The residual heat of noon had just faded, and the mountains seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, faintly so faint that people could not see clearly.

There are specks of light under the dense shadows of the trees, which is a rare shade.

"Looks like you're recovering well!"

The wind blows gently, caressing the tender green leaves, and rattling through the forest, sounding harmonious and wonderful.

A small piece of mahogany is squarely placed in the shade of the tree, the brass incense burner is emitting green smoke, and a touch of antique tranquility fills the heart, which makes people relax.

The two figures sat in the forest looking at each other, but their movements at this time were completely different.

There was a bottle of bamboo leaf green baked in the small stove, and Long Yanran was sitting next to the desk, watching the hot wine while watching Ji Ran who drew his sword and got up.

"The strength has recovered seventy percent, and it will take two months to return to ten percent!" Ji Ran looked at the sword in his hand, and stabbed forward a few more times, quite annoyed.

"What's the hurry! With your injuries at the time, it's already very good to survive, and you're not satisfied!" Long Yanran glanced at Ji Ran, and didn't pay attention to the greedy fourth son, just took care of his own hot wine, and looked not far away.

"Really?" Ji Ran had a smile on his face, his sword was tucked into his sleeve, proudly independent, his breath and breeze were one, and his restrained posture made people unable to feel his existence.

Suddenly, he moved, and the blade of his sword was pointed straight at him, rushing forward, so indecent. A chilling murderous aura penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but the sword in his hand hung down violently before the castration was over.

"West to the water!" Ji Ran shouted softly, thinking that this was the name of this move.

The blade slashed across the ground, raising a bits of sand and dust in the space.

"The wind stops the love!" He drank his name again.

The sword blade that came out of the sky did not fly up by castration, Ji Ran rotated strongly in the air, and the sword in his hand rotated with his wrist, and the move was not weird.

"Feng Wumian!"

His moves became faster and faster, not at all as if he had just been seriously injured, and his every move seemed to have a thrilling power.

Long Yanran looked at the son in front of her, with a different look between her eyebrows.

Time passed quickly, and Ji Ran's sword also danced very fast. If it's really ten steps to kill one person, you won't stay for a thousand miles!

Speaking from his heart, the swordsmanship he danced at this time was not very profound, but it contained a smart momentum, and the sword light was sometimes reverberatory, sometimes graceful and soft, and sometimes never returned, exquisite and indescribable.

Long Yanran never said a word. She stared at Ji Ran, who was dancing. And the light is much more complicated, and it is not as profound as it was just now.

"Seeking the Phoenix Sword Technique?" Long Yanran asked tentatively!

"That's good!" Ji Ran seemed to remember something, and suddenly lost interest in continuing to dance.

"How could this sword technique be so powerful?" Long Yanran said.

"There is nothing impossible, there is no strength or weakness in swordsmanship, if my master is here, even the simplest stabbing and geshu will have a different power!" Ji Ran sat beside Long Yanran, grabbed the hot wine, poured two glasses, and said, "This is the first set of swordsmanship that my master taught me!"

"Your master, Wudang Sect Leader Zhang Songxi?" Long Yanran was quite surprised, and her two willow leaves were furrowed together. He really couldn't understand why the closed disciple of this Heavenly Rank Master would learn such a shallow swordsmanship.

"Yu Mingyan!" Ji Ran drank the bamboo leaf green in the cup in one gulp, his handsome face was bitter, obviously he didn't want to mention this name.

"Palm Sword Xuan Zhongjun??The world's number one beauty has bright eyes?" Long Yanran gently covered her mouth with her hand, and reported a series of names that were enough to make any woman jealous!

Yu Mingyan, a legendary woman, superb martial arts, and a world-class appearance, these names that ordinary people seem to be out of reach, all of them are concentrated on her alone.

It seems that only this woman is perfect in the world.

"En!" Ji Ran nodded noncommittally, but there were countless waves in his heart. So far, he still can't forget the woman who taught him swordsmanship for six years, her smile, every muscle and every word are deeply imprinted in his heart, and he can't forget it!

A gust of wind mixed with the fragrance of mandala flowers flowed through the land, waking up the boy who had fallen into memory.

Ji Ran stared at the jade cup in his hand, and then said: "The master taught me for six years, and those were my happiest six years! I remember the first time I met the master, she rescued me from dying, gave me food, clothed me, and taught me martial arts, but it's a pity that ...... It's a pity ......"

After that, no one knew what it was, Ji Ran still couldn't say it after all, he really didn't know how to say it.

"No wonder you can worship under the door of the palm, okay, come on, drink!" Long Yanran diverted the topic and poured him a full glass of wine.

"Haha, don't talk about it, why don't we have a toast!" Ji Ran smiled suddenly, and returned to his usual optimism.

"What is Caitou?" Long Yanran was also interested.

"I owe you 400,000 taels, or I will lose 10,000 taels if I win a game!" Ji Ran had already made a calculation in his heart.

"What if you lose, don't tell me you still have to pay on credit!" Long Yanran glanced at Ji Ran and smiled softly.

"Have you seen this Painted Heart Sword? This is the Palm Sword Xuan Treasure, how about it? If I lose twenty times, I'll give you the sword!" Ji Ran thought for a while before taking out the Painted Heart Sword like cutting flesh.

"You really dare to bet, you even took out the painting heart!Aren't you afraid of losing?" Long Yanran glanced at Ji Ran, but there was something else in it.

"What are you afraid of, I can't bear the child to trap the wolf!" Ji Ran replied suddenly, but his tone was full of helplessness.

"Let's start with it! Let's take the scenery in front of us as the theme, and each person has a poem!" Long Yanran smiled and said: "The red clay small stove, the green ant new roasted wine, the late day is snowy, can you drink a cup?"

"This ...... Eh, okay, I'll pick it up!" Ji Ran's face collapsed and said: "The two of them drink the mountain flowers and bloom, cup by cup." I'm drunk and sleepy, I can go, the Ming Dynasty intends to hug!"

The two of them have a back and forth with each other, and this wine is quite lively!

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"Where is this?" As the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone in, Ji Ran opened his eyes tiredly, but his memory was still stuck on yesterday's wine table.

"Shhhh

"Damn it, what about my sword?" he was lying on the bed, not restless, looking around for the sword of the painted heart. But, then I remembered something.

I have to say that Ji Ran lost really badly yesterday, not only did he not pay back the money he owed, but he also lost the sword.

"Awake?" walked in from outside the door, carrying some light food in his hand.

"Well, if you lose, you almost commit suicide!" Ji Ran smiled bitterly to himself, with an inexplicable bitterness in his tone.

"You really don't have a brain, and the holy pro-order of Wen Tanhua is compared with poetry and wine, who is to blame if you lose?" Long Cheng also smiled and shook his head.

"I-didn't I forget?" Ji Ran touched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.

"Haha! This time the palm is not slaughtering you!" Long Cheng's expression at this time was quite gloating.

"My son's light body and kung fu are unparalleled in the world, no pressure! Anyway, the old man can't catch up with me. Ji Ran pursed his lips, obviously not paying attention to it, and said, "If there is anything else, let's say it together! I don't think you came here early in the morning to talk nonsense with me!"

"A letter has been sent from the Snow Harrier, sealed with copper skin and silver, it should be for you!" Long Cheng handed out a letter with a rather solemn face.

"Haha, you didn't open it to see?" Ji Ran grinned and tore open the secret letter in his hand with a big grin.

But after a glance, his expression was completely different.

"What's the point?" Long Cheng couldn't help but be curious, and asked.

"There's big trouble!" Ji Ran's face turned pale, completely hiding his smile, and he stretched out his hand and stuffed the letter to Long Cheng.

"What's wrong?" Long Cheng hurriedly unfolded the secret letter, but there were only eight words to see: "There is a change, come to Xingqing quickly!"