[Sword Three] Morning and evening

The snow on Mount Hua never melts all the year round, and the mountain is covered with whiteness. The peaks soar up to the sky, and the snow on the peak rises and leaves, turning into flowing clouds lingering around the mountains.

Zuowang Peak is still as quiet as ever, the flying snowflakes are falling from the sky, the sky and the mountain are completely white.

The sound of the cranes is clear and sharp, echoing in the mountains. The red-crowned and black-necked cranes travel through the clouds and fly across the long and deep canyons. There are cedar branches intertwined on the cliffs. Kazuki fell white and fell into a deep ravine.

Mao shi, the hour when the sky is light.

The snow on the ground covered the soles of the shoes, and the hem of the blue and white clothes brushed against the piled snow blanket, leaving a scratch that was invisible to the naked eye.

Facing the clear morning light, the tip of the sword drew a semicircular arc in mid-air, and then the sharp blade pointed to the sky, and suddenly went obliquely downward through the air. Fast and ruthless, like a lightning strike.

There was a loud bang, debris splashed, and snow fell, and a deep sword mark had already appeared on the stone wall.The sound spread far away, startling the birds in the snowy forest, they all fluttered their wings and flew towards the sky.

The profuse snow subsided, and Zuowang Peak returned to calm.

Li Muxian held the sword in his right hand, neatly twisted the blade of the sword, and put the sword back into its sheath.

A crane with a black neck, white eyebrows and light gray wings flew out from behind the stone wall. His small black eyes rolled around, and seeing that he had put away his sword, he immediately raised his wings, flapping, flapping, as if throwing himself into a hug. Running forward, the thin claws left a trail of footprints on the snow.

"Squeak!" It stretched its long neck and screamed, looking very excited.Li Muxian looked at it silently, and the left hand that was not holding the sword moved slightly.Those bead-like eyes caught his slight movement, and immediately became more excited. The white crane rubbed its wings around his legs, and raised its neck to look at him eagerly.

Quick, touch it, right now!

Li Muxian pondered for a while, then raised his hand and tapped its forehead.

Bai He shook his wings excitedly, wanting more caresses, but saw that he had already lowered his hands, straightened his slightly messy clothes, and was about to leave.It immediately deflated and dropped its neck again.

Li Muxian didn't pay attention to it, as soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw a person standing under the snowy pine on the mountain road, as if he had been standing there for a long time.

Li Muxian frowned, he didn't notice his arrival.The black and white Taoist robe, the sleeves are outlined with crane feather patterns, the sleeves of the clothes are fluttering at first glance, and the breeze is blowing, as if they are about to fly away on the clouds, and they are even more chic in the fairy world.

The man smiled at him, his brows and eyes were like flowing clouds and the sky wind portrayed the handsome and smooth, and said: "Junior brother."

The soft-spoken voice melted the frost and snow on the top of Huashan Mountain slightly, as if rolling in the spring breeze in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

Li Muxian nodded slightly, as if he answered his greeting, and then walked straight past him.He walked five steps behind him before he paused and said, "I'm done practicing, brother, do what you want."

Then he walked down the mountain road.It's actually a sentence that doesn't mention going down the mountain.

Yun Suihe watched his figure disappear into the cloud mountain, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and walked to the front of the stone wall, and looked up.

On the flat gray-blue stone wall, there are hundreds of criss-crossing marks, each of which penetrates more than an inch into the wall stone, and the dents are extremely deep, which shows the sharpness of its sword.

He stretched out his hand to caress the line he had just engraved, and his fingertips were stained with a little stone dust, and he wiped it off with a slight rub of his fingers.

Again.He sighed, and suddenly heard a few clear calls from the side. He looked down and saw a black-necked and white-browed crane standing not far away, with his back facing him and shaking its wings.Its back is covered with a Tai Chi disc, tied with a black gauze ribbon.The Tai Chi plate is very thin, but it looks like a horse carrying a heavy load, with its neck drooping, listless, without any energy, not like a crane, but like a gray-white pheasant.

Yun Suihe coughed.Hearing the sound, the white-browed crane immediately straightened its neck and looked over. When it saw him, its eyes lit up, and the frustration of not being comforted by the master just now was swept away, and it ran towards him like a happy man.That is to say, this distance is not far, otherwise it will fly.

This is happy, those who don't know think it was raised by him.

"Yinxue." He called out its name, a bit dumbfounded.

Yinxue squeaked twice, and arched her head against his hand that was hanging at the side, Yun Suihe opened her palm, and touched the top of its head, the feathers were smooth, soft and warm.He smiled and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yinxue raised her head, her eyes were shining, she was obviously a bird, but her expression was very vivid.The precipitous land of Mount Hua, connected to the capitals of heaven and earth, inherits the aura of heaven and earth, and all birds and beasts are human.Chunyang is a Taoist fairy family, and the white cranes that are kept near Chunyang Palace are even more immortal. They are extremely loved by Chunyang's disciples and have a very high status.

But obviously, Yinxue had a rather aggrieved life.

Yun Suihe took out a small bag from his sleeve, opened the seal, and poured out a few grass seeds in his palm.

"That's all that's left, I'll take you to Feiyuchi in the afternoon." He held out his hand to Yinxue.

Yinxue propped up her wings, lowered her head and quickly pecked away the grass seeds in his palm, then raised her head and shook her neck, and screamed with all her strength, expressing her satisfaction.

Still should let the younger brother take it to play.Yun Suihe looked at the two tufts of long white hair above Yinxue's eyes and thought in a daze.But he either practices sword or reads all day long, and he never has free time.

Yun Suihe entered Chunyang at the age of seven. When he was 13 years old, he came back from a trip down the mountain with his senior brother. He saw a young woman kneeling at the gate of the mountain with a handsome boy, begging the head of the sect to take the child into Chunyang.

At that time, he still had a childlike heart, and most of the Chunyang Palace were senior brothers and sisters who were older than him. When he saw a boy who was about his age, he became interested, pointed at the boy and said to his senior brother: "This is my senior brother. , I won’t be the youngest in Chunyang’s generation in the future!”

Then he ran over again, yelling at the child with low eyebrows and narrow eyes: "I will be your senior brother from now on. If you want to learn from me, I can cover you."

The boy raised his face, his facial features were delicate, his eyes were hooked up, his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were a little unconvinced, as if he was saying, who wants to learn from you.

Yun Suihe couldn't help but chuckled when he thought of his appearance at that time.This stronger temperament has never changed, otherwise he couldn't have mastered the Chunyang Sword Art that he took five years to comprehend in just three years.It's not that he doesn't know that he is competing.

The pure yang mental method is divided into two schools, internal energy Zixia and external energy Taixu.When Yun Suihe cultivated Zixia, he originally thought that Li Muxian would follow him. After all, he loved to be competitive in everything since he was a child, but he didn't want him to cultivate Taixu Sword Intent.

As for the reason, it was probably because he accidentally heard Li Wangsheng, the head of Chunyang, sigh with emotion: "Since the senior brother left, the Taixu lineage is indeed not as brilliant as it used to be..."

The master's words originally meant to miss Xie Yunliu, the senior of the Sword Sect, but it fell into his ears and became a spur. From then on, he made up his mind to master swordsmanship, devoted himself to cultivation, and wanted to do his best to revitalize Taixu's lineage.

Over the years, his swordsmanship has been outstanding, standing out among his peers and attracting attention.

Everyone in the school said that he was talented and intelligent, but Yun Suihe, who happened to see him practicing sword in the middle of the night, knew that he was too ambitious, and he didn't want to be left behind, so he could only move forward desperately.

However, this time, the head of the sect ordered his disciples to go down the mountain to practice, and he was not among the five places.No wonder he was upset and ran here to vent.

Yun Suihe patted Yinxue's head, turned around and walked back the way he came, and Yinxue followed behind him.

I have to find a way to make my junior brother happy.He walked thoughtfully, raising his hand to brush off the bits of snow on his shoulders.

Li Muxian went to Zangshu Pavilion. A few days ago, he encountered a bottleneck when he was practicing mental methods, and he couldn't break through no matter what, so he wanted to find hints in the books of his predecessors.

"Senior Brother Mu Xian, it's really hard work to read books again." The gatekeeper disciple of Cangshu Pavilion greeted him with a smile.He nodded and walked straight into the pavilion.

The disciple who greeted him just now immediately whispered to the disciple on the other side: "I was talking about him before, a big brother in the Tai Chi Fa, who has beaten invincible hands all over Tai Chi Square."

The disciple on the opposite side nodded hastily, with yearning eyes in his eyes: "Is that the senior brother who refuses to practice Zixia Kungfu anyway? I heard from senior brother Zhuo that this is our model of Jianchun."

"Yes, yes, did you watch the same-door match last year? Senior brother beat three people with one column, and turned around only once!"

"When will I reach this state... Last time I planted flags with others, the aura was all over the floor, and I didn't know which one was which. Can you tell the difference?"

"Don't ask, asking is Sanchai swordsmanship."

From their admiration for the boss to the pain of planting the flag, the two of them were beating their chests and pouring out their bitterness when they saw a person strolling over, followed by a white crane that only took one step and one crooked.

"Ah, Yun..." The little disciple immediately looked over, and just opened his mouth to say "senior brother", but saw him stretch out an index finger to his lips.

He quickly closed it again, blinked knowingly, and pointed inside.

Yun Suihe smiled, stepped over the threshold and walked in.

The disciple next to him leaned on the door and poked his head in, whispering, "Is it Zixia's Senior Brother Yun?"

The little disciple looked excited: "Yes, I heard that Senior Brother Yun wanted to pull Senior Brother Li to repair Zixia back then."

"Then do you know how senior brother rejected him?"

"This," the little disciple recalled, looked up and said, "It seems that the senior brother blew up his town, and then said something..."

The disciple was full of interest: "What did you say?"

He imitated Li Muxian's appearance at that time, and said earnestly: "'So what about Qi Chun. Shanhe, you can blow it up if you want to blow it up'."

After finishing speaking, he looked yearning again: "So handsome..."

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