Tonight, dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no stars in sight.

On the edge of the mountain that never sleeps, make a small jade building.

The women's sword fairy Yunmeng swinged in the small building, and it was a magic power to tear off a cloud in the sky, which was divided into two, one petal hung upside down above the jade small building, and the other was sat under her body, and then hung straight on her left and right sides with two wisps of soft and warm sword qi.

Yun Meng held two straight wisps of sword qi on the left and right with both hands, her legs hung outside the cloud below, snow-white and barefoot, swaying back and forth, and the pair of flowing clouds chasing Xia shoes were thrown to the ground by her and placed aside.

The brocade-clothed man in the previous group of four people, because of the message from the flying sword of the sect, had something important to leave early, and before leaving, he twisted a talisman that went straight to the ferry of the immortal family in Buye Mountain, and someone came to greet him.

The girl in black had just come back from the Partridge Peak, in the library building, and after entering the small building of Rongyu, she said to the female sword fairy who was hanging in the air and swaying: "Sister Yunmeng, have you heard of Wu Daozi's painting in the cave?"

The one in the sky, smiling and squinting, didn't look at the little girl in black below, but just looked straight ahead, as if passing through thousands of feet, staring at the extremely fast Fu Boat that was gradually moving away.

Yun Meng lightly opened his lips and asked, "In the library building, I just took a painting, and it took so long?"

It is true that when I go tomorrow night, it is the scorching sun, and when the girl returns, the night is as cold as water.

It's not far to have a teleportation circle coming and going, which can only mean that the girl has been in the library building for too long.

In fact, there is another reason for this question, which is that this female sword immortal wearing a thin veil once entered the Buyeshan Library.

That year, she was the leader of the sword line, and swept the sword cultivators from Fuyao Kyushu with an unrivaled attitude.

And that year's Qianjian Xing did not have the unwritten rule that you could not be on stage under a weak crown, so Yun Meng, who was still a girl at the time, was much more dazzling than these leaders later.

The furnishings on the third floor of the library building, she vaguely remembered that if all these years had passed and there had not been much change, then there would not be much to take away tomorrow night.

It's nothing more than a pill, a picture scroll, and a fairy rope.

Other than that, it's just a good thing.

Tomorrow night will take the picture scroll, but she didn't expect it, she thought that this Nizi would choose the fairy rope, after all, the opponent is rare, and when she encounters the opponent of the young swordsman in green shirt, if you don't give people a root fairy rope first, others will run away, and you don't have to ask for the opportunity of the sword.

The girl in black drooped her head and sighed, "It's been too long to choose between that immortal rope and this picture scroll. ”

Yun Meng swayed back and forth in mid-air, leisurely, and said with a smile: "Do you mind if my sister helps you take a look?"

Ming Ye raised his head, nodded in surprise, and said, "So good!"

The female sword fairy in the sky stretched out an index finger slightly, bent it slightly downward, and gently hooked it with her fingertips, and the painting scroll that was still in the hands of the girl in black just now was like being continuously pulled by a rope, flying towards the swing with sword qi carrying clouds in mid-air, and fell into Yun Meng's hand.

Her mind moved slightly, and the scroll unfolded on its own, and a vivid landscape painting instantly appeared in front of Yunmeng's eyes.

"Hey, it's not the same one it used to be. ”

The female sword fairy was a little surprised, this painting was actually two paintings from the one she saw on the second floor of the library building back then.

Although they are all from the hand of the painting saint Wu Daozi, it is just that the painting that Yunmeng saw back then was painted after he was middle-aged, and the landscape painting in his hand at this moment, looking at the brushwork and technique, looks like the painting of the saint when he was a young man.

Yun Meng said with a smile: "Sister, this is a treasure, even if the same person paints, at different ages in life, the difference will be great." This is similar to swordsmanship. ”

Leaning on the bamboo fence behind her tomorrow night, she originally heard the woman sword fairy talk about "painting", the girl had a headache, she already knew nothing about the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting such elegant things, nothing more than knowing the name of the painting saint Wu Daozi, knowing that his painting can be channeled, can teach people to be immersive, enter the small cave of the picture scroll, look for opportunities, encounter adventures, and then choose to bring out the landscape painting scroll from the library.

But at this moment, when she heard her Yunmeng sister talking about painting with a sword, the girl suddenly became interested again.

She doesn't understand drawing, can she not understand the sword?

As soon as the girl in black was interested, she hurriedly asked, "What did my sister say this?"

Yun Meng stretched out his hands while observing the landscape painting in his hand, and at the same time put his index finger and middle finger together, using his left hand as a sword and his right hand as a pen with his fingers.

Dual-mindedness, swordsmanship, painting, and falling at the same time.

The left hand uses his fingers as a sword, condensing the sword qi, the sword intent is endless, in mid-air, a female sword fairy Yunmeng appeared, but compared to the Yunmeng who was still on the sword qi and cloud swing, the figure was much more blurred, and the clouds covered the fog, and it was not real.

The female sword fairy with a vague figure was also wearing a thin veil, but there was an extra long sword made of sword qi in her hand, dancing in the air non-stop, and the sword light brightened the night, showing the style of the sword fairy to the fullest.

The right hand uses the fingers as a pen, the air passes through the sea, circulates the holes of the cave, and the fingertips point out "a drop of white ink", which is refined by Yunmeng with the spiritual power in the sea, and the fingertips continue to fly in mid-air, which is a landscape painting on the scroll.

Draw the jade small building in the sky, the sword dance is superb, and the pen walks the dragon and snake.

Yun Meng said at the same time: "When I was a young swordsman, the newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger, I didn't know the height of the sky, I didn't know the height of the sky, I was unrestrained when I came out of the sword, and I was domineering and domineering, so the sword qi was incomparable, even if the realm was low, it still taught people not to dare to face the sword qi." ”

The female sword fairy who danced the sword, as if she had received the edict, a fierce and incomparable sword qi rushed straight forward, whistling past, blowing a gust of wind.

"Replaced by painting, is the stroke of the brush heavy show off skills, more forms and less meaning, heavy scenery light people, for fear that others do not know, under his brush, can paint thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, can paint the sky and the sea, can paint the sun and the moon. It's just a small picture, how can it carry so many ambitions?"

The right hand paints out of thin air, and the painting is visible, and the fingertips point out a picture of the sun and the moon, and below is a painting of mountains and rivers. The weather is myriad and shocking.

"In the year of peach and plum, I know that the sky is high and the earth is wide, and there are people outside the sky, at this time, the sword is innumerable, the length of a hundred schools, to the turnips, a sword spirit, under the rules, the edge is exposed, it is not panicked when the sword is not out, and the wind is surging. ”

The female sword fairy with a vague figure dancing sword held a sword flower in the air, and the sword air of her body was constantly circulating, faint, looming, sometimes fierce and violent, sometimes ancient and unwavering. The girl in black who looked down intently at this side showed what it meant to be free. Moving sword and static sword, bright sword and dark sword.

"Understand that painting is a mixed meaning, the coexistence of people and scenes, the skills are only necessary, there is no extra pen and ink to make a meaningless show off skills, in some things that can be painted or not painted, more choose the latter, the brush is as quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit, and the skills are complete. But he is trapped in the prison of the world's eyes, and he cannot break this shackle. ”

The tip of the right finger is a picture scroll of the night, on the "picture scroll", birds and beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects, actually "come to life" at this moment, tomorrow night, I saw the female sword fairy Yunmeng with her fingertips for a vulture eye, and then the girl watched the vulture fly over her head, making a piercing sound.

"Now, no matter how big your world is, no matter how many ways you have, I only break ten thousand laws with one sword, and everything in the world is only in one sword. ”

Before the words fell, the vague figure that was condensed by the female sword immortal Yunmeng with sword qi immediately merged with the sword qi long sword in "her" hand, which was also condensed with sword qi, and the human sword was one.

The sword rage soared into the sky and shattered the sky.

A sword soared into the sky, lighting up the night of the mountain that never sleeps.

It's like lighting an extra lamp in the sky, which can compete with the bright moon.

"When I look at the paintings, I just do what I want, and I don't think about whether there are too many skills and whether the idea is appropriate. No longer have to worry about the eyes and comments of others, let alone paint to suit other people's tastes. I only wish to be accompanied by paintings, and paint what I paint. ”

Under the night, in the sky above the jade building, Yunmeng's fingertips, the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the sun and the moon of Qiankun, birds and animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects all disappeared.

Only one of her favorite things remained.

A cloud.

"So, do you understand?" The female sword immortal Yunmeng instantly retracted her sword qi, and the "light" in the clouds was quietly extinguished, and the mountain that never night returned to darkness, but it was a little brighter.

The female sword fairy suddenly turned her head and glanced at one place, slightly distracted, looking at the thinly clothed figure, how similar it was to the person who stood in front of her back then, she smiled: "Even if the wind rises, the young man will not give up." ”

Tonight, the moon shines brightly.

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Yuan Tiancheng was on the main peak of Buye Mountain, in his own mansion, and casually "dialed" a few night envoys to say a few words, so that they could evacuate Langyu Xiaozhu.

After all, more than half of the regulations of the Chaoxue Festival, the few people in the jade small building are all noble, and there is even a woman who even he can't figure out the details, but he vaguely feels that the person's breath is familiar.

Yuan Tiancheng said in a deep voice: "Tell Qinghui Xiaozhu and Liuyun Xiaozhu, as well as the people on the other side of the ferry, to evacuate, and rest before the snow." ”

In front of them stood seven night envoys, each with a sword hanging from their waists, dressed in black, with a cloak covering their faces, bowing their heads and replying, "Yes." ”

The wide-sleeved man waved his hand, and the seven of them instantly shrank into inches, and each went to several small buildings and two ferries in Buye Mountain to convey Yuan Tiancheng's order.

This deputy mountain master of the Sleepless Mountain, since the beginning of the fourth spring, has been extremely curious about the woman wearing a thin veil, that person is one of the few Qi refiners in this Chaoxue Festival, who can make him unable to see through, and he clearly does not have a sword on his body, but he always gives him the feeling that the woman must be a sword immortal.

Every year in the Snow Festival in Buye Mountain, there are countless qi refiners and countless sword cultivators flocking to it, to say that Yuan Tiancheng, as the deputy mountain master, can remember everyone's appearance and breath clearly, but it is absolutely impossible. After all, even if the mountain immortal master in the eyes of ordinary people can use some magic to assist memory, that is, the so-called "one glance and ten lines, never forget", but it is absolutely impossible to really remember everyone in a world.

But that woman, to Yuan Tiancheng, felt quite familiar, so familiar that as soon as she took off the veil, he could immediately recognize her identity, and he couldn't say it, even the name of the woman's natal flying sword was shouted.

On the table is a portrait, it is the portrait of the female sword fairy Yunmeng, was ordered by Yuan Tiancheng to be a painter who is resident in the Sleepless Mountain, and hurried to paint it overnight, the old man twisted a golden talisman with a special material in his hand, and silently said in his heart, the talisman began to burn slowly, and was about to be slapped on the portrait on the table by him.

Suddenly, in the distance, there was a surging sword light rising into the sky, straight into the sky.

The sword is like a rainbow, lighting up half of the sky in the sleepless mountain, teaching people to distinguish day from night.

Countless disciples of the Sleepless Mountain, as well as Qi refiners from Fuyao Kyushu, looked up at the sky at the same time at this moment, or rather, they all looked at the "lamp" in the clouds, and they all marveled in their hearts, and they began to guess the identity and realm of the person who made the sword.

Some people say that only the Yuan Ying Sword Immortal of the Eight Realms can exert such a magnificent sword qi.

Someone retorted that the ordinary Eight Realms couldn't do such a heavenly skill, and if he came to see it, this person must be the Nine Realms, the Sword Immortal of the Distraction Realm.

Some people also said that in addition to the high realm, that person must have the immortal sword in his hand, otherwise the sword qi is not enough to compete with the bright moon.

There are different opinions, but no one is to the point.

Yuan Tiancheng, the deputy mountain master of the Nightless Mountain, stared at the sword intent in a daze, invincible, he lifted the spell in an instant, and at the same time stopped the decision in his heart, and looked in the direction of Langyu Xiaozhu in disbelief.

"It's her?!"

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Li Zijin and the cheap junior sister he picked up, the two of them had just walked outside the jade small building, and the young man felt an amazing sword intent, starting from the jade small building, and instantly spread outward for dozens of miles, and the wind broke countless branches, setting off the wind and dust.

The next moment, a sky-high sword light rose up, shattering the sky, and the entire earth trembled, thrilling, terrifying.

The dust was flying in front of him, and the fierce wind swept in, and the young man in the green shirt pulled the koi girl behind him, stretched out an arm, and his sleeves fluttered, blocking the wind and sand branches for the girl, and the sky was full of stones.

And Li Zijin himself, squinting slightly, pulled out the Cuiqu sword.

The realm is low and cannot exert the sword qi, so it only uses the sword rays to condense on the tip of the Cuiqu sword, if there are stones and branches flying by, it will be divided into two by the sword rays, and the young girl will pass by.

Li Zijin faced the monstrous sword intent, but he never took a step back, facing the sword qi sword intent of Rong Yu Xiaozhu.

The monstrous sword intent and the sky full of smoke, branches and stones, and those strange flowers and plants that had been uprooted rushed towards the green-shirted swordsman who was thinly dressed, but still had to be distracted to protect the girl behind him.

It's like a small sail in the sea, under the huge waves, riding the wind and waves.

Xie Yufeng once said that if you have the opportunity, you can watch the sword fairy come out of the sword, as long as you are not afraid of death, you can take a look at it, even if it is just a glimpse, you can benefit a lot.

If sword cultivation wants to achieve something, you have to be "greedy".

In the battle of life and death with people, if you are greedy for a sword, it may be a sword of life.

Watching the sword immortal fight with the sword immortal, a little more greed, maybe it can become an opportunity to break the realm.

On weekdays, I practice swordsmanship, greedy for one move and one style, greedy for an hour more than others, day after day, year after year, I can be more greedy than others.

If you can concentrate on cultivation all the way, you will repeatedly break through the realm, prolong your life, and live forever.

After a hundred years and a thousand years, you can be proud of the world, and you will be greedy for a higher avenue than the people of the world.

Even if you can't comprehend the sword intent on the spot, keep the sword intent in mind and "flip through" it every day.

Just like the children of Confucianism, turning books every day, even if it is the same book, reading it today and reading it tomorrow will not be the same.

Li Zijin remembered the teachings of his teacher.

The wind is blowing, and the wind is howling.

Under the cover of night, Li Zijin, who was dressed in a green shirt, was fluttering, his hair was messy, he was holding Cuiqu, and the tip of the sword was suddenly shining, and countless scattered sword rays exploded from it.

The young man was greedy for a sword to the world.