The soft sun has moved westward, and the heat has gradually become cold.

The cold wind was blowing, and a straw floated onto the cheek of the delicate daughter-in-law, and suddenly floated away again.

She was vaguely snorting melon seeds, snorting a melon seed, and her delicate neck twisted and spit out the skin of the melon seeds.

The delicate and tender neck, no matter what kind of man looks at it, his heart will be easy to itch.

The poisonous concubine didn't even look at her.

Concubine Leng didn't look at her either.

They walked into a long alley, and at the end of the alley was the river.

On the shore stands a weeping willow and a few bluestones.

The willow branches are swaying, and the waves are rippling in the water.

Each willow branch has no residual leaves, and it looks extremely haggard and vicissitudes, clumsy and ugly.

There is a huge ship sailing on the river, and there are several figures under the willow trees.

Yang Qing's eyes had already looked at the figure under the willow tree in the distance, and exclaimed, "Sword Flower Spring Festival." ”

The spring night smiled flutteringly, and the hand was waving.

He was obviously also very excited, seeing that Wusheng and Yang Qing had already greeted him.

Wusheng sighed deeply.

He sighed not to see the Spring Festival, but to part, to say goodbye completely.

Isn't it time to part?

The parting was sad and even more sour, and Liu Ecstasy struggled to control herself, and the tears were still gone.

What should I say when parting?

Yang Qing was silent, and hugged Liu Ecstasy tightly, as if she was unwilling to let go.

Chunxiao approached Wusheng, staring at Wusheng's body, staring at the gun. "You haven't changed, you haven't changed at all."

Silent without life.

Empty eyes staring and poking into the distance, what is in the far distance?

The white clouds are already lingering.

The chill on the earth gradually faded, and spring gradually appeared.

Chunxiao stared at his sword with a smile, and smiled bitterly, "I can't think of ......." ”

Turning around like a lifeless stone statue, he faced the Spring Festival, "Thinking that we still have a chance to meet?" ”

"Yes, it's unbelievable that you're still alive." The smile on his cheek was sincere and kind.

"I am alive, and so are you."

Chunxiao nodded.

"You're still the Sword King?"

Chunxiao nodded.

"Your sword can vaguely kill?"

Chunxiao nodded.

"I'll duel you."

Chunxiao's face was expressionless, without a trace of surprise or fear.

The sword is unsheathed.

The sword light is fluttering, and the person is fluttering.

Floating like a light smoke, it was already swaying and fluttering in the sword light.

His heart, his soul, has been satisfied at this time, and this kind of stimulation and pleasure is not something that everyone can understand, let alone enjoy.

Chunxiao suddenly jumped and had reached the river, and the sword light was still flashing.

Drifted away like a light smoke.

Everyone suddenly stood on the shore, staring at them desperately, dueling.

But no one is nervous or afraid, why is this? Why are they not afraid?

Are they not afraid that Wusheng will kill the Sword King? Yang Qing is not afraid that the Sword King will kill Wusheng?

Yang Qing stared at and poked at them, and suddenly felt a little sour in her heart.

The sword light is sensible, and every sword floats by, it is a fatal blow, almost all.

Every nerve in the body can be completely dull pain, but there is an incomprehensible and unbelievable stimulation and pleasure in the eyes.

The river gradually rises and falls violently, and the huge ship not far away gently sways.

"Good swordsmanship?"

"Why didn't you shoot?"

Silence may be better speech.

......。

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Yang Qing slowly sat on the bluestone, staring at Wusheng.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, like a stone statue standing under the willow tree, the willow branches swaying gently, his hand touching the willow branches.

A few willow branches were already writhing delicately in his hands, indescribably delicate, kind, amorous, and ecstatic.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was already enjoying the pleasure and excitement brought to him by the willow branches.

People have long since left, and Rouyang has no softness.

The cold wind has gradually risen, and a chill has risen on the earth.

The night is coming, and the residual leaves will not disappear.

Yang Qing stared at the flush of hope fading away, and sighed deeply.

He approached Wusheng, approached Wusheng, and pressed his body tightly, "I ......." ”

The willow branches were still swaying, her hands retracted, caressing her body, but her eyes were staring and poking at the river.

The shadow of the lonely sail has disappeared, and the ecstasy willow is still there.

Yang Qing stared at his eyes, as if she wanted to find something out of his eyes, but there was no trace of it.

"You didn't shoot the Sword King?"

Silent without life.

"I know you're not going to kill him."

Silent without life.

"You've got a heart-to-heart for each other, haven't you?"

Silent without life.

He turned around like a stone statue and walked towards the alley, into the alley.

The long alley was darkened and obscure, with no one and no voice.

It's night.

Yang Qing pulled the cloak and jumped and screamed, when a person is happy, he wants to do something joyful no matter what, to cooperate.

It's like being lonely and always likes to find wine to match.

The bell jingled and rang non-stop.

Isn't this the voice that amorous women love?

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, standing at the end of the alley, and at the end of the alley was the street.

Yang Qing suddenly hugged him, "Where are you going?" ”

Silent without life.

Because he didn't know where to go, a figure appeared not far away.

A shabby green cloth shirt with a long, protruding head.

Yang Qing was startled and hurriedly hid behind Wusheng.

This man had seen him once, at the door of the Happy Casino.

The new love was expressionless, staring at the lifeless body, "The gun god is lifeless." ”

Wusheng nodded.

"We have a meeting."

Silent without life.

"Don't come unharmed."

Silent without life.

Xinhuan stared at Wusheng, looked at it, and then said, "Prepare for a drink, and wait for God." ”

Silent without life.

The new love didn't say anything, turned around and faced ahead, and there was already a figure fluttering in the cold wind.

A few plates of delicate side dishes, a red jar for women, and three in a cup.

Xinhuan poured the wine to the full, facing Wusheng, "Do it first for respect." ”

I didn't even look at it.

He didn't drink it, and neither did Yang Qing.

Xinhuan touched his head and stared at Wusheng, "The long street is lonely, there must be a killing machine, isn't the gun god afraid?" ”

Silent without life.

He was too lazy to be afraid, he suddenly turned around and walked into the long street.

Yang Qing looked at her new love and trembled excitedly.

She only wished she hadn't seen this man at night, this man was terrible.

The long street is lonely, and the cold wind is blowing.

What is the end of the long street? Is it the ancient road? Is it a mountain road? Or Lin Lu?

Yang Qing suddenly wanted to walk out of this long street, unwilling to stay here.

"Liu is gone, don't you miss her a little?"

Silent without life.

"Is there something in this woman that no one else has?"

Silent without life.

"You could have gone with them, so why didn't you go?"

Silent and deeply sighed.

Yang Qing jumped and shook the bell, laughing happily, "Isn't it time for us to get out of here?" ”

"Yes."

Yang Qing's smile was even stronger, because Wusheng had spoken to her.

"Leaving now?"

"Yes, let's go now."

"Where are we going?"

Speechless, staring, poking ahead.

"Are there still a lot of killers here?"

Speechless, he suddenly hugged Yang Qing and floated not far away like a light smoke.

A man, with a sword, stood proudly in front.

The sword was unsheathed, and his eyes stared at Wusheng in a daze, "The spear god is lifeless?" ”

Wusheng nodded.

"Someone asked you to duel."

"When, where, who?"

"At this time, the lion forest ahead?"

Wusheng nodded.

Suddenly, the man blew a whistle, and his voice was loud and sharp.

A group of fast horses galloped in the cold wind, and suddenly stopped beside the man, who stroked the horse's back and shrank back.

There was blood on his hands.

Blood Horse.

Yang Qing exclaimed, "Sweaty BMW? ”

This person handed the reins to Yang Qing, "I will not send it far away, there will be a period later." ”

At the sound of the words, the man suddenly disappeared, disappearing like a ghost.

Yang Qing looked at the horse, as if she couldn't believe that someone would send the horse, especially now.

"Who is looking for you to duel?"

Silent without life.

"Aren't you afraid that a ghost will find you to duel?"

Silent without life.

"Maybe it's going to be a bunch of ghosts."

Silent without life.

Sure enough, it was a good horse, and the horse was neighing and excited, and it was inexhaustible for a long time.

Running on the long street, it seems to be a high-level play, swaying the soul and the stage, unspeakably professional and forgetful.

Yang Qing exclaimed happily, "I'm obedient, this is really a good horse." ”

She could see the scenery on both sides moving backwards, fast and beautiful, exciting and cheerful.

Wusheng did not whip and ran so fast.

There are not many such horses in the rivers and lakes, perhaps no more than seven.

When she walked through the restaurant, she could vaguely see that there were many people inside, as if they were busy with something.

After crossing the long street, you will arrive at the forest road, and the forest road is past several mountain roads.

The horse suddenly stopped at the foot of the hill and stood motionless, without a breath or a neigh.

This horse is really mighty.

Yang Qing suddenly dismounted and took a deep breath, she only felt comfortable and happy.

Maybe it's been too long to stay there, too tired, to feel this way.

There was already a fire not far away.

Under a lamp, a man, a sword.

The man was drinking wine, admiring a painting, looking at it very seriously, as if he had been absorbed and as if he had been sluggish, and he did not even know that he had passed.

The lifeless stone statue stood not far from him.

Empty eyes stared at and poked at this man.

The fire was already wafting with the smell of game, and there was a daughter red on the side.

Yang Qing was already drooling, and she was really excited.

This man didn't look at Wusheng, but he already knew that Wusheng was coming, "The spear god is lifeless." ”

His voice was loud, short, and direct.

Wusheng nodded.

"I'm a pony."

Wusheng nodded.

"I'll duel you."

Nothing is silent, already waiting.

"Before the duel, ask the spear god to admire a painting."

Wusheng doesn't understand.

"It's not your average painting."

The lifeless stone statue turned around, staring and poking at the painting.

This painting is indeed not an ordinary painting.

Yang Qing was already stupid, and the woman in the painting was flying like a fairy.

The night was hazy, the fire was swaying, the cold wind was blowing, and the painting was already gently swaying.

The fairy above seems to have writhed her body, writhing youth and passion, joy and joy.

Pony smiled, "How's this painting?" ”

"Draw the Holy Imperial Breeze?"

The pony laughs even more merrily. "You're really knowledgeable."