Blue waves, green waves and thousands of gurgling springs,

Go down and catch the sky on the flowing water.

Climb to the top of the mountain to see the clear autumn scenery,

Sloughed off from the mud body in the human world.

——Yong Liu

The morning light slowly opened her charming eyes, and her slender and thick golden eyelashes covered the sky. From the gap of her lightly opened eyelids, she glanced at the unawakened willow bank of Slender West Lake, and her expression became restrained. She hurriedly covered her face with a cloud of clouds.

, buried it in the lake again, probably intending to touch up some more makeup.

The turquoise willow silk beside the lake is charming and lively, rich in color yet bright, and envelopes the lake. How can Feng Yun not be envious of that indifferent and proud demeanor?

In the past, Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty visited the south of the Yangtze River six times, and he stayed here all the time.

And those wealthy businessmen with hundreds of thousands of dollars are also flocking to this place.

The elegant scholars who rode a crane down to Yangzhou never hesitated to praise him.

Going back twenty sixty years since the Qing Dynasty,

This place is still called Guangling, and the water is still the gurgling water of the ancient Hangou. The only thing that has not changed is the intoxicating style of this lake.

A wisp of autumn wind blew by,

A bunch of willow branches fell off together, and the willow leaves scattered and danced in the wind.

Of course the autumn wind keeps blowing the willow branches,

But caught in the morning breeze, there is a sword wind that is gentler than the autumn wind.

The young man here is dressed in white,

Stretch your arms like wings,

Moving like a dancing crane,

splashing Yao light,

Painting landscapes.

In the mist,

Light and shadow reflect on the lake surface,

Looking from a distance, it looks like weaving a dream.

When the sword energy suddenly subsided, the sword light suddenly disappeared and disappeared into the sheath on the young man's back, but the sound of the sword was still like a dragon's roar, with endless aftershocks.

Huh?

At this time, a soft cry suddenly came from the other side, and a girl in a green shirt emerged from the willow shade.

In the dim morning light, she looked like an elf floating out of the willow forest, five feet tall and graceful, taking in the beauty of the lake for a moment.

The breath between heaven and earth also paused, and the wind gradually stopped.

I saw the young girl taking off the bamboo hat on her head and throwing it into the water. She moved slightly and spread her wings like a kite, making a graceful arc in the air.

The point where the toes fall is exactly on the thrown bamboo hat.

The flying swallows flew back and forth, with only two ups and downs, they almost crossed the lake.

The surrounding willow branches were all bowed and motionless, and the bamboo hat in the lake only made a few silent ripples. In this picturesque smoke, only the girl was flying, dragging out an afterimage across the water and sky.

White space in between.

The young man in white seemed to be fascinated, seeing that the green shadow was still a few feet away from the shore, but he still stood there blankly.

Just listen to the girl scolding, "Idiot! Pick someone up!"

Immediately, a long rainbow broke through the clouds, and the early autumn sun, who had just touched up her makeup and tried to appear again, closed her eyes sadly.

The young man understood immediately.

In the rush, his body looked a little clumsy, but his progress was still extremely fast.

I saw him rising from the shore with his feet, the long sword behind him leaving the box with a slight whistle, and holding it under the girl's sword, he turned gracefully and fell to the shore again.

The girl used this support to flip over the young man's head lightly, but without sheathing her sword, she made a sword flower in the air, covering the young man's moving path.

If he was forced by this sword, the young man in white would have no choice but to fall into the lake in embarrassment.

He was startled at this moment. He raised his head and looked up, only to see the turned-up sleeves of clothes stained with gold edges in the rays of light, fluttering like a phoenix tail.

In the lazy halo of yellow light, it was impossible to see the other person's facial expression at all.

But he didn't read a trace of murderous intent from the sword wind, so he already had a plan in his mind, and was not in a hurry to dodge. He raised the sword in his hand over his head, and slashed straight from the palace with his backhand.

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This change only happened in a blink of an eye.

On the other hand, the girl was floating in the air and couldn't help but use her strength. She had no choice but to strike with her sword and turn her body backward to make way for the place to stay by the lake.

The two swords clashed, and there was a muffled sound, like the roar of a dragon and the chirping of a phoenix, or a tiger's claws grazing an eagle's beak. It was not like the ordinary clang of gold and iron.

The young man knew that the opponent must have a very hard sword in his hand, and he hurriedly checked whether his beloved sword was damaged.

The girl in green clothes giggled, "Sure enough, the sword is really good! Junior Brother Qing, can you borrow the sword and take a look?"

The young man had an innate sensitivity to swords. He could tell from the buzzing sound of the sword that it was nothing serious just by touching it with two fingers.

At this time, he heard the girl's call and looked up curiously, "You? Senior sister?"

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the boy named Qing, "My master is your master's senior brother. Should you call me senior sister? You are really stupid. How did you use the six-dragon movement to control the sky just now?"

The newly born red sun was hit one after another. At this time, it could only hide in the distance and secretly glance at the couple.

His gentle gaze fell on the side of the girl's face, dyeing her eyebrows and hair tips golden, and stretching her already green and upturned eyelashes into exaggerated arcs of light.

Under the eyelashes is a pair of typical phoenix eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly curved upward, and the large and bright pupils reflect the divine golden light in the morning sun.

Probably because of the thick eyelashes, or because of the large and clear pupils, the plump eyelids also look particularly playful, perfectly hiding the only flaw in the phoenix eyes.

No matter who such a pair of eyes is looking at, it is difficult for his eyes and his mind to spread beyond this pair of eyes.

He couldn't even notice her delicate nose, playful lips, and soft and delicate neck and cheeks.

Since even the morning sun was so mesmerizing that he still couldn't lift his whole body up from the water and the sky, the young man couldn't control himself.

It wasn't until he felt a light touch in his hand that the long sword that was inseparable from his body like a limb was gently grabbed by the other party, then he smiled awkwardly.

Chixia cleverly concealed the embarrassment on his face, but she could not hide the unnaturalness in his voice.

"Oh, um. Riding on six dragons to control the sky. Is this a metaphor for the Qian hexagram? Flying into the air to strike and walking against the light. It's quite appropriate."

"Hey? This is the basic routine of our 'Qian Lei San Luo'. Didn't Master teach you? What about 'Xunlan Wu Qi'? How many times have you learned it?"

The young man scratched his head and murmured, "I, I have never learned. I don't have a master either. Although Uncle Chen taught me how to learn swordsmanship, he only let me call him uncle and refused to let me become a master."

"That's surprising. What did you learn?"

"Uncle Chen only taught me some swordsmanship and some basic movements, and then just explained the Yi Jing to me and let me understand it on my own. Uncle Chen also said that my father used to have exquisite swordsmanship, which was beyond the Yi Jing. He could only use what my father taught me.

The path to enlightenment was pointed out to me, but I dared not teach me on behalf of my father.”

The girl snorted and said disdainfully, "Old antique! That's all, your father is also my senior uncle, and I am your senior sister no matter what."

Although Uncle Chen had never told him about his sect's past and what other sect members he had.

But the young man devoted himself to understanding the way of swordsmanship. Although he had never practiced any moves, his understanding of swordsmanship was quite profound. So he took the sword from the girl in green and no longer had any doubts about her. He bowed respectfully and said, "Qingyun has met senior sister."

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The girl smiled proudly and waved her hand carelessly, "Well, seeing as you are so well-behaved, I won't care about you. My name is Hucaiting. By the way, junior brother, this sword of yours...eh?"

The girl was playing with the sword she took from Qingyun.

It was a broad-edged iron sword with an ancient style and moiré patterns.

It is neither the narrow horizontal blade used by the Xianbei people in the contemporary north, nor the iron-ridged double hoe popular among the southern people in the Song and Qi Dynasties.

Hu Caiting carefully identified the three obscure insect and bird seal characters etched on the bottom of the sword, "Could this be..."

"Oh, senior sister, this sword is called 'Qian Chang Duan'. It is said to be the sword of Gan Jiang, a master swordsmith in the Warring States Period. It is a relic of my father."

Hu Caiting was angry and happy when he saw that his junior brother had no authority and had honestly exposed the bottom of his treasure.

Seemingly out of the instruction of not coming back but not being disrespectful, she reluctantly pulled out the dagger at her waist.

The short sword was no more than a foot long, and its style seemed much more fashionable than the broad sword.

The sword has a sharp edge and has been tempered very carefully.

The patterns created by thousands of hammerings are carefully and neatly stacked together to reflect the unique scale light. Looking from a distance, it actually seems to be covered with a thin layer of pink halo.

The entire dagger only has two gold inscriptions engraved on the boring side, which are the only design elements that can reflect a sense of age.

Hu Caiting explained seriously, "Your 'Qian Chang Duan' sword and my 'Qu Li' sword actually have quite a relationship.

At that time, the sword-making skills of the Yue people were the best in the world. Gan Jiang from the Zhou Dynasty and Ou Yezi from the Yue country worshiped Mr. Mo Da, the number one swordsmith in the Yue Kingdom.
To be continued...