Xiao Cheng suddenly felt a little ridiculous, a masked woman came inexplicably, and inexplicably gossiped, and tacitly did not ask the identity of the other party from beginning to end.

There is a saying that where you don't meet in life, why do you have to know each other when you meet.

He is self-aware, and he and this masked woman are completely different levels in terms of cultivation, and I am afraid that I happened to meet it today, and in the future, I am afraid that I will not see each other again, so the identity of the other party becomes unimportant.

It's just that he is very curious, what kind of face is hidden under the black veil of this female swordsman, very ugly or very beautiful?

The female swordsman was wrapped so tightly and quite mysteriously that he couldn't help but want to see the true face and see what a woman with such a free and indifferent temperament looked like.

However, this kind of thought was dispelled by Xiao Cheng as soon as it appeared, this female swordsman in black probably has no leisure to satisfy his curiosity, and it is good to stab you in four holes with two swords.

Xiao Cheng thought of this, but saw the female swordsman stretch out his hand and prepare to lift the black veil of the hat, copy it aside, and immediately looked at the female swordsman intently, lest he miss the moment when the female swordsman's appearance appeared.

The female swordsman didn't pay attention to Xiao Cheng's gaze at all, and stretched out her white hand to lift the thin light veil on the hat......

But what disappointed Xiao Cheng was that the female swordsman was not the true face under the light veil, the female swordsman was still masked, revealing only a pair of delicate phoenix eyes, the phoenix eyes were clear, cold, indifferent, focused, sharp and beautiful, the cold light was shining, as if it could penetrate a qiē, in short, it was a pair of eyes that looked down on the world.

Xiao Cheng has seen many pairs of beautiful eyes, Yu'er's indifferent and deep amber eyes, Yao Yao's clear and unusually beautiful eyes, Ning Qianxi's dusty apricot eyes, etc., and he has always felt that no matter how beautiful he is, he will not be moved.

But seeing the eyes of the female swordsman, he couldn't help but be stunned, these beautiful eyes are beautiful, and more importantly, the will hidden in them makes people can't help but want to distinguish which one they belong to, but they are trapped in them and can't extricate themselves.

Xiao Cheng just glanced at it, and there was a stinging pain in his eyes immediately, which was a hundred times stronger than the stinging pain engraved on the wall, like ten thousand needles and needles, and his vision immediately turned scarlet, and he didn't need to look at it to know that his eyes were already bloodshot.

Xiao Cheng hurriedly retracted his gaze, and couldn't help but sigh secretly that the sword intent was so powerful, the sword dao attainment was probably incredibly high, he knew that this female swordsman was very strong at the beginning, and now he knew that it was so strong.

The sword intent in her eyes was not deliberately revealed by the female swordsman to make Xiao Cheng deflated, but naturally revealed, and it was natural.

The female swordsman discovered Xiao Cheng's predicament, and said indifferently and slowly: "Don't look around, it's not good for you, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Xiao Cheng felt a sense of frustration, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, shook his head helplessly and smiled: "It's really a good afterthought, you should have said this earlier." ”

Although he only glanced at it in a hurry, Xiao Cheng became more and more curious about the true face of the female swordsman, and wanted to see what a female swordsman with such a pair of eyes looked like.

The female swordsman didn't care about Xiao Cheng's complaints, but the meaning of her eyes was very clear, and she had to see who she could blame.

"Knock!" the female swordsman flashed in her hand, and a wine jar appeared, which casually slammed into the wooden table with a muffled sound.

The jar is large enough to be hugged with both hands, and there is no decoration on the jar, like an ordinary porcelain jar, which is sealed with a jade lid.

Xiao Cheng's expression moved, the female swordsman took out the wine jar and naturally wanted to drink, it was impossible to drink with her face covered, and she immediately cheered up again, her eyes couldn't see, she could look elsewhere.

The female swordsman didn't speak, pressed the gorgeous sword weapon with a length of one meter three on the table, made a crisp sound, took out a wine bowl, and uncovered the jade lid of the wine jar.

As the jade lid was lifted, the simple living room was immediately filled with a rich and soothing aroma of wine, which lingered on the tip of the nose and could not be dispersed. Smelling the fragrance and knowing the wine, Xiao Cheng also likes to drink, and when he smells the fragrance, he concludes that this is a jar of excellent wine.

The female swordsman was very graceful and unelaborate, raised one leg and stepped on the bench, followed the direction of the bench, leaned her back against the wooden pillar in the living room, and a pair of towering doublet silhouettes loomed, the whole person looked extremely casual, and quite had the heroic and free meaning of a chivalrous man.

The female swordsman took the wine jar and poured a bowl of wine for herself, and when the wine was poured into the wine bowl, a colorful mist immediately rose, and the aroma of the wine was mouth-watering.

The female swordsman copied the fragment in one hand and the wine bowl in the other, as if there was no one around, and studied the copy fragment while drinking, and used the book to accompany the wine, so unhappy and free.

What disappointed Xiao Cheng again was that the mask on the female swordsman's face was not gauze, it seemed to be some kind of magic weapon or magic weapon, and she didn't need to take off the mask to drink at all, and she was destined to not see the true face of the female swordsman.

However, she noticed that the female swordsman's wrist was tied with a white belt two fingers wide, which was not affected by gravity and fluttered at will. Xiao Cheng guessed that this white sash should be a special mark of the sect to which the female swordsman belonged.

Each sect has a unique mark, which is used to show the sect to which the cultivator belongs, and the most intuitive is the uniform costume, which directly shows the name of the sect, such as Kunlun Holy Land......

But there are also many sects that do not have uniform clothing, so they use some special marks, such as badges, belts, etc., he thought about it carefully, and he did not think of any sect that used a belt as a mark, and there was no text on the belt.

Xiao Cheng shook his head, simply didn't think about it, and frowned as he watched the female swordsman drink by herself.

He likes to drink, but he is not a wine worm who can't walk when he smells wine, and he won't envy others when they drink, but the female swordsman's attitude of drinking as if no one is drinking makes him feel quite uncomfortable.

The female swordsman looked at his copy fragment, although she also gave him the back part, but he couldn't see it, at this time, there was wine and one person to drink, it doesn't matter what kind of strong person you are not bullshit strong ...... Wang Ba ate the scales and was iron-hearted, and he wanted to drink wine.

Thinking of this, Xiao Cheng took out a large wine bowl, silently pushed the large wine bowl to the center of the wooden table, and then looked at the wine bowl without talking nonsense.

When the female swordsman found Xiao Cheng's actions, she was slightly stunned, there seemed to be a slight smile in her eyes, and she said indifferently: "If I were you, I wouldn't drink this wine!"

Having said that, the female swordsman was not stingy, and as she spoke, she picked up the wine jar and filled Xiao Cheng's bold large wine bowl that could hold three or four catties of wine.

The female swordsman poured the wine with her own hands, not to mention the head of the first-class sect, even the head of the top ten holy lands felt honored, and it was not certain whether she dared to drink it or not.

However, she obviously didn't care about these red tapes, and poured a bowl of wine when she was in a good mood, and she was undoubtedly in a good mood at this time.

Xiao Cheng took the large wine bowl and said without being salty or light: "That's it, it's a pity that I'm not you!"

After Xiao Cheng finished speaking, he picked up the wine bowl, sniffed the aroma of the wine, and only tasted a sip of wine, although he was already mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but praise the good wine.

The wine is not spicy in the throat, but warm, moistens the heart and lungs, and is extremely sweet, just like the pleasure of a long drought and sweet rain into the earth.

When the wine came to the inner house, the strength of the wine immediately dispersed to the limbs, and the cells of the whole body seemed to come alive, and it was very comfortable.

A wave of air flowed all over the body, the turbid qi sank, the clear qi floated up, and the body instantly became much lighter, and it seemed that it could immediately soar from day to day. And this wine seems to be able to cleanse the Dao heart, the Dao heart is clear, and any troubles are thrown out of the clouds in an instant.

At this time, Xiao Cheng finally understood the true meaning of the female swordsman's words, not stingy, but out of good intentions, he drank this wine, I am afraid that no wine will be able to enter his throat in the future, but what will happen to him in the future.

The swordswoman looked at the fragment of his copy, and he got such a bowl of wine, at least enough for it.

Xiao Cheng opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity, hearty, he hadn't been so happy for a long time, but he saw the female swordsman stretching out his hand with slender and slender fingers, shaking his hands into a fist, and immediately understood what the female swordsman meant, which was to make a fist and drink.

It's not bad, it's very good, isn't it! The strength can't be compared, isn't it okay to draw punches?

Immediately, Xiao Cheng looked at the large wine bowl in his hand, his face couldn't help but darken, if he lost, he would be bored in one sip, three or four catties of wine, and he would die, but fortunately, no one stipulated that he had to be bored.

The friendship is deep, I don't even know the origin of the name, where the friendship comes from, drink it casually, so much so that I feel that this female swordsman is not as impersonal as it seems on the surface, and she is a very casual person.

"A little red, seven skillful, three legs, twin peaks high, nine heavens......" Xiao Cheng came casually, all of them were the previous smooth fist drawing commands, anyway, just draw the fist and call out the number.

"Three-star photo, five kuishou, six six shun, eight immortal bridges...... You lose, drink!" The female swordsman didn't care how Xiao Cheng shouted, and while looking at the fragments, she stretched out her fingers to draw her fist without being salty.

"You're losing, drink!"

"Drink ......"

Xiao Cheng only felt unscientific, he came back and forth for more than a dozen times, but he didn't win once, according to the probability, winning or losing should be one to one, even if the female swordsman is good at punching, she won't win every time.

This wine is not strong, but it is extremely intoxicating, Xiao Cheng is already a little drunk every time he loses a sip, he is drunk and flirts his sleeves, and says: "This time I am serious! Don't cheat!"

"So what?" said the female swordsman lightly.

"Hmph, let's change the way we play and make it more difficult...... Rock-paper-scissors ......" Xiao Cheng shook his head and said seriously.

Rao is a female swordsman is calm and indifferent, but when she hears Xiao Cheng's drunken words, she will inevitably be stunned.

But she doesn't pay attention to it, rock-paper-scissors is rock-paper-scissors, although it seems a little naïve, but boxing is boxing, where does it come from, it's just a different way to play.

So the two of them made their own gestures and began to rock-paper-scissors, but Xiao Cheng was still defeated, and he didn't win once, so he was bored.

"What do you mean by stretching out three fingers?" the female swordsman looked at Xiao Cheng's gesture and asked indifferently.

"Uh, I'm drunk! Come again! I won't believe it!" Xiao Cheng saw his own gesture clearly, smiled, and said unconvinced.

Continuing rock-paper-scissors, Xiao Cheng was still defeated, and felt more and more treacherous, how could this female swordsman seem to know what he was going to do every time, although he drank a little high, he was basically sober.

"How do you know what I'm going to do every time?"

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~RS