Qu Shuxuan took Bai Wangyu's hand, came to the front of the house, and smiled at him.

The breath around the former's body suddenly lifted, and there was a warm wind surging under her feet, which seemed to lift her off the ground alive.

"Catch me!" Qu Shuxuan's luck chased the breath of the wind, and his speed reached the extreme in a blink of an eye, and he circled around Bai Wangyu.

The young man looked at the shadows flashing back and forth in front of him, his graceful posture was even more enchanting in the dance, and his heart was full of happiness.

"You girl, you dare to provoke me, see if I don't teach you a good lesson!"

He said, with no mercy at his feet, trying to catch her, but every time the other party escaped.

Qu Shuxuan's crisp laughter echoed on the hillside, and her long black hair walked with the wind, appearing among the branches and leaves, beside the bluestone, or on the roof. Before he could reach a cup of tea, Bai Wangyu was tired enough.

"Hehehehe, you can't catch me!"

Her silver bell-like pleasure was the greatest comfort in the young man's ears, and looking at this scene, Bai Wangyu hated that time would stop at this moment.

He sometimes thinks that if one day, two people leave everything they have, just retire to the countryside, and live a life of rough tea and light food.

Bai Wangyu looked in the direction of the top of the mountain, and there was a roar of water in his ears.

The whole of Lei Gang Mountain is like a huge Taishi chair, at the junction of the "chair back" and the "armrest" in the south, there is a magnificent waterfall gushing out from the mountain and hanging upside down. The waterfall was narrow at the beginning, but after a short stretch, it suddenly widened, and the shape was like a sword leaning on the mountain, so it was named Flying Sword Waterfall.

The cold weather didn't stop the waterfall in the slightest, in fact, no matter how cold it was, the waterfall never stopped. Every day, around the cold pool under the waterfall, a group of disciples dressed in blue and blue clothes gather to practice, either meditating with their eyes closed on the bluestones around the waterfall, or entering the waterfall alone to endure the washing of the water, to exercise their physique.

They may even feel that the water rushing down from the waterfall is colder than the weather outside.

Among the disciples, the man sitting on the highest bluestone, the birthmark on his sideburns was extremely eye-catching, and his thin body seemed to contain great strength, his clothes fluttered with the fall of the water, but his body was firmly wedged into the bluestone like a nail.

Tang Yu's eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and he looked as if he was asleep, until an uninvited guest came.

A bluestone path stretched along the edge of the cold pool to the main path of the mountain, and a man with an inky jade sword behind him, his long hair combed obliquely behind his head, paced along the path, step by step.

Seeing the person coming, Tang Yu's face obviously became a little gloomy, and Yuan Qi, who was boredly playing with the flying needle in his hand next to him, got up and was about to meet him, but was pulled by the former.

"Ignore him, see what he's going to do." As soon as the words fell, Luo Linyao had already walked in front of everyone.

After a cursory glance up, he stared at the man at the top.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Tang Yu, why are you still in blue for so many years, is it because you are nostalgic for this dress?"

"You!" This time, Yuan Qi couldn't help it anymore, and Tang Yu didn't stop him, "The surname is Luo, are you here to stir up trouble!" ”

Luo Linyao finally put his eyes on the baby-faced body next to him, and jokingly mocked: "Little ghost, isn't it rude that no one teaches you to interrupt other people's conversations?" ”

"Humph!" Yuan Qi squeezed out this sound in his nose, and the flying needles in his sleeves had already rushed to the cheeks of the people, without mercy.

Luo Linyao's body didn't even move, but he just reached out and grabbed it out of thin air, and the long needle was held in his palm. The flying needle made of fine iron instantly turned red, and was bent by the man and thrown to the ground with a "dang" sound.

"Let's go and practice for another ten years."

Seeing this, Yuan Qi's whole body ignited, and when he was about to pounce, he was stopped by the person next to him.

"Tell the others to stay away." Tang Yu said to him lightly, and without waiting for Yuan Qi to respond, he stood up and stepped down from the bluestone.

"You still only pinch soft persimmons, it's really insulting the clothes on your body."

"So, you're also a soft persimmon?" Luo Linyao was not angry when he heard this, but stared at the other party's blue clothes and asked with a smile.

"As for whether it is, why don't you try it?"

Almost as soon as the last word of this sentence came out of Tang Yu's mouth, a terrifying coercion spread out around him and blew Luo Linyao's hair up.

The latter narrowed his eyes, and his right hand subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to attack. Tang Yu's body suddenly disappeared from the spot and flashed forward, leaving a piercing sonic boom behind him, and the other party pulled out the ink-colored long sword behind him and swung it around, completely defending himself.

Just when he didn't know where Tang Yu would attack from, the other party appeared directly in front of him, and he slapped his palm first, colliding with his heavy jade sword.

The flames on the jade sword were almost extinguished by Tang Yu's palm, Luo Linyao took two steps back, stabilized his body, and stared at the former in surprise, his eyes uncertain.

He didn't expect Tang Yu to be so decisive!

"Very well, do you want to give me a dismount?"

But the other party didn't pay attention to him, his body fell suddenly, and the birthmark on his sideburns was re-covered by black hair. He looked at his palm, and the white fingers were burned with blisters, and in some places they had even been scalded off, and there was a trace of blood oozing out.

The blue light gradually enveloped the burned area, as if it was covered by a patch of water, and the skin quickly recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. At this time, Tang Yu raised his head and looked at the other party with contemptuous eyes.

"Do you want to continue?"

"The surname is Tang, I'm not here to fight with you, you and I will each take a step back and make way for my brother."

Tang Yu narrowed his eyes: "You want to enter the Flying Sword Waterfall?" ”

Luo Linyao pursed his mouth, his chest rose and fell slightly, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"That's right, it's none of your business, don't get in my way."

But what he didn't expect was that the other party nodded after listening, but suddenly shook his head.

"How do you know, it's none of mine."

"Could it be that this Flying Sword Waterfall is your family's fault?"

"You entered the Flying Sword Waterfall, it is true that it has nothing to do with me, but let you toss this time, where can these friends of mine still practice with peace of mind? In two days, it will be the assessment of the disciples of Tsing Yi, and you can't delay the business just because you are alone. ”

Luo Linyao's brows tightened, and his tone that had just eased instantly became cold again: "Can't you go to practice elsewhere?" ”

"Then you can't endure it for two more days?"

The smell of gunpowder in the conversation between the two became heavier and heavier, and Yuan Qi stood in the distance with a group of people, still smelling it clearly.

Luo Linyao swept over those Tsing Yi disciples, and the contempt was completely written on his face.

"These scum, you really take them seriously?"

When Tang Yu heard this, the muscles on his cheeks suddenly tensed: "That's no need to talk, get out!" ”