Luo Yunqing cried. This was the first time Yu Qiu Shui saw him cry. It was normal for a child of his age to cry and fuss, but Yu Qiu Shui thought he would never cry because he always looked so cool.

Innocent, lively and shameless.

"I am indeed not the apprentice of Luo Shenjiang. Peach Blossom Swordsman Luo Xiaofeng, he was the only apprentice of Luo Shenjiang, but he loves to study swordsmanship. One day he asked the master when he could go down the mountain, because he wanted to go to this world

Let's have a go. Luo Shenjiang told him that one day, he can make the strongest sword in the world, and then he can go down the mountain."

Luo Yunqing was talking while drinking wine, and two lines of clear tears hung on his face, making him look weak and pitiful.

"Luo Xiaofeng was less than thirty years old at that time, and he was young and energetic. He said that there is no strongest sword in the world, only the strongest swordsman. So one day, he insisted on going down the mountain and abandoned his wife.

He abandoned his newly born child and took away the first iron sword he made in the sword furnace. That year was the year when the Sword Immortal Ranking was first established. Countless swordsmen went to Mandu City, hoping to be on the Sword Immortal Ranking.

Leaving a foothold. Luo Xiaofeng naturally did the same. He wanted to prove that what he said was right. He took an iron sword and set out on the road. Full of confidence, he was defeated outside Taohua Village. A

A drunkard, a peach branch, but he won the top spot on the sword immortal list that year."

"He shouldn't go, he shouldn't go. I told him that when he meets a real master and a sword, the sword in his hand will become his biggest weakness." Yu Qiushui held his head and looked in his eyes.

Free as a spark, he chattered endlessly.

"Yes, this is how Xiao Ruyi defeated Luo Xiaofeng. Luo Xiaofeng was not dead at that time, but it was no different from death. The days when he could not touch the sword were simply torture for a swordsman who was addicted to swords. Just now.

Half a year ago, Luo Xiaofeng died at the hands of an unknown swordsman. He died peacefully with a smile on his face." Luo Yunqing stared at Yu Qiushui, his eyes inexplicably sad and resentful.

"Yes, I killed him, I killed him. Hahahaha!" Yu Qiushui suddenly laughed loudly. There were not many people around. When they heard the sudden wild laughter, they all looked strange.

Look at him.

"I met Luo Xiaofeng outside Taohua Village back then. He invited me to go to Mingjiang Pavilion to participate in the Sword Immortal Competition but I refused. So he went alone and was lucky enough to win the top spot on the Sword Immortal Ranking." Yu Qiushui's

His eyes suddenly became empty again.

"Later, in the competition between him and Xiao Ruyi, the sword was indeed broken. He lost that game and also lost his qualification as a swordsman. He was in pain and kept trying to stand up again. Until half a year ago,

He told me that he was seriously ill and wanted to die by my sword."

Yu Qiushui bit her lip tightly. Only in this way could the resolute swordsman not cry.

"So I fulfilled him. If you want revenge, come to me. When I defeat Xiao Ruyi, I will give you my life."

"I've heard another theory." Luo Yunqing listened quietly, the tears in the corners of his eyes gradually dried on his face, fading away the blush on his cheeks.

"He said that you had no self-confidence back then and insisted that you could only be worthy of being called a swordsman if you owned a sword, so you were unwilling to participate in the competition with a mahogany sword. So Luo Xiaofeng went, and he wanted to pass himself

Let me tell you with my strength, it is the swordsman who makes a sword, not the sword that makes a swordsman."

"But he lost." Yu Qiushui said stubbornly.

"He didn't lose. He really didn't take Xiao Ruyi's sword back then. He didn't lose with the sword, but really lost with the swordsmanship, so he has no regrets." Luo Yunqing immediately said.

interrupted Yu Qiushui's words.

"Do you have no regrets? So I have persisted for so long, is it just my wishful thinking?" Yu Qiushui smiled bitterly, he could not accept this reality.

"He said that everyone has something in their heart that needs to be protected. Xiao Ruyi's sword is full of confidence, and your sword is full of loneliness. He has never seen anyone as lonely as you, because of loneliness,

So you are afraid, because you are lonely, so you are strong. Uncle, what you lack is never a sword." Luo Yunqing's voice became smaller and smaller, and he lay on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know when it started, but it was already dark.

Yu Qiushui sat alone for a long time. Finally he seemed to have figured out something. He smiled and gently picked up Luo Yunqing on the chair. When he picked him up, he was still holding the empty wine jar in his arms.

He smacked his mouth happily, as if he was eating a Manchu banquet again in his dream.

"You asked me why I agreed to let you follow me that day. It was because of loneliness!" Yu Qiushui whispered close to Luo Yunqing's ear.

Maybe wait until tomorrow and everything will be over.

He carried Luo Yunqing and walked toward the guest room on the second floor.

It was getting dark soon, and before noon, the Fulu Inn was still crowded.

When Luo Yunqing got up, Yu Qiushui was already sitting in front of the window, quietly looking at the arena outside the window.

He was waiting for the man to appear.

Seeing Luo Yunqing get up, Yu Qiushui nodded gently as usual, then returned to his indifference, and they both agreed not to talk about what happened last night.

"woke up?"

"Yeah." Luo Yunqing opened his mouth and yawned in response.

"Let's go down." Yu Qiushui shouldered the sword that he carried every day, and threw the wine bottle into Luo Yunqing's arms as usual.

Luo Yunqing shook the gourd, and the wine inside seemed to be almost empty. Yu Qiushui seemed to have stayed up all night and had been leaning there to drink.

The spectators came earlier than Yu Qiushui, but they left a path for Yu Qiushui to walk onto the ring.

Xiao Chengfeng felt comfortable. He had booked the entire second floor of the inn, and he was the only one sitting there, looking down at Yu Qiushui on the ring.

Except for the two servants fanning him, no one else could come up.

"It should be, it's about to happen." He looked at Yu Qiushui, who was standing on the stage with his hands behind his hands, and murmured softly to himself.

Immediately, Xiao Chengfeng looked into the distance and saw four men in black walking slowly. Wherever they passed, everyone gave way to a path because everyone recognized the sword patterns on their clothes.

The sword head of the Inscribed Sword Pavilion in Wandu City challenges the number one sword immortal ranking. Such a major event requires four sword heads to witness at the same time.

They nodded to Xiao Chengfeng who was on the high platform, then bowed to Yu Qiushui, and stood on the four sides of the ring. People gave them a space, for fear of disturbing the sword head's execution of the sentence.

Once everything is ready, just wait for that man to show up.

The sun rose high in the sky, illuminating the arena in a particularly dazzling way. In such a hot weather, a man in black robe slowly walked out from the crowd. The green sword in his hand was like an ancient well in the deep, shining with a cold light.

"You're finally here." Yu Qiushui's closed eyes suddenly opened. He could feel the sword energy coming from the shop, it was very strong and fierce.

This was a dangerous aura that Xiao Ruyi had not felt for a long time.

The sword energy on Yu Qiushui's body was filled with endless despair, like the only star in the dark night, dazzling and lonely.

His hands were trembling slightly, it was a kind of excitement, even Aolai Jian was excited.

He hasn't really met an opponent for too long.

Xiao Ruyi jumped up and stood in front of Yu Qiushui, and the two stood in silence.

"Hao Que Sword, Yu Qiushui." Xiao Ruyi muttered these six words.

"Long wait."

In the past month, these six words were what he heard the most, so much so that he was full of longing for these six words. Maybe this is the sword fanatic!

"You are finally here. I know you have been waiting for me." Yu Qiushui didn't say much nonsense, and the sword in his hand slowly drew a circle in the air.

"I heard that you are Luo Xiaofeng's apprentice?" Xiao Ruyi was not anxious, but asked a question that had been lingering in his mind.

As rumored, Yu Qiushui is Luo Xiaofeng's apprentice and came to seek revenge from him, so everything makes sense.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't? Wouldn't it be better for you to try it yourself." Yu Qiushui responded coldly. He subconsciously looked at Luo Yunqing beside the ring. He was a little confused, and his eyes were drooped as if he hadn't woken up.

.

But soon he focused all his attention on Xiao Ruyi in front of him.

"Okay, I'm happy. I, Xiao Ruyi, have never met an opponent in my life. The only opponent I have respected is Luo Xiaofeng. I hope to die by your sword today!" Xiao Ruyi laughed loudly, accompanied by a sword roar.

The long sword is unsheathed, and the sword style is like a rainbow!

"Xiao Ruyi's sword is very fast. He has practiced swordsmanship for seven years, and he has mastered it in seven years. From then on, he is the only one in the world. Therefore, his sword style is also called the Seven-step Meteor Sword. It is fast and fierce. There are only seven swords in total, but ten thousand swords are inseparable.

His ancestry.”

Facing Xiao Ruyi's prepared sword, Yu Qiushui looked a little dazed.

A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

This is what Luo Xiaofeng said to him when he came to him one night half a year ago.

"The first three swords are fast but lack Qi, so you can take them hard. The last three swords focus on concentration and slow movement, but you can't force a sudden attack, otherwise you will be injured by the sword Qi around him. I have learned about your Shisui Sword, and I will fight against him.

There was nothing wrong with his first six swords, but his seventh sword had the power of thousands of galloping horses and the joy of dragons roaring into the sky. You must not face his last sword directly. It was precisely because I took this sword that I

Seven Swords was defeated. Although none of his Seven Swords had any flaws, he had a fatal weakness, that is, after he swung the Seventh Sword, there would be a gap, and this gap was

The best time for you to make a move!"

That's what Luo Xiaofeng said at the time, so Xiao Ruyi couldn't kill Wen Zhaochen because he was too fast

Now, how can the visible sword keep up with the invisible phantom?

No matter how powerful his seventh sword is, as long as you don't confront him head-on, you won't be injured.

This sword was full of pride. Luo Xiaofeng was confident that he could take this sword, but his previous sharpness was worn away.

The first sword, the second sword, the third sword.

Yu Qiushui counted and parried. His sword technique was called Zhishui.

The water is light and soft, shapeless and formless. The wind blows and sounds, and the sword is like still water. Each sword is extremely elegant, but it has the power of a big wave.

The fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword.

Xiao Ruyi pressed forward step by step, frowning. He saw that his seven-step meteor sword An couldn't resist Yu Qiu's moisture, and he was already a little anxious. Although the steps under his feet were intricate, they were still steady.
To be continued...