Jiangsu was closed for half a year, and as soon as he got out of the snow cliff, he saw several people waiting for him outside.

First, Zhang Wanxue, the boss who took care of him when he grew up, looked at his tender look. He first raised his hand and cut his long and messy hair. He complained softly and said, "Brother, over the past six months, you have suffered."

Jiang Su replied, "it is not bitter."

Zhang Wenxue patiently brushed the fine dust off his shoulders. Seeing that his skirt was slightly dishevelled, she couldn't help saying, "if you are so untidy again, how can there be a girl's family?"

He spoke with a sudden loss.

"Brother." Zhang Mengxue bowed his head to reshape his skirt, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, and said, "if …". If you have a family. "

Jiang Su looked calm: "there won't be."

Zhang Wenxue was slightly stunned, his face was filled with joy, and he looked up and looked forward to it.

Jiang Su: "they will only affect the speed of my sword."

Zhang Wanxue: "…."

Disciple in the door: "."

Qi du, a 17-year-old nephew, stood by and was inexplicably delighted to see that Master had eaten nothing.

If uncle doesn't like master, he will have a chance.

Qi du hurriedly leaned forward, blinked innocently and asked, "has little uncle improved his martial arts?"

Jiang Su answered faintly: "Yes."

"would you like to compete with me?" Qi du felt that he had a perfect grasp of Jiang Su's interests and preferences, and he hurriedly continued, "du er has worked hard in martial arts for the past six months and has made progress!"

Jiang Su really stopped, looked at him, nodded slightly and motioned to him to draw his sword.

Qi du draws his sword happily.

Qi du happily carried his sword and rushed to Jiangsu.

Qi du has imagined in his mind the picture of the entanglement of two swords.

Then the two swords intersected, and Qi du looked forward to seeing his sword picked up by Jiangsu, drawing a perfect parabola in mid-air, flying high over the treetops, smashing the snow, plopping off the snow cliff and startling countless birds.

Qi du: "."

Jiang Su: "it's boring."

Qi du: "."

Jiang Su: "you are too lame."

Qi du: "."

Jiang Su: "Shame."

Qi du: "."

Qi du cried.

There was silence all around, except for Zhang Mengxue's murmuring.

"Brother." Zhang Wenxue said, "you should show mercy."

Jiang Su turned a deaf ear.

Qi du cried even more.

……

This is the tenth year of Jiang Su wearing books.

Ten years ago, he inexplicably wore into a Tangduo sports novel and became the protagonist Jiang Su, who was only ten years old.

In the book, Jiang Su is the first beauty in rivers and lakes, and he is a stunning little uncle of the Zhishui sword school. He has numerous admirers in the rivers and lakes. Unfortunately, he only loves elegance and does not like to practice martial arts. Until the year of the weak crown, he was poisoned by the magical master, lost his reputation and fell into the abyss.

But the Jiang Su that wears into the book is different.

He is a straight steel man who does not know the wind and moon. His mother has been single for many years and has no interest in love.

He just wants to practice martial arts.

He has been fond of martial arts novels since he was a child, and he is full of yearning for the happy, grudging and angry horses in the novels. Now he finally has the opportunity to enter the martial arts world, so of course he should cherish it.

What kind of relationship? Isn't it good to practice martial arts?

Love and so on, it really affects the hero. I walk around the world.

Now he has become the first sword in the world, and ten years later, he will be the weak champion, and it is time for the original book plot to restart.

Just before leaving for the Wulin League, where the plot of the original book begins, he needs to do one more thing.

He had to fall off the snow cliff and pick up Qi du's sword.

……

In fact, Jiang Su didn't care whether Qidu cried or not.

But it was the sword that fell.

Swordsman's wife, swordsman's life, now he has lost his nephew's wife, just thinking about it, he feels uncomfortable all over.

The snowfall cliff is extremely deep, the mountain is as steep as a knife, and there is no road to walk, so we can only rely on light work to go up and down, and it is difficult for those who are slightly weaker to do it, but now the ice and snow on any cliff has not melted, and it is even more difficult to walk, throughout the whole waterproof sword school. Only Jiangsu can go on smoothly in the winter when the ice and snow has not disappeared.

Taking advantage of the night, he secretly touched down the snow cliff, successfully picked up Qi du's sword, and was about to return to the snow cliff when he suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong around him.

At the bottom of the snowy cliff, there should have been no one.

But now he saw that there were broken branches of trees not far away, and the shrubs at the edge of the cold pool at the bottom of the cliff were overwhelmed by large patches, and he frowned as he approached, he saw the scattered shoe prints and faint traces of blood in the snow.

Someone's around.

He held the sword in his hand and approached carefully, but he took a few steps and heard only a slight sound, then the sound of breaking through the air, and the chill of the front of the sword had arrived.

Jiang Su was quick to react, and he had stabbed it back with one sword, and by the time the blades intersected, he already had an estimate in mind.

Hidden in the dark is a swordsman.

He is also a master who can compete with him.

He was so excited that he wanted to fight this man for three hundred rounds at once. he paid all his attention to this man's swordsmanship, and he no longer cared about whether the other party was male or female, fat or thin.

He never went to see the other party's appearance, and after several moves, Fang realized that the man's swordsmanship was a little false.

It was only then that he remembered the blood on the snow. The man must have been seriously injured.

But it's too late.

He felt that he had met a close opponent, and every move showed no mercy, forcing the man to fight against the badly injured body. in the last form, Jiang Su picked up his opponent's sword, and the man vomited a mouthful of blood and fell in the snow.

Jiang Su looked up at the flying sword.

The long sword drew a familiar parabola, puffed into the cold pool on one side, and drummed to the bottom.

Jiang Su: "."

This picture is so familiar.

He has seen it twice today.

Only this time. There's obviously some trouble.

He can't swim.

……

Jiang Su finally took back his eyes and looked at the man on the ground.

It was a young man dressed in black in his early twenties, badly injured, with blood stains on the corners of his lips and lapels, and a terrible wound on his right shoulder, which did not look like a weapon. It was only then that Jiang Su noticed that he had just held a sword in his left hand, and at the moment, he was looking at Jiang Su with mental vigilance, and the two men were almost speaking at the same time, asking each other, "who are you?"

Jiang Su had a meal and coughed. After all, he lost his opponent's sword. He felt a little guilty and rushed to answer actively, saying, "in the lower water sword, send Jiang Su. I don't know if Shao Xia is …". "

He is the first sword in rivers and lakes, and he is also the "first beauty" in the hearts of countless people. he has a great reputation in rivers and lakes, and as long as he mentions his own name, he thinks, there should be no one who does not know him.

But the young man just frowned, read the words "stop Water Sword School", as if he didn't know him at all, and coldly replied, "Muyichuan."

Jiang Su has never heard of the name.

He saw that the young man looked alert and thought he was on guard against himself, but Jiang Su didn't care. the man in front of him, dragging a badly wounded body and using a left-handed sword that he was not used to, could even draw with him in several strokes. If the wound healed, he believed that this man's swordsmanship would not be inferior to him.

He rarely met a master who could be on a par with him in fencing, and his excitement was indescribable. When he saw that the man was hurt, he made an excuse and said, "you have been hurt, and I am not strong enough to win."

Muichuan looked at him silently.

"Why don't I take you back?" Jiang Su Dao, "when you recover from the injury, we will not be too late."

Muyichuan was stunned for a moment, then Fang asked, "aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy?"

Jiang Su smiled: "there is nothing to be afraid of."

The man was injured so badly that it would take at least several months to recover. Before he recovered, Jiang Su was 100% sure that he could control him.

Yes, walking in this jianghu, high kung fu means you can do whatever you want.

He pinned his nephew's sword to his waist, looked up at the height of the snow cliff, and estimated Mu Yichuan's weight in his mind, feeling that it would be difficult for him to climb up with two swords and such a big man on his back.

Muyichuan was still full of doubts. He frowned and asked him, "how are you going to get up there?"

Jiang Su casually replied, "step on the right foot with the left foot."

Muichuan: "?"

Jiang Su coughed and said, "climb slowly."

He squatted down slightly and signaled Muichuan to climb onto his back, but Muichuan hesitated. He covered the wound on his shoulder and asked, "Why did you save me?"

Jiang Su did not look back and casually replied, "I can't let myself die, can I?"

Muichuan murmured, "Yes, you are a disciple of the right way."

It was as if he had come to his senses at this moment and did not speak in silence, but he was reluctant to let Jiang Su carry him.

He had shed too much blood, and his pace was so weak that he could barely stand with the help of Jiangsu. the cliff was steep, and it was tiring to climb up here, even if he had not been hurt.

While Jiang Su supported him and jumped to a rock where he could barely gain a foothold, Mu Yichuan finally could not help but open his mouth and said, "I am not badly hurt. If you really can't go up, leave me behind."

Jiang Su was pulling vines, and the wind under the cliff was so loud that he did not listen to Qingmu Yichuan's words, but said earnestly, "Don't worry, you are not too heavy."

Muichuan: "…."

Jiang Su still said solemnly: "the two wives in charge of the Ning Shan School can have hundreds of jin, ah, what is the weight of you?"

After saying this, he grabbed Mu Yichuan and jumped up a little more, barely standing on the branch of a crooked-necked tree, and said, "Don't worry, if I can't climb any more, I must lose the sword first."

Mu Yichuan was slightly moved. Jiang Su gasped for breath and said, "although the sword is important, it is dead after all, and how can it be compared with human life."

Muichuan: "…."

Jiang Su added: "besides, the sword will not run. I can take you up first and then come back to pick it up."

Muyichuan is inevitably moved.

He seldom came into contact with the right people, but heard that the people around him said that there were many sanctimonious villains and gentlemen, but he never thought that they could do so much for a stranger they had never met.

He thought, maybe there are a lot of good people in the right way

Jiang Su suddenly said, "anyway, this is Qidu's sword."

Mu Yichuan was stunned: "what?"

The wind was so loud that Jiangsu obviously did not hear it clearly.

"Yes, the sword is the life of the swordsman's wife." Jiang Su murmured, "but this is my nephew's sword."

Muichuan: "…."

"other people's wives." Jiang Su is righteous and confident, "what does it have to do with me if you throw it a few more times?"

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Muzi Li, Yichuan Mountain, yes, this is the young master of magic teachings with poor naming ability. Please keep in mind: