Tang Fei'er pointed with his right hand, and the pavilion above the hill on the left, without waiting for Shen Lang to answer, he performed light skills, and the person was like an arrow from the string, shooting towards the pavilion on the hill.

After listening to her words, Shen Lang didn't have time to think, and he didn't care whether the boat should be parked or not, his body flicked, an arrow step, and he had reached the shore, and he also performed the unique stunt light skill of Tianshan Mountain, and threw himself towards the pavilion of the hill, the former one moved like a rabbit, and the latter one was like a goshawk that preyed in the sky, one was fast, and the other was faster.

At the moment when Tang Fei'er's feet landed on the pavilion, Shen Lang jumped onto the pavilion like a cheetah, and the two arrived almost at the same time, but the position was different.

As soon as Tang Fei'er arrived, he also heard the sound of the clothes behind him, and instinctively turned around, just colliding with Shen Lang who came from behind, Shen Lang gently supported Tang Fei'er's willow waist with his left hand, and supported Tang Fei'er's jade arm and fragrant shoulder with his right hand.

The heads of the two were almost overlapped, Shen Lang's head was on top, Fei'er's head was down, Fei'er didn't dodge, so he gently closed his eyes and slowly leaned into Shen Lang's broad arms.

At this moment, time froze, the heaven and the earth shrank, and there seemed to be only two people in the huge heaven and earth, and the two were close to each other on the eight-square-meter small pavilion covered in white mist.

At this time, the world of the two is the whole world, and after a while, Fei'er turned around slightly, and the two hugged each other tightly, maybe this is the legendary fairy couple, a happy couple who have been unwilling to part for a long time.

After a long time, Shen Lang took Fei'er's hand and sat down on the fence of the pavilion, the two looked at each other, and they couldn't help but laugh.

"I thought you weren't here today, or you might be late. Although she couldn't finish admiring it and couldn't get enough of the other party, Tang Fei'er broke the silence.

"How could I be late? I'm not a man who doesn't keep my promises. ”

"Not really. There are too many men in this world who don't keep their promises. ”

"No matter how many men in the world do not keep their promises, I am not one of them. ”

"You're not one of them, which one are you?"

"I am the one who keeps my promises, the one who loves you. ”

"You're the worst. ”

"I'm not bad, even if I'm bad, I'm the best of the bad. ”

"If you're late today, you won't see me. Oh yes, there's no place to stay around here, where did you stay last night?"

"Stayed in a small village down the hill. ”

"That little village, I know, it's quite far from here, and you are so early, you must not have slept last night. ”

"Do you think I don't sleep? I'll tell you the truth, I slept when I slept, but I slept late, and I woke up at three o'clock yesterday, so I didn't sleep. ”

"Well, it's not too early, I have to go back, there are still a lot of things to deal with in the fort. ”

"What? You're leaving. Didn't you promise me an answer and regret it?"

"Oh, if you don't say it, I really forgot. Tang Fei'er looked at Shen Lang with a strange smile, "What's the problem?"

"A friend of mine asked me to find him some poison and take it back and buy it. Shen Lang said to Tang Fei'er with a serious face.

"The poison of the Tang Sect is never taken out, and the secret weapon of the Tang Sect is never spread out. That's not a question of paying more or less, this is the rule of the Tang Sect. I can't break it either.

If this matter is directly related to the Tang Sect, then the Tang Sect can send someone to assist or directly participate, but you are not the Tang Sect's business, and you have no connection with the Tang Sect. Let's think of another way. ”

"Where do you ask me to figure it out, I ......"

"I'm really going back, I can't stay long. In this way, you go back first today, I will take the time to find you, let's think of other ways, okay?" At this time, Tang Fei'er also felt embarrassed that she didn't give Shen Lang a satisfactory answer, and her words became much softer.

"Where did you stay last night? remember? I'll go look for you. Tang Fei'er suddenly remembered that she hadn't asked for his address yet, so she added.

"Well, that's all there is to it. The small hotel I stayed in was called 'Ruyi Hotel'. ”

"I know this little hotel, okay, you go back first. Tang Fei'er said softly to Shen Lang.

Then he withdrew his hand and got up to leave, Shen Lang grabbed her jade wrist and hugged Fei'er into his arms again, and after a while, the two kissed lightly and reluctantly separated.

"Take care!"

When Shen Lang heard this, he felt that a white shadow flashed in front of him, and Tang Fei'er had already gotten off the pavilion and arrived on the path ten meters below the pavilion. Shen Lang watched Tang Fei'er go far away, until the white shadow disappeared into a house shrouded in white mist in the distance, and he sat on the pavilion for a while.

Knowing that Tang Fei'er would not come back, he also walked down the pavilion. Seeing that the boat had not been swept away by the water, but had been swept away by the water about twenty meters downstream from where he had dismounted, and the bow of the boat rested on a bush of reeds by the river, he walked over, jumped lightly on the boat, and pushed the shore hard, and the boat left the reeds, and the man went down the water without exerting force.

Not long after, to the place where he got on the boat, he tied the boat to the old place, and returned from the top of Shenlong Peak to the "Ruyi Hotel" where he stayed last night, at this time, it was only time to eat breakfast, the people in that small village may be foggy, because the dawn is late, and now most of them have only gotten up, and some people have not yet gotten up, and it is estimated that they are still in the dreamland.

Shen Lang casually ate a little breakfast downstairs in the hotel, returned upstairs, had nothing to do, took out the snow mountain swordsmanship, read the difficult points in the "Yanqing Eighteen Waves" moves, and found the paper and pen to redraw and remarks;

Reading the subtlety, he unwrapped it, took out the sword, and compared the movements in the sword book. Yan Qing Eighteen Lang felt that some of the moves in it were not very satisfactory a year ago, some were obscure, and some of the action schemas were not in place, so he was already making some modifications.

Some moves have been modified and remarked by him, and it is found that the power of the sword moves after his modification is different, and as soon as the action is in place, the power of the sword has increased by a few points.

He practiced every move and style of Yan Qing's eighteen waves several times, and his movements became more and more proficient and smooth, and he felt that the power of this set of swordsmanship was more than ten times greater than he imagined.

But the comparison upstairs of the hotel was not enjoyable, so he decided to go to the top of Shenlong Peak to find a secluded place to practice after dinner.

The weather in the mountains seemed to be darker than other places, and most of the people in the mountains had eaten dinner, and the sky darkened, and gradually the figures became blurred, and he took the important items when he was packaged, and left the hotel, and went up to Shenlong Peak.

Fortunately, there is a moon, although it has just risen from the top of the mountain, it is not clear, but you can still see the road on the ground, and there is no problem in walking.

After about an hour, he arrived at Shenlong Peak, and saw that fifty meters in front of the left, there was a tall poplar tree, the leaves were not too dense, and then the moon also rose, and the moonlight spilled obliquely from the treetops, and a milky white light shone on the ground, as if a basin of milk was poured on the ground, wet and slippery, and people really wanted to roll on it and take a bath.

He sat down on a rock, took a long breath of fresh mountain air, and felt that even his own shadow was drunk, and such an environment did not dance under the moon, which was completely a blasphemy and waste of nature.

Shen Lang unwrapped his body, took out the sword, and practiced twice according to the description of Yan Qing's eighteen waves in the sword book, one time was better than the other, but it was a little tiring, and after two times, although the temperature in the high mountain was not high, he was already sweating profusely.

At this time, the moonlight had not yet gone right, but his figure was no longer as stretched as when he came, he walked back to the stone, sat down, and the man, the shadow, and the stone just overlapped into a whole, and he couldn't tell which was himself, which was the shadow, and which was the stone.

When he had nothing to do, he pondered the subtleties of Yan Qing's swordsmanship in the eighteen waves, the original place was not very clear, and he figured it out after pondering, and suddenly he had a cold energy, it turned out that the cold in the mountain was heavier, the sweat on his body became dry, and his body was warning him, he jumped off the stone, pulled out the sword and practiced it again.

Starting from the first move "Four Crossings of the Chishui Waves", this time, each move and each style has changed qualitatively from the previous two, and each move is used, and the power is simply extraordinary.

Practicing to the last move" "The prodigal son Yan Qingmei is famous", interest everywhere, he felt that his body and the sword were integrated, the sword qi was everywhere, the surrounding leaves fell one after another, and the last one rotated continuously, with a wave of his right hand, the sword flew into a sword circle, constantly rotating, "click", a poplar branch with the thickness of a baby's arm was cut off and fell, and the sword qi was one.

At this point, the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain Sect Yanqing Eighteen Waves has matured in Shen Lang's pondering and research, and has become a set of indestructible swordsmanship.

Shen Lang felt that this set of swordsmanship met his requirements, and returned to the hotel satisfied.

He couldn't hold back his excitement that night, firstly, he was very satisfied with the revision of Yan Qing's eighteen-wave swordsmanship, and secondly, maybe his beloved Tang Fei'er was going to come to him, so he waited in the excitement for five or six hours, and there was no shadow of Tang Fei'er, so he had to go to bed to rest.

The next day, he was afraid that he would go out by himself, and Tang Fei'er would not be able to find him, except for eating, he did not take half a step out of the hotel, and stayed in the hotel all the time, but in the evening, he did not see the slightest shadow of Tang Fei'er, but he didn't want to miss any possibility, so he stayed in the hotel honestly.

When it was past ten o'clock in the evening, he felt a little sleepy, and he didn't dare to go to bed, for fear that it would be inconvenient for Tang Fei'er to come to him and open the door, so he held the package and clothes containing the sword with both hands and lay on the bed to rest.

In a daze, he heard someone knocking on the door, the movement was very light, he began to think that it was a mouse looking for food in the corner of the door, not sure if it was a person, and even more uncertain about Tang Fei'er, so he got up and listened carefully to see if it was a mouse or a human voice, he turned over and stood up, this time he heard clearly, in addition to hearing a gentle knock on the door, there was also a human voice:

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen, are you there?"