The moon shakes the rivers and rivers, and the silence in the mountains and forests makes people's hearts more and more calm. Lin Futian sat by the lake and meditated quietly. Luo Mei brandished the bamboo sword under the moon, the sword became more and more agile and elegant, vaguely there is some meaning of the kendo everyone, this kind of "potential" is extremely rare, it is not easy at her age, after all, in the current world, there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to work hard to study the way of the sword, since the formation that can be blessed on the sword body thousands of years ago has been studied, people are concerned about the word "formation", not the way of the sword. Under the concept that the higher the strength of the formation, the stronger the formation, the higher the sword, the more advanced the formation is applied to the sword to fight, this path has become a must for most contemporary swordsmen. In this way, there are fewer and fewer people who are really willing to understand what kendo is, most people like to take shortcuts that can be seen, before this way of imposing a formation on the sword appeared, it was a "good era", everyone studied kendo, and they were willing to work hard, because at that time when they practiced kendo, they could not see shortcuts, and people had no shortcuts to take, so they had to take the road full of thorns.

The current sword user, in Lin Futian's words, is a sword Mengtong who skillfully uses skills. It is indeed a good way to apply a formation on the sword body, but this method is only suitable for combat, if you are a person who really wants to practice kendo, it is better not to take this path, because if you take too many shortcuts, you will ignore the dilemma, resulting in the habit of finding shortcuts. When there is no way out, the one who comes to open the way with the sword is the real one who uses the sword. Lin Futian also used this convenient way when he was on the way to the academy ten years ago, at that time, it was to save his life, he was helpless, and his kendo strength was also very high, but his kendo would show different heights in the eyes of different people.

In fact, a master of the sword path can already be worth the sum of the killing power of thousands of formations without the blessing of the formation. It's just that few people will believe these truths now......

Lin Futian slowly opened his eyes and saw Luo Mei who was immersed in the sword, her sword swinging speed was getting faster and faster, and her movements were becoming more and more coherent and smooth. She moved a few steps to the left for a while, and a few steps to the right for a while, her footwork was strange, and the sword moves were strange, but all this seemed to be so "reasonable", everything was close to the Tao, and it fit the sword momentum. Luo Mei, who danced the sword with his eyes closed, didn't know what he was doing, everything just happened and went on naturally.

The snow was still falling, and there was a lot of snow, but two people heard it.

Lin Futian nodded with satisfaction, he also admired Luo Mei's love for swords, and this love became the cornerstone of her ascent to the top as a driving force. Lin Futian stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and a mysterious magic circle appeared between the palms of his hands, he flipped his palms and put his palms on the ground, the ground "squirmed", and a faint blue halo flashed, and then disappeared. Lin Futian retracted his hand into his sleeve and breathed a sigh of relief, raising a layer of white mist. Lin Futian has been doing it for thousands of years, and there has never been a break, and no one knows exactly what he is doing, except for himself.

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In a simple wooden house, an old man who had finished chopping wood was stuffing wood under the bed, and the burning heat and temperature could help him survive the next short cold days. He took a huge black bear fur from the wall and draped it over his body, looking a somewhat weak old man, who was a little mighty at the moment. It seems that a veteran who has been in the twilight for a long time has put on his armor again, and although his body is old, he has not lost his momentum at all.

The old man dressed in a black bear skin took down a huge black knife from the cabinet next to the bed, the handle of the knife was a little rusty, but the blade was still cold, and the hair was broken. After the old man finished making the fire, he did not lie on the bed to sleep, but took the black knife that was some years old, got up and went out, he was very careful when he went out, and closed the door very quickly, just afraid of the rapid wind and snow, don't blow down the temperature in the house.

He walked slowly, not knowing where to go, but the lights in the room were still on, as if he wanted to get things done and go home?

The wind and snow gradually covered the footprints he had left behind, and the old man walked unhurriedly, and the huge bear skin still did not fit well, and dragged it on the ground. A huge climbing ape suddenly appeared in front of the old man, panting, as if he had been hungry for a long time, looking at the old man's eyes, as if looking at the prey that was about to enter to warm his belly. The old man raised his head, the wind and snow were a little big, and the old man's eyebrows were a little wrinkled, and the old man looked at the climbing ape expressionlessly and frowned. Then the huge climbing ape seemed to have seen something terrible, knelt directly on the ground, and ran away like a desperate escape.

The old man sighed and continued to walk unhurriedly. And the climbing ape that ran away, halfway through, suddenly and mysteriously convulsed and died.

Isn't it because I haven't killed for too long? The old man gently stroked the hilt of the knife with an indifferent expression.

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On the snow-capped mountain, a red-clothed nine-tailed fox is lying on the bed, drinking wine mixed with human blood in a variety of styles, with an endless aftertaste. She closed her eyes and massaged her temples with two fingers, as if sensing something, she suddenly laughed, took a sip of wine, and said to herself: "This old monster has also moved his mind to those two little ones......?

The nine-tailed fox in red sat up, placed his wine glass on the table, smiled, and decided to wait and see.

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Lin Futian and Luo Mei, who had just finished practicing swords, sat next to the fire that had just started a fire, the firelight reflected the faces of the two, as if the fleeting time was caressing their faces. Both of them have gained and both have lost. There are two sides to everything, and the size of the pros and cons actually depends on the parties' own views. Looking at the faces and moods of the two, it seems that they have done a good job in this regard.

"Every day, you haven't laughed for a long time, give Ye a smile?" Luo Mei suddenly joked about Lin Futian and said with a smile. Lin Futian's face suddenly turned as deep as water, and he didn't plan to say it now, so he had to pull the corners of his mouth and "laugh" for the first time, this is probably the first time he echoed Luo Mei's request, because of the alienation of Luo Mei in front, Lin Futian felt that he shouldn't do that, and he felt a little guilty in his heart, but it was okay that he hadn't figured it out before, after figuring it out, Lin Futian had been thinking about how to make up for it, and now the opportunity has come, although his heart is a little complicated, but he still did it.

Luo Mei didn't expect Lin Fu to "laugh" innocently, a little surprised, she patted her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with emotion: "Tiantian, why don't you stop laughing in the future, right? You laugh more ugly than crying, you scared me to death...... Scared the hell out of me. ”

When Lin Futian heard this, he suddenly felt a little desperate, and the previous guilt suddenly disappeared. Lin Futian took out a white dress from the storage ring, then took off the black clothes on his body and changed them into white clothes. Luo Mei covered her eyes with her hands and watched Lin Futian change clothes through the gap between her fingers. In fact, Lin Futian just changed into a white coat, and after looking at Luo Mei who was pretending, Lin Futian said helplessly: "I just changed my coat and didn't take it off, what are you covering your eyes?" Luo Mei smiled and said: "Every day, this lonely man and widow, you are not afraid of your own ...... What, have you been tarnished by me?" Luo Mei said as she danced with her hands, deliberately threatening Lin Futian and making jokes about him, in order to hide her shyness and embarrassment.

Tonight, black clothes change to white clothes, and you are at ease.

Lin Futian looked at Luo Mei, who was already asleep, helped her wrap her clothes tightly, and draped the black coat over her body, especially the injured place, which was covered tightly by Lin Futian. Looking at Luo Mei who was curled up and sleeping on her side, Lin Futian smiled, she slept in Lin Futian's temporary wooden house, and Lin Futian built three "wooden walls" around the fire in front of the wooden house, so that Luo Mei would not catch a cold when she slept at night.

Lin Futian came to the lake and prepared for the vigil. Looking at the big tree under the moonlight, the white moonlight was like an untouchable time, sprinkled on the woods, and then overlapped on a tree, and finally came to a person.

People can dream, but one cannot have two dreams at the same time, and one dream certainly cannot be given to two people at the same time. The peach blossoms on the roadside always flow into water, and some people are dusty in the glory of losing their dreams, and they flee in the wilderness. Some people recall the first dreams of their youth.

Time passed, and in the early morning, the sun shone down and fell on the ground that had snowed yesterday, and the white light shone and was extremely dazzling. Lomé is still asleep, and it seems that her injuries are almost healed. Lin Futian was still sitting by the lake, and took out a set of tea sets from the storage ring, which was antique and very charming. Lin Futian began to make tea for himself, and his technique was skillful, he gently put in the tea leaves, and his movements were beautiful and beautiful.

In the woods in the distance, a strange old man dressed in a black bear skin came out, it was the old man who had seen before chopping wood down the mountain, the old man pulled out the black knife that was some years old, and did not say too much, just wanted to kill.

The corners of Lin Futian's mouth, who was making tea, were slightly raised, and finally came, the moon pot sword beside him had already been unsheathed by half an inch, even in the face of a strong enemy, he took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and then said calmly to this "uninvited guest": "Please." ”

At this moment, Lin Futian changed into a white dress that he hadn't worn for a long time, and his movements were chic and natural.

It's like a person born in the dust of the world.