Xie Tingcheng was standing in the peach blossom forest, looking at the love of the city in her hand in a daze, she had already gotten up and washed up from the moment of the rooster's crow today, and then came to the peach blossom forest to wave the three-foot long sword in her hand The love of the city, from three quarters to three quarters at noon, nearly five full hours.

Xie Chengcheng only slept for an hour and a half last night, and even read three sword books realized by well-known swordsmen before going to bed.

Nowadays, the peach blossom forest has long been free of the beautiful scenery of thousands of miles of peach in full bloom, and all the peach blossoms have turned into spring mud to protect the flowers.

The flowering period of peach blossoms generally starts in March and lasts for about 15 days, and if the temperature is too high, the flowering period may become shorter.

When flowering, it is necessary to ensure that there is enough light to keep the soil dry and loose, otherwise it will affect the growth of the next year.

Xie Chengcheng takes great pains to prolong the blooming time of peach blossoms every year.

Every year in March, Xie Chengcheng will ask everyone in Shenjian Villa to take a hoe to fertilize and water the loose soil of each peach tree, and take care of each peach blossom tree carefully.

Fortunately, thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Xie family had already thought of this, and set up a large array in the peach blossom forest, changing the climate and temperature of the peach blossom forest for thousands of miles.

Xie Tingcheng once heard Xie Wangsun say, there is a cave in the world called Ningbi Cliff, which is a place where a master of the world lives in seclusion, where the four seasons are like spring, and the stone wall of Ningbi Cliff is full of green and green, red, purple and purple, full of strange flowers and flowers, fragrant and contemptuous, straight through the nose.

It's a blessed place, but that's it.

Although the scenery of Meishan is magnificent, the beautiful mountains and rivers are beautiful, but compared with the blessed land, there is a little less fairyland charm after all.

Xie Qingcheng thought to himself, if the peach blossoms are planted in Ningbi Cliff, then all year round, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, it is beautiful, like a fairyland.

Xie Tingcheng wanted to take a look at the peach blossoms in full bloom, and she met the white-robed boy countless times in her dreams.

She wanted to take the cardamom youth, the white-robed young man she knew, to invite him to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the peach blossom forest in Shenjian Villa, and drink the peach blossom wine made by her own peach blossoms under the peach blossom tree.

The Seven Swords of Shenzhou gathered in Meishan, she was fortunate to learn from Bai Yutang's mouth about the recent situation of the white-robed young man in the past, she really didn't misunderstand him, he was still the young man she once knew, and there was no change in the slightest.

He is chivalrous, chivalrous, and does not hesitate to risk his life, go deep into the enemy, and annihilate those heinous thieves and gangsters on the rivers and lakes, he is worthy of being the son of the Qilin swordsman Shen Renwang, he is still so arrogant and cold, although his face is cold, but his heart is very hot.

There is fire in the heart, there is light in the eyes, a chivalrous swordsman, but that's it.

She wants to practice swords, fresh clothes and angry horses, sword rivers and lakes to carry wine, and wait for him to climb the plum and challenge the sword villa, I don't know what year, month, and day I need to wait, why not ride the horse and the rivers and lakes by myself, fight the sword, ride the wind and waves, hang the cloud sail, and go to the rivers and lakes to find him.

She noticed the Seven Swords Descendants of Shenzhou, the level of the Seven Swords, and the cultivation of Xuangong, and she knew the proportions in her heart, and the person with the highest cultivation was Chu Zeyun, the descendant of the Qingcheng Spirit Sword, who was on the fourth floor of the day after tomorrow.

Her current cultivation has just reached the peak of the fourth floor.

Xie Chengcheng felt that his qualifications were the same as those of the Seven Swords of the Divine Continent, perhaps this was a supreme honor for others, but as a descendant of the Xie family of the Divine Sword Villa, this was far from enough.

Xie Tingcheng is really not very satisfied with his Xuangong cultivation now, and for other young people in the Hongmeng world, if he can be eighteen years old and reach the realm of the fourth floor of the day after tomorrow, he is proud of himself.

If you are born in a martial arts family, among the immortals on the mountain, you will definitely be cultivated by the ancestors of the clan with all their might.

Xie Tingcheng had no sense of accomplishment in her heart, she was not because she was comparing herself with her younger brother Xie Feiyan.

Xie Feiyan, a martial arts wizard who is at the level of a demon who defies the heavens and is rare in a thousand years, as an older sister, how could she not know that her younger brother is carrying an immortal bird inheritance.

If Xie Feiyan hadn't reached the realm of the seventh floor of the third floor of the day after tomorrow, Xie Qingcheng would feel incredible, and he suspected that the immortal bird had really become a dead bird.

Xie Tingcheng just felt that since she was a descendant of the Xie family of the Divine Sword Villa, the holy land of martial arts mythology, she had only reached the peak realm of the fourth floor of the day after tomorrow at the age of eighteen, and she was really gloomy.

Even if he reported his name when he was fighting with people in the Sword Rivers and Lakes, he was embarrassed to say that he was a descendant of the Xie family of Shenjian Villa.

The lost four years have been lost, and there is no way back, and since it has passed, let it pass, so now we can only work hard to move forward.

Xie Qingcheng knew that the white-robed young man was also practicing swords at the moment, and his motivation was even greater than hers, just because he had hatred and hatred in his heart, which became the source of motivation for him to keep moving forward and climbing the peak.

Perhaps, at this moment, the white-robed young man may be fighting with people somewhere in the rivers and lakes, with more than one enemy, relying on his tenacious will, unremitting efforts, waving the three-foot long sword in his hand, seeing the right time, killing the enemies one by one and even annihilating them all, breaking through the limit little by little in a desperate situation, surpassing himself, completing the casting of the sword heart, and becoming a real swordsman.

Xie Tingcheng felt that she couldn't do it herself, but now that she was in the realm of the third floor and the fourth floor of the day after tomorrow, she wanted to become stronger, she hoped that one day the two of them would meet again, she stood in front of him, she hoped that her sword cultivation would be at least similar to him.

Xie Tingcheng even wanted to ask Xie Yuyan to help her cultivate in the Dan room, she knew that she couldn't be like her younger brother, she could be like an old monk who could endure the Nine Turns of Fire Cloud Array in the Qiankun Creation Furnace, which lasted three days and three nights of raging flames.

She wanted Xie Yuyan to help her formulate a set of cultivation patterns that were suitable for her current Xuangong realm to quench her body and refine her soul, and she also wanted to use this method to make up for the four years she had lost, otherwise she would not be the fourth floor realm on the third floor of the day after tomorrow.

Xie Tingcheng knew that Xie Yuyan had prepared a set of step-by-step body refining and soul refining plans for Xie Feiyan, and she had this bold idea in her heart, and she also wanted to try it.

Perhaps, her physical fitness can't reach Xie Feiyan's level, but she can reduce the difficulty by one or two levels, and within the range she can bear, help her forge a new physique and help her complete a new transformation.

It's just that Xie Yuyan has been engrossed in Xie Feiyan's cultivation progress recently, and Xie Feiyan is also undergoing the flame test in the Qiankun Creation Furnace, so Xie Tingcheng naturally can't disturb his younger siblings' cultivation cooperation plan.

Otherwise, it would be a sin to delay Xie Feiyan's progress plan for refining his soul.

Today happens to be the day Xie Feiyan leaves the customs, and Xie Yuyan has already told her that Xie Feiyan will leave the customs three days later.

This time, Xie Feiyan came out of the Qiankun Creation Furnace, and the next trial didn't need to be so nervous, everything went naturally.

Xie Tingcheng thought about discussing with Xie Yuyan today, and let his fairy sister tailor a body refining and soul refining plan for her sister.

Xie Tingcheng wants to be stronger, she really wants to be stronger.

She is different from her younger brothers and sisters, she has absolute confidence in Xie Feiyan, Xie Feiyan will definitely be able to achieve the position of earth immortal in the future, inherit everything in Shenjian Villa, and become the greatest pride of the descendants of the Xie family for thousands of years.

Sister Xie Yuyan was born with incense, eccentric, talented, controlling beasts, proficient in beast language, in the past, there were monks who threatened, Xie Yuyan is a fairy in the world who survives in the red dust, how can it be a general.

Only Xie Tingcheng herself, this sister just has a skin that captivates the country and the city.

If you can't achieve the position of a human immortal and break the shackles of the day after tomorrow, even if you take more natural treasures, there will be a dull day, your face is easy to age, and your flowers are not red for a hundred days.

At that time, what else did she Xie Chengcheng have?

Therefore, she wants to become stronger, she wants to become a human immortal, and even the realm of earth immortals, as long as this can break the curse of red face and easy old age, live with heaven and earth, compete with the sun and the moon, and fight with the heroes.

She is waiting for him, waiting for the white-robed young man to discuss the sword, as long as she is successful in swordsmanship, she doesn't need her younger brother to fight, she is a descendant of the Xie family, she can also fight, she once said to her, wait for me to marry a young man with long hair and waist.

As a descendant of the Xie clan of the Divine Sword Villa, the holy land of martial arts mythology and swordsmanship, since he said it, how could he regret it.

Although the two can't love each other in this life, they can kill each other vigorously on the top of Meishan.

Xie Tingcheng and Shen Lang, meeting friends with swords, the battle of the two swords, not only divides the superior, but also decides life and death, my father killed your father, then you, as a son, killed the daughter of the "enemy", you Shen Lang killed me Xie Tingcheng, and everyone will be even.

Xie Chengcheng has been immersed in sword practice for a long time, and over time, she thought of these tedious things in the future, perhaps this time was too drunk in sword practice, and she only slept for two hours a day, and the lack of sleep caused her to be cranky.

Xie Tingcheng did not deny it, she looked at the green and penetrating love in her hand, and recalled the past when she was looking for a sword in Meifeng, a heavenly sword in the past.

This sword was brought back from the sword mound by Xie Tingcheng back then, why did he choose this sword, maybe it happened that the sword name of this sword was "Love in Allure", and these four words were engraved on the sword body, which is the so-called fate.

No one knows who forged the sword, it is too old to verify, and there is no record of the origin of the sword.

There are 100,000 swords in the Peach Blossom Forest Sword Shrine of the Divine Sword Villa, and the Heavenly Sword Meifeng itself is like a heavenly sword piercing into the sky.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are countless swords of large and small strange shapes, most of the swords have long been impossible to verify, and even some swords still fly by themselves, fall from the sky, and land in the sword mound.

This love in Allure is destined to belong to Xie Tingcheng.

When Xie Qingcheng was looking for her own sword in Tianjian Meifeng, she looked at the sword all over the mountain, she was not in a hurry, she was not in a hurry, she was visiting Tianjian Meifeng, with a happy mood, all the way from the foot of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, it can be said that she was watching the flowers, nodding and shaking her head at the large and small swords that were inserted all over the mountainside, not to mention how much she liked it, and how much she hated it, but this sword all over the mountains made her heart full of shock.

She was tired of walking, so she sat on the stone steps, maybe she had walked for too long, and she fell asleep, but when she woke up, she found that she was no longer on the steps halfway up the mountain, but lying on the green grass on the top of Tianjian Meifeng, and there was a sword inserted by her side, and the sword sheath was inserted into the ground together.

Xie Qingcheng looked around, and found that there was no change around the top of the mountain, the mountain wind blew her three thousand hairs flying messily in the wind, at that time, she was only five years old, although she was on the top of the mountain, there was no one, but she was not afraid, this is the Xie tradition, where the descendants of the Xie family were five years old, they climbed to the sky to choose the sword.

She couldn't understand why she had fallen asleep on the steps, and why when she woke up, she found herself on the grass on the top of the mountain, and there was an extra sword by her side.

It was a silver-handled green sword, the sword body was turquoise and thorough, like green grass and willow catkins, the silver hilt was accompanied by golden hooks, its shape was like the burning of the sun's flames, the spine of the sword was suddenly barbed, and the whole sword was thin and thin.

Xie Tingcheng liked this sword at first sight, she pulled the sword out of the ground, and then pulled out the sword, the sword light was compelling, the light was great, the sword body could reflect her charming eyes, and even her eyelashes were clearly visible, like a bronze mirror mirror.

Five-year-old she can't put it down, just because this sword is too beautiful, when she observes carefully, but also found that the sword body and the hilt contact sword body carved with four small seals, the handwriting aura is lovely, although it is carved by people, like the sky, the green four-character small seal is 'the love of the city'.

Perhaps, this is the fate in the dark, Xie Qingcheng didn't care why, she obviously fell asleep on the mountainside, but when she woke up, she found that she was on the top of the mountain, and she couldn't figure it out anyway.

This sword is called Love in a Fallen City, and that's the answer!

She is waiting for the arrival of this sword, and this sword is also waiting for her, and the long wait between the sword and the master across thousands of years will not compose a song of love in the future.

Xie Chengcheng holds the love of the fallen city, wields a three-foot sword flower, acts chivalrous and righteous, punishes evil and promotes good, even if it is placed in the book, the heroine has a handsome face, sinks the fish and the geese, closes the moon and is ashamed of the flower, and wears the three-foot long sword of the love of the fallen city at the waist.

Such a country and a city, the country is fragrant, heroic, and the female sword fairy who wears the waist and the city is also a romantic figure through the ages, leading countless heroes to bend their waists, and people and swords are legends.

A call from the attacker broke Xie Qingcheng's thoughts.