"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. This is the famous sentence of the Tang Dynasty Wang Zhilian, and it is also the favorite poem of Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City.

When this voice sounded from everyone's ears, faintly, there was an indescribable mood of depression, lingering in everyone's hearts for a long time.

In the praise, the white shadow flickered, and a pure white cloud had floated out, floating very fast, drifting far away, as if to float to the heavens in the world.

"City Lord Ye's light skills are really good." Hua Manlou was smiling, his clothes were broken in the wind, and he had already flown away with Ye Gucheng, his body was agile and fast, almost not under any master in the world, so that people could never believe that he was a blind man.

"It is said that Hua Manlou is as blind as a bat, I don't believe it, the prince of Nanwang has also floated out, his light skills are taught by Ye Gucheng, and it is like a white cloud floating out, but it is not elegant and agile enough, and the speed is inferior, but it is not slow at all.

"Haha, the light skills of the prince have also reached the first-class level in the rivers and lakes" The last person is naturally Jin Jiuling, who follows closely behind the prince of Nanwang, and he is at ease, but he will never exceed half a point.

Shizi smiled: Let's not be sycophant, it's right to find that person.

The palace guards looked at the four of them in surprise, and they didn't understand the actions of the prince and the others at all, but the light skills of the four of them were extremely high, and the clothes were flying, and the people had disappeared, and the voice just now was condensed into a line, which only sounded in the ears of the four of them, and the rest of the people naturally couldn't hear it.

And to be able to send this voice from afar, and it can also be divided into four, and the cultivation is only afraid that it has reached the peak, and it is the best in the world.

The palace is very well-informed, and knows the Fire Slashing Sword Su Ang.

Do not catch the whip on the horse, but fold the willow branches.

Dismount and play the flute, worrying about killing travelers.

The voice also has the meaning of depression, which makes people sad and depressed, which is no longer something that can be done with profound internal strength, and faintly contains mysterious and unpredictable spiritual powers.

Ye Gucheng saw the man, dressed in black, sitting in a forest, with an inconspicuous long sword next to him, who was hitting the wine jar with chopsticks and singing loudly.

Behind him was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, with smart eyebrows and eyes, holding a wine jar, and from time to time adding wine to the young man in black.

The little girl saw the flowers all over the building and said, "Little nephew, why are you here?"

Hua Manlou said: Last time I was still a little nephew, this time I became a little nephew, so I don't know if I should call my little aunt or my little aunt?

Xue'er said: You are much more obedient than Lu Xiaofeng, so in the future, he will be a nephew, you are a nephew, if you are more obedient, you will be my little cousin.

Hua Manlou touched his nose and said: If Lu Xiaofeng hears it, he will pull your braids again.

Cher snorted softly: "If he pulls my hair, I'll poke him a few transparent holes." ”

The prince of Nanwang also said lightly: Dude, you know them, please introduce them.

Hua Manlou said with a smile: This cute-looking little girl is called Shangguan Xue'er, and the other is Su Ang.

Su Ang looked up at Ye Gucheng, the two looked at each other, at this moment, everyone felt as if two incomparable swords were competing against each other, exuding a sharp sword aura, which made people feel cold.

Su Ang looked at Ye Gucheng, and he suddenly found that Ye Gucheng had many similarities with Ximen Blowing Snow.

They like to wear white, and they are very lonely and very proud people.

Only people like them can practice that kind of peerless swordsmanship.

"It's worth it to have an opponent like you today."

Su Ang drank, Cher poured a cup, he drank a cup, and drank three glasses in a row.

Ye Gucheng looked at him: You drink, alcohol can hurt your body, and it can also mess with sex, for swordsmen like us, drinking alcohol is a big taboo.

Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng only drink white water, because for them, wine is a poison that can hurt the body.

When they drink wine, their bodies and spirits will be poor, and for them, their swords will not be contaminated even by the slightest speck of dust.

Su Ang closed his eyes and showed a comfortable look: For people like you, the meaning of life is to climb the peak of kendo, for me, constantly climbing the high path of martial arts is just a part of my life, and there is an essential difference between each other's pursuits, but there is no need to force it. ”

Ye Gucheng suddenly became very lonely, very lonely, and his eyes seemed to be slightly dim: You are not a pure swordsman, maybe there is no pure swordsman in this world except for me and Ximen Blowing Snow.

I don't know how many people in the world learn swords, and in his eyes, the people who can be called swordsmen seem to be the only ones who are him and Ximen Blowing Snow, which is not a kind of loneliness.

Su Ang smiled, and there seemed to be an indescribable sarcasm in his laughter, and glanced at Shizi: Perhaps, the real swordsman is only Ximen Fuxue.