She paints with her heart, step by step, step by step.

Master Yuanmei once warned her that if the fountain of strength is compared to ink, then the body can be used as a pen everywhere, leaving an imprint on the canvas, and turning into reality, the place of confrontation is the canvas made by the heart, the so-called fountain of power is from the body, from the heart, the power is hidden in the viscera before gathering, when it bursts out, it is like a spring pouring out, or pouring on the object, the ink applied, or pointed, or lifted, or folded, or hooked, or pinched, or skimmed, or vertical, or horizontal, just like the source of swordsmanship.

From the first day she worshiped the master, she did not practice swords, but calligraphy.

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The leaf wind stopped

The oblique moon is frosty in the white pool, and the remnant rainbow is shy and falls on Bodhi.

The red hearts want to be tears of pear blossoms, and the grunt strings pluck the sorrowful silk.

When she practiced a post, her heart was impassioned, and the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai also worshipped Pei Min, the first master of swordsmanship, as a teacher, and finally became the second master in the field of swordsmanship at that time, and was praised as a sword fairy by later generations.

Ye Feng stopped staring at the stream field, and the two faced each other, in full swing, completely different from before.

"Second son, this is an invitation from the eldest son." The servant bowed.

"......" poured water and said speechlessly, picked up a copy casually, spread it out and saw that the name of "Ye Feng Stop" was printed on the crimson post book, so he threw it casually and threw it into the gurgling stream downstairs.

"Second son, why did you give it away?" The servant said.

"Don't you see me throwing it down?" Poured water and said with a snort.

"Yes, when Miss Ye asks, I'll say yes - it was when the second son was enjoying the scenery, he accidentally fell down." The servant quipped, bent down and stepped back, "Childe, farewell!" ”

Pouring water said slowly, and it took a while to react.

Their swordsmanship was not inferior to her in the slightest, which made Ye Feng's brows appear a trace of timidity and fear, and her self-confidence was greatly reduced.

"It's okay...... Maybe she didn't even get a chance to play. She cupped her cheeks, frowned, and sighed, "Alas......"

What to do?

Looking for the Dumping Water? He wouldn't have promised me.

Do you want to ask the bookkeeper for intercession?

When I saw that ghostly look, I wanted to throw up.

Still is...... Looking for the girl you met today?

Forget it, I'm already disgusted with this kind of duplicity......

That...... What should I do?

Seeing that the time has come from time to time, I am about to lose confidence.

She strolled to the Bodhi Pavilion, and when she looked up, there were people all over the place, the immortal and extraordinary Wu Wuqing, the evil and noble one who picked up her sachet and the boy in a black silk hibiscus robe, and the sunny and handsome second son who ignored her with an indifferent face, and on the other side were other people I didn't know, two of them were the two girls.

They were silent, silent, as if she were the one who had suddenly strayed in, and had nothing to do with it.

Ye Feng was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to smile awkwardly and say hello: "Hello everyone!"

Then he lowered his eyebrows and sat quietly in an empty seat, but his heart was like turning over the river and the sea, not a taste.

Sitting next to her was a chivalrous warrior who was not good-looking, and suddenly accosted her: "Girl, your surname?"

"Huh?" Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, thinking, have you always encountered peach blossom luck recently? Last time, I saw palmistry at a fortune teller, but I didn't expect it to be so accurate, not only for men, but also for women.

"Zhu." Ye Feng stopped replying.

The person next to him laughed.

She was puzzled and embarrassed.

"Oh, no, I'm not surnamed Zhu, my surname is Ye." Ye Feng stopped replying, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Mo Yan, wearing a black silk hibiscus coat, his lips are like bright red buds, and he wants to wait for buds, and Mougins looks at the wind.

"Girl, what is your name? Who is it?" The man continued to ask, embarrassed to ask.

She cares about the way she looks at her, and she cares about what other people think.

"The wind stops." Ye Feng stopped replying.

"......" Mo Yan smiled coldly, he must ask clearly afterwards.

"You come with me......" Suddenly, Shui Ran took her hand and walked straight to the corridor, surrounded by everyone's eyes.

"What's going on?" One person said.

"The ghost knows......" Mo Yan said coldly, as if it was none of his business at all.

"Eh, the dignified Moyan eldest son actually spoke!" A girl said.

"......" Mo Yan lowered his head shyly, unintentionally caring about their opinions.

"What's wrong?" Ye Feng stopped staring at his face and said, "What's crazy again?" ”

He calmed down, looked at her and said, "Listen to me."

"I don't want to hear you......" she said, glancing at him fiercely.

"Can we stop arguing? Can you listen patiently to me explain the situation? He shouted.

"I don't want to hear ......" Ye Feng stopped continuing her thoughts, and forcefully got rid of his arm, his hand stiffly strangled two red marks on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Xu Yanling walked up to her and asked as if concerned.

Then, Wu Shuang also came over, only to find that it was the woman she saw today, so she jumped her eyebrows and said, "It turned out to be you!" What a fate! My name is Wu Shuang, you can also call me Shuangshuang. ”

This gathering, a smile, seems to be a harmonious and warm picture and atmosphere, as if she has met an acquaintance who has been reunited after a long absence, and she can't say anything about it.

So he said, "My name is Ye Feng, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"My name is Xu Yanling." She opened her mouth, as if she didn't care much about Ye Feng's disgust with her at that time, and repaid her grievances with virtue.

"I'm sorry, at that time, I was in a bad mood and didn't pay much attention to you, I'm sorry." Ye Feng stopped apologizing and said, "I also made offensive remarks that embarrassed you." ”

"It's okay." She replied indifferently.

"So in the future, we will take care of each other." Wu Shuangyan smiled, bright and brilliant, and her voice was like a silver bell, crisp and pleasant.

They were open-minded, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became clear and empty against their backdrop.

Ye Fengzhu became more and more aware of the narrowness of his heart.

Wu Shuang's hand attached to Ye Feng's shoulder, and there was a soft warmth.

"Hmm." Ye Feng stopped and smiled.

poured water and looked at it, although the other party was a woman, there was an inexplicable smell of vinegar in his heart.

"By the way, I have something to ask for." Ye Feng's expression suddenly became serious.

"What's the matter?" Wu Shuang said, listening attentively.

“…… If not...... The invitation is to arm the owner himself...... Is it possible to enter the competition and participate in the contest with the inscription invitation? Ye Feng stopped and said excitedly.

"If you don't have that, you can't get into the stream." "But," she said, "...... Since you asked, you must have met Master He Zhuang before, I know......"

"What's wrong?" Ye Feng stopped asking, eager to wait for an answer.

"Go to the bookkeeper and have a look!" She said that her eyes suddenly changed from gentle and enthusiastic to normal, and even cold to the point that she didn't care about herself.

"Any questions?" Ye Feng asked anxiously.

"There's a list of entrants there."

"But ......"

"I'm sorry, we don't have time for you." Wu Shuang said.

"Let's go!" Xu Yanling said.

They went one after the other, ignoring them indifferently, leaving Ye Feng's cold and lonely heart.

Ye Feng didn't have time to deal with these mixed thoughts, and the top priority was to find out if there was still a chance left in the list book?

"I'll ...... with you," Wu Wuqing signaled, who had been watching for a long time.

"......" Ye Fengzhu was stunned, it turned out to be him.

"......" Xu Yanling stopped, looked surprised, blinked the small mung bean-like eyes, and stood Wu Shuang, who had a normal face and elegant literary quality.

Xu Yanling then gestured to Wu Shuang and gently touched her with the back of his hand.

Wu Shuang was silent, her sorrow was like a ripple flooding outside, she ran out of the pavilion with her hands straight up with Biluo Liuxian skirt, her plain face was eclipsed, and she felt very unconfident because of her appearance, in front of this woman called "Ye Feng Stop", her heart was shaken for the first time for the "outside" This nothing, full of flashy things, and then hung two tears on her face, and the cheeks washed by tears were like a white jade plate reflected by the red sunset, but she failed to be pitiful and resonate with others.

"Humph!" The pouring fist smashed into the tea case, and there was a crisp "bang".

"What kind of woman can make so many famous men rush to be the first?" The swordsman on the side humorously sarcastically said, with two cunning mustaches, smiling happily.

"Don't say anything cool here," Mo Yan said indifferently, "It's better to be optimistic about your trouser belt!" ”

The swordsman withdrew his gaze and looked down at his body...... Immediately stunned, he said angrily: "When did you cheat?"

Then, with an embarrassed face, he lifted his pants and ran away in a hurry without even taking his sword.

Others sneered.

"A person who speaks ill of a woman is not qualified to be a man, let alone a swordsman." Mo Yan said, his chic gaze fell on the pavilion, in the tea case.

"What do you say?" Mo Yan turned and asked the second son.

"Wu Gongzi, why are you here?" looks like a rat with rat eyebrows and thief eyes, and the palm of the book with a turtle appearance bows down to make a way.

"Give me the list." Wu Wuqing frowned and said.

"This girl is going to ......," the palm book glanced at Ye Feng and squinted.

Seeing Ye Feng stop goosebumps.

"Give it to me." Wu Wuqing repeated, his eyes sharp.

"Please follow me......" he snorted with air conditioning on his back.

It seemed that something was wrong, as if he was helping me, Ye Feng stopped and said, "Young Master Wu, did you come with me just now to help me?"

"Otherwise......" Wu Wuqing said.

I thought he had something to do, so by the way, Ye Feng thought to himself.

Wu Wuqing was inexplicably amused by her, hesitated for a long time, and said wordlessly: "......"

"Thank you...... Sifan. Ye Feng stopped replying, and walked forward embarrassedly.

"Did you know me before?" Wu Wuqing said.

"Not really!" "But I know your words are too...... Because Wu Wuqing is famous in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Oh, I think you should be a match made in heaven with the second prince, but ......" Wu Wuqing was distracted in other ways.

"But what?" She asked curiously.

"Nothing ......," Wu Wuqing replied, continuing to follow her steps.

After a while, he was side by side with her.

The tall and handsome figure suddenly stood beside her, and a unique sachet smell of a noble son hit, and her heart was inexplicably "plopping", and her face was red and her ears were hot.

He didn't dare to look aside, he could only silently feel the slightest trace of her, a breath, a frown, and a step.

"It's finally here!" Ye Fengzhu said with relief.

But she didn't notice that at that time, Wu Wuqing's face changed from sunny to dark.

"Wu Gongzi, what are you looking for?" The bookkeeper asked.

"List." His tone was neither gentle nor cold.

"Oh, the contemptible person actually forgot—is it the list of guests to watch the game, or the list of swordsmen to watch, or ......"

Wu Wuqing interrupted him and said, "The second kind!"

"It's under this red sandalwood bookshelf." The palm of the book indicates.

Wu Wuqing squatted down to take it, and Ye Feng looked at him intently at his careful and serious appearance, as if he was concentrating on admiring a moving work of art.

"Take it out......" He smiled happily and got up to signal Ye Feng to stop, at this moment, his eyes were shining.

"I'll look through it to see if there's your name on it......" he got serious.

"Did you slip it out?" He said to the palm.

"Wu Gongzi, are you looking for someone's name?" The palm asked nervously, his legs trembling.

"Ye Feng stopped." Wu Wuqing replied.

"I don't think there's a name." He replied.

"Isn't it...... Hey, you ......" Wu Wuqing picked up his shirt and said helplessly, with a grim face.

Ye Feng stopped and said disheartenedly, the owner of the village didn't know her name at all, how could her name appear on the list?

“…… The contemptible people know, the contemptible people know, there is an anonymous 'magical' person, it seems that he didn't come when he took the roll call today-big deal, you can let this person named Ye Fengzhu replace him. He reacted in a panic.

"Okay, just do as you say! If that person can't come, you step in and let her play. "Wu Wuqing said.

"Wu Gongzi, that anonymous 'magical' character, was personally asked by the owner of Wuzhuang to be named the day before the competition, I don't dare to slack off......" The head of the bookkeeper bowed and frowned.

"That person, did the owner mention it in front of you?" Wu Wuqing asked.

"What does the owner say has - potential, and then, on the day the owner fought her, the personal sword was cut off by that person......"

"I see, let's go!" Ye Feng stopped.