Li Bai hadn't seen Xiao Qian'er cry for a long time.

The last time he cried so hard was at the beginning of the year when he accompanied the young lady back home for the wedding. They had just boarded the Mayfly at Longquan Ferry - a suspended mountain used for ferrying across the sea of ​​clouds - and were returning to Duyou City.

That day, she ran from the foot of the Mayfly Mountain to the top of the mountain, and then from the south side of the mountain to the back side, jumping and frowning, looking eagerly.

But there was no sign of someone.

Zhao Rong, who broke his promise to exchange jade on their wedding night, did not come to see them off.

At that time, the little girl thought that this departure would be a farewell forever.

He will go south to Xiaoyao Island without looking back, without saying goodbye...

Li Bai flashed and appeared in a bamboo forest. Zhao Qian'er immediately ran up to him, her peach blossom eyes red and swollen from crying.

"How……"

The little girl punched and kicked the man with the sword who wanted to speak, without saying a word.

Li Bai immediately shut up and stood up straight.

He stood there with his head down and eyes narrowed, silently accepting the beating.

Xiao Qian'er was hammering while crying, "Wuwuwuwu, where have you been?... Why did you come only now... Why did you come only now... Brother Rong'er... Brother Rong'er, wuwuwuwu..."

Choking and sobbing.

The man holding the sword turned his head after being hit on the face by the hammer again.

Squint your eyes and look south.

The girl, who was sent a thousand miles away by her lover, cried and anxiously told the story of the dangerous situation that happened in the bamboo forest courtyard not long ago.

Li Bai held the sword and listened in silence.

At a certain moment, the pretty girl with a tearful face stopped hammering, suddenly squatted down, curled up her petite body and buried her head.

"Brother Rong'er... Rong..."

The man holding the sword looked down and saw her shoulders shaking violently twice, then she suddenly stood up and raised her head.

"He won't die!"

This is a pretty face that is pale and wet with tears but extremely indifferent.

Nearly a quarter of an hour had passed since Xiao Qian'er was sent away by Zhao Rong.

Fuyao was against Jindan, and had already used up all her back-up plans...even if Tianzhi was against Jindan, he could hardly last more than half an incense stick of time.

This even takes into account the time that the disfigured old scholar might have spent deliberately killing people, which would take no more than half an incense stick of time at most.

Li Bai pursed his lips.

It was as if she had suddenly become a different person. The pretty girl who was crying the previous second was now staring calmly into Li Bai's eyes, answering every word.

"He won't die."

The man holding the sword nodded silently.

"I... must take him back. My lady and I can't live without him... I want that dirty and despicable old beast to die!"

Li Bai looked at her and nodded.

Xiao Qian'er's pretty face was extremely cold, "And there's also Zhang Huizhi who betrayed him, and... all the accomplices who led this incident."

Her pale cheeks bulged, and her bloodless lips squeezed out the words in her heart:

"Everyone must die. No one can escape."

Li Bai nodded.

"That old beast was at the Golden Core Realm when he attacked, or he might have hidden his level of half a realm... You, stop hiding your abilities," she said.

Li Bai smiled and nodded.

The girl looked at him, her usually clear voice becoming a little hoarse. "He has a mysterious pipe in his hand, its origin is unknown, its rank is unknown, it is extremely powerful against sword cultivators, all the sword energy that Qiu Qian and Mr. Bai gave me for self-defense was restrained by it, and it was also used to restrain the sword amulet that Xiaoyao Mansion gave me for self-defense."

The man holding the sword tightened the sword in his arms and nodded again.

The sword that carried her natal flying sword was taken away from the cold-hearted girl, but she was still furious and domineering.

She raised her head slightly, her chest rising and falling, and she let out a long breath, and suddenly said, "This old beast conspired with Zhang Huizhi and came prepared. They may have also prepared a backup plan to deal with you."

The man in green clothes holding a sword smiled brightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Walk."

He uttered a word.

Backhand? Oh, let's try it.

Zhao Qian'er nodded vigorously, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and she was about to turn around.

At this time, the man holding the sword reached into his arms, grabbed out an old sword wrapped in countless tiny purple-black thunders with his five fingers, and threw it to Zhao Qianer.

The girl paused and turned around to take the sword.

The air within the bamboo forest was faintly filled with the sounds of ancient and distant thunder.

This gifted young lady, who had just entered Xiaoyao Mansion and was already far ahead of the other students in the same mansion, had a slender figure and stood still, holding an equally slender sword in her delicate right hand.

Place it horizontally in front of your body, with the sword as high as your eyebrows.

She looked level.

The old sword was two feet and seven inches long, purple and black in color, with thunder of the same color swirling around it. The slender sword body seemed to contain terrifyingly powerful thunder force.

Among the great forces of nature, the power of thunder is the most powerful.

And this sword seems to contain a terrifying "thunder pool".

This is the subtle feeling of the cold-blooded girl who has lost her lifelong sword at this moment.

She even had a feeling that the simple little sword was about to slip out of her hands and she could no longer control it, and her palms were burning hot.

The relationship between the natal flying sword and the natal sword it is bound to is like that between an arm and five fingers. Even if the arm is strong, how can it be used without five fingers to make a fist? At this moment, the two are separated, and the girl feels the pain of cutting her soul.

However, she still had a cold face, even though she was experiencing two kinds of pain at the same time.

The cold-hearted girl was trembling all over, but she held the sword tightly.

The man looked at the girl and the sword.

This sword once belonged to an old friend.

She is a grumpy old woman from Beikunpengzhou.

At that time, he was not yet the so-called 'old man in the Marquis' Mansion' as he is now, and he also looked down on the Zhao family, the Mysterious Bird of Destiny.

That year, he thought that the most handsome master's attire in the world was a blood-red robe, sword in hand, drinking and killing monsters.

That year, the sword he liked to hold in his arms was not the one he had in front of him, but a sword with the same name as a certain human ancestor.

He, in blood-stained clothes, held it as if he was holding the whole world.

Where can't you go?

It was also in that year that he entered the Demon Wasteland Gate in a blood-stained robe to kill monsters, met a group of interesting people, and also met this old woman whose temper was as violent as the sword in her hand.

This woman from the northernmost continent is completely different from the kind of women he likes. She drinks more heartily than men, and she swears and tells dirty jokes more vulgarly than men. She is only a Jindan, but she likes to scold her fellow travelers, some of whom are big men in the seventh realm, for being cowards. "Wenrou" laughed and said that they are more cowards than any weak scholar in the Northern Kunpeng Continent who cannot lift a sword, and are not as good as the Zhao men of the glorious Tianming Xuanniao.

The big men who were traveling with her looked at each other in bewilderment. Some laughed and cursed, and some shook their heads helplessly. However, no one had the right to tell her to shut up, because every time there was an order from the Marquis' Mansion "outside the door", she, whose surname was not Zhao, was always the one who stood at the front among all the Nine Continents sword practitioners who came to kill monsters - the ones who were the most fearless in the eyes of some people - and so this group of big men could only follow with laughter and cursing.

She and they only moved forward, not backward, along the way, wanting to measure the desolate and vast demonic land with the tip of her sword one inch at a time.

During the day, they sharpened swords and killed monsters in the wilderness, and at night they lit a bonfire on the top of the mountain. The monster blood, sword energy, and the cold wind of the wilderness mixed with the strong liquor of foreign flavor went down their throats. They couldn't tell the difference between spiciness and pain, laughter and scolding... Later, they killed Kui Niu in a certain abyss called Cang, took the thunder pill, killed hundreds of monsters, and captured Li Hun... and forged swords for this hot-tempered woman who had the weakest cultivation but was the first to rush forward.

Later, some companions said jokingly, "Hundreds of demons in the abyss are stinging like thunder."

Thus, there came into being this small purple-black sword made from countless divine objects of thunder.

The reason why old friends are called old friends is because most of them only exist in other people’s stories and memories.

Later, the man and his remaining companions left the Gate of the Demon Wasteland, each holding a few swords of their old friends in their hands.

Later on, he no longer wore red clothes and no longer held a sword. He remembered the unintentional words of a hot-tempered woman in front of the campfire one night. He followed the road she had mentioned casually, rode Kunpeng, swam in the North Sea, went to the Far North Continent, and brought back the natal sword of the female swordsman at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, who was only half a step away from freedom, to her hometown.

Her husband was a deceased weak scholar who was a descendant of a branch of the Zhao family in Beikunpengzhou.

The two were childhood sweethearts and got married at a young age.

But fate can play tricks on us.

One of them was a man of the Zhao family, but he had no talent for swordsmanship. He was also young and sickly. He had a lot of passion but was unable to lift a sword. Later, he studied Confucian classics, but was also mediocre.

One person had a miserable life, being a lowly child bride, but she had an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship, and her career was smooth and full of adventures.

A young man and his wife, newlyweds, were in love, but fate was cruel and the man died of illness. So the woman took up the sword for her husband and rode the Kunpeng of the North Sea to the south of Fuyaozhou, responding to the sword order of the main bloodline of the Zhao family, and threw herself into the gate of the monster wilderness, never to return...

In the end, the Zhao clan branch to which the two belonged did not accept the sword that the man gave to the woman.

The old patriarch said that those who went to Kundu to kill the monster, the people, swords and clothes all belonged to the main branch of the Zhao family.

Not coming back is the greatest honor.

Only the cowardly and dishonorable, man or sword, will be sent home.

So the man nodded, returned to Kundu, and personally delivered the sword to the Electorate Palace of Fuyao.

However, the main branch of the Zhao family did not accept the sword.

The Fuyao Electorate Palace cannot take possession of all the swords and relics of non-Famous sword cultivators who come to Kundu to kill monsters.

This is an iron rule set by an ancestor of the Zhao family.

After the man went out again with his sword in his hand, he nodded again. He felt... bullshit.

Total shit.

What the hell are these rules?

He felt that the sword left behind by that hot-tempered woman who loved to curse and call people a coward should not be in such an unwanted situation.

It must "join" this damn Zhao family. All of you with the surname Zhao, don't even think about cheating.

So a certain man who wanted to curse his mother kept the sword of his old friend with him until today...

"Thunder."

In the bamboo forest, a man held a sword and raised his head, saying proudly.

"It's called Zhelei."

It is the thunder that awakens hibernating insects and is the first thunder of spring.

It is also the first thunder that always shocks all monsters, just like a certain violent woman.

At this moment, there is a girl holding a sword of thunder.

Raise the sword to eyebrows.

She did not turn to look at the man holding the sword, nor did she ask him about the origin of this powerful and unpredictable sword.

This stinging thunder seemed to have a unique will and emotions that belonged only to spiritual creatures.

The calm girl silently looked at the purple-black sword that looked like a pool of thunder.

Feel the raging thunder and anger contained within it that cannot be extinguished.

There was also thunder in her heart.

On the hilt of the sword in Zhao Qianer's hand, there was the familiar pattern of the Black Bird of Destiny.

In addition, there are some strange patterns on the purple-black sword that contains terrifying thunder. After looking at it for a long time, it will make people dizzy and have a headache.

If Zhao Rong were present at this moment, he would definitely be shocked when he saw these strange patterns.

This is exactly the Thunder Pattern that Gui had mentioned! It is a natural shape left by the Thunder Avenue, and it belongs only to... Thunder Purple Gold!

Therefore, the blade of this old sword is made of the same material as the divine Thunder Purple Gold Furnace! It is also the best material for sword-making used by powerful sword cultivators in the seventh realm...

"Thunder..."

A young girl held a 'thunder pond' in her hand and whispered softly, "Are you also... angry..."

The purple-black lightning that was emanating from the small sword named Zhe Lei suddenly disappeared.

It turned into an ordinary, simple little sword without any special features, and was quietly held in the hands of the indifferent girl.

It felt... something very familiar... coming back.

'She' is back.

Zhao Qian'er lowered her head and gently stroked a line of words on the sword with the tips of her two fingers.

Immediately, she put away the little fellow who had suddenly become docile and recognized his master, and looked up.

"Walk."

The man with the sword who had been standing nearby and watching silently nodded, and without delay, he raised his hand and placed it on the slender shoulder of the girl whose eyes contained thunder.

In an instant, the two people walking side by side in the bamboo forest disappeared without a trace...

At some point in time.

A slender hand belonging to a young girl touched a certain spot on the purple-black sword with her fingertips.

There, there was a line of inscription left by a female swordsman.

[Your grace is like raindrops, and my power is like thunder. 】