There is no backyard in Wulaifeng.It is surrounded by deep dark green bamboo forest.The swaying shadows of the bamboos filtered through the fragmented sunlight, making the place even more quiet and secluded, as if it were isolated from the world.Deep in the bamboo forest, a white figure was practicing sword.Xie Qingmo was wearing a snow-white narrow-sleeved long gown, and his sleeves fluttered with his sword moves, like flowing clouds and crane feathers.Her ink-black long hair was only half-tied up with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair brushed across her frosty profile. The green color of the bamboo forest was reflected deep in her eyes, but there was not the slightest ripple.When practicing sword skills, he moved like flowing water. Every time the sword was thrust out, there was a sound of breaking through the air. It was extremely sharp, and the sword energy was so strong that the surrounding bamboo leaves fluttered.Xie Qingmo stopped and looked down at the sword.A feeling of stagnation lingered between the fingertips and the hilt, as if a subtle gap had been created between the natal sword that had accompanied him for many years.He turned his wrist slightly, preparing to stop, regulate his breathing, and concentrate his mind again.Changes occur suddenly.The silver Chen sword in his hand, with dark cloud patterns engraved on the blade, suddenly trembled continuously, broke free from his control, flew out of his hand, and turned into a stream of light that rushed straight into the sky above the bamboo forest.hum-The clear sound of the sword resounded throughout the bamboo forest, and an invisible air wave exploded with the sword as the center.Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and countless green bamboo leaves were violently swept up and flew all over the sky, blocking the sunlight and blurring Xie Qingmo's vision. His snow-white robe was fluttered in the wind, making rustling sounds.After a few breaths, the wind stopped and the leaves fell.Green leaves fell like raindrops, and the bamboo forest returned to peace.Amid the rain of fluttering bamboo leaves, a young man in black tights appeared quietly. His long black hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a hairband, and the tail of his hair swept over his shoulders as he tilted his head slightly.He has a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a natural, faint smile at the corners of his lips, exuding the carefree and unrestrained spirit of youth.Xie Qingmo looked over warily, then frowned in surprise.He had never seen this man.The backyard of Wulai Peak, especially the area near his residence, has always been a forbidden area. How could this person break in without making any sound?Jinchen folded his arms, standing leisurely among the bamboo leaves, looking at Xie Qingmo without any hesitation.[Detected the villain in this world's plot, triggering the blackening value, current blackening value: 60! ]Xie Qingmo's eyes turned cold, and his body became even colder. With a flip of his wrist, the Chen sword that had just been out of control turned into a stream of light and returned to his hand.The tip of the sword was raised, pointing straight at the black-clothed young man in front of him, his voice was clear and distant."Who are you?"Jinchen looked at the cold sword tip pointing at him, tilted his head slightly, and the smile at the corner of his lips deepened, revealing a bit of cunning.He raised his chin provocatively towards Xie Qingmo.Xie Qingmo: “…”His brows furrowed even tighter, not understanding the boy's strange body language at all.The intention of expulsion became stronger and the voice became colder."Who is trespassing into Wulai Peak and where are they from?"Jinchen then slowly raised his hand, pointed his slender fingers at his straight nose, and said clearly: "I, Jinchen."Then, the finger changed direction and pointed accurately at the Chen Sword held tightly in Xie Qingmo's hand, with a matter-of-fact tone."Come from here."Xie Qingmo was surprised and looked down at the Chen Sword in his hand. The sword body trembled slightly and a subtle resonance came out."Sword Spirit..."Xie Qingmo guessed subconsciously, but couldn't believe it.“Feel me.”A clear young boy's voice sounded deep in his mind.At the same time, the sword intent, which had the same origin as his own sword energy but was even more lively and agile, passed through the hilt of the sword, wrapped around his fingertips, and finally flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness.The unique soul throbbing originating from the natal sword also follows. The natal sword gave birth to the sword spirit, which was an opportunity that many sword practitioners dreamed of all their lives but could never obtain.The birth of a new sword spirit has not been heard for hundreds of years.Xie Qingmo has always been introverted and rarely shows his emotions, but at this moment he almost couldn't control his emotions.Jinchen caught this instantaneous change, frowned again, and complained with a bit of grievance."You were in a bad mood before, and it has been affecting me."He pointed at his heart, then at Xie Qingmo, "You feel depressed, you are suffering."Xie Qingmo was slightly startled, then lowered his eyes.Yes, those days when I was abandoned by my loved ones and felt disheartened... It turned out that even my own sword felt that heaviness.There was a hint of apology in his eyes, and he whispered, "...I'm sorry."Although the voice was faint, it carried a rare warmth.Jinchen immediately perked up and took a step forward, "Whoever bullied you, I'll help you fight back."Xie Qingmo looked at the pure concern and enthusiasm in the boy's eyes, and shook his head slowly with a bit of bitterness, "No need."He had already isolated himself from all those injuries.Jinchen looked at him and held Xie Qingmo's sword-holding fingers."You were not in a stable state of mind just now. Feel my sword intent."What came from the fingertips was pure sword intent, without any sluggishness.The feeling was too wonderful. Xie Qingmo was somewhat uncomfortable with this sudden close contact that went beyond the tacit understanding between man and sword.But the kendo instinct overwhelmed everything.His fingertips moved slightly, full of anticipation."Come."The sword energy rises again.The figure in white fluttered among the green bamboos, incorporating Jinchen's unrestrained and uninhibited spirit, becoming less lonely and more agile.Jinchen leaned against the green bamboo with a leisurely posture. He picked a bamboo leaf with a sharp edge and placed it to his lips.The clear and melodious sound of the leaf flute, which is untuned but full of wildness, interweaves with the whistling of swords and the singing of wind.Suddenly, the sound of Ye Di stopped abruptly.Jinchen stood up straight, staring at Xie Qingmo, wanting to say something but stopping himself, with a smile in his eyes.Xie Qingmo put away his sword and stood up, looking at Jinchen, "What's wrong?"Jinchen licked his lower lip and looked at him motionlessly, "You are sweating."“Salty.”Xie Qingmo: “…”I couldn't believe what I heard.The almost panicked blush quickly spread from the ears to the neck.Xie Qingmo had lived for so many years, practicing asceticism and hardship, but he had never heard such a straightforward and intimate evaluation.Especially since these words came from the mouth of his natal sword spirit.Xie Qingmo almost wanted to throw the sword in his hand away immediately, as if it was a hot potato."You..." He tried to maintain his usual cold rebuke, but found that his voice was a little tight and he was speechless for a moment.Jin Chen looked at his rare embarrassment and finally replied, "We can disconnect the empathy.""do not be angry."As soon as he finished speaking, Jinchen snapped his fingers casually.Xie Qingmo took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and tried to make his voice steady."From now on... don't empathize casually."But this order sounds a bit harsh but weak.Jinchen hummed obediently, looking very well-behaved, as if the bad behavior just now had nothing to do with him.He tiptoed and lightly jumped onto the slanting bamboo branch beside him and sat down. The dark hem of his clothes hung down, forming a sharp contrast with the green bamboo."Okay, you continue."Xie Qingmo looked up and saw that the young man had a bright and clean smile and was full of energy, but it was hard to see him as an ignorant newborn spirit.