He changed into a robe, which was also one of his only two sets of robes, which he had worn some time ago when he accompanied his junior brother Liang Jie to Beibi Mountain.

It's old, it's just old.

When I was young, I thought that bright clothes were the most spiritual, and I loved new clothes.

With the passage of time, I slowly found that in addition to the brightness, there is still a disagreement, although the color is bright, but there is a little less style.

A person cannot always be energetic, nor can he always be full of energy, he will be lost, he will be tired, he will not want to talk, he will feel lonely, he will be miserable, he will endure, he will refrain from everything, he will hide everything as usual.

Only the old clothes, those clothes that have accompanied him through many experiences and contain countless memories, can return to normal with him, happy together, sad together, singing together, and silent together.

Pull out the stopper of the large wine gourd that rests on the table and drink it on your back.

"There are 3,000 dreams in the floating life, and there are thousands of miles of poetry and wine shortage. He chanted in a low voice, pinned the wine gourd to his waist, and swaggered to each other with the long hanging dao spike.

"Did you get down man, old man?"

Nai fell into the scabbard, silent and speechless.

Washed away by the blood, he felt comfortable, strolled out of the house, and walked towards the back, but not long after, he was blocked by a row of bamboo fences.

With a slight leap, he climbed over the bamboo fence and walked around, skirting a sea of flowers, accompanied by a few peach trees, and a bamboo forest behind him.

Tomorrow at noon, it will be here that he will fight to the death with Li Fengxian.

............

"Jiuchi Meat Forest has a lot of enemies in the rivers and lakes, but it can still occupy several streets in Luoyang and build a luxurious big building, if you want me to say, it's all on Li Fengxian's martial arts. There are really not many people on the rivers and lakes who are not afraid of Li Fengxian!"

"Brother Ye can defeat the Nine Tribulations of the Hanging Buddha in the South China Sea. The two compete, winning or losing, not certainly. ”

"Li Fengxian can call himself the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, do you think he can't defeat the nine tribulations? Although he is absurd and unreasonable, the majesty of the wine pond and meat forest is also forced out by him with one palm and one kick. Shen Xiao glanced at Cui Zilong, still maintaining his opinion.

"The Flying Dragon Palm and the Hook Leaky Foot are famous in the rivers and lakes, it's not that I don't know, but I still believe that Brother Ye won't lose!" Cui Zilong seemed to be building more confidence in himself, and said emphatically again.

"We've also seen Mr. Ye make a move, so we know how powerful his martial arts are. But after all, his injuries have not healed now, and his skills have been greatly reduced. Xu Feng poured Cui Zilong a cup of tea.

Everyone had just dealt with each other here for the night, and ordered a rich meal, and now they drank tea and chatted after dinner.

Mu Fangqing held the tea bowl in the palm of his hand, slowly turned it and grinded it, and said in his mouth: "After he came back yesterday and used rice porridge, he went back to the house to meditate, and I don't know how many layers of strength he has recovered. ”

Qianqian said a little unhappily: "I actually meditated all night with the blood of that body, this person is really sloppy!"

Yuwen Qinghe said with a smile: "But after he just ate, he told you that he wanted to take a bath and change clothes, didn't you go to Zhang Luo in a hurry?"

Shallow reached over and pinched the fine flesh on her waist, causing the ill-intentioned little girl to cry out "oops, oops".

Xu Feng ignored the fight between the two women, but looked at Mu Fangqing, saw her listening attentively, looked puzzled, and couldn't help asking, "But what's wrong?"

"For some reason, I couldn't hear the movement inside. ”

"Is he meditating again?" asked Shallow curiously. Among the several people here, only Mu Fangqing has the highest skill and can hear the subtle sound in the back room, and even Cui Zilong and Xu Feng can't reach this realm.

"If you meditate, there will still be pranayama sounds. ”

"Wow, you can hear such a slight breathing sound, Sister Mu?"

Mu Fangqing smiled and didn't explain. In fact, after these few days, her strength has fully recovered.

"Gone out?" Cui Zilong asked, but even he didn't believe it, although he didn't know why Mu Fangqing had been paying attention to Ye Yunsheng in the house.

Because, if even the slightest sound of pranayama can be heard, how can a person run outside the house without noticing? Could it be that Mu Fangqing just wandered and didn't notice?

"I didn't hear him walk out of the house," she said. Before that, he chanted a few lines of poetry and muttered another sentence to himself, but after that, he couldn't hear a trace of movement. ”

A few people walked out of the hall and walked along the stone path behind them into the house, where only the red samurai shirts with blood had been changed.

"How did he do it, go out and not be heard by you?" Xu Feng asked in surprise, "Could it be that his skills have all recovered?"

Mu Fangqing shook his head and said: "It's impossible, he will recover half of it at most, thank God...... I haven't seen him go all out, but listening to your descriptions, his cultivation should have reached the seventh level of Taoism's 'formless'. Unless he recovers, he won't be able to escape my hearing. ”

Qianqian said: "You don't have to guess, why did he deliberately hide? We are all his friends, and we have experienced life and death together! If you want me to say, he must be in the bamboo forest behind us at the moment, let's go find him, don't we all know!"

Cui Zilong and Yuwen Qinghe couldn't wait to run to the bamboo fence behind them, turned over and jumped over.

Everyone passed by the sea of flowers and peach trees, and as soon as Fang approached the bamboo forest, they heard slight footsteps.

Entering the forest, he walked to the place where the sound came from, and walked about 100 steps, only then did he see Ye Yunsheng, who was dancing his sword in a bamboo forest in the distance.

Because this bamboo forest is extremely well protected and the bamboo leaves are luxuriant, his figure, shuttling between the dense bamboos, disappears from time to time.

Strangely, he was moving, roundabout, low, leaning up, stretching, curling. But apart from the slight sound of stepping on the bamboo leaves on the ground, there was no other sound.

After looking at it for a while, everyone found that he seemed to be integrated with this bamboo forest, and he wanted to be one, unhindered, unhindered, unhindered, and naturally separated from each other.

It's as if he wasn't dancing the sword at all, didn't shuttle through the bamboo forest, didn't exist in front of him.

Yuwen Qinghe covered his mouth, knowing that he had seen a new world that he had never seen before.

It turns out that in this world, there is such a magical swordsmanship.

It is neither domineering nor fierce, unlike those masters in the deep mountains and old forests of the Northland, swinging knives with a strong wind, and the sound is terrifying. As soon as the knife came down, the blood soared so high that even a stone had to be cut in two, and it was impossible to resist.

Despite this, Ke Yuwen Qinghe deeply understood that if those masters faced Mr. Ye at this moment, no matter how fierce and ruthless the knife was, it would be useless.

No matter how powerful they are, how can they compare with all things in heaven and earth?

I don't know when, Yuwen Qinghe knelt on the ground, and a voice in his heart shouted frantically, "I want to learn this swordsmanship from Mr. Ye, I must learn it, and avenge Yuwencheng and Peng Yi! No, I want revenge, but I want to have such a swordsmanship, there is such a magical and mysterious swordsmanship in the world, if I can't learn it, what sword will I practice?"

At this time, Ye Yunsheng collected his sword momentum and stood in the bamboo forest, a bamboo leaf on his head slowly fell, collided with his white jade lotus crown, and then slid down from his hair and stopped on his shoulder.

He didn't notice it, just stared down at the ground in front of him.

The crowd did not say a word, not daring to disturb his meditation.