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Chapter 143: Cutting Dust

Late at night, reincarnation peak, front mountain, stone pavilion.

After a long period of silence, Ye Xiaochuan didn't know when, he sat on the bench beside Yun Qiyou, only two or three feet away from Yun Qiyou, and the fragrance emanating from Yun Qiyou's body was like nothing.

It doesn't seem to be the aroma of rouge gouache, but the woman's innate faint body fragrance, which makes someone's heart flutter slightly, as if forgetting the deep hatred that this beautiful woman has robbed her twice.

Gradually, Ye Xiaochuan found that the beautiful Yun Qiyou with a chin in front of her didn't seem to be interested in herself, her clear eyes and all her thoughts were on the moon that was gradually rising.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly felt a trace of depression in his heart for no reason, and a trace of loss. But soon, this emotion disappeared, and his attention gradually shifted from the body of the stunning woman beside him to the slash dust stuck in the snow-white scabbard at her feet.

According to the sword god Situ Feng's predecessors, Wu Feng and Qi Chen are the grudges that are entangled in the three lives and the seventh life, and it takes nine thousand nine hundred years to resolve the resentment of these two swords after the seven lives, Situ Feng's predecessors and Su Qinglian's predecessors are the sixth life, and he and the cloud begging in front of him are the seventh life.

If these words are true, he is wondering, is he and Yun Qiyou, such a peerless beauty, in a relationship in the future?

After thinking about it, it seems that the masters of the previous six generations of these two swords have no good end, does it indicate that it is impossible to spend a full moon between himself and Yun Qiyou, but as Situ Feng's predecessor said, either he killed Yun Qiyou, or he died under her sword.

After a while, Ye Xiaochuan thought again, this dust cutting seemed to have been placed under a forbidden enchantment by Situ Feng's predecessors back then, sealing the fierce aura of the dust chopping dust, and now this seal seems to be a little unstable, will Yun Qiyou be like Su Qinglian, the previous master of the dust cutting six thousand years ago?

When all kinds of emotions lingered in his heart, Ye Xiaochuan slowly stretched out his hand, and wanted to reach out to pick up the dust that was leaning on the bench.

However, Chopping Dust was on the other side of Yun Qiyou, and he was wandering out of the world at the moment, and when he stretched out his hand, he didn't grab the divine sword, but touched the arm of Yun Qiyou, who was sitting in front of him looking at the moon.

He immediately came to his senses, hurriedly retracted his hand, smiled dryly, and said, "I...... I just want to see the dust cut...... Nothing else......"

Yun Qiyou still propped his arms on the bench and supported his chin, tilted his head and glanced at Ye Xiaochuan, and said, "Are you interested in cutting dust?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "I just want to see, last time I was thinking about saving you when I was thinking about the cliff, but I didn't have time to take a closer look." ”

Yun Qiyou held his cheeks with one hand, picked up the dust beside him with one backhand, handed it to Ye Xiaochuan, and said softly: "You can watch it if you want to." ”

Ye Xiaochuan was taken aback, a little hesitant, and didn't dare to take the snow-white divine sword from Yun Qiyou's hand.

Yun Qiyou was a little surprised, and said, "Don't you want to see it?"

Ye Xiaochuan swallowed his saliva and said, "It's really okay?"

Yun Qiyu said: "What does it matter?"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Until now, the dust has never been unsheathed, there are countless people who want to see your sword, are you really willing to let me see it?"

Yun Qiyou's always cold face, but at this moment, a hint of a smile suddenly appeared. She pursed her lips and smiled softly, as if her eyes like ten thousand years of ice melted.

Yun Qiyou's shallow smile, like a hundred flowers blooming, like fireworks exploding, like a white snow lotus hanging alone on the glacier, budding in the violent cold wind, revealing a bit of beauty and gentleness in the cold.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

A smile captivates the city, and then a smile captivates the country.

Her smile is very shallow, without any softness, but at this moment, in Ye Xiaochuan's eyes, this slight pursed lips, that shallow smile, seems to be the legendary looking back and smiling Baimeisheng.

This little pervert and big pervert suddenly became a little stupid. It seems that all the flowers in the world have lost their color in front of this beautiful woman who shows a faint gentle smile.

Yun Qiyou saw that Ye Xiaochuan's eyes were staring at him, almost drooling, his face looked like a pig's head, the shallow gentle smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and the expression of displeasure and disgust followed.

After a long time, after seeing the faint displeasure on Yun Qiyou's cheeks, Ye Xiaochuan's body trembled, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and reached out to take the world-moving Nine Heavens Divine Soldier in Yun Qiyou's fair-skinned hand.

Yun Qiyou said: "It's very rude for you to stare at a woman with such obscene eyes. ”

Ye Xiaochuan quibbled: "This is not a trivial look! This is appreciation! Everyone has a love for beauty, is it possible that you are so beautiful that you can't be seen by people? Then you might as well lock yourself in the house every day and never come out!"

"Stagger!"

With a crisp sound, Ye Xiaochuan had already pulled out the sword scabbard, and there were many ancient inscriptions on the snow-white sword, which were similar to the inscription patterns on his own Wufeng, all of which seemed to have been lost in the world for many years.

It was the first time for Ye Xiaochuan to watch the dust so closely, the three-foot-one-inch sword body was as white and flawless as a snowflake, and the small pattern inscriptions deeply engraved on the sword body were like flowing clouds and water, and the agility and softness seemed to imply the Taoist Tai Chi way, which was so beautiful and so soft.

Ye Xiaochuan was surprised, reached out to touch the soft patterns on the sword, and muttered: "Why are there so many soft lines on this sword, why haven't I heard of it before." ”

Yun Qi said faintly: "Chopping dust out of the sheath is often accompanied by dazzling white light, except for a few people who watch the chopping dust up close, most of the elders and seniors of Cangyun actually don't know what the chopping dust looks like. ”

In the quiet bamboo forest, Ning Xiangruo and Yang Liudi were shocked, and their jaws were about to fall off at this moment.

They were far away from the stone pavilion, and they didn't see the shallow smile of Yun Qiyou's upside-down sentient beings just now, they only saw the little junior sister handing the slash dust to Ye Xiaochuan, and then Ye Xiaochuan took the slash dust out of the scabbard and looked at it carefully.

Yang Liudi came back to her senses for a while, and said in a low voice: "Senior sister, have you seen it!" Little junior sister has always regarded it as a cut of dust in life, and at this moment it is handed over to Ye Xiaochuan to play with! There must be something between these two! My God, is it ...... little junior sister and Ye Xiaochuan?"

"Shut up!"

Ning Xiangruo let out a low cry, interrupting Yang Liudi's slightly ambiguous speculation, at this moment she had a serious expression and strange eyes, and said: "This kind of thing of chasing wind and shadows, you must not talk nonsense!"