When the rain meets the mountains, it becomes a river, a spring, and a waterfall.
There is a waterfall hanging on the south side of the Medicine Valley.
It's just that compared to other waterfalls that may be surging and thunderous, or graceful and slender, this curtain waterfall is not mysterious hidden in the clouds and fog, nor is it as magnificent as the Milky Way falling from the sky. It is ordinary or even ordinary.
, so that he doesn’t even have a name, let alone a reputation.
But regardless of whether it is famous or not, and regardless of the amount of rain, in the past decades or even centuries, the sound of falling water in the south of Medicine Valley has never stopped.
Time cannot erase it, nor can it break free from the shackles of time.
It does not need to worry, worry, or worry about yesterday, today, or tomorrow.
Look down on the comings and goings of people, look down on the gathering and dispersing of wind and clouds.
Just like in the long river of time, it silently watched the ups and downs of the Medicine Valley, indifferently pretending to be the most familiar spectator of the Medicine Valley.
It is like this in the entire Medicine Valley, not to mention what happened next to the Qingtan.
It didn't pay attention to when there were two more people on the boulder on the other side of the clear pool, and when they disappeared.
Not to mention the small movements near Zhongqingtan during these days.
In fact, the movement near Qingtan is not small.
Occasionally there would be landslides, earth splashing, and gravel flying everywhere.
Occasionally, aquatic thunder explodes, breaking the waves like a knife.
At this moment, it was two swords that made these movements.
Or rather two people.
Unlike Luo Waterfall, who lives indifferently, they cannot regard time as nothing. They can only keep pressing themselves and use the present time to pursue future excellence and make up for the regrets of the past.
Both are young men.
One person was dressed in black and had a white cloth tied to his arm.
The other man was dressed in white, with a black cloth covering his eyes.
Both of them held wooden swords, made by the same person.
There are different ways to draw the sword, and the strength of the sword body is completely different, but the sword intention in each move and style is so similar.
After several transitions between offense and defense, the two sides opened up a distance of several feet and stood apart at the edge of the clear pool.
With just a breath, the man in white resumed his offensive.
He seems to be riding the wind and breaking through the sky, and he seems to be riding on the waves. He draws his sword like he is drinking wine, and his heroic spirit is like a cloud.
The sword light came with energy, and the true energy surged violently, causing the water in the pond to roll up into huge waves, like a stone wall rushing over the man in black!
This is the swordsmanship of the master of the man in black. Over the past few days, the two of them have learned a lot from each other's swordsmanship.
This sword was wielded by the man in white. It had the demeanor of the master of the man in black, and also vaguely showed the awe-inspiring power he had on the terrace that day.
The man in black could not express too many emotions. Facing this oppressive sword and wall, although he did not have the courage to resist, he would never sit still and wait for death.
When he felt the majestic inner energy emanating from the sword of the man in white, the man in black was ready to either fight hard or retreat.
Almost as soon as the wave wall slapped down and the sword edge followed closely, the black figure already in the wave suddenly disappeared without a trace!
To others, there is no trace of the disappearance of the man in black or the hanging of the antelope's horns.
But the blind man in white could notice that the man in black had turned himself into a leaf. Even in the strong wind or big waves, he could find a glimmer of hope, escape, and escape completely.
There were several chi chi sounds, extremely soft but extremely compact.
The man in white, who missed the attack, had not yet stabilized his body, but he could already distinguish the sound of his toes tapping on the water, and the man in black's counterattack was imminent!
The man in black seemed to appear from the void behind the man in white. He drew his sword and retracted it in the lightning and stone fire, stabbing four times in a row!
Every sword is wrapped with the pure inner breath of the man in black, even a wooden sword is enough to penetrate the stubborn stone!
The four swords pierced the four vital points of the man in white, but they only touched the edge of the man's clothes, the ends of his hair, and the side of his face, but they were all pierced!
The four swords failed in an instant, especially the last sword which was only an inch away from the man in white's back and heart. However, this one-inch distance seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. The sword's power had been exhausted and it could no longer get closer.
The man in white perfectly moved away from the four swords released by the man in black like lightning, without causing any damage to the strength of the wooden sword.
The man in white didn't turn around, nor did he stop for a moment, before the man in black could draw his sword again, and stabbed the sword with his back and elbow.
This is another sword style taught by the master of the man in black. Look forward, backward, left and right, advance regardless of everything, look after all sides when retreating, attack with full attack, and guard with full defense.
The man in white still looks good at it!
Click, click, click. After several muffled sounds of wooden swords hitting each other, the man in black found that the frequency of his sword strikes was always half a beat slower than that of the man in white. In just a few breaths, he was no longer the leader of the counterattack.
If the opponent is passive and takes the attack, if he doesn't retreat, he may be carried away by the opponent and break his defense. He can only force himself to use stronger internal energy, slow down the opponent's sword speed, and retreat.
However, how could the man in white, who has completely taken control of the battle situation, fail to take this step?
The man in black couldn't fly back more than a foot away, but the man in white had already turned around, raised his sword and chased after him to stab him!
The man in white's castration was faster than the man in black's retreat, and it locked the man in black's direction, making it impossible for him to dodge.
The man in black had no choice but to mobilize all his energy to block him with his sword.
The age difference between the two is not big, but the gap in internal strength is not small. It's just that the man in white has no intention of relying on his internal strength to overwhelm the other person. He only used 60% of his strength to compete with the opponent from beginning to end. But when the vertical and horizontal swords intersect, there is no way to avoid it.
The man in black who dodged the sword felt that the force of the sword was overwhelming, as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.
Click!
The wooden sword that stood between the two of them could not withstand the unbearable weight of their lives, and tragically broke!
Or the army was defeated like a mountain, and at the same time as the sword was broken, the man in black retreated and fell backwards!
The man in white had not finished his castration, and could not retract his sword. When faced with this situation, he had no choice but to turn his sword sharply and deflect it into the air.
A few strands of hair could not escape from the remaining power of the sword, and sadly floated from the head of the man in black.
At exactly the same time, the man in black landed on his butt and let out a slight hiss of pain.
Come to think of it, the edges of the gravel are as sharp as the sharp edges of a knife.
The man in white stretched out his left hand to the man in black who was sitting on the ground and said, "Come again?"
The man in black was not in a hurry to hold the hand of the man in white. He turned sideways with one hand on the ground and rubbed his aggrieved buttocks with the other. He curled his lips and said: "I can't help it. Fighting with you is a waste of swords. Fortunately, I can use them all."
It's a wooden sword, otherwise there really aren't that many swords here to make trouble with."
The two of them have become quite familiar with each other in the past few days, and their words are naturally less polite and formal.
The man in white thought secretly that he was not the one who had the foresight.
With a smile on his face, he said: "Then I'll peel it off for you right away."
The man in black muttered: "My pants are all torn."
The man in white stopped insisting and said, "Oh, that's it for today."
The man in black took the man in white's hand and stood up, then walked towards the bamboo forest together.
The man in white could not see or notice that the man in black's empty hands were slightly clenched.
The man in black knew that the man in white had not taken advantage of him by relying on his cultivation skills, but he couldn't help but feel regretful that he had not been able to practice hard and solidify the skills taught by his master; he was also worried that while they were learning from each other, others had already
He is able to learn and apply it, but he only has a glimpse of the door; he is anxious about the changing situation in the world, which obviously does not leave him much time to become stronger.
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Ten days ago.
A man holding a sword left the Medicine Valley alone and returned to the world of mortals to find and explore his own unique sword meaning.
A figure that is getting thinner and thinner will always step out of the house before the sky turns white, running among the roads extending in all directions in the valley, and disappears when the morning light is dotted on the tops of the bamboo forest in the south.
Chu Shangu was sent away by Jiang Yichen.
Zifeng began to learn sword skills from each other with Jiang Yichen.
Jiang Yichen also sent away Yuntianguan and his party.
The six masters, uncle and nephew went down the mountain together, but there were two missing when they returned.
Although it is difficult to predict the good and bad fortunes of being in the world, once the matter involves life and death, the true feelings and sadness involved cannot be easily diluted or erased.
The four people left three days ago.
In the past seven days, Jiang Yichen had paid close attention to Xi Weiyu, but he could clearly feel the forced smile on his face.
The junior brother who experienced the world with her died.
The junior sister who had been with her day and night for nearly twenty years died.
Compared to the little witch in Cangwu Mountain who gradually changed her character, Xi Weiyu, who had learned to pour more emotion into the people around her, was undoubtedly more mentally traumatized this time.
In addition to reluctantly responding to Jiang Yichen's concern, Xi Weiyu mostly followed the four elders Qi and Huang Su in the Yao Valley to learn from Yao Lao and Yao Lao's disciples and exchange knowledge. Occasionally, he would go to the pond to play the piano.
After being interested for a minute or two, I watched my junior brother Yun Jing, eighth uncle Qi Huangwu, Jiang Yichen, and Zifeng compete with each other in swordsmanship.
After the four people from Yuntianguan left, there were only six people left in the group of people who came to Yaogu from Ningtian Terrace, except for Jiang and Zi.
Yaolao formulated a treatment method for Niulang's condition and assigned Guzhong disciples to be responsible for his early pharmacological care, paving the way for further treatment.
Wherever the Cowherd was, the Weaver Girl followed her around. The two of them cooperated very well with Yao Gu's actions and kept a low profile.
They are low-key enough that the entire world will completely forget about their existence for a while.
Also hoping to be temporarily forgotten by the world is Niu Kelian, who caused a stir.
With the two-pronged approach of Yaogu's good medicine and Xiaohua's careful care, Niu Kelian was able to move freely in less than three days, but after all, he was not the young and strong body he once was, and his body and bones still needed some time to grow.
Comparatively speaking, Ning Kuang, who was relatively young and strong, was extremely fortunate to have saved his left arm thanks to Yaolao's rejuvenating medical skills.
Therefore, they are also restricted to a certain area of activity and ability to move.
Most of the time Ning Kuang was watched by Feipiao Zhao.
However, Feipiao would go to Xiao Yan'er and Mu Shang's graves every day, carrying three jars of wine that he got from nowhere.
I don't know if she went to chat with them or just wanted to stay there quietly. In any case, she would finish three jars of wine and not come back until more than half an hour later.
During this time, Xiaohua and Niu Kelian helped take care of Ning Kuang.
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The waterfall roared, and time passed by unconsciously.
In this increasingly chaotic world, it seems that everyone is gradually seeing clearly the most precious things in their hearts and thinking about how to protect them.
