Two watch days.

After Xiao Lingmeng arranged for Gong Yongrui to sleep in the west wing, he held a lantern alone, climbed to the second floor of the painting pavilion with light steps, and slipped in through the small door of the dark room.

There was still no light in the studio, it was pitch black, and the red light of the lantern was not enough to fill the entire space.

Although the room is small, it is divided into two pieces by a screen. Xiao Lingmeng took a few steps forward, and when he approached the screen, he heard the sound of rushing water from inside.

Xiao Lingmeng stood by the screen for a while, raised his voice and said, "Gong Han, didn't you eat at night, right?" I brought you some refreshments. ”

"Well, put it on your desk." Jiang Chen's voice came from behind the screen.

Xiao Lingmeng raised the lantern slightly, looking at the picture of the ladies he had drawn by himself on the screen, and at this time, among the ladies, there was another black silhouette, lifting the bucket and pouring it on his head.

"Wow-"

Water droplets splashed on all sides.

And so on three times.

I had silver hair like snow, from my shoulders to my waist, and my whole body was full of swords, standing straight in the middle of the road, with no trace of rickets, staring at Ling Xiao's face with an expression.

"You know the owner of the Xiang'an pawnshop on Donghuang Street, and you go to me to get a job."

Pan Yan's body straightened, and there was no humiliation in her eyes.

Ling Xiao raised his hand to take the sword, horizontal behind him, pondered for a moment, and the tip of the sword moved down.

Gong Yong's seven words were to say, he casually pulled out a cold and bright sword from his back and threw it to Ling Xiao.

There was only one trick.

In the morning breeze, Ling Xiao half-narrowed his eyes, facing the wind and snow on his face, looking behind.

And Xiao Lingmeng could also feel that the man inside was obviously hesitant to come out directly after noticing him.

"Junior bad knife technique!" Pan Yan sighed, "The younger generation is breathtaking! ”

Ling Xiao stood for a while and said, "Old junior, he has been in that posture, and he is also moving, do you think he is still in the middle?" ”

This son is so old, but this trick he uses has lost his momentum in the sky!

"That's the end of it?" Xiao Ling dreamed of coming back to his senses.

"What does he mean?"

"Boom-"

"That old junior, blocking the road early in the morning, didn't have any advice?"

As if forced by the sword qi, several snowflakes fell on the top of the old man's head, and they were pulled by the tangible hurricane, and flew away in a fixed and vertical manner.

Or a little less, a trick?

Every step out of the way made the old generation of Gong Yong, who was behind me, give birth to the illusion that the ground was shaking.

Ling Xiao looked at Gong Yong with a smile.

For decades, a small number of my peers who are far below me have been like meteors, and they disappeared without a trace before a while, but I am not the dew of the mountain, and I still stubbornly occupy a place under the rivers and lakes.

Before you figured it out, you persecuted Ling Xiao again, so you only sighed: "Sure, it's bad if he can take me as an apprentice......" When Ling Xiao finished eating, you packed up the bad food box and said goodbye and left.

Gong Yong's face changed slightly.

"How can you mislead people's children? Even if he only taught me a few basic martial arts, it would be worse than being taught. ”

The momentum of the latter two people is under the head of Xu Jiao, who I once thought was the seventh in the sky!

Investigate the reason, there is only one, this is not that although I am murderous, I have never been willing to fight with life and death.

"You don't have to worry about what's wrong, is what you said count?" It's rare that there is no such bad opportunity, Xiao Lingmeng wants to get back all the losses he suffered in those days.

Pan Yanli counted one, seven on the right and seven on the left, this person had four swords on his back, plus one held by his subordinates, a total of ten.

Senior Ling said seven words, bowed slightly, showed a humble smile, and let him go to the side of the street.

Xiao Lingmeng looked at me gobbling up and asked with a smile, "How does it taste?" ”

The old man's blue pupils rippled with a more powerful killing intent, and he took a step back, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, 'Chaos Sword', Pan Yan." ”

Ling Xiao turned his back to you to change his bad clothes, sat down at the desk, and said while opening the food box: "Big girl, do you feel rude to leave other people's rooms just to say hello?" ”

The white horse ran under the snow with its hooves, rolling over two ruts. Ling Xiao sat outside the carriage, opened half of the window, and watched the snow floc of thousands of jade buds between heaven and earth, wandering and dancing in the morning breeze.

The old man let out a hoarse laugh in his throat.

"It was Yongrui who did it. That's my apprenticeship. ”

Pan Yan walked up from the carriage and landed heavily under the snow beside Pan Yanli. When I stepped behind Xiao Lingmeng, the momentum of the wind that made Xiao Lingmeng's breathing difficult, suddenly pulled in, and disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed.

I said, and made a move.

Jiang Chen put down the wooden bucket, although there were no drops of water on his body, he still habitually picked up a towel and wiped it, and then turned around.

Ling Xiao slammed hard, and the long sword in his hand flew backwards towards Gong Yong.

Just when Gong Yong stabilized his mood, Pan Yan made a move.

The sword qi in the air suddenly converged.

There is a postlude that does not end the differentiation, the cold light flashes, and the seventy-four swords are also hit.

Of course, Xiao Lingmeng can understand my concerns, because you haven't seen the clothes that were casually thrown under the chair inside.

Xiao Lingmeng was taken aback, and quickly covered his eyes with his palm. Before you heard Ling Xiao walking past you, you quietly turned your head again, and a pair of dark eyes looked at Pan Yan's back through your fingers.

Gong Yong's eyes narrowed, but his pupils constricted.

It seemed that there were no tens of thousands of crystalline snow flowers that suddenly appeared behind him, and the front flashed into the air.

Pan Yanli smiled slightly on the corner of her mouth.

As I lifted the blade of the sword, a tangible momentum emanated from beneath me and spread out towards the seven weeks.

But my expression hasn't changed in any way.

If you are in a state of being armed, you are using supernatural powers, fighting purely with martial arts, and you want to advance with your whole body, there are only eight words: difficult, difficult, difficult!

As soon as she had to say anything, Pan Yanli knew that it must be a peerless low-hand, because this terrifying and terrifying momentum was like a terrifying wave, slapping on the head one after another.

But Ling Xiao was only firm for a moment, then wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out in small steps.

The two horses in the middle also seemed to feel the solemn breath of the coming storm, and they kicked their hind hooves and neighed loudly.

"Ka!"

Ling Xiao heard that Xiao Lingmeng's breathing had become a little easier, so he took two steps back.

Jiang Chenrui turned his head and smiled: "Sister Xiao, you know that he has bad intentions, but you are a dignified woman, you can always rely on others to support you!" ”

Ling Xiao's face stiffened, he stopped chewing in his mouth, snapped on the ground, and pressed the dishes and chopsticks under the desk.

"Okay, did he do it? You can see it's out. ”

"The breath alone can cause the snowflakes to change their direction and direction, so it seems that they are not lowering their hands......

You let out a long breath, and when you raised your head again, there was a flower behind your eyes, and behind you was an old man in a cloak who was missing nearby, holding a cold sword in his hand, pointing diagonally to the ground, and stopped in the middle of the road in a small manner.

The next day, snowflakes fall from the sky, and it is the time of awakening for hibernation. Jiang Chenrui got up early in the morning and bid farewell to Pan Yanli.

Pan Yan's figure is not stout, and there are no bulging muscle masses, but from bottom to top, there are no well-proportioned and graceful lines like a leopard, and even a man like Pan Yanli can see that every inch of skin under this body contains the explosive power of destroying mountains and rocks.

At that moment, a sudden change in the rear arose, and Pan Yanli, who was driving, let out an exclamation, and the two white horses followed with their heads raised and neighed, and their hind hooves kicked low.

Each of these sword lights has a trick that does not exist between reality and fiction, and every sword is implemented to attack the flaws in his "Chaos Sword Technique".

"He was wrong! With my roots, my future achievements will definitely be limited to 'a few rough martial arts'. I am a piece of jade, and I only lack a famous teacher to polish it. No Tao is a late bloomer, Xiaoyin Xisheng, if anyone doesn't have those discerning eyes to be my master, this is really a blessing to cultivate in the next life! It's a pity that since you have this opportunity, you just want to take advantage of others and let me call Master for a few days in vain. ”

I forgot to take my clothes back, and now it's a bad idea, right?

Pan Yan smiled, picked up the dishes and chopsticks, and ate slowly.

In the carriage, Jiang Chenrui's face turned red, and his heart pounded wildly.

Xiao Lingmeng said: "When you retreated, you still knew that he had come back." ”

For me, the so-called clear sword heart at the lowest level is to defeat the enemy and live to the forefront.

Ling Xiao smiled: "Junior, he has so little sword under him, can he lend you one?" ”

Jiang Chenrui took a deep breath, and there was a faint agitation in his heart.

Originally, as long as the speed of the sword was slow enough and the flaws were fleeting, it could not be captured. However, the other party picked a full seventy-four in one go, unless the old junior Ling could be like Shen Lingfeng's sword eight hundred and eighty-seven styles, it would be impossible to cover up the past.

Gong Yong pressed his sword and pointed at the ground, looking at Ling Xiao, which clearly meant: It's his turn!

Xiao Lingmeng thought about it blankly and shook his head.

The carriage moved again, and under the eyes of Gong Yong's old juniors, it rumbled away.

If you don't have a blade in your hand, it's possible to try to take the opponent's Chaos Sword like this.

"Are you done?"

It's also a fleeting move.

Seventy-four swords, the speed of the attack is not very slow, and the direction of each sword qi in it is hidden from my eyes. It is precisely because of this that I feel a slight sweat in my palms.

Jiang Chenrui did not agree. Xiao Lingmeng said to the housekeeper, moved out the family carriage that had been used for a long time, personally served as the coachman, and drove out of the house with two snow-white horses. At this time, Ling Xiao was still waiting inside.

Ling Xiao stared at these sword qi for a moment, in addition to the qi under the bright surface turned into eighty-seven, I also saw the darkness hidden in it, whether it was the mountain or the dew, just waiting for me to throw myself into the net. Looking at it sloppily, there are very few bright and dark swords, and they are simply coming.

"Junior bad swordsmanship!" Ling Xiao was sincerely amazed.

Pan Yan thought for a while, put the sword back into the sheath, pulled out another knife, and made a move.

"How is it coming out? Are you afraid that you will see him for what he really is? ”

I was unscathed when I was a teenager and a few low-handers, because I always lived by my own set of rules. In particular, if I have to put the right person on the right, I will use a hand of swordsmanship to show the opponent at a distance of ten steps, and the person who knows the goods will admit defeat, and the person who knows the goods will also show weakness and play two hands in response. And those two hands fell in the eyes of Mr. Ling, who had a vicious eye, which was equivalent to delaying the judgment of life and death, whether to advance or retreat, all under control.

"What does he know!" Ling Xiao snorted, "You are trying to mislead people's children." ”

"What else does he want!"

"Yongrui's qualifications are too vague, but my character is definitely there, so why should he accept me?"

When Ling Xiao saw this scene, his pupils immediately shrank.

Pan Yanli remembered Ling Xiao's words last night, and knew that the future dragon should be trapped in the shallow pool, did you reluctantly keep it, but said, "You give him a ride!" ”

After a while, these scattered snowflakes, as if pulled by a tangible force, drifted away from their original trajectory and fell to the ground one by one.

Although the light was dim, he could still clearly see Xiao Lingmeng's shadow on the screen.

"Hmm."

"It's so hot, what kind of errand is he going to do, let's live in your house first!"

I'll stop before I'm done.

The increasingly dense snowflakes blown by the wind affected Xiao Lingmeng in the distance. Your pretty face is red from the cold, and you can't help but shiver, but you don't notice it, and your eyes are staring at Ling Xiao's figure in a blink of an eye.

Pan Yan only danced the sword in place and did not attack directly, but Ling Xiao had already meditated in his mind and substituted himself into this brilliant sword shadow.

Xiao Lingmeng was so shocked by my words that he said that it was out of his mind, you only said that Ling Xiao disliked Jiang Chenrui's qualifications and was dull, and you have thought about the reason why there is no such reason. And Ling Xiao's few comments also make you feel grateful and sympathetic to the past many years, and then completely impressed. According to Ling Xiao's words, Jiang Chenrui will definitely be the dragon and phoenix among people, maybe one day, you will not be honored because you have taken me in for a few days!

How could Gong Yong's juniors see our big moves?

I kicked off the carriage and saw that Xiao Lingmeng was still stunned, and said angrily: "Let's go!" ”

Xiao Lingmeng watched intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly found that every time the person inside was completely watered, all the water seemed to slide away at once, and there would be no such continuous dripping sound. Isn't this the realm of the legend that "a feather can't be added, and flies and insects can't fall"?

If that person is placed behind the Blood Emperor's face, and the seven fight one-on-one, the junior Ling can hold on at most...... Seven moves?

Bad and weak! Bad and weak!

The diseases that came and went, in the past, Xiao Lingmeng and Jiang Chenrui's eyesight could not see what was going on at all, but they felt that the back of their eyes lit up and flowered, and they regained their specialness.

A gust of wind blew from the front, stirring up thousands of snowflakes, circling Ling Xiao's side, dancing back to the wind.

Over the years, I have long realized a truth, swordsmen fight, only win and lose, life and death, as for what fame is small, debut sooner or later, it is all false. Now, even if no one points at my nose and scolds, I will definitely fight with my tongue, let alone get angry and disturb my mood because of it.

That person's momentum is even more terrifying than that of Xu Jiaotou in the Tongwu Pavilion!

One hundred and seventy-four flaws.

"Thank you for your generosity in borrowing the sword."

Gong Yong hurriedly raised his arm, and the blade of the sword slashed behind him, falling out of a graceful arc, and the front suddenly divided, from one to seventy-four, and then into eighteen, and eighteen again, turning into four four and eighty-seven sword qi, and cutting the small space behind me into colorful pieces.

There is no successive accumulation, one hundred and seventy-four swords, from beginning to end, in one go.

"It turned out to be the old junior of Xiao, oh, yes, it was the old junior Ling, long admiration, long admiration!" Ling Xiao gave Pan Yanli a look while being polite, and asked you: Does he know that person?

Pan Yanli tried her best to calm her mind, and pulled hard with both hands to control the carriage to stop.

The light and darkness are staggered, the sky is miserable and colorful, the snow is vast and cold, it is the atmosphere of a sect master, no wonder it dares to be called the "Chaos Sword"!

I don't have such a youthful side......

Ling Xiao said in a sullen voice: "Did he think that if he got a promise, he would be able to have no fear?" ”