After two days at sea, I finally saw land again. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

In the past two days, Fang Feiyang and Ning drunk and chatted, feeling that the two sides have similar personalities and have an indescribable sense of tacit understanding.

And after going ashore, the two are likely to part ways temporarily.

"Senior Brother Fang, what are your plans next?" Ning Zui asked with a smile.

"Hey, what else can I plan? Go back to the mountain!" Fang Feiyang estimated that the time was almost up, and after returning to the mountain, there was still a six-summit martial arts waiting for him.

"Hey, counting the time, the day of the Six Summit Martial Arts is almost here, right?" Ning Zui sighed: "It's a pity that I've been out for almost two years, and I'm still stuck on the bottleneck and can't make an inch, this time the Six Summit Martial Arts I don't have the face to go back." ”

After finishing speaking, he thought about it, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Fang, you are quick to think and export into a poem, let's go about to separate, why don't you give me a poem?"

Fang Feiyang knew that Ning Zui was obsessed with poetry, and he didn't want to ruin his interest, so he nodded and said with a smile: "Where is the wine tonight, Yang Liu'an, the wind and the waning moon." ”

It's not that he deliberately flaunted, but two days ago, the pear falling fairy gave him the "waning moon" sword, and when he thought of it, he blurted out this sentence.

Fang Feiyang didn't feel anything yet, but the moment Ning Zui next to him heard this sentence, the whole person was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Fang Feiyang stretched out his hand and pushed Ning Zui.

And the latter suddenly let out a nymphomaniac cry: "It's really too sad!"

"Huh?" Fang Feiyang was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Ning Zui was a fanatical poetry lover: "Actually, this ......"

Before he could say a word, Ning Zui couldn't wait to urge: "Is there anything else?

Seeing that there was a green light in his eyes, as if he was about to pounce on him at any time, Fang Feiyang felt that it was better not to tease him at this time.

"The cicada is poignant,

To the long pavilion late,

The showers stopped.

The tent of the capital is empty,

nostalgia,

Lan Zhou prompted.

Holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes,

I was speechless and choked.

Read to go.

thousands of miles of smoke waves,

The twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Amorous parting since ancient times,

Even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival.

Where do you wake up tonight?

Willow bank. The waning moon.

Over the years,

It should be a good day and a good time.

There are thousands of styles,

And with whom?"

Liu Yong's poem "Yulin Bell" is written in a blend of scenes, lingering and compassionate, poignant and moving. It can be called a famous story for the ages to express farewell.

Compared with the barren level of this world, this poem is a stunning work and a famous piece through the ages, both in terms of artistic conception and technique.

And after Fang Feiyang recited it, he saw that Ning Zui's mouth was wide open, and his eyes lost focus, and he didn't even notice that saliva was flowing down the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, Senior Brother Ning, are you okay?" Fang Feiyang asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, he was shocked to see Ning drunk. A clear whistle came out of his mouth.

His body also began to tremble in a slight amplitude that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and behind him, thousands of soul threads glowing with white light faintly appeared, like thousands of demonic silver snakes, circulating and rotating around his body, and gradually had a tendency to merge.

Who would have thought that because of Fang Feiyang's poem, Ning Zui also found inspiration to break through the bottleneck.

The whole process lasted for a few minutes, and after a few minutes, Ning Zui opened his eyes. Let out a long breath.

At this moment, he is shrouded in a mysterious aura, which makes people feel more impenetrable.

"Senior Brother Fang, I owe you a great favor!" Ning Zui smiled bitterly: "How do you think I should repay you?"

For practitioners. The inspiration to break through the bottleneck is the most ethereal, and he would rather be drunk in the world for two years without any gain, but because of Fang Feiyang's poem, it came naturally.

I can't help but say that this is a coincidence, but it is also a kind of chance.

"Repay something, Senior Brother Ning is too polite!" Fang Feiyang smiled: "But I do have some questions I want to consult you." ”

"You say. ”

"That six-summit martial arts. Senior Brother Ning, have you participated?"

"Nope. Ning Zui shook his head: "The Six Martial Arts Summits are only held once in ten years, and they are generally held as a rehearsal for the World Cultivation Conference, and theoretically each sect disciple can only participate once. ”

"Originally, I had the opportunity to participate in the last Six Summits, but at that time, I was cultivating an exercise and reached a critical moment, so I gave the opportunity to others. ”

"In this way, what is this six-summit martial arts capital compared to?"

"Well, it's mostly old-fashioned. Speaking of this, Ning Zuiqi said: "Why don't you ask Senior Sister Xiao Yunshang about these things......?

"Ahem......" From the cabin behind him, a crisp coughing sound suddenly sounded.

Fang Feiyang and Ning Zui turned around at the same time, only to see Xiao Yunsheng half-leaning on the hatch, looking at this side with a smile.

Seeing that her face was still a little pale, it was obvious that her injuries had not healed yet.

Xiao Yunshang walked slowly in front of Ning Zui and asked, "Senior Brother Ning, what do you say has happened to us?"

There seemed to be a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"I ...... That ...... "I don't know why, Ning Zui is a senior brother, but he seems to be quite afraid of Xiao Yunsheng, and when he hears the words, he accompanies his smiling face, and he doesn't know what to say.

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yunshang stretched out his hand like lightning, pinched Ning Zui's cheeks and pulled them to both sides: "What's that? Don't talk about it!"

"Booth, Vasbus casually shuttled, Vamo had a different meaning. Ning Zui's pinched brows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth were leaking, and he couldn't speak clearly, but he didn't dare to resist, and he still smiled.

"Wa sees that you are doing it, and Ramo is biased, and even uses the light of the Buddha to burn, and the tile thinks it is ......"

"Don't say it! Don't say it! Don't say it!" Xiao Yunsheng blushed, and his hands clenched harder.

"The tile is wrong, the tile doesn't dare, can't the tile shut up?"

Fang Feiyang next to him really couldn't stand it anymore, and persuaded in a low voice: "Senior Sister Xiao, don't pinch it, Senior Brother Ning is our senior brother after all!"

Before the words fell, Xiao Yunshang let go of Ning Zui, reached out and pinched Fang Feiyang's cheeks like lightning, and pinched it vigorously: "Stinky boy, the wings are hard, right?

"It hurts...... Hurt...... It hurts...... "Xiao Yunsheng's hand strength is really big, and Fang Feiyang's tears are about to fall."

"Say, are your wings stiff? Do you dare to disobey me?"

"Mu has Mu You, Sister Si, you are a little warm!"

"Okay, you dare to think I'm not gentle enough!" Xiao Yunsheng raised his eyebrows and squeezed hard: "Why didn't you say this before." ”

"In the past, Sister Si, you pretended to be a male sunspot. ”

"I'll pinch you to death!"

"It hurts, ......" (To be continued.) )