Li Feng's question, the young man was at a loss, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"The sword goes with the heart, moves with the heart, and there is no room for the slightest flaw. Li Feng took a deep breath and said.

The boy remained silent.

"For the teacher to live up to Li Gaoseng's last wish to teach you to practice the sword, I hope that you can cut off the fetters in your heart with the sword in your hand, instead of lingering on the hatred in your heart, thinking day and night about cultivating the sword and becoming a master to take revenge. Li Feng said earnestly.

"That's it, anyway, whether it's a blessing or a curse in the future depends on your own creation, for the teacher tonight to pass on what you have learned all your life, fall into the dust and eight swords, you can do it yourself. Before the words fell, the mountain wind entered the forest, rolling up countless fallen leaves, Li Feng's sleeves stirred his long beard and swayed, and his body was like a dragonfly bending over the water. The long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath after a low hiss, and in an instant, the entire Lanyue Pavilion was full of blue light, and the sword light covered the bright moonlight in the night sky.

The boy looked at the night sky obsessively, and his heart fluctuated.

This is the Tiangang Sword Realm?

"Look at it. Above the night dome, the middle-aged man danced his sword and went straight into the sky, and the blue light in the sky turned into a cotton ball of light and mist wrapped around the three-foot Qingfeng.

The first style of the eight swords in the dust, the eight desolations of the sword dance!

"Six reincarnations and eight desolations, holding the sword and going straight down to the sky!"

Li Feng's wrist turned and his body was fluttering, and countless sword lights pierced the night sky, filling the sky and flowing down like meteors and moons.

Whoosh... Wherever the sword rain went, the trees broke at the waist.

"Turn!" The Qingfeng sword in Li Feng's hand swept away, and thousands of sword lights drew a beautiful arc and turned rapidly.

"Out!" Li Feng gave an order, and the sword rain sprinkled and went straight to a mountain in the distance.

Bai Yun was stunned.

Sword, how can it be?

The lightning flashed towards the dew, and the ten thousand sword rain crashed into the distant mountain, like rolling thunder and smashing down.

Boom, boom... After a loud sound of shaking the mountain, the mountain was cut off from the waist, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

Falling dust eight swords second style pine welcome snow!

"Cangsong is a ruthless thing, welcome the snow and go straight to Lingyun Palace!"

Li Feng read the formula, his sleeves were up, and his left hand turned into a two-finger trick and brushed the sword body, only to see the sword body blue light dragon soaring, and the next moment the middle-aged man swung the sword straight out.

A cyan sword light shot out from the sword body and fell straight to the bottom of the cliff.

The blue light flashed, and the bottom of the cliff was pierced by the sword light, leaving a large hole.

The blue light flashed on the Flying Peak Lanyue Pavilion, and the middle-aged man on the top of the sky descended like a fairy.

Outside the meditation hall, the woman with a single and beautiful posture looked at the sky of the Lanyue Pavilion, the sword used to be the life of the man who vowed to wipe out the injustices of the world, but since the man who was like him died, he did not close the sword and seal the sheath, he hated the sword in his hand, hated that the sword in his hand could not save the common people, nor could he save the man who carried the whole world on his shoulders, what was the use of the sword in his hand? The woman had not even seen this man draw his sword out of the sheath for a long time after forgetting how long she had never seen this man draw his sword out of the sheath.

There was a white-haired drunkard old man lying on a big tree, the old man shook the wine gourd in his hand and said in surprise: "I can't imagine that Li Feng, a stupid boy, has not touched a sword for more than ten years, and then he still turns his hand into the clouds and covers his hand for rain, and the power of the eight swords in the dust does not decrease but increases, and it is not far from the Flood Sword Immortal, right?"

"If Jian Xin is also there, then wouldn't it be the double sword of Jixia, invincible in the world? The old man laughed to himself, but his smile grew bitter.

In the night sky, the blue light flashed, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and one after another cyan sword light pierced the sky.

Li Feng showed the first seven swords of the dusty swordsmanship one by one, the sword dance and the eight wildernesses, the pine drank the snow, the great river came from the east, the immortals flew outside the sky, the immortals pointed the way, the heaven and the earth were ethereal, the wind and snow and the moon, the mountains in the distance had already been full of holes, and the dust was flying, but the last move was not used.

"Collect!" The man on the top of the sky waved his arm, and the Qingfeng sword was awe-inspiringly unsheathed, without dragging mud and water.

Li Feng turned around, and his robe fluttered and fell back into the pavilion.

Bai Yun was fascinated, still indulging in the amazement of the right talent.

"Bai Yun, do you remember?" asked Li Feng.

The young man with the iron sword came back to his senses and nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Anyway, the Eight Swords of the Falling Dust are the essence of the master's sword for thirty years, you haven't been learning the sword for a long time, it's really difficult for you to learn so soon, it's too hasty for the teacher. Li Feng sighed slightly, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

"No, Master, I want to learn!" the young man's eyes were resolute.

Li Feng looked at Bai Yun deeply: "Okay." ”

Next, Li Feng passed on the formulas and moves of the first seven swords of the Eight Swords of the Falling Dust to Bai Yun, and each of the eight swords of the Falling Dust was comprehended by Li Feng in the basic moves of heavy blows, stabs, teasing, wiping, piercing, hanging, drawing, and lifting the sword, which can be described as the essence of the sword. And the Eight Swords of Falling Dust must be integrated with the internal strength of the body and the inner law to be perfect, which is why Li Feng wants to let Bai Yun lay the foundation first and then practice the sword, as for the last move, Li Feng only said that this move is not a sword move.

It took almost an hour for Bai Yun to memorize the mantras and moves of the Eight Swords of the Falling Dust in his heart.

"It's not too early, so remember it and go back to rest." Li Feng waved his hand and said.

Bai Yun consciously remembered the essentials, and seeing that Li Feng was a little tired, he nodded and left Lanyue Pavilion with his sword.

When the boy completely disappeared into the forest, the man flicked his sleeves and inserted the Qingfeng sword with the sword sheath into the floor, the bluestone paved floor was smashed to pieces, and Tian Feng turned over the broken stone slab and dug out a jar of daughter red.

Li Feng sat cross-legged in the Lanyue Pavilion, shook his daughter red in his hand with mixed feelings, tore open the red paper that sealed the wine, and a strong aroma of wine came to his nose.

"Do you remember, we have been practicing swords here since we were children, and this jar of wine was buried by you and me together, and we said that we would come here to taste wine and enjoy the moon when we were old. Li Feng raised the wine jar and looked at the bright moon.

Wow, Li Feng's hand bowl tilted slightly, and sprinkled his fragrant daughter red in front of him.

"Drink!" The middle-aged man with a blank look picked up the wine jar and drank it in a big gulp, the wine overflowed and flowed down his beard and robe, Li Feng didn't care about it and only drank in large gulps.

Putting down the wine jar, Li Feng smiled bitterly.

The moonlight is like water, and one person, one pavilion and one daughter are red on the Moon Pavilion.

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The rapid scenery of the year, the cold comes and the summer comes, and when the yellow leaves fall to the end of the mountain and enter the winter, the mountains are verdant and clothed in a layer of white.

The moonlight is intoxicating, the snowflakes are fluttering, the young man in the Moon Pavilion swings his sword and turns around, the sword is like a rainbow, and a bear with red spots on his eyebrows is lying on the side and sleeping.

Since the last time Li Feng taught the eight swords of the dust, Bai Yun changed the place where he practiced swords every day here, one came here to be quiet and pleasant, and the sword practice needed to be as calm as water, and the second came to the moon pavilion with unlimited scenery, and the sword practice here was open-minded and twice the result with half the effort.

After a round of sword moves, Bai Yun put away his sword and looked at the mountain in the distance, asking in his heart: "Why can Master use the Eight Swords of Falling Dust so easily? It's been three months, but I haven't even touched the skin of the first move of the Eight Swords of Falling Dust." "I was a little stunned when I thought of this white cloud.

"Senior Brother Baiyun!" When he was at a loss, Bai Yun suddenly heard someone shouting his name behind him, and when he looked back, a blue-robed Taoist priest under the moonlight rode a lazy black and white cat, stepping on layers of snow and slowly walking, the strange thing is that tonight the Taoist priest did not hold a book in his hand as usual, but carried two frozen hares, the sleeping little monster opened his eyes when he heard the movement, Yun lightly glanced at it a few times and then turned over, and continued to curl up into a ball and fall asleep.

Practicing swords on weekdays, the little monster is always inseparable from the white clouds, the white clouds practice the sword and get thirsty, the little monsters go into the forest to get a lot of wild fruits to quench the thirst of the white clouds, the white clouds smile and stroke the fur of the little monsters, and the feelings of one person and one bear accumulate more and more over time.

"Senior Brother Mo?" After Bai Yun saw the figure of the man clearly, he said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

The blue-robed Taoist priest rolled down from the back of the big cat and walked into the Lanyue Pavilion, shook the snow on his body, raised the hare in his hand and smiled: "You should be hungry at this hour, right?"

Bai Yun touched his stomach and looked at the moonlight hanging high in the night sky, only to realize that he had forgotten the hour because he had been too engrossed in sword practice.

After a busy meal, the blue-robed Taoist priest lit a bonfire in the Lanyue Pavilion, and after the frozen hares thawed, the blue-robed Taoist priests skinned and deboned them.

The blue-robed Taoist priest stretched out his hand in front of the bonfire and exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and said: "The weather is really cold, but fortunately, you and I have good luck tonight, and we can eat the roasted hares of Shangjixia Mountain. ”

Bai Yun looked at the hare on the bonfire with a surprised expression, and said curiously: "Senior Brother Mo, I heard that only Feilai Peak has a rule for opening meat on Jixia Mountain, why are you so good?"

Mo Tianxiang scratched his head and smiled: "Once I was studying in Nixia Peak, I was really hungry after eating the dry food, and I happened to meet Uncle Feixia who was vomiting in the forest, and Uncle Feixia made a roasted hare with local materials, and the taste was really haunting." ”

Mo Tianxiang laughed again: "Uncle Feixia said that there are so many wild games on Jixia Mountain, you can't finish eating, you can't eat it for nothing, and I don't eat it for nothing, and besides, I'm on Feilai Peak now, as the so-called local customs, guests follow the host." ”

Bai Yun almost didn't vomit blood after hearing this, this Wu Feixia is too temperamental, he actually took the dignified big disciple of Bun Xia to open meat, and regarded the Taoist rules as if they were nothing.

Bai Yun suddenly remembered his childhood companion, who had not seen him for six years, and he didn't know how he was doing.

Bai Yun said in a hesitant voice: "I heard that the scenery on Nixia Peak is picturesque, and Wu Feixia and Uncle Wu are one of the only two Tiangang Realm powerhouses in Jixia, Senior Brother Mo, do you have a little bit of interesting information about Nixia Peak?"

Mo Tianxiang pursed his lips and shook his head: "I haven't seen Uncle Wu for a long time, Uncle Wu has always seen the head but not the tail of the dragon, and I haven't seen his shadow when I go to Luoxia Peak several times. ”

Bai Yun's eyes fell slightly silent and nodded.

"What's wrong?" Although Mo Tianxiang is a nerd with a good stomach, his eyes are bright and clear.

Bai Yun said truthfully: "I have a friend who has fallen under Uncle Wu's door, and I don't know what happened to him. ”

"Oh, you're talking about Xiao Gu. Mo Tianxiang flipped the hare on the bonfire, quite a bit of a chef's style.

"Yes!" Baiyun's eyes lit up, waiting for the following.

"Uncle Wu took Xiao Gu to the bottom of the mountain to cultivate, Uncle Wu's temperament is a little strange, maybe the power of overlooking all beings on the top of the mountain is not like this?" Mo Tianxiang replied.

After learning about the recent situation of his companion, Bai Yun's brows relaxed again, he silently turned his head to look at the snow-covered mountains and forests, and said in his heart: "I don't know when I will be able to meet Xiao Gu who is gradually leaving?"