"Qingshan Sect, Lin Hong. Lin Hong clenched his fists.

"Baji Gate, Yang Chen. Yang Chen also hugged his fists and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the fact that you and I are not from the same sect, I would like to be friends with you." ”

"Even if you don't have a friend, you can do it. Lin Hong smiled lightly, waved his big hand, and said to the many weak disciples: "This matter is a wrongful act created by your family master, and it has nothing to do with you, the family master is dead, and I will not pursue this matter anymore." ”

As the words fell, the footsteps of the people walking out stopped one after another, turned to the rear, and thanked Lin Hong with gratitude.

"Tell Wen Haiyi that if he gives up his cooperation with the Eight Pole Sect, I am still willing to hand over the cause of the Qingshan Sect to him. ”

When everyone in the Wen family heard this, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Hong.

Being lucky not to die and continuing to take over the business of the Qingshan Sect, none of them expected this result.

Although the family fell into decadence in this matter, but with the support of the Qingshan Sect, it will not take long for Qingshan to rise again.

Lin Hong said goodbye, took his eyes off these people, looked at Yang Chen and said, "Since we are friends, it is better to say that you and I have a drink?"

"Why not?" Yang Chen nodded and said with a smile.

"Someone, get the wine!"

Lin Hong waved his arms, and suddenly behind him, a child of the Wen family got up and walked to the two of them, took the two of them to a small room in the inner courtyard, and served the wine.

The two of them staggered, talked very happily, and for a while, there was no gap between the sects, regardless of each other, but they wanted to see each other.

During the conversation, Lin Hong also understood why Yang Chen's views on life were so profound.

This matter is related to the exercises practiced by the Eight Poles. This exercise is to let the disciples themselves perceive the artistic conception of life and death, so as to improve the intensity of their own divine thoughts. Everyone's perception of life and death is different, and the benefits gained from it are also different.

Although Lin Hong didn't know how strong Yang Chen's divine thoughts were, based on his comprehension of life, he probably guessed that the strength of this person's divine thoughts was definitely not low.

The two drank this time, only talking about private matters, but they kept silent about official affairs.

"Brother Lin, see you next time, I'm afraid that you and I will become opposing enemies, if that time, I will never show mercy!"

Yang Chen's face was a little drunk, he arched his hand towards Lin Hong and stood up from the wine table.

"Lin, naturally I will do my best!" Lin Hong laughed, stood up from the wine table, and said with a smile: "Yaxing today, why don't you give you a sword dance, little brother, okay?"

"Since Brother Lin has this Yaxing, I will attach a song to give it away, so that he will not say that life and death will meet each other, and Yin and Yang will be separated forever!"

Yang Chen said, took out a horizontal flute from the storage ring, put it to his mouth, and immediately a soft voice floated out of it.

Lin Hong smiled and walked out of the room in one step, the spirit snake sword in his hand was extremely bright under the moonlight, like a silver long snake, wandering quickly in the dark night.

The sound of the flute pierced the night sky and continued to linger in the sky above the Wen family compound, turning this Wen family compound, which was still a bloody killing, into a quiet and elegant place.

Although the thunder was still rolling, it had no effect on the spread of the flute, and the sound of the flute entered the hearts of everyone in the Wen family's compound, and suddenly a piece of peace was born, so that these tired people slowly closed their eyes, completely immersed their bodies and minds in the flute, and listened to the slow speech of the flute.

The sound of the flute was as smooth as flowing water, occasionally undulating, as if the flowing water had met a stone in the middle of the river, and occasionally turned, as if the flowing water had come to a bend in the river.

However, this flute sound, to Lin Hong's ears, is a different artistic conception.

At this time, there was still thunder in the sky, this thunder was very low, but every sound made Lin Hong's heart tremble. The amplitude of this tremor is very low, but it is real.

It was as if something was slowly calling him, and the voice was the secret language of the summoning, and only he could understand it.

Under the influence of thunder, Yang Chen's flute also became a different artistic conception in this thunder.

"Bubbling ......"

The sound of flowing water entered Lin Hong's ears and instantly turned into a winding stream. The stream was not wide, but the spring was so rich that it almost flooded the banks of the stream and poured out into the world.

The sky was not clear, but it was drizzling.

The raindrops fell from the sky and fell into the stream, and immediately there was a sound like a silver bell, which stirred up a circle of ripples in the stream, making the stream more vigorous in the continuous flow forward.

Lin Hong looked up at the sky, and saw that the rain was like a series of crystal thin lines falling, and this crystal thin line was woven into a huge net, netting everything between heaven and earth.

However, the stream was not in the midst of all this, and it passed through the great net without the slightest hindrance, but on the contrary, it had a little more water of its own.

Lin Hong's heart, in this piece of heaven and earth, has a trace of enlightenment.

It's just that there is only a trace of this enlightenment, and it is still far from realizing it and turning it into another move of the Falling Rain Sword Technique.

"Brother Yang's flute is so wonderful, I can't fall behind!"

Lin Hong's mind moved out of the picture transformed by the sound of the flute, and the spirit snake sword in his hand slashed through the timbre and light, like a big pen, writing a pen on this black night.

Dancing the sword, Lin Hong naturally won't, but with this wine, this sword is not ugly.

The silver sword is like raindrops falling from the sky, this falling rain swordsmanship follows the meaning of falling rain, and the trajectory of the sword is like the raindrops falling from the sky, although it is chaotic, but it implies a unique law and law.

The silver sword light seemed to be writing words one by one on the canopy, this text, Yang Chen couldn't understand it, but Lin Hong understood it in his heart.

A night of light thunder,

The glow is uneven.

The affectionate peony contains spring tears,

Weak rose lying on the branch.

This poem is one of Lin Hong's favorite poems in his previous life, describing the colorful rain, among them, it is the charm of the flowers and plants in the spring garden after the rain, and the writing is incisive.

"Good poetry!"

Lin Hong pierced the darkness with a sword, and the silver light at that point drew the last stroke of the word 'branch', with a laugh, his left hand waved towards the door, and immediately took the wine jug in his hand, raised his head, and drank it again!

"Haha, happy, happy!"

Lin Hong threw the wine jug aside, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and listened to the rolling thunder, and a sense of heroism suddenly rose in his heart.

"Why didn't Brother Yang play some heroic tunes, saying goodbye today, he said, I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet again!"

Lin Hong's long sword pointed at him, and the figure suddenly jumped away, and the long sword danced again.

In his heart, there was a trace of melancholy, and this trace of melancholy came from Yang Chen, and even more, from himself.

In this otherworldly land, if all memories are erased, it is fine, but the memories are still there, who can not miss those in their previous lives?

Although Yang Chen's song is good, it reminds Lin Hong of some things in his heart that he doesn't want to remember, although this thing is beautiful, but it is still buried in the deepest part of his heart, which is the right way!

"How not?!"

Yang Chen laughed, and suddenly the flute sound changed, and the flute sound, which was like a clear spring rushing, became high-pitched and powerful, and the rhythm became even more passionate and powerful, full of a trace of masculine power.

This voice suddenly turned into a powerful shock with the thunder sound and hit Lin Hong's heart, and a trace of amazement in his heart was directly crushed in this sound, turned into dust, and disappeared.

Lin Hong's heart had been completely emptied at this time, and he no longer thought about anything, but wholeheartedly immersed his mind in the slightest understanding of the falling rain swordsmanship.

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