"Agreed, Senior Brother Lu. Lin Chuyun took the sword, saluted, and said coldly.

Lu Zhijing stood in place, speechless for a long time.

Faced with such a result, everyone dispersed in a hurry.

"You are right, Lin Chuyun won, these bets are all mine. Han Yang said with a smile to the person who opened the market.

The man sighed and said in frustration: "Okay, good, I really didn't expect that such a strange thing happened to me, Lin Chuyun was able to win, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it is difficult to chase after a word, these bets are all yours, I am willing to lose the bet!"

Han Yang smiled and pocketed all the bets.

"However, I also want to ask you, how did you expect that this Lin Chuyun, a disciple who had just been promoted to the Disciple Hall, would be able to defeat Senior Brother Lu Zhijing, who had been cultivating in the Disciple Hall for more than ten years, in less than two months?"

Han Yang laughed and said, "Hahaha, of course I know, I've experienced this taste myself!"

Han Yang said and turned away with all the bets, leaving only the bettors behind him stunned.

Lin Chuyun actually won, and many people can't admit this fact in front of them.

For a long time after this competition, Lu Zhijing rarely spoke again, even if he met other disciples who called him Senior Brother Lu, he just nodded and said no more.

The cold came and the summer went by, and just like that, the time of the year passed like this. Lin Chuyun has also gradually grown up, in a year, Lin Chuyun not only practiced swordsmanship diligently, every night, he ran to the pond in the back mountain to further practice his internal skills, a year's time, I don't know if it was because of the nourishment of the juice of the ginseng, or when he reached the age of growing his body, Lin Chuyun's height jumped and became a young man with a jade tree in the wind.

At the age of sixteen, his eyes contain half maturity and half pride.

A handsome face has been revealed.

After a year of cultivation, Lin Chuyun's internal strength has already cultivated the fifth layer of Dao Yunlan Divine Skill, and Lin Chuyun at this time is already stronger than Lu Zhijing.

On that day, Lingyunmen ushered in distinguished guests, and Qingshuimen came to visit.

The head of Lingyun Gate introduced Uncle Li Shuyue and Shen Luoxue of Qingshui Gate into the Lingyun Palace, and several people saluted one by one, and Uncle Li Shuyue of Qingshui Gate said: "Senior Brother in charge, since the fall of the Demon Sect, I thought that there would be a peaceful day in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, but I didn't expect that Nalan Haoge, who was once one of the eight protectors of the Demon Sect, gathered the old people of the Demon Sect and reorganized it into the Gate of Life and Death. That Zhenyan King, who covets the Central Plains, is bound to rely on the momentum of life and death to invade the Central Plains, and we and other martial arts people in the Central Plains must be guarded against!"

The head of Lingyun turned his back on his hand, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "Now, the gate of life and death is powerful, and there are more than 10,000 people under the door, and sooner or later it will pose a threat to the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains. However, Senior Brother Li Shuyue came here this time, I'm afraid I didn't discuss this matter, right?"

Qingshuimen Li Shuyue clasped her fists and saluted: "Yes, as expected by the senior brother in charge, this matter can be discussed in the long run, the current matter is that Songyangmen intends to unify the Central Plains martial arts, and what he has done is not the same as my decent people in the Central Plains, so I have come to discuss with the senior brother of Lingyun!"

The head of Lingyun twisted his beard and muttered for a long time before he said slowly: "Yes, this matter must be considered in the long run!"

"Then, what does the senior brother in charge think, our Central Plains martial arts are decent, we have always been in the same spirit, supporting each other, the matter of Qingshuimen is the matter of Lingyunmen!" Uncle Li Shuyue said loudly.

"Well, let me think about it again, after all, Songyangmen is also my decent person, but since Li Xiao's nephew left, Xuanqingmen has no leader in the Central Plains martial arts, so Songyangmen took advantage of the weakness to enter, in the past two years, Songyangmen's strength has indeed doubled, not to be underestimated!" Lingyun said.

"First of all, please ask Senior Brother Li and all the junior nephews to rest in Lingyun Mountain, this matter will be discussed in the long run!" Lingyun paused for a long time, and then said slowly.

"Okay!" Li Shuyue and the others all bowed.

It's night, the moon is clear, and the wind is smooth. It's just that in Lu Zhijing's bedroom, there is only a lonely and melancholy soul.

Lu Zhijing, for a year, he has spent time in a muddy nightmare, but he didn't expect that the people of Qingshuimen would climb Lingyun Mountain again.

And Lu Zhijing him, he didn't expect to see Shen Luoxue again.

At this time, Shen Luoxue, dressed in plain clothes, with a dignified face, no longer had the slightest flying posture of the day, only the face of the shy flower in the closed moon still made people look at it and delight the soul.

A long, long time ago, that year Lu Zhijing was still a young man with strong blood, by chance, he met Shen Luoxue, as if in a peach blossom season, that indescribable face, contains Lu Zhijing's deepest annotation for the future, for love, for possession and power.

Yes, when he first saw Shen Luoxue, he fell in love with her.

The first beauty in the rivers and lakes, Shen Luoxue.

In Lu Zhijing's bedroom, on that piece of rice paper, Lu Zhijing used his most affectionate pen power to write down two words that he had practiced for ten years: falling snow.

Every year when the snowflakes fall, he kisses the breath of the first snow in the cold wind, ten years of sword practice, he wants to get ahead, he wants to cross the rivers and lakes, in that day of fame, calmly face his beloved, and say the most innocent words: Shen Luoxue, I love you.

The word "falling snow" drifted slowly in the night wind.

Lu Zhijing raised his head and took a sip of wine, he was already drunk, and the moment he saw Shen Luoxue again, he was already drunk when he saw Shen Luoxue, who was dressed in plain clothes and had no trace of blood on his face.

Alcohol makes a person lose all his sanity.

However, what made him lose hope was that after ten years of sword training, he lost to his junior disciple, Lin Chuyun, who had only been promoted to the disciple hall for two months.

He is not a genius, he understands that he can no longer get ahead in the rivers and lakes, and he can no longer have any intersection with Shen Luoxue.

He was drunk, drunk and messy.

The stumbling footsteps slowly walked towards the back mountain.

A pot of wine drowned a dream of rivers and lakes. In this world, he has finally become a complete loser.

A jug of wine, in his hand, he raised his head and drank it all, tossed the jug aside, and slowly walked away into a dark depths with his remaining memories.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he walked to the north of the back mountain, in front of a cliff.

The cliff is no more than fifty feet high, and under the moonlight, it looks exceptionally clear.

Lu Zhijing didn't know why he came to such a place, he didn't know why he came to such a fateful place in the dark, he walked in front of this cliff in a drunken and hazy night.

But in front of him, there was a man standing.

Her white clothes are fluttering, her eyes seem to contain endless longing, her side face, like the begonia flowers in the middle of the night, that touch of resentment, how many rivers and lakes chivalry are moving, her red lips, in the autumn breeze, seem to exude a quiet fragrance.

In front of Lu Zhijing's eyes, it was none other than the number one beauty in the rivers and lakes, Shen Luoxue!