The wind is clear and young, shaking his head gently, and his old face is smiling. "That’s your excellent understanding and bones."
Nightingale laughed. "Is that why Master took me as an apprentice?"
Amorous feelings Yang nodded. "You are the most suitable candidate for practicing the Nine Swords of Dugu. Not only is your talent wonderful, but your swordsmanship is deadly and you have a thorough understanding of the’ quasi’."
The midnight nodded indifferently and then slowly asked, "Master disciple wants to ask you a question."
The wind is clear and clear, "you say"
The midnight asked, "How big is the gap between me and Liu Dieyi?"
The wind is clear, the eyebrows are white, the sleeves are slightly low, and the robe is gently folded and pointed to the hole. "Let’s go in and talk."
The wind in the dark cave is clear and clear, and the oil lamps light up on both sides of the cave with a gentle left hand.
The midnight and the wind are clear and clear, and they sit on the oil lamp and look at each other.
For a long time, the wind was clear and said faintly, "Have you ever heard a word?"
At midnight, I frowned slightly and thought for a moment and said, "Love flowers to be enemies of fencing?"
Feng Qingyang nodded gently. "Although the enemy said it was heavy, his swordsmanship can’t be done with your roots now."
The midnight is shocking! Now he has touched kendo, but it’s not a combination of Liu Dieyi? He doesn’t believe …
Looking at the changing expression in the midnight, the wind is clear and clear, and then getting up and picking up a wooden branch in the hole, "You are the strongest sword."
At midnight, I stared at the wind and the breeze, then I realized that I nodded and pulled out the pure jun, and the purple gas filled the cave. The pure jun went straight to the wind and the breeze, and gently lifted the wooden branch, which seemed to be random. The pure jun sword fell in the night and the wooden branch was stopped at his throat …
In the dead of night, stupefied on the spot, he really didn’t make a move …
The wind is clear and the right hand is gently put indifferently. "The whole day swordsman, now you can make a move. There are four people besides me and Liu Dieyi."
The midnight slowly woke up from the consternation. "Who are the four people?"
The wind is clear and the face is indifferent "Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan"
Silent at night, a pair of lost cheeks. I didn’t expect that the gap is still so big. The stronger the martial arts, the more difficult it is to catch up with it …
The wind is clear and young, looking at the lost expression of midnight, and the indifferent expression brings up a kind smile. The old left hand slaps the head of midnight. "Don’t be discouraged for twenty years, you will definitely catch us up. Trust me."
In the midnight, I lift up my beautiful cheeks, and my beautiful eyes are flashing with firm "Twenty years is too long, I will give myself ten years".
"Ha ha! ….. "There was a continuous long laugh in the cave, and the old voice revealed that when I was young, I was arrogant and unruly. I used to be so crazy in front of the master …
Since midnight was awarded the Nine Swords of Dugu by Feng Qingyang two years ago, he has stayed in the back of Huashan Mountain for more than two years. Now he should go back. Although midnight has not returned to the altar for more than two years, he still handles things for an hour every day.
It’s the last night to stay in Huashan in the dead of night. His heart is self-taught and he walks out of the cave. The cold wind is even worse in silver moon. His beautiful eyes are confusing and he looks at the sky for a long time …
For more than two years, he sent several tones to Si Nian, but he never replied to midnight. He regretted that he didn’t make a move at the beginning. Every night, Si Nian finally laughed, and the tears in his eyes would sting his heart. He couldn’t wait for the sword to wipe his throat to repay himself. He hesitated at that time, but could he repay it? He saw Si Nian’s heartbreak at that moment, and his heart was filled with emotion. From the moment he fell to the ground in Liu Dieyi, Si Nian no longer recognized him as a brother, but he was a man again in his heart …
I really want to cry at midnight. I really want to pour into Si Nian’s arms as I did when I was a child, and cry with all my strength … But the figure that always stood in front of him and took all the punches has gone away. The lonely figure is lonely in the evening sunset and walked towards the end of the sunset with a cavity of despair … He won’t turn around. Maybe he will slowly draw out his sword when he meets again …
Two lines of muddy tears slipped out silently as if they were swords stabbing the heart, which made the midnight body tremble. Chaoyang revealed a soft light. silver moon unconsciously slipped to the western hills, and the wind stopped fogging and wet the purple robe. The crimson morning light hit the purple loneliness and tore up the last night.
"Didn’t rest all night?" The wind is clear and cool, walking out of the cave and looking at the midnight with your back to yourself.
In the dead of night, bow your head and raise your right hand …
Then I looked back and smiled at the wind, "I am going to leave today."
The wind is clear and clear, and there is no immediate reply. Walk lightly and walk side by side with the midnight on the edge of the cliff. The sleeves of both hands are inflated by the wind.
The wind is clear and clear. "Your heart is very remorse and sad …"
Staring at the clear wind in the midnight, he found his heart. In the midnight, he didn’t shy away from mumbling, "I lost a brother because of my hesitation …"
The wind is clear. "Does he hate you very much?"
"He hates me" in the midnight.
"Do you hate yourself, too?"
"I hate myself" in the midnight.
The wind is clear. "Would you hesitate to give you another chance?"
The midnight is shocked. Give yourself another chance? He was puzzled. He regretted many nights that he didn’t come out, just like Zhang San. Even if he died, he wouldn’t be a bystander to watch Si Nian suffer.
But now the wind is clear and clear, and he asks himself a light and easy answer …
The wind is clear and clear, sighing, "The master will be lonely, and he will stop suffering loneliness until the moment of death."
I don’t know what I want to say in the dead of night. Listen quietly.
"Master won’t have friends, let alone brothers and friends, who will eventually abandon you. Brothers will eventually take different roads with you. Even if they have the same dream in their hearts, they will certainly have lonely hearts at some stage of the road to be qualified to pursue the end of budo … Jianghu is very big, and there are many people who pursue kendo, but there are six of us who have reached the extreme? Yang Guo and Ling Huchong are hard to find a day, but they are still inferior to us. That’s because they have feelings in their hearts … They can’t let go of a woman. Their hearts have more important lovers than swords. The ultimate kendo is that the sword god is Demonbane and the ghosts and gods are all in love … "
In the dead of night, after listening to the clear wind, there are five flavors in my heart. "Love?"
Staring at the distance for a long time, his eyes fixed and smiled gently. "I don’t care if I am a god or a demon, I want to kill him at the moment …"
Chapter 50 Melting snow
Si Nian is very abnormal. Si Nian is looking for a person and does not hesitate to rush through the snow to stay fragrant. He has put it to the extreme. The breeze blows all the way, and then there is a faint tulip fragrance. It turns out that Chu Liuxiang’s tulip smell is not intentional but cultivated the characteristics of walking through the snow to stay fragrant
The other six people in Tianxing Palace have found a dzi bead this time, but Si Nian failed. Now, 25 days have passed in a month, and he must find a dzi bead in the remaining five days.
"Jiuyan told me about a person who owns a dzi bead" Sinian said in a low voice.
Jiuyan came over and was surprised. "You actually failed?"
Si Nian didn’t say much about "give it to me quickly".
Nine Yan didn’t talk nonsense. "The desert tomb should have been discovered by others at the same time. Two of the other three people in my list have been taken away, and one of them still has it."
Si Nian said, "Who?"
Jiuyan said, "The first master of Lingjiu Palace, the demon Ji, was closest to the elder sister-Snowmelt".
Si nian didn’t think much about "address"
At the moment, instead of nine Yan leng leng, although the snow melt has already retired, no one wants to provoke her because of its prestige and demon Jigen in the Jianghu. I didn’t expect Sinian to agree without thinking.
In fact, Jiuyan doesn’t know what Si Nian thinks at the moment. For Si Nian, he failed when everyone else finished. This is a great blow to his self-esteem
Nine Yan immediately replied, "Ziwei City is a mansion."
Si nian closed his voice and jumped into the government and ran away. It was the last five days, and he was not allowed to fail again.
The black gauze coat crossed the dead branches of the autumn wind and Si Nian stopped at a big tree. After three days of asking about Si Nian, he finally found the location of snow melting. At this moment, a quaint wooden house in front of Si Nian’s big tree is the goal of his trip.
A woman in a simple cloth is lightly embroidering in a wooden house. Although she is dressed in a simple rouge color, her unique beauty has not been eclipsed by tacky clothes, which seems to be like eating people, fireworks and temperament.
Si Nian Shen’s eyes stared at the beautiful and refined face of the slender hands in front of the window. The expression was sad and sad. The left thumb was gently pressed by him in his hand. The hilt of the longevity sword slipped out of a silver awn. The charming sunshine reflected from the longevity sword and crossed the snowmelt in front of him. The face turned pale and looked up at the tree. The embroidery in the man’s hand slowly stepped forward and pushed the door to the tree.
Melting snow looked up at Sinian’s lips and said, "Is it something? Melting snow has long since retired from Jianghu and stopped asking about Jianghu affairs. "
Si Nian’s feet, a little clothes, slowly fell off the ground, and his toes touched the ground gently. Si Nian looked up at the melting snow, and the dzi beads were handed over to me and my horse left.
"dzi beads?" Snow-melting Diane frowned lightly. "Please forgive me that the dzi beads were given to my body before my husband joined the army."