"Want to be like me?"

Feng Ran immediately turned around and looked at the young man with some emotion.

"I said that to be strong, you must first have a strong heart, and a strong heart requires faith, or desire, yearning, and so on. ”

"What do you have in mind?" he asked with a smile.

The Xuanli rope slowly condensed and turned into a knife-like shape.

A thousand past events flooded his heart, and he spoke again, singing the song that the previous teenager loved the most.

Singing softly, the song sounded.

"A certain Ranger is far away and now the rivers and lakes are talking~"

"The enemy has many friends, but it is difficult to meet the enemy~"

Feng Ran left with a smile, waving the sword light, the white clothes fluttering, stepping away, singing and dancing!

"The rain is broken, the wind is like a tide, and the tide is shooting to lead the storm~"

"I was drunk without three laughs~"

Feng Ran danced the long knife in his hand, as if he had returned to that life and saw the shadow of that young man.

As he sings, he is wanton, free and easy, and after leaving himself, he is drunk with the rivers and lakes!

I can even imagine him riding a horse with a crotch knife, galloping through the mountains, drunk and singing, happy and revenge!

"The distant wind suddenly looks back at the bright moon and thousands of mountains~"

"Heaven and earth are full of spirit, and the song is going to Chang'an~"

"The lights and shadows are warm, the wine is warm, and the seats are all greedy for joy~"

"Everyone is blowing their clothes and scattering the dark clouds~"

The lights are bright, the paper is drunk, the world is prosperous, the flashy pavilion Chen Yu by the river, and countless people indulge in drinking and drinking.

Fengran sword light obliquely, as if raising a glass of wine, with confidants, brothers, relatives, red faces, and this is here!

What the song carries is endless joy and intoxication!

Feng Ran's sword light danced faster and faster, and he always had a free and easy chuckle on his face, and the sword light was accompanied by candle flames, shining in this hall!

"Only here the young people prefer to dominate the world!~"

"Enmity and enmity, take advantage of the youth, light sword and fast horse!~"

Feng Ran's smile was even stronger, and the singing voice was suddenly high, as if ushering in the climax of the music!

"The red dust is not broken, and there is nothing to worry about, only love life and death!~"

"Drunk and talking!Folded flowers when you wake up~"

In the Tibetan Peak at night, in the silent mountains, a heroic, free and easy song suddenly sounded,

The night was thick, everything was silent, and the singing kept coming far, far away.

In the main hall of the mountain gate, Zhu Lao suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked up at the Tibetan Peak with some understanding, with doubts and shock in his eyes, and more of a feeling of nostalgia and nostalgia.

This tune, this...

Who has not been young, who has not indulged in the rivers and lakes!

In this song, this free and easy, this cheerful, this knife-wielding, happy artistic conception!

instantly aroused the resonance of Zhu Lao,

He gently patted the bamboo pole in his hand, and chanted softly with the singing sound coming from the night.

In the western area, where the Lingxuan Mystery Technique is located, Liu Ye'er suddenly raised her head in confusion.

"This is, where is the singing?"

She stopped and closed her eyes and listened.

She was not the only one, but a few scattered disciples in other areas also heard the music from the night, and then slowly indulged in the artistic conception of the song, unable to extricate themselves...

In the upper half of the Tibetan Peak, a young man in Chinese costume was sitting next to a small lamplight case.

"Huh, this tune?"

A song that can resonate with countless people, and it comes slowly in the silent night.

"This artistic conception..."The gentle young man closed his eyes intoxicated: "I really want to see the last person and the master of this song." ”

"Enmity and enmity, take advantage of the youth, light sword and fast horse~" He couldn't help but hum along.

......

"The frost on the eaves and the moon by the window will leave one for me~"

"I have never returned to the Tianshan Mountains in the south of the Yangtze River~"

Surrounded by sword light, there are several lights beside Bai Ying, Feng Ran sings loudly wantonly, there is no need for piano and song, just this artistic conception, it is enough!

Isn't what you are pursuing always like this, wanton! free and easy! Indulge in the world!

I am willing to step on life and death!

Feng Ran had that slightly crazy excited smile on his face again, that's right, never return it again!

"The sword shadow is fluttering, the blood light is cold, like a ghost, and it is like a fairy~"

"Storytellers should laugh at me for being crazy and crazy~"

"Debating good and evil is like the bright moon, and it is missing when it is not there~"

"It's better to take a shot into the cold abyss~"

The sword wind is ringing, the sound of candles burning is ringing, and Feng Ran's song is still ringing.

Mo Bai looked at the white shadow dancing with sword light in front of him sluggishly, smiling wantonly, and the white clothes were like a fairy!

The candlelight is pervasive, the light is pervasive, and the artistic conception in the song is still pervasive.

Mobi suddenly ignited an infinite yearning in his heart, the kind of life in that artistic conception.

Sword-wielding King's Landing, conquering the world!

Enemies of life and death, meet and hate late!

When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent!

Laugh into a desperate situation and never return it again!

The white-clothed figure in front of him seemed to have turned into a chivalrous man in that song, dancing with a knife technique that he had never seen before, the reflection of the tall bookshelf against the candle flame, and the song in the laughter, turned into a swan song and imprinted in Mo Bai's heart.

This scene, Mo Bai recalled it countless years later, and he still can't forget it.

I want to!

I want to!

I want to get stronger!

I really want to be like this!

I really want to have the kind of free and easy, that kind of boldness, that kind of powerful wanton expression, that kind of laughter and wine, and the rivers and lakes!

Mo Bai clenched his fists fiercely, his eyes were hot, and an infinite flame ignited in his heart.

"It is rumored that the rivers and lakes are young and do not know the prosperity of the world~"

"If it's friend or foe, you might as well fight!~"

It doesn't matter if it's friend or foe, the person in front of you might as well talk about it after a fight!

Feng Ran still remembers, remembers that the boy he used to be was really like in the song, saying goodbye to himself, and then being drunk with the world and living wantonly!

Suddenly, Feng Ran remembered that time, the knife move he showed to himself when he came back.

After traveling for several years, integrating his countless feelings and feelings, through the artistic conception of this song, he created this trick and showed himself complacently.

Well, I would have praised him more at that time.

It's really good, whether it's the moves, or the artistic conception.

"Who has the heart to wipe blood with me and discuss tea ~"

"The moon is still bright in my dreams!~"

Tianya, this boy is very similar to you.

Then teach him this trick, maybe one day in the future, this sword light can be reproduced.

A deep chuckle flashed on Feng Ran's face, and he swung his knife lightly, his steps slightly, and he made a wild knife pose.

The deep mountains, the grass house, the bright moon, the youth, the fragments of memory began to come to mind.

Obviously, at the end of the song, Feng Ran's singing voice did not stop, he spoke softly again, repeating the last sentence.

It's just that it's not the end of the song, but all the feelings of that teenager hundreds of years ago.

He hummed gently, but it was not the free and heroic before, but with a faint nostalgia.

"Only this is the end of the moon and the moon~"

The sword light suddenly flickered! Endless brilliance bloomed, and a strong sword intent rose into the sky!

In the wide hall at night, all the Xuan Jue scrolls suddenly hummed slightly, Mo Bai's whole body suddenly trembled, his pores tightened excitedly, and his eyes widened, looking at this style of sword!

"This is!?" Zhu Lao woke up from his previous artistic conception and said in shock, this sword intent!

At the same time, the gentle young man was also shocked, "This sword intent! Which senior is this? How can it be here and now?"

That night, as long as the disciples and elders in the Tibetan Jue Peak felt it, a profound and heroic sword intent rose to the sky!

Senseless restraint, senseless sadness, there is only endless heroism and freedom in the knife intent!

Feng Ran sang the last sentence softly and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed, and with a flick of Xuanli's sword, it shot on the ground in front of Mo Bai!

And then with a laugh that only Feng Ran himself could understand.

With a flick of the white clothes, the lights were extinguished, and the hidden secret hall disappeared in this night.

Only the sound of mixed laughter still echoed.

Mo Bai stood there like a stone statue, his mind was full of that song, and the scene of the sword intent rising to the sky, lingering!

After a long, long time, he suddenly came to his senses, and everything tonight had been like a dream since he entered this hall.

Mo Bai looked back, and there were several exercises scattered on the ground still there, as well as various marks and records left by Mo Bai.

In front of him, the sword of Xuanli was still inserted on the ground, slowly dissipating.

Mo Bai held it tightly, and then tried his best to input Xuan Li to maintain its existence.

He packed up all the exercise cheats, and then walked out with his sword in his hand, without saying a word.

Until he walked out of the Tibetan Secret Peak, Mo Bai glanced back, recorded this scene in his heart, and then disappeared into the night.

Zhu Lao in the distance kept looking at his back with a knife, and finally whispered slowly:

"This son is extraordinary, however,"

He turned to look at the main hall of the Hidden Secret Peak.

"...... this son again?"

[ps, song: Bright Moon Tianya, singing: Wuyin JW felt very good after listening to it, and then wrote such a plot,]

[ps,About the end of the world,In the next chapter of the story,Extra,Theater version?,That's probably the form.,I'll write the various stories of Feng Ran's previous life and the character plots mentioned in the previous foreshadowing.,Write in this kind of chapter.] 】