The black night, the golden moon, and the cherry blossom forest swaying in the wind are a poetic charm.

However, Luo Tian could only walk calmly. Because, he can't compose poetry.

If the wind is still a little noisy, you can add a few notes, such as the sound of the piano, such as the sound of the flute. No matter how surprising it was in this small building secret realm, Luo Tian had to admit that it was indeed very good.

The cherry blossoms were still floating, and the faint colors were reflected in the moonlight, and Luo Tian paused and smiled. His hands were casually behind his back, his whole body leaned forward slightly, and the tips of his hair were still moving with the wind, and from a distance, it seemed that he had been intoxicated for a long time.

However, Luo Tian's eyes are open, this is the Wuji Diagram, this is the secret realm of Xiaolou, and everything that is abnormal is not uncommon here. Between the petals flying, it can be described as a killing machine step by step, how can Luo Tian really get drunk?

White masks, plaid armor, long hair tied together, standing up haphazardly at the back. This time, it was actually two samurai, chic and elegant. One person sat on the ground, with a long guqin on his knees, the piano was empty on the side, the hands were ethereal, and the pan press was powerful, and it was indescribably ethereal. The other person is standing in the middle of the slender branches, the ink-colored ancient flute is erected under the mouth, the fingers are pressed lightly, the hole sound trembles slightly, and a pair of piano flutes are naturally formed.

There is a moon, a flower, a piano, a flute, a man in the wind, a shadow in the night, what kind of scene should this be?

Holding his hands into fists and raising them in front of his chest, Luo Tian smiled and saluted. As if feeling Luo Tian's sincerity, the piano flute and the song were in a hurry, and the petals fell in the air, and the gentleness and comfort permeated it.

Luo Tian's right hand swung down casually, palm facing upward, as if he was picking up something, but the water flashed, and a long sword of water quality with brilliance flowing slowly became in his hand. The heart is calm, the gods are clear, and the sword has been opened.

At this moment, Luo Tian's heart was full of respect, a kind of pure respect, in fact, for all people or scenes who improved their cultivation, they were worthy of Luo Tian's respect. Eight years of painful torture of blood poison, the inexplicable identity of "Yanzi", the imprisonment of the master, and the mysterious and hateful hidden sect, all of this made Luo Tian a little impatient, and it was urgent to improve his cultivation and combat power.

Tonight, maybe it's a beautiful experience, the heart is quiet, the things are clear, except for those cheats and pills that haven't been seen yet, I don't know how much I can improve my cultivation when I see the moves.

The water quality sword slowly crossed his chest, but he didn't move for half a minute, Luo Tian was waiting, waiting for the moment when the cherry blossoms flew again. The sound of the flute gradually stopped, the sound of the piano was loud, but a petal fell again in the flowing water. The petals swayed in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, a samurai with a sword stood on the ground. The same checkered armor, the same white mask, before the flute, why not dance a long sword?

As soon as the sword rose, the moonlight in the sky condensed, as if all the brightness was concentrated on the sword. The thin sword waved lightly in the air, bringing up a large ripple of white light, and in the wind, it rolled towards Luo Tian.

The samurai was still standing in front of Xiao Qin, but the thin sword had already come to Luo Tian.

A pair of eyes blinked and blinked, Luo Tian didn't see a trace of the shape of the sword at all, he only saw a piece of moonlight, like a golden cloak swaying.

The pain in my body gradually subsided, my heart calmed down, and I forgot about the pain.

The water quality sword went from left to right, and with a slight stroke, the waves flashed, overflowing with a tumbling wave.

Water sword against moon sword, wave light against moonlight.

The waves rolled in the air, colliding with the moonlight coming straight in. Layered on top of each other, the two passed deeply with their respective spaces, and for a while, it was impossible to distinguish which was the moonlight and which was the water wave. The brightness of gold, the silkiness of translucency, the light and the water, inseparable.

The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and Luo Tian's face became even more ruddy. The injuries on his body have healed a little more, but the main reason is that he enjoys this quiet fight. His heart also followed the flowing water, and filled the moonlight.

The sword body of the thin sword gradually stood out in the moonlight, and it swept through the layers of water, and the water quality long sword in Luo Tian's hand also stretched forward quickly, and his eyes gradually converged into a point, a point where light and shadow intersected. The right leg took a step forward, and a large area of mist instantly rose on the entire water wave, and Luo Tian was already standing in the middle of the mist. Feeling the coolness of the water and watching the slaughter of the moonlight, he twisted his wrist, and the water quality long sword and the thin sword finally met, but it was the tip of the sword against the tip of the sword.

The white cloak flashed in the air, and the samurai had already grabbed the rapian, and for a moment the moonlight was in full bloom. However, he didn't get any better, because the water sword on the other side didn't seem to be weaker than him at all.

The sound of the piano was far away and bright, the sound of the flute was crisp and moving, and the warrior holding the flute did not move for half a minute, but Luo Tian felt a strong rush to his face.

You can see the water under the moon, and you can also look at the moon in the water. Luo Tian's mind was silent again, he could retreat, but he believed that as long as he took a step back at this time, the result could only be retreat again and again. Therefore, even though his arm was already stiff, the water quality sword in his hand was still trembling and persevering.

His ears shook little by little, and he slowly caught a trace of the note, but the note was too chaotic for him to hear clearly. His eyes slowly closed, and everything was bright and clear from him, and he wanted to concentrate on listening to the note.

There was a touch of coolness in his ears, and Luo Tian knew that there was blood flowing there, but the originally soft and bright sound of the qin flute became solemn in his ears. It seems that another battlefield, in another invisible way, has begun.

This time, Luo Tian didn't smile and didn't open his eyes. The idle hand was naturally raised to the ear, and a ball of thread was accurately tucked in, and then the arm went around the neck and stuffed it into the other ear. The thread group closed his ears, but it didn't seem to have played a role, and the sound of fighting on the battlefield still passed through Luo Tian's eardrums, and it was much more serious in the shouts. The cool feeling came to his lips again, but it was a nosebleed.

However, the water quality sword in Luo Tian's hand advanced a little bit again, and at the same time, the warrior on the opposite side also moved backwards. The thread ball was stuffed into the ear, not to stop the killing sound of the piano flute, but actually a kind of closure of his body, the two thread balls, just sealing Luo Tian's heart, as if it was the psychological comfort of ordinary people.

Only by closing himself off can his energy be more focused, and he can peel off the cocoon on that battlefield and win little by little. The induction cycle repeateds, slowly intensifying, and he seems to have caught something, albeit only a little, but it is a good start. It is precisely because of this that he has taken a small step.

More water flowed from the sword body of the water quality long sword, and more waves rushed to the moonlight on the other side of the sword, and the golden moonlight was dimming little by little. So, Luo Tian took another step.

But in Luo Tian's ears, the blood of Dao Dao was overflowing again in his nose, and it seemed that his spirit was on the verge of collapse. The sound of the piano, the sound of the flute, and the sound of war drums and waves of fighting.

The soft wind was still blowing aimlessly in the cherry blossom forest, rolling up Luo Tian's clothes, but it couldn't roll up the beating waves. The clear water slowly covered the moon shadow, and more mist gradually covered the moonlight, and the thin sword was no longer simply golden, but actually appeared a pale color in the sound of water.

Luo Tian advanced again and again, and the strength in his hand was much greater. His face, ears, and nose were covered in blood, but if you look closely, you will find that the blood has long since coagulated and is no longer flowing. He had grasped the melody of the flute so tightly that every beat of the notes could not hide his feelings, and he could even use this pulse to increase his strength.

The flute can make the moonlight brighter, and it can also make the water waves more turbulent.

There was already just a simple rapier in front, and there was no moonlight for a long time, and there was only one samurai left. But the water waves on the glass sword did not disappear with it, but became more turbulent in the rhythm of a sound, and the spring breeze and rain also had a drifting intention.

Luo Tian's eyes suddenly opened, his lips and teeth opened slightly, and he said calmly: "Thank you!" As he spoke, the water water long sword no longer hesitated, and lightly made a mistake on the tip of the thin sword, and after the slender sword body, it was accurately inserted into the samurai's chest.

The body was still standing next to the horizontal thin sword, Luo Tian slowly stretched out his index finger and slowly flicked the thin sword away, but the other hand was pulled hard, and the water water long sword was quickly withdrawn. The sound of water began to sound on the tartan armor, and one after another, the moonlight fell again, and the samurai's body gradually blurred, but it was a flying petal.

The flute has not stopped, but at this time it sounds like there is a lack of such a unique melody. The water quality long sword pointed to the ground, Luo Tian held the hilt of the sword, bent down and bowed his head, and bowed lightly to the two people in front of him.

The arm stretched out from the right side, and the water splash on the water quality long sword sounded again, and the entire sword body began to swing slightly, and a large amount of water poured out from the sword body in a sigh, just like a small waterfall. However, not a drop of water splashed on the ground, and the water slowly slid backwards, holding it in the air like a cloak.

Holding the glazed water sword in his right hand, the blade of the sword led a large stream of water to gently slash through the void. It was just a simple wave in front of Luo Tian, but there were waves of water. In the cherry forest, in every corner, between every branch, and on every leaf, there is the sound of water waves everywhere, but I don't know where the flute is.

The waves come and go quickly, and Luo Tian stood with his hands in his hands again, still with that calm eye. Ahead, a drop of water gradually dripped from the samurai's chest, then a second, and then a third...... When a pool of stagnant water finally came out of the ground, two petals began to slowly float down in mid-air, and the pale red flower body fell into the water, especially under the moonlight, which was very beautiful.