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Because when the wind and snow come, no matter how high or low its shrinkage is, its snowflake-like petals seem to merge with the wind and snow, and it loses itself in the flutter.

Qin Cang had already asked.

The Tao can illustrate all things.

He can turn Shennong's green plum meaning into red plum meaning, and naturally he also has the ability to derive a kind of white plum meaning, with white plum meaning as sustenance, which can best release the depression and sadness in his heart.

However, he had no intention of doing so.

Or that he didn't have the idea of using Bai Meiyi on the rain concubine string.

That kind of Mei, that kind of meaning, is destined to be a gift he gave when he reunited with Xue Qingying.

Yu Feixian is very beautiful, but it is undoubtedly different from the beauty of Snow Light Shadow, she cannot be equated with Snow Light Shadow, not even replaced, people in the world, alone, after all, are unique existences.

Of course, there will be no obvious intersection between two unique women who have never met at all, and if they want to forcibly find one, it will only be that they have both met Qin Cang.

But in that case, Qin Cang, as a link, is the one who holds the key initiative.

At this moment, he insisted on leaving the white plum intention to the snow light shadow, and he himself came out with the green plum intention and the red plum intention, adding a unique color of death to his life, synthesizing each other, the killing intent weakened, but the momentum was definitely increasing.

One green plum and one red plum.

Originally, they were only two or three feet high, with many branches on the side, most of which came out vertically and horizontally, and their shapes were either like ice cockroaches, or earthworms, or simply solitary like peaks, or directly dense like forests.

The branches smoke wicker, and the flowers spit rouge.

The fragrance is endless.

Now it is the beginning of spring, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, so in this season of flowers, it is actually not the moment when their fragrance is the strongest.

But at this moment, the fragrance of this green plum and a red plum is really intoxicating, and combined with the true scriptures of the rain concubine, it does not produce an offensive appearance, it seems that such a flower should have grown in such a landscape.

There is no snow all around, but they are like open flames in the snow, maintaining an awe-inspiring atmosphere while growing, as if they want to evoke their memories of fighting frost and snow in winter in this spring.

They are tenacious.

They are stubborn.

Like the Canglan Sword in Qin Cang's hand, they have a demeanor that dares to face a strong enemy head-on.

They were indeed part of Qin Cang's sword style.

But not the main thing.

The key to this sword is not how much Qin Cang's spiritual power has invested, nor how much sword dao perception he has integrated, but the eight words he said to Yu Feixian when he took out the sword.

"The peaks and loops turn, and the wind rises. ”

The wonder of the mountain turns in the peak circuit, and the wonder of the water is born in the wind.

A sentence that is not complicated is mixed with a meaning that is not simple.

It was as if he had glimpsed the true meaning of the Rain Concubine String Landscape Smoke and Rain Sutra at a glance.

However, even so, seeing through and cracking are completely different concepts.

If a person does not have enough strength to support his ideas, then no matter how smart, capable, and extraordinary he is, he will always be able to stay at the stage of talking on paper.

Fortunately, he is not a person who likes to talk on paper, let alone on paper.

Laugh at!

The sound of the air bursting meant that the rushing rain concubine strings and the "improvised" Qin Cang were already in a head-to-head confrontation.

A rakshasa, a qin demon.

Because of the cultivation and geographical environment, their battle at this moment will not be remembered by future generations for thousands of years like Qin Tianqi and Gu Qingyun, and even in all directions, they can't find a suitable audience.

Just because you're not remembered doesn't mean it's not important.

In fact, the forgotten history and memory of the world is the most important one in the cycle of reincarnation and the change of eras.

The two of them certainly haven't gotten to that point yet.

But if the scope is narrowed from the big world to the small world, from the gods and demons to the Dao realm, this battle between the two of them can definitely be called a battle for the ages!

Judging from the strength displayed by the two of them at this moment, it seems that they have surpassed the level that the Dao Realm should have, which is comparable to the triple power of many Enlightenment Realms.

You can't ghostwrite for a long time.

The combat power of the two of them is not always able to reach this level.

But since we just met, since we happened to have to fight, it is fate in another sense, and fate is such a fleeting thing that can never be grasped at any time.

If you don't want to miss it, you have to cherish it.

The way they express "cherishing" is very special, as special as the arguments of Gu Qingyun and Qin Tianqi.

It is clear that there is no deep hatred for each other, and neither of them wants to put the other to death, but they are consuming each other's strength in the fastest time.

No one stops, no one stops.

Let time slip away, let the waves flow backwards.

When the mountains don't turn, the water turns.

When the water doesn't turn, the mountains turn.

A hazy rain of smoke rose from it, enveloping the two figures facing each other tightly.

From clear to blurry, it seems to be just a matter of moments.

From reality to fantasy, it also seems to be just a momentary thing.

However, in this world full of contradictions and relativity, where a single thought can achieve eternity, how can a moment not become slow in one's own perception?

Slow, really slow.

It was as if even his heartbeat and breathing had slowed down.

Her soft and stiff palm penetrated Qin Cang's green plum and red plum meaning, affected by Qin Cang's sword power, her palm could not break through again, but her nails had not been trimmed, and if she advanced a few centimeters, her nails could pierce Qin Cang's throat, drawing an end to his life with a blood line.

The flow of time seems to be deliberately slow and as if it stood still in this moment.

Her nails couldn't get in.

Her body had trouble moving.

Qin Cang, who was both broken by Qingmei Yi and Hongmei Yi, was obviously injured, but it was not serious, and he could still flexibly control the sword in his hand.

But again, there was no real penetration.

Both men maintained movements that could kill each other quickly, stalemate, silent.

Can't say a word.

I don't know what to say.

When the enemies reach this point, there is no need to spend any more words, only need to be faster than the other in the slow, either they will die together, or they will die one by one.

As for between friends......

It's not a sparring competition, it's not a decisive battle of a decisive battle, one person has a sword to the heart, and one person points to the throat, can it still be regarded as a friend?

Even the term "general acquaintance" is not appropriate.

In such a situation, they can all laugh out loud.

And almost at the same time.

A beautiful face, a resolute face, and at the same time a long arc was pulled from the corner of the mouth, with unwiped bloodstains, but the smile was more joyful than drinking three hundred cups!

Is there pain lurking beneath the joy?

How much pain is there, and is it all drunk?

Nobody knows.

While waiting, Concubine Yu, who was inexplicably waiting for a battle, withdrew her fingers against Qin Cang's throat.

Qin Cang also received the Canglan Sword.

The battle, which lasted no more than a stick of incense from beginning to end, made their clothes unclean and damaged.

Especially the rain concubine string, flowing red and showing snow white at the same time.

Her figure, like her face, was almost perfect, without many blemishes.

If you have to say the last point, it is probably that such an excellent figure has not attracted Qin Cang's attention for a moment.

He came in a hurry, and he was about to leave in a hurry.

There is no opportunity to explain the conversation.

Concubine Yu watched him leave as she had done two years ago, but did not ask him when he would return.

It wasn't that she was afraid that he would have to fight him again when he returned, but that she knew that if he got the answer on her side, he would fall into the mystery of the next person.

After all, it's not chic!

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