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Rare snowflakes touched his cheeks, but he didn't feel them for a short time. Song Ping'an practiced the newly learned sword technique stroke by stroke, but he just habitually continued to do the previous or next move, forgetting to think about the first style he had turned to at the moment.

I can't think of a reason to talk to him.

The tip of the sword gathered the sparkling waves like lake water, and the girl's gaze drifted widely, thinking about her heart.

In fact, Song Ping'an had already thought about it, since he was fortunate enough to be a student of the Martial Arts Academy and could have such a good master to teach, what he needed to do was to cultivate in a down-to-earth manner and work hard to make money so that his family could live a good life. That's enough. As for......

The girl's wrist turned, and as the sword trick moved sideways, the long sword slashed across the air, bringing up the surrounding snowflakes and swirling with them.

It's this one again......

Song Ping'an unconsciously slowed down his movements, and the long sword in front of him was clean and bright, once again reflecting the figure of the young man on the other side.

He's always so kind, and he's helping everyone solve their problems. It's just that no matter who is standing next to him, Song Ping'an can see him at a glance. Although he is never ostentatious and always likes to wear dark and restrained clothes, every time he just needs to stand there and smile quietly, it makes people feel indescribable...... It was as if he had seen a fairy-like figure and did not dare to speak loudly, and as if he had been carved from ice jade, even if he accidentally touched the corner of his clothes, he would be afraid of being stained.

With such a person, Song Ping'an felt that anyone could only watch from afar. The other students were familiar with him and would freely ask him questions, but Song Ping'an didn't even dare to come forward for this most ordinary communication.

I don't know what is in my heart.

Song Ping'an knew that if he passed, of course he would patiently speak for her and talk to her without discrimination. But the more naturally gentle he was, the more reluctant she was to go. It seemed that as long as she stood still here, her relationship with him would forever stay in the time when they first met, a long, long time ago.

But what was the difference then? Song Ping'an thought he was exceptionally good to himself, but later realized that he was just as good to everyone -- it turned out that there really were such flawless people in the world. But she would rather he was not, and because he was so good, that even if she occasionally couldn't help but feel a little bit of pity, she would feel that it was her own fault.

Or was he really a little different to her at that time?

Song Ping'an couldn't remember clearly, and he couldn't say that it was his own delusion. But at least since the second meeting, when he woke up after the Lu family's accident, there was no trace of it. Although it was difficult to see on the surface, in private, when she talked to Gu Zhiyang, she felt that he seemed to have changed a lot.

It's just that he's getting better for others, only for her......

It's better, too.

"Eleven. ”

The familiar voice close at hand made Song Ping'an almost jump up in fright, and the timbre of the young Qingyue blew behind her ears with the warm breath, like a fluffy little animal running by, rubbing straight into the core of her bones. Song Ping'an couldn't help but wanted to jump out but was reluctant, so he had to freeze in place and subconsciously asked, "...... What?"

Without thinking, the boy replied, "How many times you peeked at me today." ”

Song Ping'an was completely stunned.

In an instant, the girl's face turned red, and she tried to defend herself in a panic: "I, I...... No, I ......"

"Why didn't you come to me?" the boy asked first.

Song Ping'an looked at him in a daze.

Seeing her appearance, the young man chuckled and asked in a low voice, "I've been waiting for you to come over all this time, but why don't you always ignore me?"

"You've been ......" As if the little animal had stolen into his heart and was jumping around, Song Ping'an repeated in a trance: "I'm waiting for ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the boy suddenly raised his hand to her cheek, and she immediately closed her eyes in shock.

And when he closed his eyes, Song Ping'an only felt a slight coolness brushing his brows.

"Snowflakes just fell on my eyebrows. The boy smiled quietly.

There is a light breeze and fine snow, and the sky is bright and bright.

Song Ping'an suddenly remembered the name of the sword trick he had just had.

It's called "First Snow".

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Gu Zhiyang cautiously and secretly paid attention to that side, unable to suppress the worry in his heart.

He always felt like something was wrong.

It was normal before.

Most of the people who were selected by the Martial Academy to enter the ancient battlefield this time were more experienced senior brothers and sisters, and among the companions who were often together, there were only three of them, him, Song Ping'an and Mu Yunyi, and they were not used to talking much, and seeing that Lu Qiming was busy every day, he naturally would not deliberately go up and pull people to chat.

In addition, this trip to the ancient battlefield is for cultivation rather than play, so even if they are close to each other, there is no need to stay together all the time to show anything. After all, each has their own things to do.

In fact, Gu Zhiyang likes the current way of getting along. Isn't it good to look at each other by chance, and naturally look at each other and smile?

So although several people didn't say much during this period, Gu Zhiyang never felt that the relationship was far away.

However, things suddenly changed.

It must have started the day before yesterday - after the strange incident the day before yesterday. Gu Zhiyang frowned and thought carefully--from then on, an indescribable strangeness began to emerge between Lu Qiming and Long Anlan.

Gu Zhiyang never thought that he was good at guessing other people's minds, but he was at least good at practicing martial arts. Therefore, he could feel that Long Anlan's internal strength and qi were tense, as if he was always ready to fight with others!

This is clearly not normal.

Anyone can see that Long Anlan has always been the most relaxed and happy when he is by Lu Qiming's side, how could he have been so vigilant or even secretly hostile?

But this alone is not enough.

Although Gu Zhiyang had noticed something strange earlier, he never mentioned it to anyone, and even he himself inevitably doubted his judgment. After all, Lu Qiming and Long Anlan are not ordinary cultivators, and who can make the two of them have no power to resist at the same time? Maybe the two of them really had an awkward quarrel, like they didn't quarrel a few days ago?

Gu Zhiyang could only observe carefully alone.

Perhaps because he had doubts in his heart first, in the past two days, although the young man never avoided his gaze, and his actions and words were as usual, Gu Zhiyang still felt more and more strange to him. Obviously, his appearance and aura are exactly the same, but in Gu Zhiyang's eyes, he only feels that every inch of his body is weird, even ......

Dangerous.

That's right, extreme danger, extraordinary danger that Gu Zhiyang has never encountered.

It was clearly the same face, and even the curvature of the corners of his lips when he smiled was almost the same, but every time Gu Zhiyang forcibly looked at him calmly, he felt that the cold hairs on the back of his neck were about to stand up!

In this way, Gu Zhiyang hesitated in the anxiety of not being able to speak to others, until just now.

Gu Zhiyang's gaze once again drifted vaguely to the lake not far away, the pair of young men and women who behaved as intimate as lovers. The boy seemed to be instructing the girl in swordsmanship, but his hand was on the girl's waist without hesitation......

Not to mention that anyone can see that Lu Qiming doesn't mean that to Song Ping'an at all, even if the two are really lovers, with Lu Qiming as a person's etiquette, it is impossible to have this kind of fight with a daughter's family in public!

Gu Zhiyang has always felt that he is the least intelligent among his peers, but this time Song Ping'an is inevitably too confused, how can he not see such an obvious thing clearly?

Gu Zhiyang was anxious, and he couldn't rashly startle the snake.

He looked at Long Anlan. She was still sitting cross-legged under the tree with her eyes drooping and cultivating, ignoring the scene on the other side, but she also didn't accept Gu Zhiyang's gaze.

Gu Zhiyang had to look for Yin Xiuheng's figure again - he had heard Lu Qiming mention it before, and knew that this young man who suddenly appeared in the team actually had an extraordinary background. However, after glancing at each other, Yin Xiuheng only hooked his lips and smiled, and turned around and went elsewhere, and Gu Zhiyang didn't know what he meant.

At last. When Gu Zhiyang inadvertently met Mu Yunyi's gaze, he found that he had been looking at him for an unknown amount of time.

Gu Zhiyang's heart shook slightly, and he pursed his lips.

Mu Yun nodded imperceptibly.

Gu Zhiyang took a deep breath, stood up suddenly, and resolutely walked in that direction.

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The dark blue tightened samurai costume showed off the girl's snow-white and ruddy skin.

What an abundance of vitality! Cheng Yuan's eyes appeared with a smile of praise and sigh. It's a pity that it can only be found in the rough and ignorant mortal womb, which is really incompatible.

Cheng Yuan casually took a sword flower in his hand, and easily received another adoring look from the girl, and he wanted to laugh in his heart. In retrospect, since he achieved the god rank and accidentally killed a few people, no woman dared to show his careful thoughts to him, and now he suddenly met again, and it was actually a little fresh and interesting.

And that's not all.

Cheng Yuan casually looked around and sneered to himself. He really couldn't understand Lu Qiming more and more, it was a waste to be surrounded by so many girls who admired him all day long but never paid attention to it.

But it is still a vision, Cheng Yuan thought about it, but he breathed a sigh of relief. If Lu Qiming really used his soul to get involved with these stupid ordinary women, he would definitely not be able to bear to kill people first.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuan's thoughts turned to the little girl named Yu Wenxuan, and he felt more satisfied in his heart.

Mortals couldn't see the difference between her, but Cheng Yuan was shocked when he saw her for the first time...... No, it should be said that she is a "celestial person" - that girl, the child of the gods of this world, is the existence that truly combines the spirit of heaven and earth and the luck of eternity. Although I am still in my infancy, I can always grow up.

It's just that if you want to get her, you have to kill her father first. For Cheng Yuan's current state, it is indeed very difficult.

Therefore, it is still necessary to fuse Lu Qiming's soul fragment as soon as possible. Cheng Yuan sighed. I don't know where the progress has been over there, but Cheng Yuan doesn't bother to check it all the time when he has a thing like this, anyway, when there is a result, Shiren will naturally come to inform him that he knows.

As for the time. Cheng Yuan casually made an expectation, it was about ten days.

- It's so short, it's gone in the blink of an eye.

Thinking about it like this, Cheng Yuan's patience, which was already running out, became abundant again, and when he looked at the ordinary mortal girl in front of him, he was also in a mood again, barely energetic and cute.

Cheng Yuan blinked, raised his hand and tried to pinch the girl's face, which was quite interesting.

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