On the day of her birthday, the master invited her to eat a bowl of wontons, and patted her shoulder after eating, "Go ahead."

Nodding at seventeen, he lifted his sword down the mountain.

Xiao Ziyu went down the mountain in the farewell path of the senior brothers and sisters, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and slowly walking through the hazy fog in the mountains.

Seventeen silently followed behind her and sighed.

It has been five years since I met Xiao Ziyu for the first time at the age of twelve. She hadn't even touched Xiao Ziyu's robe. She vaguely saw the shadow of Master on her body, with four characters written in large letters—foreseeable future.

04

Xiao Zi of the Lingshan Sword Sect left the mountain to practice.

About half of the rivers and lakes were boiling over because of this news. The women of the family were happy to see the demeanor of the young genius, fantasizing that the famous young men called their friends to block the road. The enemies even sharpened their swords directly, and Huohuo threatened to ask her to walk down the mountain and go up the mountain sideways.

The proud declaration went wild for a while in the arena, and finally disappeared without a trace, because no one could find Xiao Ziyu in the huge arena.

The famous young man seemed to vanish from the world overnight, and there was no trace of it.

——Except seventeen.

Seventeen looked up at the sunset with a sword in his hand, feeling very boring.

The ancient road of declining grass, the long pavilion sinking at the end of the sunset, the young hero in white clothes, and the long song of the horse. This should have been an extremely beautiful scene, but seeing this scene before him, Seventeen felt nothing to say.

The man in front rode a thin horse with two pots of the cheapest wine hanging beside him, as if drunk lying on the back of a cow, sleepy.

What's even more annoying is that she wore a ragged coat, and the snow-like long gown was covered with mud spots. If it weren't for the half of the sword ears protruding from her waist, the seventeenth might not recognize this Wan. The eye-catching young man in white.

Originally, I expected her to be able to mix things up in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't want to be so decadent, really, so exasperating!

Seventeen angrily thought, even if you didn't want to make progress like this, it wouldn't be me to blame for the folding in my hands. Although I really want to win you upright, Master also said that a killer focuses on the result rather than the process.

She took the sword out of her arms, without hesitation, gently crushed two withered grass on her toes, and pierced it in a tricky arc.

Her move was extremely fast, and the sword light suddenly emerged from the darkness like a silver snake. It was the most suitable for sneak attack among the sword moves taught by the master.

A killer must look like a killer, and being brazen is also a practice.

She had a good foundation for light work, and her moves were as fast as lightning. She thought that Xiao Ziyu would never be able to escape, but people just avoided, and the heavy clothes made a piercing sound, and Xiao Ziyu fell to the ground with people and clothes. .

It was a real fall. The thin horse was startled by Jianguang and the front hoof was lifted, so the man fell off the horse's back.

The man who fell off his horse snorted, and most of the time he woke up from alcohol, he touched the scabbard with a backhand reflex, but his eyes were still innocent.

——I don't know what happened.

Seventeen felt a blood surge in his heart.

What kind of luck is this? ?

Xiao Ziyu stood up holding the sword, still looking blank: "What's the matter with Xiongtai?"

Seventeen swords were not accepted, and a backhand move, You Long swinging his tail to attack: "Compete!"

If a sneak attack is not successful, it is okay to be dignified.

Xiao Ziyu's face was suddenly enlightened. He raised his hand and lifted the clothes. The long sword slammed out of the sheath, but he replied solemnly: "Brother, beware."

The sword is light and sword shadow, and the sword is strong.

Seventeen finally lost to Xiao Ziyu by one move.

Xiao Ziyu picked up the robes and put them on again, patted the ashes on the sleeves, and looked back at seventeen before riding on the thin cow, with a very good temper.

"Xiongtai can try it next time without masking. After all, I never hold grudges."

Seventeen touched his face, touched the mud on his face, and suddenly turned black.

Do you hold grudges? It's good if I don't hold grudges!

Seventeen was lying in the sky and watching Xiao Ziyu slowly disappearing at the end of the ancient road on a thin horse, suddenly a moment of melancholy occurred in his heart.

He attacked her before, and put on a black mask again. Why do you think this person is so stupid?

I want her to die, and I have nothing to do with any open-minded competition. Master said that you should be cruel to those who want to kill you, and keeping your hands is cruel to yourself.

So why did Xiao Ziyu keep his life again and again? Seventeen thought of Xiao Ziyu's blank eyes again, and couldn't help but think that it was probably because of stupidity.

Xiao Ziyu's move to hurt Seventeen is not too heavy, but Seventeen still took half a month to find Xiao Ziyu's trace again.

It was a small remote village, far away from the town. It had just encountered a landslide because it was so remote that the government had no time to take care of it.

Seventeen was also taken aback when he touched the roof and entered the village. It was a real horror. The house collapsed, the fertile land was damaged, the half-grown crops were washed away, and the gray-haired old man was crying. Kneeling in the ruins and crying bitterly.

Said it was a tragedy on earth, but that was probably the case.

Seventeen feels uncomfortable, but cares more about another issue.

Xiao Ziyu? Isn't she buried here?

Seventeen squeaked in his heart, and ignoring anything else, he swiftly flashed across the ruins when he mentioned light work.

In fact, if Xiao Ziyu were really buried here, Seventeen should be the happiest person, and she would have taken her life effortlessly. She should be overjoyed, but at this moment Seventeen's heart is more panic.

She can't tell, it's more like a loss.

She chased Xiao Ziyu and killed her for six years, and she hasn't hurt anyone's clothing. If Xiao Ziyu is dead now, who is going to take revenge for the full pocket of hatred she has in her heart?

The enemy of one foot at the age of twelve, the enemy of a sword at the age of fifteen, and the enemy of a stroke a month ago.

If Xiao Ziyu dies, what should she do? She didn't know where to go.

——This is not a kind of sorrow.

She wants to defeat Xiao Ziyu, she wants to kill Xiao Ziyu, this is a deep-seated obsession.

——It's hard to let go.

Seventeen hurriedly circled the village, and finally found Xiao Ziyu in a mess by a messy mountain stream.

The white clothes that have always been spotless are full of mud and dirt. If it weren't for people still moving, Seventeen would probably think that it was a mud statue.

What makes Seventeen's mouth twitch the most is not her embarrassed image, but what she is doing, she is holding her world-renowned sword, digging the soil.

The sword of a swordsman is used to fight against enemies and to delight in the world. The sword is another life of the swordsman. From life to death, the swordsman accompanies her with the sword in his hand.

The sword is there, and the sword is dead.

Seventeen almost died of anger while holding her sword. It was because she also used a sword, she couldn't bear it. Now she wanted to rush over and beat Xiao Ziyu to rescue the innocent sword.

The night was quiet, and Seventeen cautiously moved forward for a certain distance, revealing a sword tip in his hand, the light and shadow were dazzling, and the murderous aura was covered by the sound of the wind.

She is still unwilling to die.

She was already very close, and it seemed to vaguely hear a voice, weak like a faint evening breeze in the mountains intermittently, as if it would completely disappear in the next moment.

"Big sister, big sister," the voice paused for a while, bringing up a hint of crying, "Will I die?"

Seventeen pushed the long sword that was about to be shaken into the sheath again, and looked around attentively.

"No," Xiao Ziyu's voice was very soft, with a rare gentleness, "I will save you out."

Seventeen finally saw the situation clearly. The ruins where Xiao Ziyu was located turned out to be a house built by a stream. When the rocks rolled down, they were the first to suffer. The only thing that was destroyed was the gravel beams.

But it was a miracle. In the gap between the beams of the house and the gravel, there was a child who escaped the natural disaster and was crushed under the gravel, leaving a sigh of relief.

She finally understood why Xiao Ziyu used the sword to dig the soil.

The child's voice was still intermittent and timidly asked: "Big sister, my parents and sister were washed away by the flash flood. Have you seen them outside? Are they okay?"

Xiao Ziyu's lips moved, but he didn't seem to know what to say.

At the moment when Xiao Ziyu hesitated, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the western mountain wall.

Xiao Ziyu raised his head subconsciously just in time to see Seventeen playing an ugly block. A few rocks were blocked into the mountain stream, making two sounds, and the girl in black also took a few steps back.

"Thank you." The moment she saw that person, her eyes lit up.

Seventeen wiped her face, wiped away the splashing water on her face, and turned around. This time she didn't cover her face. She was a little embarrassed: "You're welcome."

She whispered.

It was a great courage, after all, a killer can't be revealed in front of others.

After speaking, she was stunned again, the sky was pitch black, and she couldn't see her face even if she didn't wear a facial mask.

Seventeen was silent again before walking quickly to Xiao Ziyu's side: "Here has just experienced a natural disaster, and the geology is unstable. It is better to rescue people early. I will help you dig together."

Then she drew out her saber.

She is a swordsman and naturally loves swords like her life, but sometimes the sword does not resist her life. After all, human life is greater than the sky.

Although the master said he was stingy and stingy on weekdays, he never treated her badly in weapons.

Her sword is different from the elegant and slender sword in the hands of ordinary people. Her sword is thick and heavy. Although it is not as good-looking as others when dancing, it is now very handy for digging soil.

The child could not hear the movement outside, but felt that he had not received a response for a long time, and his voice began to tremble: "Big sister, are you still there? My parents and sister..."

"I saw them outside the village. They are all very well. They suffered minor injuries. Don't worry, speak less and keep more strength." Seventeen used the sword to lift the horizontal wood in front of him and whispered comforting. .

Maybe it was really too scared. The child didn't hear the difference in voice for a while, but asked cryingly: "Really?"

Xiao Ziyu also continued to dig, his voice slowed down: "Really."

Seventeen turned his head and glanced at Xiao Ziyu. They didn't even know the child's father, mother and sister, and they had never lived with the child. Naturally, it was impossible to know the life and death of her family, but at this time, even if they knew this was a lie, they had to say it. .

——Sometimes whether that breath can be suspended is a matter of this sentence.

Seventeen and Xiao Ziyu dug their heads for more than two hours, and only dug out the child when it was light. It was a girl of about ten years old, covered in blood and mud, with one arm hanging limply beside her body, and two dyed. Bloody eyes were full of tears, dying.

Xiao Ziyu couldn't care too much, carefully picked up the child and performed light work, looting to the village clinic.

Seventeen closely followed her, the distance between the two was only one arm, and the tip of the sword was passed two inches forward to touch the corner of Xiao Ziyu's clothes.

Seventeen unconsciously rubbed the scabbard.

At this time, it was the beginning of the day and night, when the night and day intertwined the horizon in a chaotic period. Seventeen touched the hilt of his sword, rubbing the scabbard of Xuan Tie's scabbard slightly hot.

Xiao Ziyu probably suffered some injuries in the previous mudslide, and the place on his back that was hit by the rocks was faintly bleeding. In addition, after a night of digging the ruins, he didn't even deal with the wounds. Now he can't seem to be stable with his light work. .

This is the best time for her to do it.

The cold light on the horizon dissipated the last ray of darkness in the world, but the cold and bright light also calmed people's eagerness.

The sword was lifted half an inch, and the murderous intentions disappeared in a flash.

The person next to him suddenly shook his body and staggered, and something happened at the moment when he was performing his light work, and he was about to plant a tree.

"Watch out!"

Seventeen reached out in time to help Xiao Ziyu: "You still have injuries on your leg, I'll hold it."

Her voice was a little low, but she did not hesitate the moment she stretched out her hand.

She did come to kill Xiao Ziyu, but it wasn't this way.

The sky was finally bright, the red morning glow gushing out from the sky, Xiao Ziyu seemed to want to turn his head to say something, but his body was really stretched to the limit. Just handing over the child, he couldn't hold it anymore, and his body swayed and swayed. On the shoulders of seventeen.

Seventeen gritted his teeth, put Xiao Ziyu on his back, held the child in his arms, and ran to the hospital with difficulty.

At this time, there was a hint of gratitude. It was useful for Master to encourage her to practice light exercises. After all, running fast can really save her life when it is critical.

She ran the mountain road for twenty miles before dragging two people into the clinic. The old doctor in the clinic and his apprentice rushed to give medicine to the two injured. Seven has gone.

"This young hero just left? Why didn't she wait for her friend to wake up and say something?" The old doctor whispered while shaking the fan of the decoction, very puzzled.

Seventeen touched the purse in the shadow of the roof, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, you run fast, or you should pay for the medicine yourself.

Xiao Ziyu woke up the next night. When he woke up, he asked where the person who rescued her was. The old doctor shook his head and said truthfully: "Leave early."

Xiao Ziyu was silent for a moment, and suddenly walked onto the main street, propped up.

The long night stars are not as bright as the young hero at this moment. She has a sword hung on her waist. Even if the white dress is no longer like snow, she still has a sense of chivalry between her eyes.

She held her fists and bowed solemnly on the long street. Her voice was clear and solemn and said, "Thank you very much."

Seventeen was hidden in the Xingzi Forest in front of the clothing hall. Although she knew that Xiao Ziyu could not see her, she still felt at a loss at this moment.

She thinks that one day, she will solemnly accept this thank you, like a real hero, showcasing the momentum of helping each other to see the injustice, and confidently replying to her.

"Why be polite."

Then, kill her.

The author has something to say: I am a silly dog ​​who is entangled and wrote three editions (﹏) I chose the current edition for the fluency of the plot, but I like the other two editions, so I put one edition in the story. (Little angels can choose to watch or not to watch qaq) It’s an orz like an if branch

Xiao Ziyu had been in trouble since the first day he went down the mountain. He was quite gloating at the beginning of the seventeenth day, but soon discovered that this was not a good thing.

There are too many troublemakers, and Xiao Ziyu is light and good. She loses Xiao Ziyu's trace completely if she doesn't pay attention to a little further away, but someone will come by and take care of her as soon as she is too close.

The shout is always: "Come on! There is a follower of Xiao Ziyu here."

Although she was indeed stalking Xiao Ziyu, it was true that she shouted like this...

Moreover, there is always a hatred transfer function in these words, and half of the people are often separated to besiege her as soon as they are said.

She tried to explain in vain at first, but she got red eyes and saw blood from the sword. Who is still in the mood to listen to her nonsense?

Half a month later, a group of stubborn stubborns came, and their heads were not so good, they thought that the seventeenth was a special guard sent by Xiao Zhangmen to Xiao Ziyu, and most of them came to deal with her.

That group of people was really hard-pointed, and they relied on more than seventeen people to besieged.

Seventeen struggled for an hour, and finally was slashed on the right arm holding the sword with a slash. The moment the blood was gushing, she could hardly hold the sword in her hand, and the opponent grabbed the gap and slapped her head. Down.

She really thought she would be folded here, so she didn't react when the white dress was in front of her.

When someone caught her and jumped to the top of the tree with her intact other hand, she forgot to take the light work. The weight of the two people pressed the white clothes and the white clothes also sank, so the next moment Seventeen heard the sword pierce. The voice of flesh and blood.

There was a warmth spreading along the chest of the person behind her on the back of Seventeen. She wanted to look back, but the head of the person behind her suddenly dropped, a mouthful of blood just coughed up on her side, and his head almost rested on her shoulder. .

The voice is extremely low: "Get on the horse."

It was Xiao Ziyu's voice.

Although I had expected it for a long time, the real confirmation was still shocking. Fortunately, there were still chasing soldiers behind him at this time, which made Seventeen not have the mind to entangle too much for the time being.

Tethered in the mountain is a bay red horse with excellent feet. Seventeen is leaning on the reins. Xiao Ziyu’s head is resting on her shoulders, and her breath rang in her ears, and Seventeen feels that his heartbeat is also following. There seems to be nothing.

She came to kill Xiao Ziyu, however, it wasn't this way.

The mountain wind passed by, and a strong smell of blood filled her mouth and nose. For the first time, she didn't want Xiao Ziyu to die.

The horse ran wild for a hundred miles and finally stopped in a mountain forest. Seventeen Xiao Ziyu hugged the horse and laid it flat. Only then did she see her wound.

There are two in total, one is a penetrating wound, which runs through the entire chest from the back, and the other is a stab wound that cuts a hideous gap in the back.

Fortunately, Xiao Ziyu's inner strength was deep, and finally he let out a sigh of relief.

The process of treating each other's wounds with the two wounded was tortuous and difficult. Seventeen's arm was still wounded and Xiao Ziyu's hands kept trembling. Ken screamed, but gritted his teeth, sweating down.

Seventeen hesitated and asked, "Why did you save me?"

Xiao Ziyu's face was pale and his voice was weak: "I have seen you."

Seventeen's face became stiff, yes, she almost had one ear cut off at the age of twelve, and was picked up by her twice in half a year at the age of fifteen. It was so embarrassing that she even remembered herself. .

"I saw you practiced swords in the back mountain."

Seventeen choked for a while, she really thought too much, she thought she was hiding well, it turned out to be a joke.

Wait, what did she just say? Seventeen suddenly raised his eyes, and just hit Xiao Zi's calm eyes. The young man looked serious: "The door stipulates that disciples are not allowed to go in and out of the mountains at will."

Did you think of her as a disciple of Lingshan? Seventeen froze for a moment, put on a very sincere expression and moved forward: "I have admired Brother Xiao for a long time!"

The sky was getting dark, and the seventeenth in the blur seemed to see the corners of Xiao Ziyu's mouth twitching. She was wondering whether she could lie to her, and she heard Xiao Ziyu's lower and lower voice, which seemed to have gritted her teeth.

After a long while, Xiao Ziyu spit out a word from the gap between his teeth: "Hand--"

Seventeen realized that she was too nervous just now, and she actually put her hand on Xiao Ziyu's wound, no wonder that Xiao Ziyu's face was distorted like that.

"Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry—"

The mountain was cold and damp, perhaps because of injuries. I slept very restlessly on the night of the 17th. I was shivered by the cold wind in the middle of the night, and then subconsciously pressed the scabbard with my right hand. This movement just touched the wound, and it hurt immediately. wake up.

A solitary moon hung in the sky, and the cold moonlight shone on Xiao Ziyu's thin side face, making her pale even more.

In order to avoid touching the wound on the back, she slept sideways, now with her back facing Seventeen, and Jian Heng looked unsuspecting.

Seventeen unconsciously rubbed the scabbard.

This is the best time for her to do it.

The opportunity she hadn't waited for after two years of defending at Xiaoshan came now. Xiao Ziyu was seriously injured away from Xiaoshan. There really is no better chance. She just raised her hand slightly...

The scabbard was slightly hot by him, and the cold moonlight couldn't calm people's eagerness.

She is a killer, not a knight, she focuses on the result rather than the process.

How long will she wait if she missed this opportunity? Master is a lesson from the past. Not everyone is willing to spend ten years on a goal, at least she is not.

She stood up and drew out the sword--

——Cut a small bundle of wood to make a fire.

The bright moon cast a thousand miles of brilliance, and she sighed for a long time.

After all, I was injured to save myself. Although it was a misunderstanding, I really can't be so beasts. I would avenge my grievances. Wait for the next time. Next time, don't blame her sword fast.

He swears secretly in his heart, but silently moved the firewood to Xiao Ziyu's side in his hand. After all, it was really cold at night.

——

There is a rumor that Xiao Ziyu has accepted a shameless follower.

Regarding the above statement 17 means that she does not want to admit a word, not a single word!

It was the third day after the robbery that the two wounded men supported each other and walked down the mountain. There was only one breath left in Male, and the two seriously injured young men added up to one breath.

After walking through the uninhabited dense forest for three days, I finally saw how excited the town seventeen was, and tears filled my eyes.

At the moment when he saw the town, Seventeen immediately chose to part ways with Xiao Ziyu, not conspiring with each other, not to mention that she was here to kill her.

The golden sore medicine that I carried with me has long been used up, and the wound that was simply bandaged has begun to faintly aches under the scorching sun. Although the injury is on the arm, it will not endanger life, but if the injury worsens, the sword cannot be used. That is for the swordsman. Said it was more terrible than death.

Seventeen hurried to the hospital with almost no hesitation.

But she overlooked a very important issue-she has no money.

When someone came out of the hospital, Seventeen finally understood the importance of Master's words. It is shameful for a killer to have no money, because she may not die by suicide, but by poverty.

She is strong in martial arts, but her right arm is seriously injured, and this is a city medicine prescription. Robbery is basically equal to death. However, the arm cannot be cured. Seventeen Zheng is full of entanglement and helplessness, and a voice suddenly sounded behind her: "You?"

Seventeen was stunned for a moment, and turned around to see Xiao Ziyu holding a horse.

Xiao Ziyu suffered more injuries than her, so it is understandable to fall behind her.

"Senior Brother Xiao, you also came here to heal your injuries and buy medicine?"

Seventeen clutched her right arm, deeply feeling her own shamelessness.

Xiao Ziyu was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

Seventeen: "..."

"This pharmacy belongs to my family."

Turns the corner, but Liu Anhua is just like that. What Seventeen thinks of is not thanking God, but is this a rich man?