You're back, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Qing Chuanjun said, "I've probably found the general direction of that ghost, and I'm just waiting for you to come back..."

Ning Yu slapped the table again to interrupt Mr. Qingchuan. He took a few breaths and said with difficulty: "I have evidence..."

Qing Chuan only felt that his eyes jumped twice, and then realized that the paper crane was sent flying twice by Ning Yu. He wondered, "What evidence? The evidence that that man killed Yu Yingjun?"

Ning Yu shook his head, his pale lips slightly opened to say something, but before he could make a sound, they closed as if they were too frightened.

Qingchuan-kun raised his heart.

These years, Ning Yu has always been indifferent to anyone. Except for someone who is not afraid of death to mention Yuying Jun in front of him, Qing Chuan Jun has never seen his emotional fluctuations so much.

Ning Yu tried to speak again, but quickly gave up and closed his mouth.

Mr. Qingchuan was about to die of anxiety, he thought to himself: Damn, are you going to tell me or not?Not to mention I'm going back to feed the spirit beasts.

Ning Yu gasped for a few breaths, unable to hold back his beating heart, and felt his own hot body temperature belatedly.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, raised his hand to grab the paper crane and held it in his palm, and said in a deep voice, "Speak in another place."

Qingchuan-kun didn't know why, but he didn't ask again.

His vision was dark for a while, probably because Ning Yu held it in his palm. After a while, his eyes became dark for a while, and then, as if the sky was bright, a white light almost blinded his eyes.

Ning Yu put the paper crane on a stone beside him, and sat on the floor with his clothes lifted.

This is the top of the snow-capped mountains where Ning Yu often comes here, and the surrounding sky is full of snow, and the bone-chilling cold penetrates into his meridians along his body, slowly calming down his frantic mood.

Mr. Qingchuan flapped his wings and looked around, then looked at Ning Yu's closed eyes and gently inhaling, and sighed speechlessly.

He probably guessed the reason why Ning Yu was so abnormal.

Ning Yu slowed down for a while and finally returned to his usual expressionless face. He glanced at Mr. Qingchuan, took a deep breath, and the chill penetrated into his lungs along with his breath. I shivered from the cold.

Qingchuan-kun landed on the stone and listened attentively.

Ning Yu opened his magic pupils, his voice was so soft that it seemed to be dissipated in the cold wind on the top of the mountain.

"Yi Xuefeng, you're still alive." After he finished speaking, he frowned slightly, and after thinking about it, he added, "...It's very possible."

Mr. Qingchuan's heart is sure.

Ning Yu didn't expect Mr. Qingchuan to give him an answer. He seemed to be stumbling in the sea of ​​sand for a long time, and finally saw a life-saving oasis before he was dying. It was just an absurd dream like a mirage, which hit him in the head when he was most hopeful, and made him fall into a deeper hell.

Ning Yu was cautious as if walking on thin ice, even if he had evidence that could indirectly prove that Lin Fuyu was Yi Xuefeng, he did not dare to assert directly.

"Qieyun Sword..." Ning Yu said, "Although Qieyun Sword is not a rare magical weapon, it has lived for hundreds of years anyway. His previous master..."

The previous owner of Qieyun Sword was a sword cultivator who only knew how to kill. He only used Qieyun, who had already become a sword spirit at that time, as a tool. It is not a good sign that a sword cultivator is bloodthirsty.

With such a master, Qie Yun's life at that time was naturally worse than death. He had only recognized the master for 50 years, and he couldn't bear the abuse.

Few people will sign a "contract" to live and die together with sword spirits or spirit beasts. Instead of being damaged, the spirit body of the master after cutting clouds and devouring has become stronger, and was finally given by a sword master who had reached the top of the year. Sealed the soul, trapped in the body of Qieyun sword.

Until a hundred years ago, Yi Xue, who was still a half-grown child, entered the sword gambling workshop by chance and bought the rusty Qieyun sword.

Mr. Qingchuan was confused: "Ah, that's it."

So what happened to Yu Yingjun?

Ning Yudao: "Back then Xuefeng was only 13 years old. He didn't understand anything when he left the mountain for the first time. He got separated from me and entered the Gambling Sword Workshop by mistake. He bought the Qieyun Sword at the price of one spirit stone."

The Sword Gambling Workshop is not much different from the folk gambling stones. The shop is located in the busy street under Guihong Mountain, and it is full of swords without a master collected from all directions.

The reason why Gambling Sword Workshop is called gambling is because there is a seal on every sword, and no one knows whether this sword is a waste sword or ordinary iron, or a magic weapon with a real sword spirit.

In short, it's all about luck.

There are people coming and going in the Gambling Sword Workshop every day. Some people spend a lot of money but only get a handful of ordinary irons.

Mr. Qingchuan naturally knew it, he nodded: "Oh."

So, what happened to Yuying-jun?

Ning Yu was still talking.

"Xuefeng is very smart, none of his peers are as smart as him."

Ning Yu seemed to be lost in memory. He might not even know what he was talking about, and he chattered endlessly at Mr. Qingchuan uncharacteristically.

Yi Xuefeng has been smart since he was a child, and he can never forget a book after reading it once on weekdays. He is much better than Ning Yu, and Qiu Manxi often looks at him with emotion and hatred, saying: "Look Look at others, and then look at you."

Sometimes Ning Yu wished to make that "other people's child" stupid.

Clever Xiaoxue met Guihong Mountain and hadn't gone down the mountain for nine years. When he was 13 years old, his old father Qiu Manxi was finally willing to let his young apprentice go out to see the world, and watched Ning Yu take him down the mountain with tears in his eyes.

When Yi Xuefeng was a child, he was still a little chubby from being fed by Ning Yu, but when his body started to twitch, the baby fat on his face had disappeared, and his facial features became more refined, with a bit of deception that he didn't even know about.

He has grown a lot taller, his waist-length hair is carefully braided into a thick long bundle and hung on his left shoulder, and a small bell is hung at the end of his hair, which sounds very melodious when it bounces and rings.

Ning Yu ruthlessly walked ahead with his sword in his arms, Yi Xuefeng chased after him lightly, and the boyish brows and eyes were full of joy.

"Brother."

He had to call senior brother many times a day, but Ning Yu didn't bother to answer him, and continued to walk forward without squinting.

Yi Xuefeng persistently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked him: "Brother, do you think it's fun to go down the mountain?"

Ning Yu said coldly: "You have asked me seven or eight times a day."

Yi Xuefeng said: "But you didn't answer me."

Ning Yu said: "I'll be there soon, don't ask any more questions, just go back if you ask any more questions."

Yi Xuefeng has lived with Ning Yu for so many years, and he has long been aware of his knife-mouthed bean curd heart. He stepped on the stone steps with a smile, and when Ning Yu stepped forward two steps ahead of Ning Yu, he suddenly jumped forward and hugged him. The neck hangs on his back with a smile.

Ning Yu was staggered and managed to stand still. He glanced back and said coldly, "Come down."

Yi Xuefeng threw herself on his back and said, "I can't go down, my feet hurt so much."

Ning Yu mercilessly exposed him: "You just walked up the twenty stairs."

Yi Xuefeng said: "But it still hurts, brother carry me, brother is so brave, it shouldn't be a problem to carry mere Xuefeng."

Ning Yu was laughed angrily by him: "How can anyone call himself that? If you can't do it, you can't do it. Come down for me."

Yi Xuefeng hugged his neck and shouted: "Senior brother is mighty! Senior brother is brave!"

Ning Yu: "..."

After Yi Xuefeng finished shouting, she leaned on Ning Yu's shoulder and whispered: "You have heard my praise, so you have to recite it."

Dare to listen to him boasting that he still has to work?

Ning Yu was exhausted by his anger, and raised his hand to hold his leg so that he would not shake himself off: "Hold on firmly."

Yi Xuefeng immediately laughed happily, and obediently lay on Ning Yu's back, humming a song.

Even if Ning Yu was carrying someone on his back, his footsteps were extremely fast, but he went down the mountain in a short while.

The two went to the market at the foot of Guihong Mountain together. Yi Xuefeng was like a country bumpkin who had just entered the town. She was curious about everything she saw, and ran around pulling Ning Yu's sleeves, wanting to buy one and then another.

Ning Yu said: "I'm going down the mountain this time to get the scabbard from the sword workshop, so don't run around."

There were people coming and going in the market, and it was very lively. Yi Xuefeng was listening carefully to the yelling of the small windmill in front of him. He didn't hear Ning Yu's words. To his ear, loudly said: "What? Brother! What did you say?!"

Ning Yu: "..."

Ning Yu was almost deafened by his yelling, grabbed his hand and pulled him away, frowned and said, "I'll go to the sword workshop and get the scabbard."

Yi Xuefeng nodded half-understanding, picked up a small windmill, and asked, "Then can I buy this?"

Ning Yu said, "Didn't I buy it for you before?"

At that time, Xiao Xuefeng liked it very much, and even put him in a small bottle next to her bed. Every morning when she got up, she would lie on the table and blow the small windmill for a while before she would get up.

Yi Xuefeng said: "But that one is broken, it's been so many years."

Ning Yu was not interested in this kind of thing to coax children, but Yi Xuefeng kept blinking and looking at him eagerly, so he had to frown and pay for it for him.

Yi Xuefeng has not experienced much in the world, and his mind is extremely pure. He is as happy as a child when he has a small windmill, dangling it in his hand, and learning the sound of the wind blowing in his mouth.

Fearing that he would lose him, Ning Yu grabbed his wrist and walked to the busy street ahead. Today happened to be the Double Ninth Festival, and there were a lot more people on the street than usual.

Ning Yu hated places with many people, so he forcibly took Yi Xuefeng to walk forward, sometimes the hairs all over his body would stand up when his shoulder touched someone, but he still forcibly endured not draw his sword to cut people.

Without looking back, he took Yi Xuefeng to the sword workshop where he was going to get the scabbard, but when he turned around, he found that he was dragging a young man with a dazed face.

Ning Yu: "..."

The boy said slowly, "My lord, what's the matter?"

Ning Yu cursed secretly, shook off his hand, and went back to look for Yi Xuefeng.

The lost Yi Xuefeng waited for a while, almost being squeezed by the crowd. He struggled to survive in the cracks, and accidentally glanced at the word "Jianfang" on the plaque not far away, recalling Ning Yu What he just said, he hurriedly scrambled through the gaps in the crowd, and it took a long time before he finally reached the gate of the sword workshop.

Yi Xuefeng looked up and asked doubtfully, "Gambling Sword Workshop? Oh, it should also be a sword workshop."

Thinking of this, he happily went in to find his senior brother.

When Ning Yu followed the spiritual power of the bell in Yi Xuefeng's hair to find him, Yi Xuefeng was sitting obediently on a chair in Gambling Sword Workshop. There was a whistling sound, and there was a rusty sword in his arms.

There are people everywhere in Gambling Sword Workshop, crying and cheering intertwined, making people's heads big.

Yi Xuefeng just sat there obediently, holding a cup of tea in his hand, taking small sips, taking a sip from time to time with lowered eyes, so as not to drink the tea by himself.

For some reason, there was a man dressed as a servant watching him beside him, his eyes were full of calculation and vigilance.

Ning Yu glanced at it and probably knew what happened. He walked forward with a cold face and said, "Xuefeng."

When Yi Xuefeng heard Ning Yu's voice, she quickly put down the cup, and quickly walked to Ning Yu's side with her sword in her arms.

"Brother, you are here!"

Ning Yu said: "Tell you to follow me well, why run around? Aren't you afraid that I won't find you?"

Yi Xuefeng looked up at him, eyes full of admiration: "Senior brother will definitely find me."

Ning Yu choked for a moment, glared at him and said, "What's going on? What trouble have you caused?"

He glanced at the servant behind him, and then at Yi Xuefeng.

Yi Xuefeng also looked back at the boy, the boy didn't have any fluctuations in spiritual power, either he was just an ordinary person, or he was a monk with a higher level of cultivation than Yi Xuefeng.

Before Ning Yu came, Yi Xuefeng was simply wandering around the Gambling Sword Workshop, and accidentally caught a glimpse of a sword and thought it was very suitable for him, so he wanted to buy it directly.

The sword gamblers probably saw him as a child, and blindly looked at the sword that no one had paid attention to for many years, and immediately raised the price fiercely, asking for forty high-quality spirit stones.

In the folks, a middle-grade spirit stone can catch up with the expenditure of a family for half a year, let alone a high-grade spirit stone.

Although Yi Xuefeng hadn't experienced many things, but seeing the boy's expression, he knew that they were trying to trick him, and immediately said that he didn't have so much money, and turned around and ran away.

Gambling Sword Workshop finally met a bully who was willing to buy a useless sword, so naturally he refused to let him leave, and Yi Xuefeng was wearing countless rare treasures that Qiu Manxi had collected for him over the years. Either rich or expensive, how can there be no money.

Yi Xuefeng was forcibly trapped in the sword gambling workshop, so he had no choice but to reason with them: "I really don't have much money, and my master is still waiting for me to go home for dinner. If the sword is not sold, then it won't be sold." , how can you be like this?"

The little servant smiled and said: "But the young master just meant to buy this sword, how many spirit stones do you want to buy?"

Yi Xuefeng raised a finger.

Boy: "Ten?"

Yi Xuefeng: "One."

Boy: ''...

Yi Xuefeng said eloquently: "I looked at it for a long time, and no one cares about that sword at all, and its quality is so bad, you can tell it's a useless sword at a glance. You still raise the price so high, are you looking at me? You are young, you want to trick me?"

His eyes were pure and clear, as if he was just asking an extremely perplexing question, and the young servant at the side turned green when he heard it, probably he had never seen someone who spoke so straightforwardly.

Yi Xuefeng said: "I only have one spirit stone. If you sell it to me, I'll buy it. If you don't sell it to me, let me go. My senior brother will come over later. He has a bad temper."

The boy looked at him with difficulty, and said after a long while: "Okay, then you must break the seal of the sword here."

It would be fine if there was no sword spirit in the sword, they still earned a spirit stone; but if there really was a sword spirit in the sword, the person in front of him was just a child who hadn't formed an alchemy, and it would be easy to snatch it.

Yi Xuefeng looked at his gaze, probably sensed something, and said: "Okay, then I will wait for my senior brother to come over before unsealing."

After Ning Yu heard what happened, he glanced at the boy indifferently, his eyes were full of coldness.

In these years, Ning Yu's cultivation base has already reached Yuanying, but just one glance made the boy tremble, and secretly cried out, thinking that this kid's senior brother is actually such a powerful cultivation base, if he had known this, he would not have done it for a lifetime. Tossing the waste sword for so long.

He looked at Ning Yu with a sneer, and said, "Young master is too young, I'm just afraid that there is a sword spirit in this sword, he can't control it, and it has no other meaning."

Yi Xuefeng tilted his head, and said: "Could it be that there is a sword spirit in this sword, and I need you to help me control it?"

The boy's face immediately turned pale. This sentence was no different from saying that they were going to rob him by force.

Fortunately, nothing happened to Yi Xuefeng, and Ning Yu didn't bother to share his knowledge with him, so he took Yi Xuefeng's hand and walked out. The others didn't dare to stop them, so they could only watch them leave.

As soon as Yi Xuefeng went out, she threw herself directly on Ning Yu's neck, her eyes shining brightly: "Senior brother is too powerful, you don't even know what they did to me before you came, lest I run away and lock the door It’s blocked, so angry, if you don’t want to sell swords, don’t open a sword shop.”

Ning Yu looked at him coldly, raised his hand and slapped him on the head, and said: "The Gambling Sword Workshop is mixed with fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of people. Those who can open the Gambling Sword Workshop are not good at it. Fortunately, this is a Fantie useless sword, otherwise your life will be in danger today."

Yi Xuefeng covered his head and muttered in a low voice: "The seal hasn't been opened yet, how does senior brother know it's a useless sword?"

Ning Yu said: "Are you really planning to open the sword in that sword workshop?"

Yi Xuefeng said: "No, if I really have a sword spirit when I open the sword, they will definitely not let me go, I will wait for the senior brother to come to support me."

He said, showing a bright smile at Ning Yu: "Brother, is Xuefeng smart?"

Ning Yu snorted and ignored him, this time holding Yi Xuefeng's hand tightly so as not to catch the wrong person again.

Yi Xuefeng was still asking him: "Senior brother, you haven't praised Xuefeng for being smart yet. If it were someone else, I would have been terrified. Am I not afraid of danger, and I have the air of a general? Hmm? Hmm? Senior brother!"

Ning Yu couldn't bear his disturbance, so he could only perfunctorily say: "Yes."

"Xuefeng is really smart."

Mr. Qingchuan looked at Ning Yu who seemed to be stuck in memory, and heard him say "Xuefeng is very smart" many times in a row, as if showing off his own genius child, with a rare hint of pride in his eyes.

Qingchuan-kun: "Huh? Sword Master, what then?"

What happened to Yu Yingjun? ?

The author has something to say: Mr. Qingchuan: I’m so angry, I want to go home and feed the spirit beast.Come read the novel!It's fast, my dear!