The sword spirit is pure sword spirit. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The heart of the piano is not a pure heart.

Because Qin Cang was a swordsman from the beginning of his life, not a violinist.

Compared with the Qin Jue Su Yuqin, his heart has less of the original intention of the qin and more of the evolution of the sword.

From the heart of the sword to the heart of the piano, the complexity of the transformation is difficult to say.

When others listen to the sound and rhyme of his piano, it is often difficult to know everything.

Because his piano contains too many things, both the loneliness of the swordsman's end of the world, and the crazy desire to fall into the devil.

People who do not have a trace of common intersection with his experience cannot understand his piano, and those who have an intersection but still have a large deviation in mainstream consciousness cannot finish listening to his piano.

An Shizheng combines the common characteristics of these two types of people.

He didn't understand Qin Cang's piano, and he didn't have the patience to listen to it.

This sound of the piano, this sword aura, really made him feel too much danger.

He had already learned Qin Cang's fast sword before, and if it weren't for his extremely high compatibility with Liu Shaotou, he would have been a dead man with his head and body separated by now.

Death is not terrible for him.

But what is terrible is to die in obscurity.

He would rather die in a struggle for power with a demonic powerhouse like Liu Chengfeng, the master of the Heavenly Demon Gate, than be used as a stepping stone by a junior who has only gained fame in recent years!

It's just that since the moment he fell into the mist illusion realm of Chu Zhongkuo and was secretly planted by Qin Cang with the fire poison of the Shennong clan, he had to face many things even if he didn't want to.

Willow tip, gun pick a willow.

The green willows in the courtyard are all spring, and the bright moon in the sky tells the night.

Canglan sword, sword out of the sky.

Green plums bloom everywhere, and monstrous yellow sand rolls in.

Qin Cangqin's sword is combined, with the green plum as the meaning, the qi in the body is pouring out, like a big river rushing back to eight hundred miles, and then in the dragon court to form the other side of the road flower, the road flower branches and leaves, into the fruit of the Tao, is also a green plum, just like the gods and demons in the evening snow town, he drank the Yan Emperor Jiang Yu from Yichuan brought Shennong's rare wine, green plum meaning!

The garden is full of willow tops, and suddenly there is a green plum meaning.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

Winter is gone, spring is still there.

Qin Cangxin planted Dao fruits, swords and green plums, cut through the spring color of the garden, cut off a section of willow branches and willow from it, and suddenly stepped on the strong wind, actually holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the three-foot Qingfeng was held high in the air, wanting to cut through the bright moon that was like a heavenly umbrella canopy.

"Everything in the dream is very beautiful, and beautiful things do hide dangers, but at the same time, they are much more fragile than the unbearable reality!

Among the green plums, the green blade protruded, Qin Cang stabbed out with a sword volley, and was about to smash the bright moon to pieces, holding the willow tip in his hand, the spear edge rubbed against the ground to form bursts of sparks, but An Shizheng, who was advancing from the ground, suddenly shouted: "That's not necessarily!"

After speaking, he saw that his feet suddenly stepped into the air, and immediately jumped up several feet high, and once again used the word entanglement trick, wrapping the bright moon around the head of the spear, and listening to the willow branches and willow branches that were cut off by the sword qi to be reborn, and they were entangled like a storm, creating a hovering place in the void for An Shizheng, who could not lift half of his cultivation by the fire poison in his body.

"You broke the wind and broke the snow moon, how about trying this full moon?"

If the millstone turns, no matter the green willows and green plums, the cold spring weather, at this moment, it seems to be suppressed by a dark force that exists in the imperceptible, and all the bright colors in the heaven and earth have also dissipated, dominated by gray tones.

When everything returned to normal, the bright moon on An Shizheng's gun had turned into a full moon, full of nothing, it was still rotating like a canopy of heavenly umbrellas, but the speed was faster, and the coverage was also larger.

But in this case, if Qin Cang no longer finds any workarounds, then this round of full moon outlined by Liu Shaotou will become the absolute master of this battle.

At the moment when the sword qi qin rhyme was reduced layer by layer, the qi in the whole body was constantly suppressed, and the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, Qin Cang suddenly understood An Shizheng's true means and the true meaning of Liu Shaotou.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

Why does the moon rise above the willow treetops?

Why did he and her meet after dusk?

At that time, there was no bright moon to be seen.

Only the afterglow of the setting sun.

What special time of year breaks this rule, when the signs of the rising moon can be seen at dusk.

Only when the moon is full.

Only then, when the moon rises and sets, it will appear at dusk and disappear into the early morning.

From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many people have sent lovesickness to the bright moon.

On the first full moon night of the year, under the full moon in its fullest state, a man and a woman hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, and tell whispers that cannot be mentioned on a daily basis.

The so-called not envious mandarin ducks and not envy immortals, that's probably it.

But how could An Shizheng, who was intoxicated with the devil's path and yearned for a higher status and greater strength, understand such an artistic conception?

How could it be so poeticly named for a spear that kills people and drinks blood?

Could it be that before he became a demon monk, an apprentice of Uncle Zhong, and the third master of the Rakshasa Demon Gate, he also had a love story that others could not envy?

But if this is the case, why is there still a trace of artistic inadequacy in the full moon he created?

Does the mutilation of the moon mean the mutilation of people and the mutilation of love?

These problems are as secret and unknown as the entanglement between Gu Qingyun and Qin Tianqi.

They are easy to inspire, thought-provoking, emotional, and more likely to ask questions.

But Qin Cang didn't have the slightest idea of asking questions.

Because of this situation, it really looks like a portrayal of him and her.

He met her in the snow and under the moon.

The time coincides with the Lantern Festival.

At that time, he didn't know that she was the young master of the Zhonglu Snow Palace, and he only remembered the name she reported, Yin Qingxue.

The cold snow actually stings when you hold it in the palm of your hand.

But he didn't feel pain at that time, only that the black room that locked his soul had finally found a key.

He began to approach her, and she began to understand him.

Everything is quiet and beautiful.

To the southeast of the valley is a large willow tree, and the willow branches are covered with countless notes connected by red threads.

There were words on the paper, all written by him and her.

The moon was on the willow top, and he told her about dusk, when he told her this poem.

She felt that this poem was a swan song for the ages, so she also wrote it on a piece of paper and hung it on the willow tree.

But he didn't finish the whole poem at that time.

On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

That's just the first half of what he said then.

For many reasons, he remained unspeakable for the second half of the story, until she stabbed the dagger at him.

Because it hurts more than turning against each other and swords against each other.

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On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

Qin Cang thought silently.

There were tears in his eyes.

He still endured it, did not shed, but with a sword in one hand, he slashed straight towards the full moon!

And she couldn't see it.

What I saw was An Shizheng, who was the enemy of Qin Cang.

An Shizheng was surprised now, more than ever.

He couldn't imagine that a self-proclaimed cultivator, Qin Yijian, who was temporarily unable to use his spiritual power, would be able to unleash a terrifying speed that seemed like a demon and a non-human in a row.

This speed is not only a description of the body, but also the speed of the sword.

Previously, he had almost been blocked by Qin Cang's fast sword, and he was still jealous of his fast sword.

He originally thought that the full moon he had constructed with the willow head was enough to suppress Qin Cang's speed and even everything, but when he saw that Qin Cang, who had lost the vast green plum meaning, could still maintain the sword spirit of the Qin Heart and slash the green blade in his hand to the full moon with the speed of a ghost god, he suddenly realized that this man was even more difficult and strong than he wanted.

Still...... It doesn't seem that strong either.

He vaguely saw a hazy tearful shadow in Qin Cang's deep eyes.

Tear?

Hehe, the dignified qin demon will also shed tears?

The character who can poke the tears of Qin Demon Qin Yijian must also be a rare strange person.

It should be a woman, and it should be a woman who is extremely beautiful, because the more beautiful things are, the more dreamy they are, the more dreamy things are, the more beautiful they are, the deeper they hurt.

Unexpectedly, the opponent who was about to distinguish between victory and defeat and even life and death turned out to be the same fallen person who had also been trapped by love.

This world is really wonderful!

An Shi was turning from shock to laughter, and his mind changed from shaking to calm.

He couldn't understand his harp.

But he seemed to understand his feelings.

This qin demon is really a love demon.

A sentient person must have a fatal weakness.

Although he An Shizheng has a cold-blooded side, he has not completely cut off the root of his love after all, so strictly speaking, he is also a lover and has a fatal weakness.

The current situation depends on who finds their weaknesses first and gives each other a fatal blow.

Click!

A touch of green front from the bottom up, drawing a continuous crack in the center of the full moon, like a Taiji line that divides yin and yang, to turn the full moon into a missing moon.

But at this moment, An Shizheng threw a shot suddenly, and the willow tip head broke through the air, and after countless wicker entanglements, the speed was not the slightest, but it was better than before, and the power was also superimposed layer by layer, firmly locking the figure of Qin Cang, who was breaking through the full moon.

Seeing this scene, Qin Cang's left hand was put down from the hilt of the sword, and the sword was thrown high in his right hand, after dividing the full moon into two, he came with the help of air waves, and then he stood on the flat ground, holding the sword with his left hand, and the sword blade was handed from behind, forming an inverted back sword style, at the same time, the Dao fruit in his body was re-knotted, and the dragon court opened a green plum, baptized by Shennong's blood, and the plum blossom turned from green to red.

But seeing that the heavy sword qi under Qin Cang's feet converged into the shape of a plum blossom, the color was no longer green, but red as blood.

Strange and flamboyant.

You've got willow heads.

I have a sense of childhood.

When the green plum turns to the red plum, you should be taught to splash three feet of blood!

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