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Sword, what is it?

When Yue Yuan asked this question in a very serious tone, Fu Junwu was stunned.

Opening her mouth, she wanted to tell the other party what the sword was, but she didn't make any sound.

Fu Junwu knew what the other party was asking, originally she thought that she would be able to answer this question easily, but when she wanted to answer, it suddenly became clear that this question was not simple.

Sword, what exactly?

This question was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and it hit her directly.

Isn't a sword just a sword......

She didn't want to say such things, so as not to be ridiculed by the other party. And at this time, Fu Junwu appeared again, and in her heart, her understanding of the sword was completely superficial.

“……”

Silent.

There was an indescribable silence, and the room was just faintly echoing the sound of the two of them breathing, each other's ears.

It's been a long time.

Fu Junwu raised her head, stared at Yue Yuan in a daze, looked at the man in white in front of her who had stopped his movements and looked serious, and asked, "Then what do you think, what is the sword?" ”

"Sword, what's it?"

Yue Yuan met Fu Junwu's gaze, but the person fell into deep thought. muttering and repeating his question, he wanted to know how the other party should answer, but he didn't expect this Fu Junwu to throw this question to himself for a while.

Ignoring the other party's intentions.

Yue Yuan just frowned.

If he didn't know what a sword was before, in his opinion, a sword is just a sword after all, and talent is the most important thing.

Only a human being can resist the sword.

Even when Yue Yuanguan came up with Xiang Shuai and 6 Xiaofeng, it still seemed that the sword was the sword. However, when the object of this visualization was the White Cloud City Lord, and he personally cast the Flying Immortal that belonged to him, Yue Yuan appeared as a sword, not a sword.

In the heart of the city lord, he is sincere to the sword. He is the sword.

In Simon Blowing Snow's heart, the sword lies in sincerity.

And right now, in Yue Yuan's eyes, the sword is neither himself, nor is he sincere. Now the sword in his hand, combined with the swordsmanship, has inexplicably taken on a life of its own.

In everyone's heart. They all have their own understanding of swords.

"Sword, it's my lover! My lover! ”

Facing Fu Junwu's gaze, Yue Yuan finally said what the sword in his heart was. If you can't see people now, then you can only think about people with a sword.

“……”

With a slight narrowing of her eyes, Fu Junwu looked at Yue Yuan in amazement, she didn't expect the other party to give such an answer at all.

Sword. Is it a lover, is it a lover?

What is the answer?

Even if it was her master Fu Cailin, she had never seen anyone have such thoughts. As an apprentice and adopted daughter, Fu Junwu knows what Fu Cailin is pursuing, Fu Cailin pursues perfection, and in Fu Cailin's eyes, the only thing that can achieve perfection is the sword in his hand.

But even so, Fu Junwu had to admit that the sword in the hand of the white-clothed man named Yue Yuan in front of her was not good. Previously. The scene that seemed to be a hallucination and seemed to be real made Fu Junwu remember it all the time.

Because she didn't see how this trick came out or how it ended.

All she knew was that she had been defeated by that sword.

There is not the slightest room for resistance.

With such a sword, perhaps only the master Fu Cailin can really resist.

As soon as this thought rose in her heart, Fu Junwu pressed it down. She admitted defeat, perhaps not only admitting that she Fu Junwu was defeated in swordsmanship, but also in appearance. And maybe only

Only when he regards the sword as his lover can he show such beautiful swordsmanship.

Fu Junwu completely made up Yue Yuan's experience in her heart. Yue Yuan in front of him has become a person who makes a living from swords. Otherwise, how can people say that the sword is his lover, his lover?

He is the sword, and the sword is one of his qiē.

"Miss Fu, sue me, what is your sword?"

Seeing that Fu Junwu was a little distracted, Yue Yuan knew that the other party seemed to be thinking something, so he had to interrupt the other party's thoughts. Asked his own question again.

“……”

A wry smile spread on the corner of her mouth, and after being looked at by the other party's sword-like gaze, Fu Junwu realized that she couldn't find the answer.

National hatred and family hatred?

No!

Her mind is not pure! It means that the sword is not pure.

Long.

Fu Junwu replied in a bitter tone: "I don't know! ”

It's the truth. It's her truth now.

In the face of such pressure, she was caught off guard at the moment. Especially a person who learns swords, he is the only one of the three great grandmasters who is called the grandmaster with a sword - the apprentice of Fu Cailin, the master of Yijian. Faced with such a question, she could not answer it truthfully.

If you lie, it is a denial of your own martial arts, a denial of your master, and a denial of your sword.

"That!"

"You can take the sword for me for the time being!"

Rise.

Yue Yuan gave such a sentence and turned to leave. There is no re-pointing of other people's acupoints, and there is no obstruction. Because Yue Yuan knew that his question had broken through the other party's heart, leaving an unavoidable shadow.

If the answer can't be found, then Fu Junwu's martial arts cultivation will regress in great strides.

Of course, if you find the answer, then you will progress to God, but this kind of thing is extremely difficult for some stubborn people. Fu Junwu is such a stubborn woman. In any case, because of the hatred of the country and the family, her sword is no longer pure.

Especially this world is still a martial arts world that pays extreme attention to the state of mind. Yue Yuan's words were like putting a thick scabbard on Fu Junwu's impure sword again.

Heart, broken.

Then it means that your defenses are completely broken.

Bi Xiu's heart is like this for the evil king Shi Zhixuan, and the same is true for Fu Junwu at the moment.

Looking at Yue Yuan's departing white back, Fu Junwu just looked at the other party quietly, and responded to this seemingly humiliating result with silence.

……

Three days later.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling left Yangzhou with Wei Zhenzhen, and Shi Long had another place to go under Yue Yuan's arrangement. And right now, there are only Yue Yuan and his latest sword slave in Yangzhou, Fu Junwu.

For such a result, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were naturally impressed.

When leaving Yangzhou, Kou Zhong also quietly asked his master Yue Yuan for advice on the techniques, and Xu Ziling was naturally very surprised.

Such a result can be said to be greater than the two expected.

Originally, both of them thought that it would end with the master's tough methods. But that's clearly not the case. This came from Goguryeo, and Fu Junwu, a disciple of Fu Cailin, one of the three great grandmasters, gave in and responded to this rather humiliating result.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling didn't understand, just because the two of them acted differently, but it also caused the two of them to understand this matter.

In Xu Ziling's opinion, this must be because Fu Junwu was oppressed by his master, but in Kou Zhong's eyes, Fu Junwu had a different purpose.

Out of the point of difference. Creates a difference in perception.

However, the two didn't say anything, in their opinion, Yue Yuan naturally solved such a thing very casually, otherwise Yue Yuan would not be the master that the two of them begged the Bodhisattva to worship.

Watching the two apprentices and the new cook and the maid Wei Zhenzhen leave, it was not until the backs of the three disappeared from the end of sight that Yue Yuan slowly turned around and walked towards the city.

"These two boys are so-so in martial arts, and they are adding a good-looking maid. Aren't you afraid of accidents along the way? ”

Retracting her gaze, Fu Junwu squinted at Yue Yuan, who was walking in front, and said, Fu Junwu was angry in her heart for having no choice but to accept this humiliating sword occupation. After Yue Yuan's words broke his sword heart, Fu Junwu knew that she was in the other party's way.

This Central Plains person is really cunning.

The two boys are like this, and this one who is a master is even more so.

But after Fu Junwu became a sword slave. But it doesn't mean that she just gives up, and from time to time she hits the other party with words, which is what she has done in the past few days. If you can't find the advantage in the sword, then you can only find it in the language.

"The person who bears the sword should have the posture of the person who bears the sword, you talk too much!"

Yue Yuan didn't answer her words, but stopped, turned his head and glanced at Fu Junwu, and said, "If you don't want to lose half of your skills!" ”

“……”

Fu Junwu couldn't help but be shocked when she heard this. A look of horror flashed across his face.

If it was said that the identity of this sword slave was due to that problem that broke her sword heart, then now it is necessary to add another point.

That was the practice of the person in front of her, which really gave her great fear.

For the first time, seeing such an unreasonable exercise, she took away half of the power in her body, which made her martial arts drop to a higher level again. In Fu Junwu's opinion, it was definitely a practice of the evil demon's outer way.

I'm afraid it's even more terrifying than the Demon Gate Kung Fu in the Central Plains.

The previous confrontation had already given Fu Junwu an intuition. That is the Yue Yuan in front of him, and he will definitely fight with his master when the time comes. In order for Shizun to have a greater grasp, she had to stay by this person's side and find out the root of that terrifying exercise.

After being said by Yue Yuan, Fu Junwu quieted down very familiarly.

Carrying a sword stand. The jade hand squeezed the long sword in his hand, sighed and followed.

In the sun.

The two swords stuck in the sword stand faced the sun, scorching brightly.

Meanwhile.

Not long after Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling and Wei Zhenzhen left, in the opposite direction, a group of Xuanyi cavalry came to Yangzhou City with the wind and dust.

"Yangzhou!"

"Hah!"

With a chuckle, the knight pushed away the armor on his face, stretched out his right hand, and gently patted the dust on his legs, and then looked at the Yangzhou City in front of him with a deep and unpredictable look, and said, "Enter the city!" ”

Suddenly.

The horses' hooves were bursting, and dozens of cavalry led the cavalry to charge into battle, and rushed to Yangzhou with insolence.