Zhao Mingming found that Jing Yao's temperament suddenly changed.

Gone are the gentleness of what it used to be.

Even this festival seems to have taken its toll......

As if it wasn't spring at all, but in the middle of winter.

Jing Yao's knife was as white as silver and as cold as snow.

But even such a bleak blade can't suppress the rolling and flowing of blood in the dark!

At this moment, Zhao Mingming saw Jing Yao's sword but disappeared in a flash.

The knife is still in hand.

But the sword is gone.

What's going on?

Zhao Mingming didn't know.

She couldn't figure it out.

Jing Yao's knife was weird enough.

Not only is it weird, but what's even more bizarre is that it can glow.

But now, that light is gone.

Where did it go?

Jing Yao's expression did not change in the slightest.

It's as if everything happens naturally.

After fighting Liu Ruiying last time, Jing Yao's cognition of knives has also improved.

Before, his sword was all killing.

There is no tolerance or generosity.

And Liu Ruiying's sword, although not as sharp as him, is much more rounded.

So in the end, Jing Yao still lost half a move.

It's not terrible to lose.

Those who can't afford to lose are terrible.

Those who wield knives are just as good as those who drink heavy wine, and they are all good-hearted and straightforward.

Those who wield a sword are as modest and courteous gentlemen as those who drink with warm wine.

Those who don't use knives or swords are either hypocrites or fake heroes like those who don't drink.

Or, through and through, a completely honest person.

Jing Yao's heart is different from Zhao Mingming.

It is always restless, restless.

It's always intense.

Even if his knife is full of midwinter feelings, it can't change his heart.

But Zhao Mingming has been very quiet.

Whether it is in the mountains or in the world.

She was quiet all the time.

Not only the body, but also the mentality.

The body is quiet, and it is inevitable to be called lazy.

The mentality is quiet, but it is easy to be involved in decadence.

But Zhao Mingming is not a lazy person, nor is she decadent.

She didn't know when she had become so quiet and happy.

Even after being in the middle of noisy streets and markets, listening to the vendors shouting and selling their goods, she was able to keep her eyes on the front without distraction.

It seems casual and purposeless, but this is the environment she is most looking forward to.

There is always no shortage of people in the city.

There is also no shortage of dazzling goods.

The only thing lacking in the hustle and bustle is the hermit.

This seems to be a conflict.

Because the hermit should always go to the mountains and fields, under the bamboo forest.

Facing the hurried evening breeze, drink the three glasses and two light wines.

Immerse yourself in a small world that you have constructed.

Zhao Mingming broke this convention.

The hermit also has desires in his heart.

Who said that a hermit should cut off those seven emotions and six desires?

It's just that Zhao Mingming can control her desires better.

Jing Yao's desire was impulsive.

Like a bottomless abyss.

It's actually a kind of sadness......

To a certain extent, it is also Jing Yao's persecution of herself.

People are fierce for a long time, and they always have to be tired.

No one can go in a lifetime.

In fact, Zhao Mingming also had an impulse in her heart, and she was also addicted to the intensity of her senses.

But after precipitation, she still chose to abandon the previous one.

However, the essence of human beings is to want to get and fear of losing.

At this point, all beings who have a sense of sanity cannot escape such a reincarnation.

The Tao of the Sages once said that this life is surrounded by thorns, and if the heart does not move, the body will not move, and if it does not move, there will be no pain. If the heart moves, the body will also move, and it will damage the body and hurt the bones

This is where all the suffering in the world comes from.

Talented people always yearn for the wind and snow, in the face of beautiful women, who can not be heartless?

Ten thousand taels of gold, every house in gorgeous clothes, and no one can hold it.

What you want to get is like the cloudy and sunny moon overhead, so you sing and I appear.

I kept thinking about it, but I had to suffer from the fear of losing.

But Zhao Mingming is a daughter.

Her thoughts, Qi Qi couldn't figure out with a man like Jing Yao in her life.

If it is an ordinary woman, I am afraid that she will only want to find someone to know and enjoy the scenery along the way.

When I have leisure, I will lean on the railing of the building and stare into the distance.

Especially after the drizzle in the spring, I saw the verdant vines again.

Winter yellow and spring green, within the snap of a finger.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning, and the wind came in the evening.

Even if they are such characters as Zhao Mingming and Jing Yao, aren't they like the red flowers in the woods?

When will the flowers bloom and fall?

It is always longer to wither than to bloom.

Zhao Mingming came to this world with the intention of experiencing some fun and pursuing more joy.

She has no direction.

However, Jing Yao's direction is extremely clear.

Even all the loneliness in his heart is always in the same position.

"Your knife has changed. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

"How can a knife change?"

Jing Yao asked rhetorically.

"Your knife is bloodless. Where did the previous killing aura go?"

Zhao Mingming said.

When he didn't find out the details of the other party, she would never rush out of the sword.

"It's a knife, and naturally there will be blood. Whether the knife is used to kill people, or to kill pigs and dogs, there will be blood. ”

Jing Yao said.

He didn't care about Zhao Mingming's previous words.

"Your sword was still unstoppable and domineering before, but at that moment, it suddenly sank again. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

"The knife is in my hand, so it will sink? As for the domineering...... Do you think I'm a domineering person?"

Jing Yao said with a smile.

"You're more proud than domineering. I don't know what you're proud of, but you must have something to be proud of. ”

Zhao Mingming said.

Jing Yao was silent.

He was speechless.

He was shocked in silence.

Jing Yao knew that she was indeed an extremely proud person.

Even if she hasn't reached the bottom of everything in the sky, there are really few people who can put her in her eyes.

"I don't want to kill you. ”

Jing Yao said.

Not only did he not want to, but he was even more reluctant.

It is said that it is enough for this person to have a confidant, and the world should treat it with the same heart.

Knowing each other is the greatest preciousness.

When the heart is together, the soul intersects.

In the midst of many hardships and hardships, people can always cherish each other more.

Mountains and rivers, a song to know each other.

However, he and Zhao Mingming had only met for half an hour, but they were seen through by the other party at a glance.

With such a beautiful woman with exquisite thoughts and full of backbone, Jing Yao is really difficult to go to the knife.

"Huh!"

Jing Yao's voice just fell.

Zhao Mingming suddenly drew her sword.

The blade of the sword reflected half of her face.

looked at Jing Yao with cold and high-spirited eyes.

She moved and refused the opportunity that Jing Yao gave him.

Jing Yao looked at Zhao Mingming's sword and nodded stiffly.

There was a little loneliness in my heart.

The mother who knows him best has been dead for a long time.

Finally, a girl who seemed to know him came, but he had to go out of his way.

How can this life be so wrong?

Jing Heng knife as a chest.

The left hand is false, and he makes a "please" gesture.

Zhao Mingming is also welcome!

With a flip of his wrist, he pulled a sword flower.

Suddenly, Jing Yao felt that there were countless rays of light and shadow, attacking and killing towards his face.

But his knife remained motionless.

Always across his chest.

It seems to be fixed.

Seeing these lights and shadows approaching.

Jing Yao adjusted her luck, but it was her legs.

The toes suddenly dodged to the side.

Zhao Mingming's sword pierced the air.

After the time dissipated, Jing Yao stood beside Zhao Mingming's sword blade.

It's still the same as before.

Although Zhao Mingming's move was empty, she was not happy or angry.

Since he wants to hide, why don't he use his strength to fight and plan his plan?

The long sword in his hand was bundled, and the blade was facing Jing Yao.

A sword slashed out.

The target was the scimitar in Jing Yao's hand.

At such a distance, Jing Yao couldn't dodge at all.

But he was still very surprised, why did this Zhao Mingming sword this own sword?

Could it be that she is forcing herself to go under the knife?

In fact, Zhao Mingming plans to do so.

One person's concession seemed to give her the upper hand.

But Zhao Mingming sensed a little disdain in it.

If his own sword can't even force Jing Yao's sword, what is the point of making a sword?

Although swordsmanship is not Zhao Mingming's strength.

But since you have picked up the sword, you must have the consciousness to the end.

What's more, she doesn't seem to reveal her identity...... Otherwise, I am afraid that it will cause more and bigger trouble.

So at the moment, all she can rely on is the sword in her hand.

Although Zhao Mingming saw Jing Yao thoroughly.

As everyone knows, she herself is such an exact person.

Proud, never bowing his head, never bending down.

If you are humble, it will not make her think that you are a gentleman.

Instead, I would think it was a great mockery.

It is precisely because they both have general temperaments that they will speak to their hearts in one sentence.

"Dang!"

Zhao Mingming's sword slashed steadily on Jing Yao's blade.

A huge force came so that Jing Yao finally settled her figure.

He never thought that Zhao Mingming, a girl, could only have so much strength?

Moreover, this sword is completely the power of the flesh.

There is no blessing of the slightest vigor at all.

"Still not going to the knife yet?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

The strength in his hand was to press Jing Yao's knife back a few inches.

The back of the knife was about to stick to his chest.

"I can still control it without going under the knife. When the knife is out, I can't control it. ”

Jing Yao said.

"Control what?"

Zhao Mingming asked.

"Control the killing and gore you spoke of earlier. ”

Jing Yao said.

"Do you use a knife, or do you use a knife?"

Zhao Mingming withdrew her sword and asked.

After hearing this, Jing Yao was like an initiation, and she was stunned for a long time.

"It's me with a knife. ”

Coming back to her senses, Jing Yao smiled slightly.

"Thank you. ”

Then he thanked Zhao Mingming again.

Zhao Mingming didn't answer, but her body retreated two feet away.

Because he knew that Jing Yao had become serious.

And Zhao Mingming's intuition told him that neither this person nor this knife was so easy to deal with.

Even if he didn't kill himself......

Besides, with the thought of killing, who can know what will happen to Jing Yao after the knife?

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