Sword Energy Returns to the Heart

[A ray of sword energy turns into a human being, and a small town hides the sword in its heart] Return to Jian Town, warm rain. When the young man pushed open the wooden door of the inn, the wind chimes on the eaves rang softly. He was carrying an unsheathed wooden sword on his back, the word "" on the blade was soaked in rain and shone brightly. "Shopkeeper, take a bowl of Yangchun noodles and sprinkle with chopped green onion." The voice was clear and clear, with the unique vitality of a young man. But when the shopkeeper looked up, he saw something in the young man's eyes that should not belong to his age - it was the wind and sand of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the dusk in the sky of Lizhu Cave, and the smile of a certain scholar in white when he turned around. Outside the window, three sword cultivators stood with their swords in hand, and the rainwater formed a trickle on the sword hilts. After finishing the last bite of noodles, the boy put down the copper and picked up the wooden sword. "The third game today." He whispered to himself, "Master said that the sword should be drawn out slowly and drawn back quickly." In the rain curtain, the wooden sword was raised. Ten miles away, a man in blue shirt held an umbrella and stopped, sighing softly: "We found it so quickly..." The edge of the umbrella was raised, revealing a pair of eyes that had seen the changes in the mountains and rivers but were trembling slightly at this moment.