At the end of the river, a snow-white donkey was slowly stamping its feet.

on its back.

Sitting upside down was a thin young man in brocade clothes, holding a book and reading aloud. The man seemed to be trapped in his own world, and the soft sound of reading was gentle and pleasant to the ears. He did not realize that the place he was in was not that safe at all.

soon.

A horse and a donkey passed by each other.

It seems that because the horse and Murong Fu's figure blocked the slightly warm sunlight, the person on the donkey's back fell into shadow.

He sneezed slightly, as if he noticed that the warmth was gone. Only then did the handsome man on the donkey's back react. He raised his head and looked at the horse parked beside him and the man sitting on the horse.

Murong Fu was quite elegant.

"This young man!"

"You're blocking the sun below!"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he held the book in front of him with one hand, like a Xizi holding his heart. After staring at Murong Fu for a long time, the Jinyi Master said with a rather uncomfortable expression.

your sun?

Murong Fu felt that the handsome scholar in front of him was speaking very arrogantly. He shook his head speechlessly, pointed behind him and said: "The mountain road here is not easy to walk on, so be careful! In this dangerous shoal, it is difficult to walk on it."

There are many robbers and thieves!"

"ha!"

Young Master Jinyi smiled softly when he heard this, pursed his lips slightly, stretched out his right hand and patted the luxurious sword on one side, and said: "With it, I'm not afraid!"

"hehe!"

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this. With his eyesight, he could tell that the luxurious long sword had never really been pulled out since it was hung next to this man. It had always been used as a decorative item. Besides, this

Among the murderous swords in the world, how many people have such a luxurious three-foot green blade?

"This sword looks good, it's a good sword!"

"What's it called?"

This sentence was just a casual sentence, the kind of person who had something to say. Regarding the handsome scholar in front of him, Murong Fu inexplicably felt that he had a rather comfortable feeling and was not offensive.

“Good vision!”

"There are so many people, but only the young master can see that this long sword is a precious sword!"

"You must know that this is a good sword that I spent a lot of energy to have someone specially imitate it!"

"The name of the sword - Yue Que."

"How about this name?"

Picking up the three-foot long sword hanging on the donkey, the young man in Jinyi looked very happy. He waved it gently in his hand and looked at Murong Fu and said, but there was a kind of expectation in his eyes.

"..."

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth twitched. He just said a casual sentence, but he didn't expect it to bring so many words. Looking at the expectant eyes of the other party, he pondered for a moment. The sword was not very good, but the name was good. Murong Fu decided to praise it:

“Nice name!”

"The waning moon reflects the full moon, this is a sentimental sword!"

"It means we can share the beauty of the moon from thousands of miles apart!"

Saying these words, Murong Fu was filled with admiration in his heart. Sure enough, only those scholars who live under the moonlight would give such a name.

The moon waxes and wanes, but this has never been the case.

It is impossible for a round and waning sky to exist at the same time.
Chapter completed!