When Changqing woke up from the mysterious sword aura in the stone carving, there was no excitement on his face, and there was no other expression of joy, as if he had slept as usual, and then woke up as usual.

When he woke up, he felt two things, one was that the light was very harsh, and the other was that his body was very uncomfortable. Unlike other places, the valley is very low, and even in winter it has pleasant temperatures. Changqing They can only say that they are very lucky, they have encountered the good weather that is rare in winter in this cool land, and the road in the first few days has been regarded as God's care, not facing heavy snow, nor catching up with the bad weather, but it is still shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere all day, and even a complete sun has not been seen. Because the fine snow stopped yesterday evening, and today's sunshine is just right, the temperature in the valley is not low, and the snow accumulated in a few days is eight or nine out of ten, so the water vapor rises, so that the moisture in the valley is very sufficient, but the rising water vapor can not go far, because not everywhere is as warm as the Valley of Hundred Flowers, so the water vapor condenses and falls back into the valley, and then rises again in the valley, and finally starts again, repeatedly, so that the moisture becomes heavier and heavier, and cannot be dissipated. Fortunately, there are thousands of flowers in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and the growth of flowers is inseparable from water, which seems to explain why the flowers here grow more delicate than those elsewhere, but the flowers absorb water is a slow process, and it takes ten days and half a month to estimate it, which is a good thing for flowers, but it is not good news for people. The reason why Changqing feels uncomfortable is because his body is wet and sticky, which causes his clothes to stick to his body, and he feels uncomfortable.

Changqing moved slightly, and sat cross-legged one night, and the thunderbolt of the moving bones crackled. He got up, stood on the stone carving, did not jump on the corridor for the first time, but had enough strength, but saw that there was a white mist around him, that is, the water in his clothes was evaporating, and the mist was swirling, and for a while he was in a trance and felt like a dust immortal. When Changqing felt a lot more refreshed, and the fog was so light that he was about to lose sight, he stepped on his feet and landed on the corridor.

At this time, it has been some time since dawn, but it is not too long, perhaps for this reason, the corridor is very cold, and also, when I passed here yesterday, I only saw them and the green girl who led the way, it seems that few people will pass through the corridor, in fact, it is indeed as he thought, this corridor is rarely people come and go, and the identity of the people who can go there is not to say that it is noble, but it can be regarded as special, just because this corridor leads to the most central area of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, unconsciously, but Changqing does not know, and at the same time shows the special treatment of them.

It's just that although the corridor is cold, Changqing is not the only one, there is also a person wearing a gray robe next to the supporting pillar, and that is the left swordsman.

Like Changqing, the left swordsman also stayed here all night, and there were also traces of moisture on his body, which was not very obvious, but if you looked closely, you could still see that the left swordsman had steamed some of his clothes not long ago.

Changqing was not surprised to see the left swordsman, because last night it was through the left swordsman's mention that he could smoothly feel the sword qi in the stone carving, but he was a little puzzled why the left swordsman stayed here all night. Changqing thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized that he was grateful to him a little more at the moment.

Changqing respectfully hugged his fists and said, "Thank you Brother Yan for your suggestions and worries." ”

It turned out that the left knife man had been here for a long night.

Zuo Daoke naturally knew what Changqing meant, but he waved his hand unconcernedly, and said: "It's okay, I'm already idle, and I just have some things to think about, so I took advantage of last night's cleanliness and did it together." ”

He is not a hypocritical person, and he takes the things he does lightly from his words, and it looks like he has done something small.

Changqing especially doesn't like to owe others things, especially human favors, since ancient times the heaviest affection, although it looks invisible, but the invisible pressure on the heart is tantamount to carrying a big stone, very uncomfortable. But this time, the love of the left swordsman has been inherited for a long time, for the sake of the left swordsman. Changqing didn't say much, everything was already in his heart.

In the early hours, the valley was white, that is, the water vapor was condensed in the air, and the vision was not obstructed, but it was not clear. Even if the left swordsman and Changqing were three or two feet away, the left swordsman had excellent eyesight several times, and when he saw Changqing, he was also affected by a little fog.

In the left knife is serious, at this time Changqing's silhouette melted into a faint, hazy white, plus he wore an almost white shirt, the whole person looked a little blurry, I have to say, Changqing is not very handsome, but his temperament is unique, different from others, to a very attractive sight. There is a kind of loneliness behind him, a feeling of loneliness, not intentionally, but something that comes out of his bones, and the fog in the valley at this time reflects each other, harmonious, and in contrast to it, there is also Changqing's pale face, somehow, the left knifeman's gaze always unconsciously falls on Changqing's face. Don't look at Changqing's indifferent appearance now, you must know that even the left swordsman is a little dignified in the face of the sword qi on the stone carving, if you want to understand from it, it must not be a simple thing, Changqing's pale face is the best proof, that is the manifestation of mental exhaustion, obviously in the last night he was injured a lot by the sword qi on the stone carving, the sword qi is invisible, the injury is not the human body, but the human spirit, if the general human body is bruised, it will always get better if it takes some time to slowly recuperate, but once the spirit is bruised, not to mention the long time it takes, it is difficult to say whether it will recover or not, which shows the importance of the spirit of this thing, and the strength of the sword qi can be seen。

It stands to reason that Changqing should not be as simple as being pale now, Zuo Daoke has experienced it, so he knows more. But in addition to seeing the change in his face, the left swordsman couldn't see other obvious differences, since he said it was obvious, there was naturally something that was not obvious, that is, something introverted in Changqing's eyes. The left swordsman couldn't say what it was, and there seemed to be a compelling sharpness vaguely, but if he looked closely, there was nothing special, and it was this kind of occasional feeling that made the left swordsman startled. How can he not surprise the sharp intuition of the left swordsman himself?

If Changqing understands the sword from the stone carving, it means that Changqing is talented, but only talented, how wide the world is, how big the rivers and lakes are, and the most important thing is the talented people. Zuo Daoke has seen a lot, and there are not a few who are more amazing than Changqing, but often these talented people eventually either become ordinary or die, and only a very few can become famous, that is, the ranks of masters in the rivers and lakes.

Zuo Daoke wanted to know if his feelings were real, so he said, "It seems that you have gained a lot this night. ”

Changqing raised his eyebrows slightly, and his smile was very faint, as if he was confirming the words of the left swordsman.

When the left swordsman heard this, he said, "Okay, you can use all your strength to hit me, and I'll see how far you have reached now." ”

Changqing was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zuo Daoke to be so direct, because there is no substantial reason to ask others for recruitment has always been a taboo on the rivers and lakes, walking in the rivers and lakes, everyone wants to have more secrets, exposing their means to others in front of others, and suicide is no different, if there is a person with a treacherous heart, maybe where to make a move on you, then you will not just regret such a simple thing. However, Changqing has no scruples in front of the left swordsman, one is that he understands the left swordsman, although the time with him is very short, and the other is that with the ability of the left swordsman, he really can't look down on Changqing's current strength, and those so-called "exposures" are provided under the same strength conditions.

Changqing didn't say much, the index finger in his right hand was folded and he made a sword, this kind of non-real contest, there is no need to fight in a real way, it is enough to turn a sword into a sword.

Changqing took a slight breath and stretched out his hand to slowly reach forward.

The wind is blowing in the face.

However, the left swordsman didn't care, what he cared about was Changqing, his eyes became sharp in an instant, and the momentum all over his body condensed, forcing the mist to get close to his body, forming a barrier outside the meter.

The wind rose, the wind stopped, the long hair of the left swordsman flew and fell, Changqing had already withdrawn his hand, his expression was as usual, and the momentum dissipated without half a trace.

The mist was gathering on Changqing's side again.

Don't get into the momentum, don't go to the court.

When you are in the situation, you can call the real Jianghu people.

The left swordsman laughed and said, "Into the potential, sure enough, it is into the potential." ”