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Zhuo Bufan stood in front of the window, looking up at the starry sky, and suddenly remembered a sentence in "Short Song Xing": "When you sing about wine, life is geometric." ”

It means that you should sing in the face of fine wine, and life is short, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

He obeyed his master's order to go down the mountain and went to Kyoto just to complete his master's instructions and hand over the things to Lin Qingfeng.

After going down the mountain for such a long time, he was a little worried about everything in Qingyun, and now, his heart was more confused and incomprehensible.

He didn't understand why his heart was beating faster when he faced Su Wan today, why his breathing was out of rhythm, and what was about to move in his heart?

Since he was succeeded to the position of head of Qingyun, he has been conscientious and conscientious, and he does not dare to carry half a point. Because he has been instilled with a thought, a very heavy thought, the ancestor is old, sooner or later he will return with a crane, and when Qingyun loses his pillar, the head is the spiritual pillar of everyone.

In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

From the ballad, I realized that Qingyun has no one to answer the problem for hundreds of years, and when he grows up, he grows up little by little with age, and his heart has become more and more.

Now, he has a lot more to worry about, thinking about it, he is a little ashamed, it is about girls, it is about Su Wan, he is very confused, he doesn't know how to face it, how to solve it, and he is even so stupid that he doesn't know what to say when facing Su Wan. Actually, it's not that he doesn't know what to say, and he can talk about a random topic for a long, long time, but the things he says may not be what the other party likes.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Zhuo Bufan saw himself in the mirror, and his calm mood was suddenly chaotic. It was a man who even said that he was ordinary, and in the past years, he never cared about his appearance. Maybe it was because he grew up, or maybe it was because of the spring heart, he gradually felt inferior, especially when facing Su Wan.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

Everyone has the right to pursue beauty, although he is the youngest, most perceptive, and most potential head in the history of Qingyun, although he is an old-fashioned, mature and stable teenager, however, he is just a teenager, regardless of all identities, he is still a teenager.

Teenagers will always encounter emotional problems, but he has never thought about such problems, and when he encounters them, he will inevitably be caught off guard.

"Hey!" The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mood became, Zhuo Bufan couldn't control his mood anymore, and he came to the roof of the inn with his sword.

Late at night in Kyoto is also prosperous and magnificent, looking around, the fire is bright, this moment is the time when the brothel business is booming, there is an endless stream of customers coming in and out, and there are sedan chairs that leave from the brothel from time to time, and there is a Qinglou head card sitting inside, that is, the famous prostitute.

Looking to the east, there was a magnificent building entrenched, which was even more majestic in the dark night, as if it was a wild beast napping in the dark world, quietly looking down on the territory in front of it. It is the imperial palace where the emperors of all dynasties lived, and it is a building that existed before the founding of the Tianfeng Kingdom, which not only has a long history, but also a battlefield full of mystery and no gunsmoke.

He has read a lot of books, which say that it has always been a concentration camp of power and conspiracy, and that every day people will die inexplicably, and today they may still be alive, tomorrow they may become a member of the mud and sand in the river, and some people will be famous all over the world because of their luck, it is a place that seems sacred and solemn, but in fact it is darker than any other place.

The sword dances slowly in his hand, without any move or style, from the heart.

In the past, when I danced the sword, it was done in one go, naturally and smoothly, but today there are some more obstacles, and I have been interrupted several times in the middle.

Standing with his sword in hand, Zhuo Bufan slowly closed his eyes and felt the feeling of the cold wind blowing through his body.

After a while, there seemed to be an extra person beside him, and a faint fragrance and fragrance spread in the air.

It was her smell, Zhuo Bufan began to beat faster again, and his breathing was a little chaotic.

Su Wan was bathed in the moonlight, her white skirt and fair skin seemed to be transparent: "Practicing swords alone, do you want me to accompany you?"

"Good. As soon as he heard the word sword, Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt that the pressure had dropped sharply, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

Su Wan slowly raised the long sword, and the moonlight rendered the sword into a dreamlike color, and both people and swords seemed to appear only in the mythical world.

A sword was sent, and she drove straight in, and her gaze never left Zhuo Bufan's eyes.

"My Fair Lady?" Zhuo Bufan's heart moved, and he immediately recognized the other party's sword move, Su Wan's move turned out to be a strange sword technique that was widely spread in the rivers and lakes, this sword technique is not as fast and accurate as other sword techniques, and it cannot be used in battle, because the original intention of creating this sword technique was not for fighting.

This sword technique is called "Lady Gentleman Sword", it is a couple who love to the depths but can not be together to create, it is said that it was improvised in a battle arranged by the family, the sword move shows the world the two of them from the meeting, acquaintance, acquaintance, love process, and finally for love, the husband and wife committed suicide, which is said to be a good story to this day.

"Good gentleman. ”

Zhuo Bufan raised his sword to meet it, the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, soft and without any power, but the eyes of the two were extremely bright, and they saw their own shadows from each other's eyes the moment they passed by.

The two turned around at the same time and unleashed the same sword, which was the second move of the "Lady and Gentleman's Sword" - love and affection.

The third sword, heart to heart.

The fourth sword, the two love each other

The fifth sword, the long guard.

The sixth sword, unswerving to death.

When it came to the last sword, the two of them collected the sword at the same time, because the last sword was a martyrdom sword, named, the earth is long and the sky is long. You can't be together when you're alive, and even if you're a ghost when you're dead, you can fly like wings and fall in love together, you can imagine how much the husband and wife who created this set of swordsmanship love each other.

The swordsmanship is unremarkable, but because of the condensation of the love of the husband and wife, coupled with the fact that the husband and wife showed their love to the world with their lives, almost everyone in the rivers and lakes knows it, and there are many young men and women who use this set of swordsmanship to confess their hearts to their beloved, so as to tie the knot.

Therefore, this is an extraordinary swordsmanship, although it does not destroy the full combat effectiveness.

Su Wan seemed to have an understanding: "Ask what is the situation in the world, can you understand the feeling of life and death?"

Zhuo Bufan was silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Do you know why I'm practicing this swordsmanship with you?"

He continued to be silent, it shouldn't be that she liked him, although he thought so, but he knew that it was impossible, after all, the two had known each other for too short a time, even if there was love at first sight in the world, it would not fall on his head.

The wind gently lifted Su Wan's skirt, blowing her hair, and the waterfall-like green silk danced in the wind, as if she was a fairy coming out of a painting: "Because the husband and wife who created this set of swordsmanship are my father and mother." ”

(I recently met a girl, so this chapter is a feeling.) In addition, the sword demon is as bleak as the previous two books, but it doesn't matter, as a pure sword cultivator, you have to be aware of it before you embark on the way of the sword, and Feng Yu has already done a good job of enlightenment. Those who can see this, whether it is a later reader, or an old reader of Jianzun Jianzong, I hope you can leave a message in the message area at the starting point, and the recommended ticket is free. ）