At that time, Jian Nanxia and Ye Feng stopped in a room alone. At the foot of Cuiping Pavilion......

The wind is clear, there is a tall moon and moon red in the yard, it was only for Chang'e at the beginning, when the moon is bright, teach Fangfei, accompanied by the reunion twelve times, it is said that this is the case.

There is also the altar that reflects the mirror flowers and water moon, there are also green grapes, where people are called Dawanxiang, there is also a small piece of peach forest, spring opens and summer is glorious, and the fallen flowers are flying.

The egrets flew in and out from the inlets behind, reflecting the mountains and mountains.

She practiced swords, and he practiced the Fa.

He drank, she played chess.

When she had time, she went to the inlet to look for egrets, and when the boat sailed to the bottom, she could not see their footprints.

But when I didn't look for them, they flew back one by one.

The first chapter of swordsmanship,

……

to the end.

Within a year, the ring competition was one after another.

Bitter love in the glazed field, pieces of acacia flowers blow down and flip tidbits, like a small umbrella falling down and chasing the ground, and the bright red glass lamp hangs on the spire, across the ancient method of developing the five-color stone - that is, the glass in the mouth of the world, attached to the purple net crystal, the cloud glass color is like crystal dewdrops, shining with the light of the day, blooming like a water lily.

One is Fu Qingxia, Ye Feng's sister, and the other is Pang Hongqiong, Ye Feng's sister.

They often compete together.

No, come here and fight it out.

In a round of lottery, Ye Feng stopped standing in the ring with a stranger first, dressed in purple, brushing her cheeks, and cutting willows with her eyes, at that time, she was still an innocent and lovely, innocent swordsman ranked sixth under the frost-resisting sword step of Cuiping Pavilion, and then a year later, she was promoted to first, on par with her sister Pang Hongqiong, sometimes first, sometimes down to second.

This stranger is the ninth-ranked disciple of the Great Bamboo Pavilion Sword Rank, but the Eren Sword Rank recruits a lot of people, so the ninth rank is already considered good. Although the Great Bamboo Pavilion is not one of the four pavilions in the world, it is an independent family, but its strength far exceeds that of Cuiping Pavilion. Striving for fame and profit, making the reputation of their own sect loud and prosperous, is what many Sword Pavilion sects have pursued all their lives! Go forward and tirelessly......

Two and a half years ago and two and a half years later, the bitter love of the glazed field and the Buddha saw the laughter, one in purple, one in white, and the same in Ye Feng's hand is still the long-handled sword, calling Qiongyu, Qiong syrup and jade liquid persuade me to get drunk, smell the fragrance and get off the horse, suck the jade liquid to quench my thirst, and bite Zhihua to cure hunger.

In the past, I was a stubborn stone, and today I am a Bodhi, Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

Ye Feng stopped raising his sword and stabbed at the disciple of the sword rank, originally thought that she was going to face the enemy head-on, but something unexpected happened, as fast as lightning and stone fire, the female disciple of the frost rejection sword rank leaned back and waved the sword under the crotch of the male disciple, one turned over, freed up, and moved behind him, everyone was dumbfounded, Ye Feng stopped like a bird with wings, vibrated his sleeves, kicked out with one side leg, and scared the man, in fact, it was - bluffing, paving the way for the next move, in the next scene, the man's sword was about to shine and vibrate the air, Swinging the sword and holding it up, the color of the surface has not changed, but in fact, there has already been a trace of waves in his heart - due to the sudden situation just now, it is chaotic.

Ye Feng stopped like a lark spreading its wings, rushing down, as if swooping down from the nine clouds down the waterfall and flowing spring, the sword also made its sound, continuous series of trills and trembles, sometimes clear, sometimes hoarse, incomprehensible. In the end, the sword provoked another sword - the sword body is close to the sword body, the strength is used to deal with the strength, the strength of the body is condensed to the end of the sword, and the soft form is used to overcome the toughness, and the enemy is defeated with one move!

When Ye Feng stopped flying and fell to the ground, the back of his neck was already stained with a few beads of sweat.

Hold the sword with your wrist, turn the hilt, and put the sword into the sheath. Coherent and fluid, unconventional. The rotating sword light that reflected the sun, like a fluttering butterfly, suddenly beautified the whole world, so that the defeated generals of his subordinates were also convinced, and they smiled.

Ye Feng's eyelashes flashed, a few drops oozed from the corners of his forehead, and then a few breaths exhaled gradually subsided with the squirming of his throat. The imperceptible ups and downs of the chest cavity and the green hills in the distance, the sweep of the grass and breeze nearby, breathe in the same world.

When Ye Feng stopped recovering her memory, she was already standing in the ring after two and a half years, although two and a half years is not a long time, and it is not short to say that it is not short, but it is inevitable that her heart will be empty when she recalls, time has passed, and her heart seems to have lost something. Immerse yourself in the scene of Buddha and laughter...... After the end, the following was the same as two and a half years ago, and the applause continued.

The woman in red, who is the same Wuzhuang dancer as Ye Fengzhu, asked about her, while blowing her nose while smiling on her face...... Sink your face.

"What's wrong?" Ye Feng stopped in a questioning tone.

"I'm so happy, Sister Qingwan, I'm so touched that you can have today!" Wan Zhenzhen's aftermath fell to the ground, tears welled up in her eyes, her eyes and eyebrows were pouring out her admiration for her sister, she immediately took a step forward, hugged Ye Fengzhu tightly, and her hot heart was close together.

Wan Zhenzhen is the daughter of ten thousand people in Wucheng near Shucheng, and in addition, there is a son in the Wan family, and another daughter who has been "abandoned", and she is outlived - the reason is complex and inexplicable.

"Uh-huh, hmm-hmm......" Murong Qing replied in a loud voice, that is, Ye Feng, the former wandering girl in the rivers and lakes.

"Now that the game is over, let's go to my house for dinner! By the way, stay at my house for one night, don't talk and don't count. ”168

"Hmm."

"Hee-hee-hee." Bright and pleasant, Wan Zhenzhen's eyes suddenly filled with the whole starlight, shining, one after another, dripping.

Wan Zhenzhen enthusiastically walked hand in hand with it, jumping and jumping, and the pace gradually slowed down, relaxed and pleasant.

At that moment, Murong Qingwan and Dump Shui Ran met each other, and the two glanced at each other, but he never recognized her again.

Murong Qingwan extinguished the thought in her heart and held Wan Zhenzhen's hand tightly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay......"

There have been countless times like this, under the purple cloud wood flowers, in the winding alleys, at the city gate, at the top of the tower. or one person staring, or looking at each other, she is looking for it alone. Foresee where you will meet him...... So she chose a path of no return, just for his appearance.

He showed up every time, but she was both satisfied and disappointed. Sometimes, it never appears again...... At that time, I don't know how her heart endured.

He couldn't recognize her after all. For more than a month, in the cold moon building under the curtain of night, every time the second watch, she quietly followed behind them, like a thief with a weak heart, he was surrounded by a woman who looked good and quite handsome, that person must be a new love in addition to Gongsun Yangliu!

However, at this moment, she was about to take a step, and her heart was almost broken.

She turned around, how she did it, how she lifted her legs, how much courage she had to muster in her heart.

She stepped forward, with a chuckle, and the top was uphill, and the ground was a gravel road covered with gravel, and the purple cloud wood was blooming beside her, and she walked straight ahead, step by step, holding the brocade bag in her hand, but the bend had long since disappeared his figure.

Surprised, surprised and disappointed, and then she sighed involuntarily, from shallow to deep, straight to the heart.

"I'm like a fool, still playing boring and fruitless tricks!" Murong Qingwan turned back, her heart was empty, but the rest of her eyes were still telling about reluctance and lingering.

Her chest rose and fell with the breath she exhaled and inhaled, and then, the gorgeous ribbon was thrown out, and a perfect arc descended it to the high ruins of the wall, where the branches of the purple cloud tree passed and hid its tracks.

The voice was muffled and depressed.

"Are you alright?" Wan Zhenzhen said with concern.

"Fang Cai, is that handsome-looking boy brother someone you know?" She asked straightforwardly, becoming cautious as Ye Fengzhu's expression changed, and her voice gradually weakened, as if she was about to sink into Ye Fengzhu's heart.

"I don't know, I don't know."

That sentence sank and drifted away with the wind.

This is Cuiping Pavilion, and she hasn't been back for nearly three years. The next day, she went alone, picked a long road, passed through the corridor, and came to the back garden. There is a bearer who sells "Blue Mist Lotus Flower", and his voice is stretched far away, mellow and crisp. The top of the mountain is the perch of Master Jiannanxia - I don't know if he is still here. The name of the tall tree she still did not know.

The Bitter Glaze Field and the Buddha Seeing Laughter Field, both of which are test grounds within a radius of ten miles not far from Cuiping Pavilion, and the place of formal competition will be placed in a world-unique, famous, and famous place like "Pomegranate Blossom Death". throat

Hesitating, hesitating, in front of the house, he did not step into the five leads.

And the long-awaited master never appeared.

The smoke and waves of Cuiping are warm, and the leaky pot urges the arrows.

The jade pendant is far away, and the fireflies don't know the tree.

Murong Qingwan bought the "Blue Mist Lotus Flower", steaming, picked the door lock, stayed for one night, the house was quite clean, I don't know if someone cleaned it regularly.

In the window, there is the wine he has hidden, and it has been depressed for a long time. Bowl after bowl, she ran through her burning throat, and her chest was stagnant.

Who knows, the second son of the dumping - the pouring water came to the nearest place, and the 100-step ladder on the top of the mountain is the eating street, thinking about it, Master Jiannanxia is also a "glutton".

When he got up early in the morning, the second son ate at the foot of the hundred-step ladder.

However, Murong Qingwan didn't even recognize him, maybe he was too full of wine and wine last night.