Three questions and one answer, two don't know, Mr. Back Sword simply stopped asking. Looks like you still have to use the sword to speak!

Mr. Dorken's fingers look flat and wide, especially the nails have a sharp feeling, and even the fingers of his palms are like long swords. The old gentleman didn't want to draw his sword yet, not because he came here late at night and didn't have a sword on his back, but because he couldn't draw his sword. He wasn't sure if he would draw a sword against Luo Tian once today, and if someone would come to him with a sword in the future, he didn't dare.

Speaking with a sword does not necessarily mean drawing a sword.

On the wooden table, there is a tea bowl filled with rancid water, and next to the tea bowl is a hand, tapping the table with its five fingers regularly, as if playing a guqin. The tea was silent, the wooden table was unmoved, but an indescribable sound reverberated throughout the room.

A small cloud gradually appeared in mid-air, white and shiny, fresh and beautiful. It's hard to imagine a flawless cloud in the middle of the night that would appear out of thin air, and the candlelight in the room would be much dimmer compared to it.

Luo Tian quietly watched the small cloud slowly drift in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, there was a sudden wind, and he listened to the sound of the wind, and the clouds were rolling. White turned to frost white, clouds turned into icebergs, and the wind gradually sharpened, and the wind and clouds in the air were full of sword edges.

This is the real Fengyun Sword!

The pointing did not stop, but slowly rose high, and there was nothing else in front of Luo Tian's eyes, only a sword. At this moment, he himself seemed to be fused with the sword, there was only one sword left in heaven and earth, and one sword in heaven and earth.

"Can you tell me something?" Mr. Backsword's always straight waist slowly softened, his neck bent, and he leaned back on the chair very comfortably. The folds on his face gradually twisted, and his serious expression was long gone, but he had a kind look on his eyebrows.

The wind has subsided, the clouds have dispersed, but the sword intent in mid-air has not disappeared, it is still fierce. Luo Tian was already immersed in this, he was feeling the sword intent, he would not let go of any opportunity to learn, let alone any opportunity to understand.

Looking at Luo Tian's intoxicated appearance, Mr. Beijian had a calm face and smiled gently, this is really an unexpected gain!

Luo Tian gradually opened his eyes, and the sword intent in his eyes slowly dissipated, calm and sharp.

"Senior, thank you!"

Saying this, Luo Tian's right hand slowly raised, and gently drew a straight line in the direction of Mr. Back Sword, the straight line glowed with white light, flashing in the air.

Mr. Beijian had constricted his pupils, and the softness on his old face disappeared for a moment, and his eyes were wide open, and he was surprised. Is this, a style of wind and clouds?

Sure enough, the white line was in front of the old gentleman's eyebrows, he heard the wind, he saw the clouds, and he felt a kind of wind and cloud dance.

The white line brushed the thick eyebrows of Mr. Backsword, mixed with a chill through the bead curtain and slashed towards the sky. Above the silent night sky, the wind really rose.

He used his telekinesis to show the Fengyun Sword, he just wanted to use the sword to talk to Luo Tian, he wanted to use this to shorten the distance with Luo Tian. Because, he wants to know the story of Luo Tian, and he wants to know the story of Master Luo Tian.

However, he really didn't expect Luo Tian to be able to use the Fengyun style. Could it be that there is really a genius in the Sword Tower? Is there a second person in the younger generation who can use the Wind and Cloud Style?

All of a sudden, Mr. Back Sword was restless, and his brain was spinning rapidly. He was surprised, he was happy, he was envious, and he regretted: Why is he not my disciple?

It seems that he is still alive, it is really him, otherwise who would it be?

"Come here, let the old man take a good look. The old gentleman calmed down as quickly as possible, and beckoned to Luo Tian with a gentle gaze.

Luo Tian straightened his clothes, patted his sleeves, took two steps, and knelt down in front of Mr. Back Sword. Before his knees were completely bent, a pair of old hands full of calluses had already dragged Luo Tian and dragged Luo Tian up.

"Don't, don't kneel, I can't afford it. It's "me", not "old man".

Hearing Mr. Beijian's words, Luo Tian did not pretend again, but stood quietly aside.

"Okay, the luck of the sword tower! The younger generation has the two of you, and I have hope for the future life of the sword tower!" "Brushing his beard is not the habit of carrying Mr. Jian, but even tonight, he still brushed it again and again, how many years have he not been served?

Luo Tian stood aside, the old gentleman's words echoing in his mind, "Two?" immediately understood, smiled knowingly, and asked respectfully: "The other is, Mo Fengxing?"

"Well, you know? How do you know?"

Luo Tian ignored Mr. Beijian's surprise, and replied carefully: "When I was a child, I had a lot of fights in the back mountain, and I knew even that there was a phoenix birthmark on his buttocks, and I knew everything about that stinky boy." Saying this, I remembered the scene when the two of them were chasing each other on the mountain before, black! It's really black! The master hacked him a lot!

Mr. Beijian was silent for a long time, and the already boundless folds squeezed out a few "Chuan" characters in the center of his eyebrows, and one hand was tightly clasped on the edge of the table, as if even the masonry floor in the room was trembling slightly.

"You mean, you've known him since childhood?"

"Hmm. We've practiced swords together, we've played mud together, and we've fished for toads together. ”

"Have you seen anyone else?"

Luo Tian didn't know how Mr. Backsword could ask such a question, but since the two of them had been open and honest, he didn't have to be on guard. After thinking about it, he said, "Uncle Chicken Head only brought him here, and there is really no one else." That kid kept yelling for me to call him senior brother, and he didn't have to think about it with a pig's brain, the feeling is to forget the injuries on his body, and he deserves it?"

Mr. Beijian directly ignored Luo Tian's later words, because the first four words had always been in his mind: "Uncle Chicken Head". He repeated it over and over again, and the wooden table finally began to shake, the ground finally began to explode, and the whole room was filled with the sound of soo.

Luo Tian didn't dare to slack off, and immediately walked back to the bedside and protected Xue'er tightly.

"It turns out that he already knew, he already knew. His uncle, he has been looking for a few of us for so many years, and he already knows the feelings. I said, how could that kid suddenly take out the Fengyun Sword? has been missing for so many years, how can he come out when he says it. The feelings are summed up. ”

"How could he die so easily? How could he die quietly after making such a big fuss and God confiscated him? ”

"A bunch of old things, each one a good bird. ”

The ground slowly returned to its original state, and the wooden table had long since stopped shaking, but Mr. Backsword roared in place as if stimulated.

Luo Tian couldn't help but secretly think: Is it right to shake it out like this? It won't be self-defeating. Could it be that this gentleman with the sword still had a lot of grievances with his master back then? But don't be angry with yourself!

The old gentleman finally stopped, but the corners of his mouth were still trembling, obviously this time the blow was a little too big. One step away, he sat down on the chair on the other side of the wooden table, "It's okay, I'm not angry, after all, it's been so long." ”

"It's okay, why am I angry, haven't I been hidden for decades?"

"It's okay, how can I be angry? It's better to be alive than dead. ”

As if he had finally seen Luo Tian's nervous appearance, Mr. Back Sword couldn't help shouting: "How many times have I said it, I'm not angry, why are you hiding so far?"

"Do you say it first, or do I say it first?"

Luo Tian's heart is tight! You don't get angry one after another, the ghosts can see it, who dares to approach!" "You are Luo Tian's elder, or you should say it first!"

Mr. Carrying Sword's breathing was not completely even, and the old hand of the sword repeatedly touched the wooden table, and casually picked up the tea bowl and put it to his mouth. "What's the broken tea, go make a good pot?" there was a shake on the table, and the teapot had already flown out of the room.

Luo Tian put his index finger under his nose, rubbed it carefully, and couldn't help but slander in his heart: Brew it, why throw it outside, I don't have to pick it up. Why is there no normal person in the sword tower?

"Where are you going, stand honestly. Before Luo Tian could take two steps, his body slid back uncontrollably again.

The door curtain opened again, and I saw Mo Ya walking in with a teapot, first brushing the tea bowl on the wooden table, and then lifting his hand lightly, and it was already full in a burst of fragrance.

"What are you doing? Don't you see anyone else? Then pour a bowl. The more Mr. Beijian thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more unpleasant he became when he looked at his closed disciple.

Luo Tian was trembling, and hurriedly took Mo Ya's teapot, he didn't dare to let this rising star of the Sword Tower pour tea for himself.

"What are you talking about? The old gentleman took a sip of tea, and finally felt a little smoother in his chest.

Mo Ya stood on the other side with a teapot, and glanced at Luo Tian quickly, I said what are you doing here at night, I still came to see him, didn't I just get the first?

Mr. Beijian also looked at Luo Tian, slowly straightened his body, saw another figure on the ground, and said unhappily: "After pouring the tea, you are still standing here, isn't it shameful enough?"

Mo Ya blinked, carefully put down the teapot, and walked out of the room. He didn't look angry at all, nor did he have a half-aggrieved attitude, in fact, he had really been used to random beating and scolding for nearly twenty years.

"Come, sit down, let's talk about it. Mr. Backsword hid his edge again, and his face was kind.

Luo Tian had just picked up the tea bowl in his hand, and when he heard the old man's words, he quickly put it down. To sit, or not to sit?

"Your chair, what are you struggling with?"

Also, in his own yard, he has become an outsider, which is not his own style! In the past, no matter whose yard he was in, he was the master.

The green shirt was thrown back, Luo Tian gradually squatted down his buttocks, and before he could sit down completely, he only heard a "bang", and the whole chair shattered into pieces and collapsed on the ground.

Mr. Beijian seemed to remember something, and immediately felt a little embarrassed, hurriedly waved his hand, and said, "Forget, forget, the fire just now was a little big." ”

Luo Tian was also a little embarrassed for a while, "I'll still stand and forget it, anyway, it's just talking, sitting and standing is not in the way." ”