Qiuqiu has never seen such ink, of course, it should not be ink at all. But since Shi'er said it was ink, it would be better to think it was ink.
Shi'er gently put down the jade plate.
A silver-white polka dot, shallow in the crimson jade plate.
"You write these two words yourself. This is your sword and your name."
Qiuqiu glanced at him, took a thin pen from the shelf, dipped it in silver ink, and wrote it on the sword.
Li, water.
She wrote very slowly, and was extremely serious in every stroke. The blade reflected her eyes, her eyes focused and bright.
The silver ink stained with the blade, leaving behind a faint line of water traces.
After writing the two words, Qiuqiu put down his pen and looked at the two words that were faintly stained on the sword, which were so shallow that they could hardly recognize them.
Then the two words seemed to seep into the sword body, gradually becoming shallower and finally completely disappeared.
Qiuqiu turned the sword over and looked at it, but there was no trace of the handwriting.
"Has it been chiseled?" This process is too easy, right? Besides, if the chiseled word is invisible, is it considered successful?
"It's done."
From today on, will this sword be called Lishui?
Qiuqiu felt it was unreal.
She had seen this name from Jian Zuan when she was with Senior Brother Jinglu. It was a fire that was filled with raging fire, and the process was extremely gorgeous.
When she arrived at her, Zhuan's name was so quiet that it was over. Qiuqiu was wronged for her sword.
It’s like a daughter who gets married and has a big fuck, and her daughter elopes like someone else’s sack.
Qiuqiu looked at Shi'er and was used to being suppressed. She didn't have the courage to revolt.
She could only touch the sword body and silently recite in her heart: Lishui, you have to be good, today I am wronged. In the future, I am awesome and you become famous, so we can enjoy the glory together.
After returning to Jiufeng, all the people who went to the trial cave began to retreat.
After a lifetime of experience, some people have greatly improved their standards, but they are not solid. They need to go to seclusion to sort out and consolidate, while others have gained insights and need to go to seclusion to improve their mood.
Hurrying down this wave of east wind, Qiuqiu also went into seclusion.
The place she chose was the retreat she had chosen, which was in the valley where she went to Yuxia Zhenren. The terrain here was not necessarily particularly good, but Qiuqiu thought that the master was closer here.
Also, this place looks like the place where they used to live.
When she and her master and senior sisters were together, the place where she lived was very similar. There was a pool in the valley. Even during the day, the pool water looked like a dark green dark crystal. There was no turbulence at all, and the scene under the water could not be seen clearly.
But the water in the pond was cold and clear. Qiuqiu picked up a handful of water and saw that the crystal water droplets were not impurities and dirty. They flowed down from her fingers and fell back into the pond.
"Is that just here?"
"Let's just go here." Qiuqiu nodded.
She likes this pool.
After she chose the place, Shi'er set up a formation for her. Unless she came out of seclusion, others would not come in to disturb her.
She was sitting cross-legged now, with Lishui sword in front of her.
From the sun rises to the sunset. The moon comes out and disappears, and the sky rises again.
The mist in the mountains is floating. The deep pool is quiet, the waterfalls and springs are blown by the mountain wind. The fog, like tulle, is sometimes thick and sometimes thin, changing its shape.
After sitting there for a long time, Qiuqiu stretched out his hand and picked up the sword.
Her fingers stroked the sword part by one, and the words Lishui shone slightly when she stroked her fingertips, and it looked like flowing mercury. But after her fingers passed, the words disappeared again.
She sat in her arms, walked in her arms, and slept in her arms, never leaving her arms.
Get used to it and make it a part of the body.
Qiuqiu opened his eyes, the mountain wind blew, the sword body was thin, and it was blown to tremble slightly.
The sun is about to set, and the deep pool water below reflects the sky, the setting sun is like blood, and half of the pool water is shivering and half of the river is red.
Qiuqiu stood up, stood on the edge of the boulder, and took a half step forward gently.
She fell into a deep pool.
She dived deeper into the water.
The pool is very deep, the lower it is, the darker it is, and the quieter it is.
She stood at the bottom of the pond.
Looking up from here, even the faint light above the head could not be seen.
The cold water of the pond was invading the bones. Qiuqiu opened his eyes under the water. The soft sword body of Lishui Jian floated between her fingers, like a thin water grass, sliding through her fingers as if she had vitality.
Her fingers moved slightly, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the snow-white and silver light shone instantly, as if a pear blossom was blooming.
More light shines, and more pear blossoms bloom at the bottom of the water, illuminating the dark bottom of the pond.
Countless flowers bloomed and withered in an instant, leaving only a moment of afterimage in people's eyes. And these lights and afterimages became increasingly dense, and in the end there was no gap, and a shiny white trainer was created in succession.
Then, the sword flowers became sparse and scattered again, as if they were blown down by the wind on the branches, falling and annihilated. The bottom of the pool, which was reflected by Bai Lian, gradually became darker. In the end, there was only one pear blossom left.
The only one left in the end is Lishui Sword.
It quietly floats gently with the water waves, looking soft and fragile.
Qiuqiu watched all this happen and disappear in confusion.
Water is the softest, it can be changed into any shape, it can be harder than rocks when it is extremely cold, and it will turn into a smudge when it is extremely hot. But more often, it is liquid, flowing, rushing, rushing, and finally flowing to the rivers and seas.
Human power can cut off mountains and rivers and crush hard steel. But no matter how you treat it, the pool of water around Qiuqiu is still the same. It will not penetrate or be blocked.
It can be hard or soft. No matter how the environment changes, it will change accordingly, but it will never disappear.
Qiuqiu looked at the Lishui sword in his hand.
Just under her gaze, the Lishui sword seemed to melt, gradually fading and lightening, and then disappeared in Qiuqiu's palm.
Just like this sword does not exist in the world.
Qiuqiu's fingers gently gathered, and a wisp of white smoke condensed in her palm. The smoke curled around, and the Lishui sword appeared in the smoke and was held by Qiuqiu.
Qiuqiu understands it.
Why did Shi'er say that to her?
In the trial hole, on the second level, if she used the Lishui sword, she would not be knocked away like she used the original sword, and she would not need Huo'er to take action to resist the tenth move.
Shi'er understands herself better than her and the Lishui Sword Sect's heart and sword techniques better.
Lishui sword circled around her fingers, causing no water turmoil.
Qiuqiu's lips had a faint smile and closed her eyes again.
The moment she closed her eyes, her spiritual sense extended outward freely and soothingly.
The continuous mountains under the night, the gentle and bright moonlight, the deep pool is calm and waveless.
She had experienced this feeling once.
It was the night when Shi'er went to Xiuyuan Mountain to find her.
This was the second time she had touched this state of selflessness.
At this moment, she abandoned all her senses. She did not listen, looked, listen, talk, or even felt whether she still existed in the world.
But she felt more and farther away from her body.
The moonlight seems to be the essence, and this sky and the vast mountains and fields are breathing like life, rising, falling, rising, and falling.
The world is vast and boundless, and it exists as long as the years change. There is no joy or loss. But it is so beautiful and so moving.
This indescribable experience and feeling made Qiu Qiu shocked and intoxicated.
At the bottom of the deep pool, a tear slowly oozed out from the corner of her eyes, a subtle light flashed, and then merged into the pool water.
"Qiuqiu."
She heard someone calling her.
No, not hearing...
She just knew that someone was calling her.
A phantom appeared in front of her, gradually becoming clearer.
Shi'er stood in the void and smiled slightly at her.
She didn't know if it was true or the memory that existed in her heart.
"I've long wanted to take you to see it. How beautiful this world is, full of endless mysteries."
Qiuqiu's phantom gradually condensed, and she and him stood in the boundless void.
Shi'er stretched out his hand to her: "Come."
Qiuqiu's hand also reached out to him.
The moment the two fingertips touched each other, Qiuqiu suddenly opened her eyes.
The Lishui sword was released from her palm, and circles of light arcs escaped from the sword body and spread outward, just like something bound to the sword body was being untied and dissipated layer by layer.
The light of the Lishui Sword became brighter and brighter, but Qiuqiu didn't feel dazzling.
This is what Shi'er said about tempering.
Not with a furnace or a charcoal fire.
It was her who used her heart to temper this sword.
Not far from this place, someone stood on the top of the mountain and looked in this direction.
Through the heavy mountain, the sword light rising from the sky became brighter and brighter, and the soft and surging sword energy was surging between the sky and the earth.
Not only here, but also in other places on Jiufeng, many people raised their heads and stared at the sword light, marveling.
Guan Wei stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the valley in the distance.
The spreading sword light formed a large light curtain, reflecting his face.
The sword light began to gather inward and gradually formed a bunch of soft and ethereal, gently spinning above the pool and sank into the pool.
Qiuqiu floated onto the water.
Her hair and clothes swayed gently with the waves of water. Qiuqiu lay on the water surface, and the water in the pond rose and fell gently, and she was also turbulent with the ups and downs, as if she was asleep.
No, she didn't fall asleep.
Qiuqiu gently tapped the water surface with her sleeve, and she took advantage of the situation and stood on the water surface.
A drop of water rolled down from her fingertips, fell back to the water surface, and rippled in a circle. There was no trace of this drop of water in the entire pool.
Qiuqiu walks on the water, his steps light and calm.
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Another year passed, and I was one year older.
At my age, celebrating my birthday is no longer a joyful thing. When I look in the mirror, I can't help looking at the corners of my eyes to see if the fine lines have become more and more profound.
But today was very happy. Seeing the blessings everyone gave me, I really wish I could celebrate my birthday every day.
This chapter is written very slowly and I feel it is not well written. Let’s modify it later. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)