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"Is this the sword?"

Mu Fan caressed the saber lightly, his eyes blurred for a moment, as if he had fallen into the memories of the past.

Qing Yuan raised his brows lightly: "Brother Mu, would you like to tell Qing Yuan?"

"That\'s a long story to say."

Mu Fan\'s right index finger lightly stroked the hilt of the sword, thinking about how to tell the story.

"Senior Brother Mu think slowly, I\'m not in a hurry."

Qing Yuan raised her head, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, rested her face and looked at him with a smile.

"That was six years ago."

A picture of the past appeared before Mu Fan\'s eyes, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

*

six years ago.

Xiao Mufan, who is only ten years old, sits cross-legged on the top of the cliff at the back of the Xiaoyao School, meditating alone, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to cultivate.

A black hawk swooped down from the sky, grabbed the young fairy bird playing beside him, and flew high with wings.

The young bird screamed and struggled desperately under the eagle\'s claws.

Hearing the sound of birdsong, Mu Fan opened his eyes suddenly, and had no time to think about taking off with his sword and chasing the Black Linying.

Hei Linying is a second-level monster, and Mu Fan is only an eighth-level Qi training, so there is a huge difference in strength.

Hei Linying bullied him when he was young, circled around and swooped down from a high altitude.

Mu Fan couldn\'t dodge in time, and was blown away by the black eagle\'s wingspan as hard as iron, and fell to the cliff with his sword.

At the moment of crisis, a girl in Tsing Yi arrived in time, shot down the black eagle, and saved him and the fairy bird.

*

"Chirp."

The fairy bird and baby bird shivered in fright, curled up in Mu Fan\'s arms like a little quail, and screamed weakly.

Mu Fan stroked the young bird\'s feathers lightly, and looked at the broken sword in two, pursing his lips and smiling bitterly.

The broken sword was given to him by his master, and there is only one.

Without the flying sword, how should he practice swordsmanship and fly with the sword?

"Little brother, do you want a flying sword? My sister has it."

The girl in Tsing Yi seemed to see his annoyance, a flash of inspiration flashed in her right hand, and a simple and heavy long sword appeared, and she handed it to him with a smile.

"This sword?"

Mu Fan\'s eyes widened suddenly, looking at the sword in the girl\'s hand, for some reason, his heart beat faster for a moment.

The girl\'s nimble black eyes flashed cunningly: "As long as you call me sister, this sword will be given to you."

"Give it to me?"

Mu Fan couldn\'t believe it: "Really?"

"Naturally it is true."

The girl smiled sweetly, and the pampering in her eyes was obvious: "When did sister ever lie to you?"

"you know me?"

Mu Fan blinked blanklyLooking at the strange girl in front of him, he was sure he hadn\'t seen it before.

"Ahem."

As soon as the girl\'s words came out, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, her nimble black eyes turned around, and she thought of a reason to explain it on her own.

"My sister saw you when you were just born. At that time, you were too young to remember anything, so I couldn\'t remember my sister."

"You really know me?"

Mu Fan felt a little joy in his heart.

He practiced alone in the back mountain of the Xiaoyao Sect. Since he remembered, he had never seen other outsiders except his master and senior sister.

Sometimes, I feel really lonely.

"Well, I know."

The girl seemed to have seen his flash of loneliness, felt distressed, squatted down, and put the long sword in his palm.

"Thank you sister."

Mu Fan clenched his long sword tightly, his heartbeat accelerated with excitement, and the word "sister" came out naturally.

"So cute."

The girl rubbed his head fondly, her eyelids were slightly wet, and there seemed to be tears flashing.

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