Xue Qinshuang's favorite in her life is Wuhe wine.

But both of them have met opponents today.

The woman with a cold temperament drank one cup after another, and her expression was quiet.

She is an outstanding beauty, even in the eyes of Xue Qinshuang, who is also a woman, she has to admit this, dressed in simple white clothes, her posture has not been pretentious in the slightest, and she can be called peerless with just raising her hand, but this elegant posture shows a bit of arrogance at this time.

The frequency of each hand has not changed in the slightest.

There were already several jars on the table.

Xue Qinshuang's vision was slightly blurred, the wine glass in his hand fell on the table, and for the first time in his life, he felt drunk, shook it slightly, and fell softly on the table.

The Great Elder looked at the drunk Xue Qinshuang and put down the wine cup in his hand.

The jade-colored wine cup diffuses a very pungent taste, and it is the kind of liquor that ordinary people fear like a tiger.

She lifted her palm, her thumb running over the corner of her lips.

"Burning knives is not as strong as it was back then."

Outside the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

Wang Anfeng carefully ate the grilled fish cut out, this fish is a specialty of this place, and it can't be eaten at all without Wanjian Mountain, but it's a pity that now Xue Qinshuang is injured and forbids drinking wine and meat, while Bailifeng and Tuoba Yue are obsessed with cultivation and don't have time to come here.

What a pity......

The boy picked up the last piece of grilled fish and put it in his mouth, only to feel that the deliciousness of the fish expanded between his lips and teeth, which was extremely layered, stimulating his taste buds, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

Not...... Compared with the second master, it is much worse.

The young man made a pertinent judgment in his heart.

In the past few days, many people have come to this Qingfeng solution, such as famous rangers, arrogant and untamed swordsmen, and martial artists who are not young and are of the same generation as the Great Elder.

Every time the night rises, the moon hangs in the sky, and the red candle lanterns decorate the Qingfeng solution all the way, and this hidden sword gate falls from the cold charm of the high.

It's no different from the town down the hill.

The sound of a sword roar sounded, and a Qingfeng sword was thrown out from the bluestone in the distance, spun twice in the air, and then firmly inserted into the ground in front of Wang Anfeng.

Jiu Zizi stood on top of the bluestone, carrying a huge wine gourd in his right hand, shaking it slightly, and his left hand was also carrying a Qingfeng sword, simple and sharp, took a sip of wine, nodded towards Wang Anfeng and signaled the young man to attack. Sister Lin Qiaofu also avoided the side, and the little girl's eyes widened, looking at the scene that was about to happen in front of her.

Since the incident of the Three Foolish Swords, this has been the norm before the Jing Pavilion.

Wang Anfeng needs to have an opponent so that he can recall the state when he fought with the Three Fools Sword, and Jiu Zizi is also full of curiosity and exploration of the swordsmanship passed down by the Sword Master.

Although he is over seventy years old, he has already reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, but he has not changed his original intention, if he sees one or two moves worth pondering in the rivers and lakes, he will be overjoyed, indulge in it for several days, and polish the move to perfection with his amazing martial arts attainments, and then create the corresponding move out of nothing.

Such a round trip, the extremely boring thing in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, it is a first-class interesting thing in the world. His heart is like this, how can he not feel itchy when he sees the swordsmanship passed on by the Sword Master?

Taking a sip of turbid wine, the old man only held the sword in his left hand, raised his hand and said:

"Boy, come on!"

Wang Anfeng got up and held his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Senpai, be careful."

With a soft shout, the young man stepped forward, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand stabbed towards the old man in front of him with seventy-two swordsmanship, and swayed a fierce sword light.

As a third-grade grandmaster, Jiu Zizai has fought against swordsmanship masters in his life, much more than Wang Anfeng has seen, although the seventy-two second hand envoys taught by Mr. Win are extremely exciting, but in the face of the old man's rich experience, it is difficult to exert the original effect.

This swordsmanship was created by Mr. Win himself.

I am afraid that only the scribe can hold a sword and shoot in person, so that he can fight with wine freely.

A moment later, with the old man letting go, the Qingfeng sword in Wang Anfeng's hand was struck out by the old man's sword, and the long sword in his hand was raised and landed in front of Wang Anfeng's throat.

The old man in front of him had a sharp expression and a sharp temperament, just like those extremely clever swordsmen in the legends of the rivers and lakes.

The sharp temperament between his eyebrows and eyes quickly converged, and Jiu Zizi shook his head regretfully, and threw his hand behind him, and the long sword went straight into the scabbard in the whistling sound.

The old man sighed:

"Still don't have a clue...... It seems that my old man is destined not to see the swordsmanship of the Sword Master. ”

Wang Anfeng knew what the old man meant.

There were only two days left before the Great Elder's birthday banquet.

Without the slightest thought for three days, it was impossible to comprehend that kind of swordsmanship in two days.

……………………………………

On the cliff of Qingfeng.

Baili Feng opened his eyes, and his right hand swept lightly from the sharp edge of the Mo knife on his lap, and flicked his fingers.

There was a melodious roar of Qingyue, mixed with the mountain wind.

That swordsmanship, he only practiced for three days, and his talent was not the kind of peerless genius that only existed in the script, but he could calm down and concentrate, and he also gained something, and a lot of distractions disappeared in his heart.

The soldier boy looked at the stratus clouds in the distance, and his breathing was calm and distant.

The clouds gathered and dispersed, but the sky was still far away, still blue, and those flowing clouds did not leave the slightest trace.

The classics of the military family, which I had been quite disdainful in the past, suddenly came to mind at this time.

The boy had a sense of sudden enlightenment.

The purpose of reading, the perception of those predecessors and philosophers, is not something that can be understood after reading it, but it will be buried in the heart, waiting for the right time to come to mind, combined with what you see and feel, and suddenly you will have a sense of empathy.

Understood, understood.

You don't need to prove it to others, and only you can understand it.

The boy's eyes darkened.

The heart is like a clear sky.

The calmness of a soldier is not the indifference of breaking off his desires, but the state of mind that overrides everything.

The things that have been experienced, the fluctuations of feelings are like clouds and mist, walking in the sky, but they can't leave real traces in the sky, let the wind and rain go wild, and above the clouds and mist, the real sky is still blue and calm.

Is joy in my heart?

No.

Is it anger?

No.

The heart is the heart.

The clouds and mist churned in the sight, but Bailifeng's state of mind was subtly different, the clouds and mist suddenly rolled violently, as if there was some kind of strange beast hiding behind the clouds, the thick clouds and mist suddenly parted to the sides, a giant bird crashed out of the clouds, and there was still a trace of clouds entangled on its wings, until it passed a very long distance at great speed, and the clouds flowed and disappeared.

In Bailifeng's calm eyes, the huge bird was reflected.

He saw the huge size, the wings and the fine texture of the wood on the main body, saw an old man standing on it, and saw the frightened face of the old man getting closer and closer in his sight.

The boy's face suddenly stiffened, and his eyes widened.

"His mother!"

Baili Feng seemed to have a spring installed on his body, jumped up suddenly, howled and turned around, and only then ran two steps back, and the huge trap bird directly hit the ground behind the young man, and the strength was quite rapid, setting off a layer of qi waves like substance, if it weren't for Baili Feng's martial arts, he was almost knocked unconscious.

Even so, the boy was also distracted by the air waves, flew four or five meters behind, and sat heavily on the ground, almost splitting into eight petals.

Bailifeng's heroic face was distorted for a while, and he finally couldn't help it, and gasped.

As soon as the murderous Mo knife in his hand was loosened, the jingle bell fell to the ground, the young man's body deviated to the left, his right hand trembled and felt something from under his buttocks, and when he looked up, it was a fist-sized stone, which happened to be under his buttocks.

Baili sealed his mouth and opened his mouth, and then there was a burst of fire from the bottom up, surging up and burning hotly.

What soldier's state of mind, what heart is like a clear sky.

All fucking shit!

The young man picked up the Mo knife next to him, smiled evilly, and walked towards the old man who was tidying up his clothes over there, and limped over.

"Old Puff!"

PS: Second update

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