Wei Fu was bored and too lazy to care about how to hold martial arts. He just did a formality and asked the disciples in the sect to take care of them. As long as they didn't make a fortune, everything was fine, they would fight as much as they wanted.

The originally lively Tiancang Sect, nearly half of the sects left. It was a big deal for Tian Jizi to die, and it was also a big deal for the Laughing Swordsman to face Zhang Daoquan. All the sects scattered for a while, and the remaining sects were just small families. They either wanted to take this opportunity to become famous or had grudges. Unfortunately, there was no fun to lose the spectators.

At noon the next day, Xiao Shu and Linglongzi came to Jinghu as promised.

There is only a boat floating with the waves on the lake. The laughing swordsman sits alone at the bow of the boat with his eyes closed. The weather is clear and the wind is bright, which is indeed a good time to fish, but without the usual passing boats, it seems a bit empty and bleak.

The two of them walked on the waves and landed on the boat. Linglongzi was naturally very skilled, but Xiao Shu stumbled a little. Even though he had practiced these days, his progress was not satisfactory. He stepped on the boat and his hull kept shaking, disturbing the fish.

When the laughing swordsman saw Linglongzi, he frowned, but said nothing. He looked at the scattered fish, put away the fishing rod, and pushed his hand out of thin air. The calm floating boat immediately looked like a wild geese. The scenery on both sides of the shore was swiftly passing by, but even at such a fast speed, the boat was still stable, leaving only a wave of water, without any waves.

The Tianxuan Realm's control and grasp of the inner essence is fully reflected. If a person from the Earth Xuan Realm can make the boat move so fast, but it will definitely not be so stable, and it may even cause storms and waves.

Jinghu Lake is not a dead lake. The rivers and waterways connect the entire Linzhou, like spider webs everywhere, but they just happen to gather here to form a lake. Therefore, there are many fishermen in Linzhou, which are also called water towns. The fastest thing in Linzhou is not riding a horse, but taking waterways, because the waterways are truly connected and there are many shortcuts in the trail.

Half a day later, there is no more smoke and dust in the world. The hazy distant mountains are covered with a thin layer of gauze, and the shadows are slim, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes close and even far away, just like a few strokes of light ink adorning the sky.

The boat gradually moved slowly, and this scene like a fairyland outside the world made people fascinated. Linglongzi took off the jade flute from his waist, and the distant and ethereal sound of the flute responded to this scene, which made him feel more charming.

There was less resentment and more leisurely love, and even Xiao Shu couldn't help but close his eyes and beat the beat.

"Although this song is good, it lacks three points of affection. If there is a combination of piano and zither, it will be a perfect sound." The laughing swordsman interrupted inappropriately.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly. Linglongzi did not put down the jade flute in his hand for a long time. He looked at the green mountains in the distance in a daze. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Born and back, it's only a hundred years. So what if you have feelings? So what if you forget feelings? A piece of soil on the grave is empty."

"You can see it thoroughly. It's a pity that I was born with a human being, how can I avoid the word "love"?" The laughing swordsman seemed to feel something and sighed, not like the usual frivolous person.

Linglongzi looked at the mountains and rivers quietly, but there was no answer in her heart. Tianjizi's passing not only took away her ten-year life, but also made her face her incompetence. How powerless are mortals in the face of life and death? What's the use of love? Can they be flesh and bones in life and death? It's just disturbing her mood.

"Forgetfulness, is this what you see?" Xiao Shu looked at the vast sky, and his eyes were empty, or empty.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or a look, Xiao Shu always felt that Linglongzi’s white hair was three points more than yesterday, and her hair was so beautiful that it was large and white at the moment, as if it was an old man. He could not understand Linglongzi’s mood, but he knew that this would not be much better than selflessness, or even more decisive. When a person decides to forget his feelings, perhaps it is just right that sadness is greater than death in his heart.

The boat was docked at the foot of a mountain with little traffic. The laughing swordsman became taciturn at this time, but he led the way alone, turned left and right, and walked through the path between the forest with a familiarity. The mountain was not big, only ten miles in a radius, but in just a moment, his eyes suddenly became clear.

There were some small flowers scattered on a green grass field, and the crooked trees beside the grass hills were lush with branches and leaves. A young man leaned against a big tree, holding a grass in his mouth, and sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

The laughing swordsman turned his head and signaled that the two of them would silence, walked forward quietly, took off his robe, bent down, and gently draped it on the boy.

"Brother... are you back?" The boy was still awakened and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"How many times have you said it, don't sleep here, why don't you just listen?" The laughing swordsman pretended to be angry and stretched out his finger and bounced his forehead.

The young man smiled and rubbed his forehead and said, "It's comfortable to sleep. I always have nightmares in the sleeping room. Brother, are they... huh? I seem to have seen that red umbrella somewhere."

"It's okay, go and play, brother will deal with it." The laughing swordsman didn't want to say anything more, touched the boy's head, took out a wooden doll from his arms and handed it to him. It was a childlike nature. When he saw the toy, he forgot what he wanted to say, and took it happily and ran away.

"Are you the sons of Xiao Jianke?" Xiao Shu slowly walked to the crooked tree, and next to the boy sleeping peacefully, erected a stone tablet, the tomb of his father Lu Xiwen.

"Yes, my name is Lu Nianqing and my courtesy name is Siqiu." Lu Nianqing took off the white mask, with a strong face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but it can be seen that he is only thirty years old.

"I remember correctly. If Senior Xiao Jianke is over 80 years old and has not married, why..." Before Linglongzi finished speaking, she had guessed most of her heart.

"Why? He owed us what he owed us. Before he died, he looked at the woman he drew and said that he was finally relieved. Do you really think that this skill could offset the debt he owed? The poor mother died of depression and waited for him for decades, but she didn't even have a name for herself. She would rather scatter ashes and feed fish than be buried with him, for fear of disturbing his dream after death!" Lu Nianqing shouted with a distorted face. At this moment, he no longer had to pretend to be that evil person. After taking off his mask, he was just Lu Nianqing.

It’s another word love. How many people did this word harm?

Any martial arts realm is invincible and it is difficult to stop until death. Cause and effect cycles, love produces hatred, hatred becomes hatred, and hatred becomes hatred. Do you really want to be born with human beings?

Linglongzi remained silent.

"The person you are looking for has long died, and I got Hongye by chance." Xiao Shu ignored Lu Nianqing's shocked expression and took out the wooden comb from his arms and gently placed it in front of Lu Xiwen's monument.

"If you have nothing to do with that person, what is this wooden comb?" Lu Nianqing still didn't give up and snatched the wooden comb. How could this old yellow wooden comb be able to withstand this kind of clamping it like this? It broke into two halves in an instant, and wood chips fell on the tombstone.

"Brother...what is wrong with you?" The boy grabbed the puppet in his hand and looked at the brother who had always been gentle in a daze. At this moment, his blue veins were revealed and his face was ferocious.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lu Nianqing forced a smile.

"Actually, you don't hate the laughing swordsman, otherwise you wouldn't have brought us here, but you've already killed us." Linglongzi walked forward and gently brushed away the debris on the tombstone.

"No, it's not like that. I just want to kill the person in front of him who has made him miss him for most of his life! How could he have seen us in the past few years? He only knows how to draw this person all day long!" Lu Nianqing roared in a low voice, waved his hand, and there were no less than a hundred paintings flying out of the wooden house.

All the women in purple are in the painting

Dance of swords in the snow, riding a boat to find the river, writing inscriptions, boiling water and drinking tea...
Chapter completed!