The moon shines brightly, and the wind shakes the green pines. The leaves fall in an instant, and the branches are broken into swords. The mind is as clear as the bright moon, the cold farewell Fu lightly vibrates the snow-white sleeves, the branches wave horizontally and give way to the half-style, and the branches are full of strength with the qi and the shape of the tree, and the eyebrows are sharp.

"Please advise me as well. ”

Recognize the dew of the pine, and smell the fragrance of the pine. Only when you see the light under your feet can you know the height of the moon. Elegant and compatible, the sword light is faint through the cold moon and cold tone, and the lonely high is far away.

Don't read the name, don't hear the voice, only the sword is left to surrender. It is also a broken wood sword, as soon as it comes into contact, it is heard that although the sword intent of Songyue is as far away as the bright moon, it is still quiet and steadfast, tenacious and unyielding, progressive layer by layer, and endless.

"Good sword. ”

I knew that Leng Beifu's cultivation was good, and I was surprised when I heard it, and the green branch in my hand went down and picked it lightly, stopping the sound of the sword.

The autumn water is cold, and the rosin fragrance is clear. The sword light overlapped and groaned, like a curtain of cold rain. Leng Beifu's white eyebrows frowned lightly, and the Songyue sword style interval continued. Although the breath of slaughter, there is still a chill to the bone.

The light of the moon seems to have the ability to melt the opponent's sword intent, and the sword light flow painting actually contains the principle of frost and moon. The cold sword sweeps, the front turns to profit and loss, don't see the posture of transcendence.

"You're extraordinary. ”

The figures are staggered, and the sound of swords is layered. The frost moon is awe-inspiring, a little cold dew penetrates the night, the sword ends by the wind, and the autumn water is agitated.

Ten tricks and 100 styles, know each other deeply, and each has a reward. But after many vicious battles and disasters, Yu Jian studied the Tao and made a few moves, but Wen Renran still found that Leng Beifu and the weakness of the sword moves.

The meaning is superb, and the sword is flawed. Hearing this, people turned their swords and crossed the grid, but when they heard a soft crisp sound, the wooden branches broke and fell to the ground, the pine wind stopped, and the moon fell.

"I'm defeated. ”

sighed, as if admitting defeat in an ordinary voice, Leng Beifu lightly let go of the broken branches, and stood tall with his hands. Wen Renran shook his head slowly and said, "Actually, the sword intent may not be high or low, but Mr.'s temperament has taken advantage of me." ”

"Oh? ”

Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged, cold farewell to the look of peace, according to the attitude of a humble gentleman. This kind of extraordinary cultivation alone is already heartbreaking.

"Mr. Leng......"

"You don't have to be polite, just call me by my real name. ”

"Well, Leng Beifu, I've heard before that you are at the end of the Dao Sect Three Realms Dao Meeting. Then I'll take the three of them as an example and say it one by one. ”

Before, it was just a joke, but Wen Renran changed his words, thought carefully for a moment and muttered: "Everyone has different temperaments, starting from Lin Shuangzuo, he is like a man, and even the void is the sect, all products are tested by the end of destruction, God is always complete with condensation, and longing is self-mourning with things; life and dreams are not limited to one domain: poor and false intelligence, and governing the body is more expensive than wanton; ”

"Gao Mai Lingyue, comfortable and comfortable, appropriate. "Don't give your head approval.

Wen Renran continued: "Lin Shuang is a man who is upright and heroic, and so is his sword. Even if the flying dragon is in the sky all the time, it is easy to break if there is rigidity, and the dragon is in danger of regret, if ordinary people want to win, in addition to the insidious and cunning actions, there is only the right way to distinguish the winner from the loser. ”

"Although it is not as good as oneself to hold on to it, it cannot be kept for a long time. But how easy is it to beat Mingyue in Lin Shuang's hands...... What about Cang?"

"Cang, I can only say that before Cang, he was first the 'head of the six strings'. Therefore, if you want to win over the white rainbow of the firmament, it is the easiest to do something, but it is also the most difficult. As for you, it's somewhere in between. The Songyue sword style is not as sharp as the clouds, and it is different from the head of the six strings, which is simple and cautious. But that's not necessarily a good thing...... Even if the enemy's intentions are not good, I am afraid that there is still little killing intent between shots, and this reservation is easy to be taken advantage of. ”

"Well, don't be taught. ”

"I don't dare to be taught, I'm just telling the truth. In addition, I am also interested in the sword of your friend, who first met in the Saibu Rinyedian the day before yesterday. ”

Leng Beifu asked with some surprise: "Do you know Yan Gexing?"

"I don't know, but the swordsman who is listed in the Sword Sea Hall of Fame must be a little familiar. ”

Having said that, there is nothing to talk about sword friendship recently, and Wen Ren didn't care about it, and then stood up straight and said: "I can learn from Your Excellency today, and I am also very happy here." If he has time to spare, he will visit him again. ”

"The gate of Songyueju is open for friends at any time, please walk slowly. ”

"Friends?"

"Isn't it possible?"

Rhetorical questioning, cold don't give people to talk about it, but look at the spleen and stomach, words and deeds are cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and they are subtle and condensed, but their nature is straightforward and unpretentious.

Although the sword intent is the most sincere, Leng Beifu can be so frank with himself who has only seen two sides, which shows that he never speculates on others with malice. And making friends with such people is always much cooler than a bunch of twists and turns in the belly.

Wen Ren smiled with relief, and gave his hand as a matter of course.

"Oh, then I'll climb high. ”

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Prosperity regains desolation, prosperity turns desolation. In the empty courtyard, apart from the traces left by the war, only lonely courtyards remained.

Never indulged in grief and self-extrication, the broken goose Xifeng stopped outside the Ghost Liang Soldier's Mansion for a moment, and then snorted coldly and rushed into the study in front of Yan Guiren.

After a period of rummaging, the broken goose Xifeng found a strange book in the place where the scriptures were hidden, and when he lifted it, a yellowed letter fell instantly.

"Thief Fangyi...... Yu Zai's father, it's this letter, open it and take a look. ”

As a confidant and friend of Yuren Fei, it is absolutely impossible to say that Broken Goose Xifeng is not interested in this matter. However, as soon as the content of the letter caught his eye, who knew that it contained a believable name and surname.

"How could it be him...... It's definitely a lie. It's an eventful time now, and instead of making trouble for the big brother, it's better for me to observe it secretly. ”

The mind turned, and the broken goose Xifeng made a decision, and without saying a word, he turned the letter in his hand away, but took out the treasure of the thief according to the letter, and then looked at Yan Guiren with great confidence, and said: "Yan Guiren, we only found this box today, and we didn't see anything else." ”

"Why do you want to hide important information?"

"This, in fact, is not particularly important, just leave it to me with peace of mind. ”

Seeing that the broken goose and the west wind were all over, Yan Guiren's lips and teeth moved slightly, and he stopped talking. At this moment, the dark and silent courtyard was suddenly shrouded in a thick fog.

The strange atmosphere spread, and in the forest mist, there was a gloomy and muffled sound. The demon general who was ordered to guard it, used evil magic to divide the fantasy space between the two.

"Hand over what you have taken. ”

"Dreaming!"