The mountains are new green, the wind is fragrant, there are no bird shadows, and the empty valley echoes.

The moon mist is thick, the sword light is far away, falling like a meteor, like a child who is anxious to go out to buy sugar gourds, in a hurry, sweeping over many rivers and mountains, but only a fleeting scene.

"Trouble is coming!"

Nan Mo whispered, gradually frowned, looked at Zixuan, smiled playfully, and thought about countermeasures in his heart, but no matter what he did, the paper couldn't contain the fire after all, and because he couldn't hide it, how to change the sky became the key.

"This kid's sword may be sharper than Luoyangde, how long can you hold it?"

First disgusted Zixuan, Nan Mo looked at the academy, his consciousness disappeared into the night breeze, gradually entered the peach orchard, and circled in the master's ear, leaving the sound urgent.

"How long will it take for them to come back in Luoyang, and we won't be able to delay it for too long. ”

Put down the osmanthus cake, pick up the tea and taste it, the master didn't seem to hear Nan Mo's words, and lightly touched on the chessboard, a few flowers fell with the wind, and the bell under the eaves was empty.

"This poison academy can't be solved, your junior brother will encounter obstacles when he goes to Kunlun, you go and help him!"

The sound stirred people's dreams, Ziyu crumpled the quilt into a ball, so as to vent his anger when he got up, felt the sword light that was close to the ground, and secretly sighed that the master's fate was difficult to disobey, glanced at the stockings that had been worn, pouted, put on shoes with bare feet neatly, pushed the door out of the house, and turned into a streamer to stop Luoyang outside the academy.

"Senior brother, Master asked you to go to Kunlun Mountain to find Xue Qingrou. ”

Casually said, Ziyu flew and sat on the flying sword, Luoyang was a little confused, the sword went to Kunlun Mountain, and gradually moved away from the academy, and the master's voice sounded in his ears.

"He went to the Demon Realm to find you, and he did his own thing, but he also obeyed the wishes of the Heavenly Master, and then Ziyu will urge the Flower Shifter to change the position between you and Zixuan, and go over there to fight and kill, don't care about anything else. ”

Luoyang glanced at Ziyu silently, and replied: "What should I do here, this is a two-pronged matter, and it is impossible to take care of one or the other." ”

"Don't worry, just leave the Youlan Sword, even if you leave, I'm not afraid of his suspicion, I'm afraid of him confirming. ”

As he spoke, the master looked up at the mountains that were half-covered by the moon veil, and fell again.

Luoyang grabbed Nannuo's palm, the magic pattern streamer, Ziyu took the opportunity to urge the spell, but in an instant, Luoyang appeared at the head of the boat, lying next to "Nannuo", I don't know when it has returned to its original appearance.

"His sword is sharp......"

"I know. ”

Slowly getting up, Luoyang flew towards the sword light hanging in the sky, reached out and summoned Wangsi, glanced at the heavenly sword, afraid of being scolded, so he didn't ask that question.

Forget Si is indeed confused, but what he said is also reasonable, its battle with the Heavenly Sword is like being alive, knowing that it is bitter, it can only be peaceful, and it is as good as food.

Compared with the ever-changing in Luoyang's heart, Li Tiance seems to be unwavering, the brilliance of the flame in his eyes gradually converges, reflecting the clarity of his heart, and the horizontal sword is on his chest, and his hand is pinching the sword and touching the sword body a little bit, bringing up the colorless sword.

Dark clouds cover the moon, people and swords move together, the wind and fog, the fallen leaves Xiao Xiao, Nan Yi didn't even see how this sword was attacked, the sword blade was already close to Luoyang, although there was no brilliance, but there was an inexplicable terrain quietly derived.

This sword is like a rolling river flowing for thousands of miles, unstoppable, let alone cut off.

Nan Yi felt so, but this sword was still blocked, Luoyang carried the forgetfulness, his clothes chased the evening breeze, and the golden glow danced around his body, shining the green light on the lakeside.

The two swords were staggered, their eyes facing each other, perceiving the peace in each other's hearts, the two of them swallowed sharply at the same time, and the sword intent collided violently in one place, and the circle of light on the white edge and gold background spread out, dispelling and annihilating all the obstructive dark clouds in the sky.

The first sword, the second sword...... The ninety-hundredth sword, in a trance, the heavenly sword and the forgotten four fought nine hundred times, grinning in pain next to the wisdom sword, holding the Bodhi tree, with stubborn eyes, and refused to admit defeat.

It's true that he is indeed your master, and it is not bad that you did come first, but the most suitable for him must be me.

You are the one who chooses to leave, but you are not the only one who wants to prove yourself.

My name has been forgotten, along with the glory and humiliation of the old, and now I have a new name, very ordinary, but no worse than the word "heaven"!

The twin swords slashed together again, the glow was suppressed and frustrated, Li Tiance sensed the anger of the heavenly sword and couldn't help but look at Wangsi, and looked at Luoyang when he couldn't sense anything.

He was still calm, maintaining his true self in battle, and he could also hear the stubbornness of forgetfulness, but he did not reply, because that was also his stubbornness.

In the past, his name was Li Tiance, and he walked to the highest point of the way of the sword, leaving a strong mark for future generations to admire.

Now his name is Luoyang, and he is climbing upward, following in the footsteps of his predecessors but not necessarily becoming a senior.

If you can climb to the top of the sky, don't do Tiance and do Luoyang.

"Listen to thunder, break the tide, drunk flowers and ......"

"The moon flashes, the shadows, and the ...... storms"

"A thought blooms, and the sin is ......"

The strength and trajectory of each sword are exactly the same, this battle seems to have no end, the Celestial Master retracted his gaze, looked at the sword light that flashed rapidly under the stars and moon, and lightly moved the fishing rod, "Thunder Monarch, Fire Monarch, go try him." ”

The electric light in the sky was shining, and before the thunder could rise, Ziyu opened his eyes, reached out and summoned Fang Tian's painting halberd, his eyes moved slightly, and the glow was like the moon when he stepped into the air, and the middle-aged Taoist cultivator who was brewing the sea of fire was forced to rein in his Dao technique, and leaned towards Lei Jun.

As soon as the leaves fell, I knew that autumn was near, judging from Fang Cai's attack and killing, if I was close to this kid, I would die for a lifetime, and if I wanted to go back alive, I had to follow Lei Jun.

"Wind Lord, you go too!"

The Heavenly Master made a sound, and then moved the fishing rod, and the scholar in green clothes appeared in the night sky out of thin air, glanced at Ziyu, his body was scattered like the wind, and he fell on the flying sword silently, ignoring Nan Nuo and King Qin, and looked directly at Luoyang, like the meat of a fox-eyed crow.

"Take Your Majesty and leave first!"

With the magic pattern in his palm shining and the Youlan Sword in his hand, Zi Xuan would not know the Haoran Sword Sutra, but this did not affect him to disguise himself as "Midnight".

The sword out of Kunlun is not just talking, it is also Haoran Kendo, Haoran Sword Sutra is too weak, compared with the Tianyin Taiping Sword is like a firefly compared to the bright moon, the wind lord is very strong, and it is not the tradition of the academy to not move the hole cards until it is absolutely necessary?

Xiyue Mulan eighty-one raised her hand, followed by the vast vision of Yaotai gathering eight immortals, as far as the eye could see, all were blocked by the sword light, the breeze was broken one after another, and when the terrifying sword of receiving light from the sky was pressed, the wind dispersed the fire and hidden the thunder silently, the long night was as old as ever, and all the flowers and leaves were quiet.

"That's it, it's really boring......"

Ziyu carried the halberd, waved his hand at the empty sky, and fell to the flying sword with the "midnight", lazily napping.

The night was very deep, Kunlun was getting closer, and the Heavenly Master retracted his gaze unwillingly, and said, "How is it, is it him?"

The Wind Lord sat alone in the small pavilion, carefully thinking about each of Zixuan's swords, Xiyue Mulan was not the slightest bit off, and the Yaotai Gathering Eight Immortals was even more perfect, but he was still not sure that he really had nothing to do with Kunlun.

The sword is out of Kunlun, as a Kunlun sword cultivator, it is normal for the Heaven to lead the Taiping Sword.

"I don't see any flaws, it's ambiguous. ”

"That's right, this is the master's chess, just like the Great Road, true and false, yin and yang, good and bad are chaotic in one place, this cunning, makes people miss ......"

The Heavenly Master chuckled a few times, his eyes shone with a fine light, it was the excitement of the opponent in chess, "Since you want me to not see clearly, then I can't see clearly, and even if you whitewash it, it is also a chess piece, and it is impossible to jump out on the chessboard!"

"Transsion Mei Zichun, ready to do it, chase the Central Plains. ”

The sloppy Taoist nodded, pinched the palm of the chess piece and moved a few steps horizontally, chuckling and falling down, laughing at the clouds rising in the world.

The sun is rising, half of Xianyang City is reflected in the festive light, the small window is lightly opened, the birds on the branches flutter their wings and fly in shock, and they can't stand the pungent incense from the house.

Mei Zichun walked to the window, touching the moving light, her face was as pale as paper, but there was ecstasy in her eyes, and she held a bell tightly in her other hand.

This is the seed, the seed of hope, but we still have to wait, it is not yet the early dynasty, it is not the time.

The melodious bell came in the palace, the continuous sound of carriages gradually disappeared, Mei Zichun was still standing by the window, waiting for Haori to climb the branches, take a deep breath, take a golden pill, bathe and change clothes, smell the fragrance all over the body, and smile is even more evil.

went out, followed the guidance of the inner servant and walked through the messy side hall, quietly waited outside the palace, and watched the inner servant climb the hundred-step stone steps little by little.

She is now a king, and she does sit on that unattainable throne for mortals, but she is also a woman, and it is impossible for her to not see her neglected lover who has resigned and returned home.

As Mei Zichun expected, the waiter couldn't enter the palace gate, and he didn't even wait too long, and the shouts of the old waiter echoed in the courtyard, "Mei Zichun, come forward to see you!"

This staircase leading to Mei Kai is a little long, but Mei Zichun still walked to the end unhurriedly, entered the hall, and after the girl who was weak as water in her arms in the past sat on the desk, she stared at the twists and turns of the people who didn't know what she was, frowned, and looked seriously.

Don't be in a hurry to speak, she likes to do everything little by little, now she is a king, the state affairs are big, the love of children is small, the truth is such a truth, but it is still boring!

But for a moment, Ying Zhimo put down the concerto, looked at Mei Zichun, opened her mouth but forgot to say, leave him, why, let him go, why?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has spent more than ten years in the sky until you come to Xianyang...... The beautiful scenery here will never be forgotten in this life, so don't pass it by, Your Majesty don't miss it. ”

Mei Zichun bowed her waist, and the politeness and impeccable etiquette in her words made Ying Zhimo swallow, and her bone-white hand put down the ink pen, afraid of shaking the ink on the music.

"It's raining today, I'll leave tomorrow morning, and I'll prepare wine for you in the back garden tonight. ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty doesn't talk too much and retires. ”

Mei Zichun saluted again, turned around and walked out of the hall quickly, quickly, at least faster than when he entered the hall, without looking back, this words and deeds are like a knife, stabbing into Ying Zhimo's heart and not stopping, and you have to stir hard to enjoy it.

"There's no going back...... If you can't go back, you can't go back, it's all providence, it's all fate, how can people fight through the sky, since you can't catch it, let it go, but you can't leave regrets. ”

Muttering secretly in her heart, next to the cold wind in the hall, Ying Zhimo picked up the ink pen again, she couldn't calm down for a long time, and all she thought about was the night.

Out of the Golden Palace, Mei Zichun went straight back to his residence, took a tea set, made a bucket of well water, boiled it, and washed the tea......

Today, Ying Zhimo will not tell him to walk as expected, the banquet at night is also expected, and even he can think of the accident that happened after getting drunk.

Just like the author knows his own books, Jian Xiu understands his own fairy sword, Mei Zichun knows Ying Zhimo very well, she is such a woman, she dares to love and hate, she is very smart and stupid.