The lights in a tall villa flickered slightly, and out of the owner's hobby, the candles were replaced here. A handsome man sat on the balcony www.biquge.info watched everything in the distance. He is Li Shen, a legendary writer, who has written dozens of novels, all of which have been at the top of the list for a long time, and once won the world's highest award for fiction with 1.5 billion hits, and he is a legend among novelists.

The door was gently pushed open by a woman, the woman was holding a porcelain cup in her hand, blue orchid porcelain, this is the tone that the owner Li Shen likes, the woman walked slowly in front of Li Shen, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Hurt, your coffee." ”

Li Shen raised his head slightly, looked at the beauty in front of him, and smiled slightly: "Ke'er, why are you so well-behaved today." This was not the case in the past. ”

The woman called Ke'er still smiled slightly, handed over the coffee, Li Shen didn't pay attention, when handing over the coffee, Ke'er's hand shook inadvertently, Li Shen took the cup, and took a bite of the sitting.

"Kerr, do you have anything in this coffee? The taste doesn't seem quite the same. Li asked asked.

The woman was obviously a little flustered, but she didn't know what to say.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door downstairs, it was flat, and every interval was so even.

"Do you have any guests in the house today?" Li asked the wound.

"No...... I don't know, then I'll open the door. The woman kept kneading the hem of her clothes, which seemed very abnormal, but Li Shen's attention had always been on his novel, and he didn't pay attention.

"Well, let's go," Li said.

Soon, the door downstairs was opened, and then the door of Lee's room was also opened. A man walked in the door, looking at Li Hurt provocatively: "Is the coffee still good?" Keerke added Amanita phalloides powder to it, what do you say? The man pulled the woman standing behind him and said.

Li Hurt couldn't believe it, and stared at Ke'er: "Why! Ke'er, you ......" Li Shen suddenly felt a burning pain in his lower abdomen, and he also knew that this was the most poisonous powder on the market, naturally it was not only the white Amanita phalloides, but also twelve kinds of poisons, large and small, if they were taken, it would be equivalent to a death sentence.

"Ke'er, why ......" Li Shuang felt that his eyes were a little confused, but he still forced himself to stare at the woman in front of him, his fiancée, Zhou Ke'er, who had pursued him!

"Nothing, why," the man said, "Actually, Ke'er came to cheat you out of your money, we have already said it, but you are really fooled, hahaha." ”

Li Shen looked at the two people in front of him, and smiled bitterly, he felt that his body was very light, and his soul seemed to fly out, and suddenly Li Shuang's eyes became extremely red, weirdly red.

The man looked at the half-dead Li Injury, and his mouth turned slightly: "Why are these eyes so scary?" And his aftermath, have you done it? ”

Zhou Ke'er nodded a little numbly.

This was an instantaneous storm in the house, and the paper manuscripts that were originally in the house were scattered in all directions, and a small crack that no one could detect unexpectedly opened......

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A tall palace towered over the hills, as if floating out of thin air, and on a huge playground that seemed to have been carved out of art, many young teenagers were training, and among them was a boy, sitting alone in the corner of the playground, and many people saw him, but did not call him. The boy looked at this strange blue sky and strange body, and couldn't help but sigh bitterly. That's right, he is the killed Li Shen, and his soul seems to have come to another interface through an unexpected way, when he just crossed over, it was a newborn baby, so he spent more than a year learning the language here and understanding the system here. also accepted his other identity - Ye Xiuwen, this seemingly elegant name was given to him by the head of this palace, he naturally couldn't refuse, of course, he himself didn't want to be the Li injury before, in his current eyes, it was too cowardly, in his current opinion, when he first took the poison, if he fought to a dead end, it would be a return to the basics, but he didn't have it at that time.

Ye Xiuwen slowly stood up, and secretly settled in his heart: Li was injured in the past, but he is dead now, I am Ye Xiuwen now, no one can make me give in again, there is no more amorous me, only me who is like a sword, cold and iron-blooded!

The water-blue ripples slowly spread around Ye Xiuwen, and a figure slowly emerged, standing behind Ye Xiuwen like this, this person's silk hair was like silver threads, his face was ruddy, and his long beard was fluttering, with the taste of the bones of the fairy wind Taoist.

The old man looked at Ye Xiuwen and said slowly: "Xiuwen, come over and sit with my old bones." ”

Ye Xiuwen turned around, came to the old man's side, and saluted slightly.

The old man smiled happily, touched Ye Xiuwen's head and said, "No need to be polite, no need to be polite, maybe your hall master grandfather, how is he calculating my old bones!" Come on, let's sit down. ”

Ye Xiuwen followed the old man and sat on the ground very unimaged. The old man suddenly asked: "Xiuwen, in a few months, you will go down the mountain to practice, not to be old, as one of the most outstanding children of your generation, although the experience is indispensable, but this time I am afraid that you are not in danger of going down the mountain, you began to practice swordsmanship with your dead ghost grandfather at the age of three, from the wooden sword, to the bamboo sword, to the iron sword, and now the fine iron sword, you are really excellent, your current internal strength has also reached the level of the eighth level of the Yellow Duan, for your thirteen-year-old age, it is really amazing, You will definitely touch the level of the Martial Saint, or the Saint Emperor, or even the Sword Saint in the future, so when you go down the mountain this time, the old man and your dead ghost grandfather plan to take you to the secret room once, and let you find your own weapon, you see how it ......"

"Everything, the Great Elder arranged, the younger generation is speechless." After Ye Xiuwen finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the hall.

The old man had a black line on his head, and thought silently in his heart: The old man gave you something, as if he was begging you in reverse. However, today's young people have not seen proud people for a long time, and this kind of integrity is what we old bones are willing to see. The old man's body appeared again with the same ripples as before, and the figure slowly disappeared.

Ye Xiuwen walked slowly through the hall, came to a relatively quiet place, took off the fine iron sword he was carrying behind him, looking at the cloud patterns on the sword's body, Ye Xiuwen's eyes were also much softened, and he still remembered that when he just had a little mobility, except for practicing swords, crazy swordsmanship, he didn't have any ideas, he pinned everything on the sword, only the sword understood him.

He began to slowly swing the sword in his hand, one move and one style, it looked unpretentious, but it was different from others, a little more spirituality, and his own perception, now he is thirteen years old, but for him to practice the sword, the whole eleven years of hard practice, let him finally comprehend a trace of spirituality, with his own understanding, and this different world, it can be said that now his swordsmanship has achieved a little.

Another sword slowly swung out, a fallen leaf, fell on his sword edge, suddenly Ye Xiuwen suddenly lifted the sword in his hand, this fallen leaf also flew upward, a yellow light also extended with the sword body, and the sword danced like this, the strong sword wind blew down a lot of leaves, but none of them fell, all of them were attracted by this sword, dancing with Ye Xiuwen's dance.

When the last act flows out like mercury, the fallen leaves also fall. Ye Xiuwen stood beside a person, watching him dance his sword silently.