Chapter 143: Sword Intent

"Since you've come to this point, I have no reason to refuse!"

Lin Xuan stretched out his right hand, grabbed the black token in front of him, and played with it in his hand.

The other side.

Lu Ying listened to Lin Xuan's words, her eyes flashed slightly, and her face was expressionless, as if she was standing in the cold wind and felt sorry for herself.

"Senior brother, please!"

She stretched out her hand to Ding Jie and invited him into the formation.

Lu Ying's meaning was obvious, if Ding Jie could enter the formation intact with the token, she would cooperate with him in the following ways.

When Li Yue heard this, she smiled slightly.

"If Senior Brother didn't deceive us, why don't you demonstrate it yourself?"

She and Lu Ying have an indescribable tacit understanding, both of them think that Ding Jie has to prove the authenticity of the token in advance.

Lin Xuan watched this scene quietly and didn't say a word, although he also wanted to express his position very much, hoping that Ding Jie would enter the formation, but in the end he chose to be silent.

In order to take care of the current "brother" relationship between the two of them, he can only stand aside and paddle.

"Good!"

Ding Jie nodded, and did not refute, he held the token in his hand and walked straight towards the blood pool, but just as he was about to enter the formation, he suddenly stopped.

Li Yue's eyelids were one, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Lu Ying, afraid that something would go wrong.

"Don't forget our agreement. ”

As soon as the words fell, Ding Jie's figure disappeared in the pool of blood.

"Huh!"

A strange light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, and he opened the folding fan in his hand and waved it gently.

"I'm lowly in cultivation, why don't you two go in first?"

Under the blood-colored moonlight, Li Yue was wearing a long skirt and slowly showed a charming smile at Lin Xuan.

Her long hair was fluttering, perhaps because of the effect of the blood-colored moonlight, and her glass-like complexion had a haunting charm that made her feel intoxicated both physically and mentally.

Anyone who glances at it will feel a fluttering heart.

Lin Xuan looked at this scene and couldn't help but be stunned, although Li Yue's appearance under the blood-colored moonlight was enchanting, it was full of loneliness and loneliness, just like plum blossoms blooming proudly in the wind and snow alone in winter.

The peerless beauty in front of her stood quietly in the quiet moonlight, the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, and there seemed to be a trace of sadness in her clear eyes.

At this moment, a refreshing fragrance suddenly came, smelling this smell Lin Xuan seemed to be in the deep mountains and old forests, and there was even the sound of a quiet spring murmuring and a hundred birds singing in unison.

In a trance, Lin Xuan's thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

On a mist-shrouded mountain, a graceful woman slowly plucked the strings, her white hair scattered over her fragrant shoulders.

She wore a pale green dress, the hem of which was spread on the ground, like a blooming epiphany, and the mere reflection of her back was enough to tarnish the heavens and the earth.

Xiaomeng?

Lin Xuan was a little distracted, and his mood was also a little restless.

He will never forget the senior sister Xiaomeng he saw in his dream, let alone the fireworks in the sky back then, and the peerless posture of the other party.

At this moment, seeing this figure again, his emotions couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

The breeze caressed it, and Lin Xuan's mood became heavier and heavier.

A few pink peach blossoms came with the wind, they swayed, they were moving, stretching their graceful figures, falling from the sky.

The petals, which exuded a faint fragrance, lingered around the figure, and finally fell to the side of the other party's long skirt.

"Zheng!"

The person playing the piano seemed to notice the peach blossoms on the hem of her skirt, and she suddenly stopped her movements and turned around slightly.

Right here and now.

Look at each other.

A trace of disappointment and a hint of melancholy flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, but these emotions were all fleeting and disappeared quickly.

The other party's body shape and temperament are the same as Xiaomeng, and even the white hair on that end is exactly the same, but it is not Xiaomeng, but Li Yue.

Magic?

Charming?

Lin Xuan had long known that Li Yue had secretly released the illusion on himself, but he didn't want to crack it easily, in the final analysis, it was to not expose his strength.

But it wasn't until he saw the figure that looked like Xiaomeng that all superfluous thoughts were left behind by Lin Xuan, and he even had a moment, hoping that time would always stop at that moment, hoping that he could get closer.

It's just that after seeing Li Yue, all the hopes in his heart were shattered and shattered completely.

Although Li Yue is beautiful, she can't replace Xiaomeng after all.

Just like the dream back then, although he had already understood the way to leave the dream, he finally chose to accompany Xiaomeng and accompany her to the last moment of his life.

Although Lin Xuan didn't want to admit it, he had actually unconsciously had Xiaomeng's figure in his heart.

He had already engraved Xiaomeng's smile firmly in his heart.

Lin Xuan's heart is complete, with his current state, he can become a lover in an instant, and he can also become an extremely ruthless person in an instant, everything is just a thought.

But at this moment, he still chose to indulge, even if he knew that everything was false, but after all, he embarked on the road of moths to the fire.

"Long time no see!"

Lin Xuan smiled lightly, looking like he was greeting an acquaintance.

"Long time no see!"

The other party also showed a faint smile, which was enough to teach a woman in the world to be ashamed of herself.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and forcibly fantasized Li Yue's appearance into Xiaomeng.

"How have you been?"

Li Yue in his eyes finally became Xiaomeng's appearance, and her charming and colorful posture was like the beauty in his memory, still elegant and elegant.

Lin Xuan's heart couldn't withstand the attack of the fragrance, and gradually became intoxicated.

The familiar bursts of fragrance were so refreshing, and they penetrated into Lin Xuan's heart in a few breaths.

"I've been doing well lately!"

Her voice was clear and ethereal, just a few words, which made Lin Xuan's eyebrows full of embarrassment.

"You ......"

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the other party's face, but his hand finally stopped in mid-air.

He didn't know in what capacity he was supposed to do it.

Friend?

Bro?

The bits and pieces of the past seem to be right in front of you, but looking back on the past, you are just devastated and unable to ask for it.

Lin Xuan once quietly looked for a deep winding path to visit Xiaomeng when the night was hazy.

However, on the way, he did not know what to face her, so he finally had to stop, put on the robe of starlight, and set out on the return journey.

Lin Xuan was never afraid that Xiaomeng would think he was eccentric, what he was afraid of was that Xiaomeng didn't have him in his heart.

When it was cold from a high place, Xiaomeng hid in the depths of Taoyuan, but she didn't know that Lin Xuan was quietly standing in a no-man's corner and staring at her.

When he was in a dream, Xiaomeng's frowns would always come to Lin Xuan's mind inadvertently.

For decades, Lin Xuan sat in the dusk sunset, tasted a sweet spring, held an ancient book, and sat quietly in a corner silently watching Xiaomeng.

He has a lot of things on his mind, although he has never told outsiders, but his eyes have hidden her appearance from beginning to end.

Xiaomeng was full of emotions and sat restlessly, and Lin Xuan was also saddened by that wisp of sorrow.

He didn't know Zhou Xiaocao's intentions, and it wasn't until he saw Xiaomeng for the first time, when Lin Xuan felt his dusty heart beating, that he realized it later.

Only can be extremely affectionate, so it can be extremely sword. Although his swordsmanship was powerful and terrifying, he still lacked a trace of agility after all.

No matter how varied his swordsmanship is, it is always a high-minded charm.

Swordsmanship is a dead thing without life, but once it is given life, doesn't it become a living being?

The road of life is difficult to walk, full of life and death, joys and sorrows.

But if a person integrates his own feelings into swordsmanship, doesn't he make the sword move "live" and become an unimaginable trick in the world?

When Xiaomeng resolutely said goodbye to him, Lin Xuan stood proudly at the end of the world with one person and one sword, and few people could understand the taste in his heart.

Seemingly leisurely and chic, he accompanied Xiaomeng until the other party died.

And at this moment of reunion today, he really understood everything.

The sword has a sharp edge and does not show its shape, and the heart is the sword, which is the hidden sword.

After hiding the sword for many days, he finally understood the meaning of hiding the sword.

What he is hiding is a sword, and it is also sword intent.

Meaning is the harmony of the virtual and the real, which is both born from the unexpected and contained in the image.

Sword intent is the swordsman's comprehension of the sword to reach an unprecedented realm, and this realm is called sword intent. Sword intent is an extension of the sword, which has both the nobility of the sword, the arrogance of the sword, and the sharpness of the sword.

Today, under the unintentional actions of others, Lin Xuan realized the sword intent by mistake.

Although this is a change in swordsmanship cultivation, it should still be regarded as a change in him, and after anyone understands the sword intent, he should be sharp.

But instead of being domineering now, Lin Xuan had a sad and sad expression.

Li Yue and Lu Ying looked at this scene, and they were quite speechless in their hearts.

No one would have imagined that a cultivator who seemed to be extremely scheming would show a broken liver and intestines under the effect of illusion.

......

The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

I remember the first time I saw Xiao Apple, and the two hearts were Luo Yi.

The lutea strings say acacia.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

The mottled years have precipitated memories, and Xiaomeng has finally become a lingering obsession in his heart.

I still remember that year, they joined hands to climb the mountain and became famous all over the world.

The moonlight fluttered with the clothes, silently. They bask in the glow of fireworks until dawn.

Everything at that time was like a dream, and when he recalled all this again, Lin Xuan suddenly felt that all the good things in the world were gone with the light of day, and they would never be returned.

Lin Xuan looked at the person in front of him stupidly, silent, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

That year, you played the guqin, and the bright moon was as clear as jade, floating like a colorful cloud, which made people break their hearts and souls.

Even the vicissitudes of life can't match a faint smile on the corner of your mouth.

The chaos and sorrow are inexhaustible, and the high autumn moon shines on the lonely.

Thinking of the past, Lin Xuan only felt more and more bitter, but more helpless.

Unconsciously, Xiaomeng turned out to be a lingering existence in his heart.

What surprised him even more was that he would realize the sword intent that a swordsman dreamed of because he missed her.

All this ...... It's kind of ridiculous......

Lin Xuan shook his head slowly, he let out a long sigh, his eyes were full of embarrassment.

The moon shadow is swaying, and there is no one to visit, and there is an indescribable loneliness in his heart at this moment.