Looking at the radiant Ye Liuyun, Zhao Beihong's heart also surged.

"Qingyue... Qingyue... The sky is clear, and the moon is in the sky. Good name!

It seemed that because he hadn't met something that made him happy enough for a long time, Zhao Beihong stretched out his big hand forward. The fairy sword chased the sea and had a spirit in his heart, turning into a streamer and flying into his palm.

"Good nephew, you finally did something that made me happy as an uncle. Just for your sword, I'll teach you an extra trick of my fame. Keep my eyes open and look closely!"

Zhao Beihong flew straight out of the cliff with the sea, regardless of whether Ye Liuyun could understand it or not. One man and one sword, flying up and down between the white clouds.

"Living in troubled times, his heart is not at ease. Fight with the sword, and be in a dilemma. The avenues of the world are vast, and I wait for the wind from Evian. Where the three thousand worlds go, they have been sitting in the world for a thousand years. ”

Watching Zhao Beihong dancing his sword in the clouds, Ye Liuyun's eyes were shining.

Good sword!

What a spirit!

Zhao Shibo is really a model for my generation, and the scholars talk about the rules and are reasonable. When you see injustice, you should speak up. Cowering, barely surviving. How can we educate sentient beings, and how can we bring about peace and prosperity!

Speaking of Qingyue, Ye Liuyun followed suit on the edge of the cliff and began to dance his sword.

Who would have thought that after a thousand years. Two readers, gathered in one place. They dance the sword not for themselves, but also for themselves, and the Tao in their hearts has long been ingrained.

As time passed, the two gradually came to a better pace. Inextricable opportunities dragged the two to one place. The movements of the two are the same chic and extraordinary. If there was a third person present, it would definitely not be able to tell who was the one who had just cultivated.

Zhao Beihong discovered this wonderful situation between him and Ye Liuyun very early. I haven't broken through for a long time, and I have a faint feeling that I want to break through the last barrier. Gradually, the rhythm slowed down, and while dancing with a sword, he observed the young man on the edge of the cliff.

Ye Liuyun's expression was focused, and the literary movement and sword intent on his body continued to merge. Zhao Beihong believes that it will not be long. Maybe two hundred years, or less. The name of the Wenru Sword Saint is none other than the young man in front of him.

Quietly waiting for the opportunity he wanted, Zhao Beihong once again shifted his attention back to the sword dance. The tips of the two swords stirred the white clouds on Lanque Peak, sometimes surging, sometimes dissipating. There was a sun shining in the sky, shining on the two swords.

I don't know when, Zhao Beihong has come to Ye Liuyun's side. The two of them still focused on the sword, and they were all focused.

The sword intent of the two fused into one, and Zhao Beihong saw that the time was ripe, and suddenly shouted.

"Ye Liuyun! Look at the sword! April is a cold spring!"

Suddenly put the sword into his arms, Zhao Beihong held the sword in both hands, bowed and walked sideways. The fairy sword rushed to the sea, and the streamer suddenly skyrocketed!

Leaning for a moment, holding one hand at his side, and swinging his sword one after another with the other. Sixteen sword rays came first, overlapping each other. The criss-crossing sword light cut the white clouds into sixteen voids and quickly dissipated into the sky.

With a loud shout, Ye Liuyun was like an initiation. The young man with condensed sword intent watched intently at Zhao Beihong dancing the sword alone. It wasn't until Zhao Beihong swung his last sword that Ye Liuyun sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhao Beihong did not hesitate, sixteen sword rays slashed out, and threw the fairy sword back into the clouds and mist. The middle-aged man flicked his sleeves and disappeared on the edge of the cliff without looking back, and the young Ye Liuyun meditated alone, and there was silence all around.

He has done everything he can do. Just like Hanhai Booksuka, how much you can catch depends on Ye Liuyun himself. Back in the cave, looking at the few green bamboos he had carefully cultivated, Zhao Beihong's face felt a look of pain.

But it was only in an instant that the middle-aged man made up his mind. Carefully fiddling with the formation among the few bamboos, it took him a long time to get back on his feet.

If it weren't for various reasons, I might still be a little reluctant. One last glance, the green bamboo that grew most luxuriantly in the small bamboo forest.

Both hands pinched their fingers, and the magic circle on the ground emitted a faint light. The bamboo seemed to have received some kind of induction, and fiercely resisted Zhao Beihong's formation.

The two sides come and go, and in less than a stick of incense, Zhao Beihong's face has sweat dripping on the ground.

The emerald green bamboo has been pulled out of the ground a lot, and I don't know if the bamboo itself is particularly fragile or because of some other reason. Zhao Beihong is still carefully controlling the strength of the bamboo pulling.

The two were busy with their own business, and in the blink of an eye, two days passed. Ye Liuyun slowly opened his eyes, looking at the sea of clouds outside the cliff, facing the rising sun, his eyes were resolute.

In the past two days, the condensed sword intent has always gathered in the young man. At this time, it has been precipitated for two days and two nights, and the mystery is even more obvious to Ye Liuyun himself.

The clear moon suspended above his head flew into the palm of his hand, and Ye Liuyun's whole body was full of aura. Looking at the endless tumbling white clouds, the white light in Ye Liuyun's hands was sheng.

"April Spring!"

The sixteen sword rays were as fast as thunder, and in just a few seconds, all the sixteen sword tricks were swung.

Looking at the faint sword light in front of him slowly disappearing into the clouds, Ye Liuyun sighed slightly.

"Is that really the case? ”

As if he had already known the ending, Ye Liuyun was not too concerned about it.

"Good. ”

Behind him, I don't know when, Zhao Beihong appeared there.

"Young man, don't be arrogant or impatient, you're very good. ”

First, it was a chance to send a chance, and now it is a sword trick and a way to protect the road. Ye Liuyun no longer has the slightest strangeness to Zhao Beihong. For this hot-tempered uncle, Ye Liuyun is still grateful from the bottom of his heart.

"Uncle Shi, this trick is cold in April, and the disciple will not use it again in the future. ”

"Oh, why is that?"

Looking at his uncle's serious expression, Ye Liuyun felt even more guilty.

"The disciple is dull, and the master does not hesitate to spend thousands of years to protect the disciple. It's a pity that I don't have the best qualifications. ”

Hey, I thought this kid could say something different. Zhao Beihong, who was full of expectations, was still thinking about how to deal with it so as not to lose face as a teacher.

Two days ago, this kid was very smart, how could he practice the sword but he was more like his junior brother. Glaring at the young man, Zhao Beihong scolded.

"Don't nitpick here, take your Qingyue out of Lanque Peak. That friend of yours is dying, get out of here. Don't upset me. ”

Ye Liuyun didn't know why Uncle Shi was angry with him again, but he really couldn't stay here for a long time to save people's hearts. Uncle Shi said that he could leave, that is, he could. I didn't think much about it, and quietly walked to the edge of the cliff.

"Next!"

Behind his back, the middle-aged man happened again.

Ye Liuyun turned around suddenly, reached out and grabbed a touch of emerald green thrown by the middle-aged man.

Spread out his palm, a small emerald green sword that looked like jade but not jade lay quietly in his palm.

"This sword is called Yingzhu, so it's my gift to you. ”

Although the middle-aged man was careless, the warm current slowly spread to Ye Liuyun's body through the small sword. Gently coil your hair behind your back and pin the little green sword to your bun.

Ye Liuyun folded his hands in front of the middle-aged man and bowed to the end again.

"Uncle Shi's great grace, Ye Liuyun will always remember it in his heart. ”

"Get out. ”

The middle-aged man didn't wait for him to make a move, lost his magic sword and turned around and returned to the cave. Ye Liuyun got up and didn't see his uncle, sighed lightly, turned around and jumped down Lanque Peak.

"Catch the sea, send him to Duckbill Peak..."