The strongest sword god system

[ps: Sitting on a high pile of virtues, crying loudly, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a subscription, asking for a reward, asking for a click, asking for a collection, asking for a virtue]

Withered and yellow fallen leaves were piled up on the bluestone steps, and the vines spreading over them looked extraordinarily green. Su Bai stepped on them and made a rustling sound. Maybe it was the footsteps or Su Bai's voice that alarmed the old man. figure.

The figure turned around slowly, the years had left too many traces on his face, the only thing that remained unchanged were those shining eyes.

Su Bai remembered that when he saw Xie Xiaofeng for the first time, what impressed him the most was the sadness between Xie Xiaofeng's brows, a sadness that could not be erased even if he was in the bright misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Perhaps because of the wrinkles, Su Bai could no longer see that kind of sadness in Xie Xiaofeng's brows, nor could he see that the old man in front of him would shock Kyushu with a single sword strike. My impression is more like a late old man, and his hands don't look like hands holding a sword, because the hand holding a sword doesn't tremble.

But at this time, Xie Xiaofeng was holding the teacup, shaking a little, and the tea stains splashed out, but he didn't realize it.

Su Bai's gaze stayed on Xie Xiaofeng's hand, where the thumb was no longer there, and Su Bai asserted that the thumb should have been cut off.

Su Bai thought for a while, and asked aloud, "Your hand?"

"It was cut off by myself. I fought with him 30 years ago. In that battle, I should have been buried under his No.15 sword. Unfortunately, his last sword restrained, and then I lived. , he died." Xie Xiaofeng's eyes showed reminiscence, and he spoke slowly after a long silence, the teacup in his hand was lightly placed on the table, he pointed to the teapot, and then pointed to the empty teacup beside him.

Su Bai picked up the teapot and filled two teacups. The tea in this teapot was not fragrant, perhaps because it had been steeped too many times, and the water poured out was like boiled water.

"This tea has no taste." Su Bai picked up Xie Xiaofeng's teacup, and respectfully brought it to Xie Xiaofeng. He didn't think that this swordsman who once made the whole world look down upon him would be so poor that he couldn't even make tea. The only conclusion is that this tea is just right for Xie Xiaofeng's appetite.

"A person's life is a mediocre life. When I was young, I liked to drink weak tea, the kind of weak tea picked on Cuiyun Peak. It has a faint green and sweet taste. Every time I go out to compete with swords or defeat When the challenger returns, Qiudi will pour a pot of tea for me..." Xie Xiaofeng took the teacup, his thumbs in both hands had already been cut off, and he could only hold the teacup with four fingers, shaking it, but his eyes did not rest on the teacup in his hand Instead, look forward, where the weeds are growing wildly and the vines are lingering, but they can't cover up the two tall mounds.

"Qiu Di is buried there..." Xie Xiaofeng pointed to one of the mounds and said softly, without any sadness in his eyes.

Murong Qiudi, this person, Su Bai knew, was the woman Xie Xiaofeng loved and hated.

"Later, after I defeated the leader of the Demon Cult on the top of Qilian Mountain, I fell in love with bitter tea... After the first battle in Qilian Mountain, I became famous all over the world. No one in the world knows Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian Villa, but there are countless people in the world who want to step on me His corpse boarded the altar, and swordsmen rushed to the Shenjian Villa to challenge me, just like I challenged those famous seniors in the Jianghu. Unfortunately, those people all failed. Victory is a joy, but It is bitter to me, I don’t know, how much blood is stained on my hands, I don’t know how many people are buried by the green water lake, I’m tired of that kind of life, and I’m tired of drinking a pot of weak tea , I prefer that kind of bitter tea, the bitter taste lingers in my mouth for a long time.” Xie Xiaofeng picked up the teacup and took a sip, his eyes slowly closed, the midday sun was so gentle that it made people drowsy, Xie Xiaofeng seemed As if asleep, he didn't speak for a long time.

Su Bai felt that Xie Xiaofeng was very peaceful at this moment. He didn't know if he wanted to interrupt Xie Xiaofeng's nap, but after thinking about it carefully, this was such a very impolite behavior, so he kept silent and looked up at Noon. The sun made him a little thirsty, so Su Bai took a sip from his teacup and found that the seemingly light tea had a faint green and sweet taste.

Su Bai was stunned, his eyes stayed on the teacup in his hand for a long time, the tea was as light as water, and it should have no taste, but it tasted like a taste, which made him feel very surprised, and took another sip, the taste was still the same exist.

"When I was young, I liked to drink weak tea, the kind of weak tea picked on Cuiyun Peak, with a faint green and sweet taste..." Su Bai suddenly remembered Xie Xiaofeng's previous words, his eyes fell into deep thought, and fell silent Without saying a word, listening to the chirping of insects coming from the corner of the Broken Villa, Su Bai's mood gradually became peaceful, his eyes gradually closed, and the sound of dozing sounded soon after.

The two of them gradually fell asleep in the sunshine after autumn.

However, even though it was after autumn, the noon sun was quite poisonous. About half an hour later, Su Bai slowly woke up with hazy eyes, looked at Xie Xiaofeng who was still asleep, smiled, got up and took a sip of the remaining tea in the cup And empty.

"This tea has no taste, it's bland. It's me who makes it taste, and it's not bland because I'm not willing to be bland..." Su Bai murmured softly. Walking on the left side, there is no rustling sound when stepping on the dry grass.

Looking at the mound of soil in front of him, Su Bai dug it up with bare hands. Perhaps after the autumn rain yesterday, the soil was still a little moist, so it didn't take much effort to dig it up, and the mound was a little loose.

Soon, Su Bai dug what he wanted to dig.

A sword is a sword with a scabbard.

The scabbard is jet black, a little old, but it has not rotted, and it is well preserved, but the color of the blue fringe has faded.

Su Bai knew that this sword was not an absolute sword in the rivers and lakes, because it could not cut iron like mud, and it was not a precious sword, because it was not a sharp sword made by a famous teacher.

However, this is a sword unparalleled in the world.

Because, this is Xie Xiaofeng's sword.

"I also want to taste that faint green and sweet taste...in this river and lake." Su Bai turned and whispered to Xie Xiaofeng, then turned and left, walking towards the green water lake, towards the Cuiyun Peak is as green as ever.

There is a saying that the sword is for the battlefield, and the sword is for the rivers and lakes.

In this rivers and lakes, there is never a lack of swordsmen, just as those brothels and red boats never lack literati.

Today, a swordsman named Su Bubai crashed headlong into the rivers and lakes with an ancient yellowed sword in his arms, and the long-lost Excalibur Villa also appeared in the eyes of the world again.

Su Bubai, this is a very ironic name, because he is invincible, he threatened that no one in the Jianghu could defeat him, and the fact is just like his name, from the moment he stepped into the Jianghu, he has never been Never failed.

With the sword up, he walked towards the altar step by step, and his fame moved everywhere... (~^~)