"Since I live in this life, there should be traces of me in this world, and my voice should be in this world!"

"But if I can't break through the foundation, where do I start?"

"I'm afraid that in the end, the only one who can still accompany me is the white-clothed sword!"

"White-clothed sword, haha, white-clothed sword~"

Li Sanbai suddenly laughed, took the white-clothed sword, and jumped down from the window. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the window, there is a pool of spring water.

Li Sanbai's toes were on a lotus leaf, he had crossed the water, and when he arrived at the garden in the backyard of Wenjing Inn, the white-clothed sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and the long sword was in his hand.

The sword light flows, pulling the clear moonlight, and the sword shadow bends, elongating the shadow under the moon.

Only the shadow sings to whom, and the moon dances brightly. The sound of the sword is like a quiet throat, and the mountains and rivers should be harmonious.

The white-clothed sword in Li Sanbai's hand danced suddenly, sometimes like a white cloud, sometimes like a stream, and among the sword moves one after another, there was a scene of sword imagery emerging beside him.

The sword moves flowed, attracting traces of the avenue and condensing into all kinds of mysterious images.

From time to time, the waves of the river rush and the sea roars.

From time to time, there is a fresh breeze coming, and the water waves are not exciting.

The white-clothed sword in Li Sanbai's hand is like the arrow of the water god in the sky, attracting scenes of water in the world.

These waters, some soft, some hard, soft in the evil of all things, just when surging and surging away.

"Woo Woo Woo ~ "

The sword light danced rapidly, and the true qi in Li Sanbai's body also ran rapidly.

The routes of these true qi movements seem to be the trajectories of the Roushui Jue, but in some subtleties, they are different.

Li Sanbai waved his sword freely, and he didn't pay attention to these at this time, and between the teas, the true qi in his body had already turned for nine days.

"Boom~"

Li San's white sword dance did not stop, and the true qi in his body did not stop, and it poured into the Du Mai.

"Smack~"

"Click~"

......

One acupuncture point after another was easily broken, and in the blink of an eye, Li Sanbai's pulse had been opened!

opened up the Du Pulse, but the true qi in Li Sanbai's body did not stop, and it surged towards Ren Pulse again.

"A river of wind and rain Ren Pingsheng!"

Li Sanbai's sword light flickered, and he saw the wind and rain rushing and the smoke and rain blurred.

In the boundless wind and rain, the white-clothed sword light was like rain, and there was a sudden change that had never been seen before.

"A river of wind and rain is ...... in his life"

"Half ~ River ~ Lonely ~ Moon ......"

"Shine ~ Autumn ~ Lights ~"

Li Sanbai read word by word, and waved the white-clothed sword in his hand forward, and saw a stormy scene, with this sword giving birth to half a river.

And in the middle of the river, there is a boat like a flocculent, and a lonely lamp is like a bean.

"Boom~"

The true qi of the soft water technique in Li Sanbai's body was surging, and as his sword absorbed a wisp of indescribable things from the void, it poured into his last unopened Ren vein.

It is a wisp of "a river of wind and rain in the life, half of the river lonely moon shines on the autumn lights" traces of the avenue.

Thousands of years ago, when the Fu Xi clan created the Shuirou swordsmanship, they comprehended the artistic conception of this style of sword moves, and after the sword moves were practiced and used again and again by the emperors of the past generations and countless human races, this artistic conception gradually merged with the Great Dao and became a wisp of Great Dao traces in the void.

With this wisp of avenue traces, the soft water trick in Li Sanbai's body was really like a broken bamboo, and in the blink of an eye, he opened up one acupuncture point after another above his Ren vein.

A sword dance, Li Sanbai has been appointed as the governor!

"Boom~"

With the opening of his second vein, countless true qi surged together and headed towards Li Sanbai's dantian.

When these true qi arrived at Li Sanbai's dantian, they swirled slightly, forming a cyclone, and in the cyclone, if they could condense a little core, they could form a gas core and advance to build a foundation.

However, the condensation of Li Sanbai's dantian qi core required the Xuanqi Needle as a guide, and at this time, his Xuanqi Needle had been integrated into the white-clothed sword.

So, after a sharp spin of the cyclone, it gradually slowed down and stopped.

The sword dance in Li Sanbai's hand gradually eased and slowly closed down.

"Japanese drizzle~"

As the last sword move fell, the white-clothed sword in Li Sanbai's hand returned to the sheath with a "poof".

"Huh~"

Finally broke through to the peak of the qi training period, Li Sanbai couldn't hold it back, and howled.

"Smack~"

The window of a guest room opened, and a woman's embroidered shoes were thrown out of it, and smashed it on Li Sanbai: "You muddy head, it's not enough to dance the sword for a long time, and the ghost cries wolf in the middle of the night, and you don't let people sleep?"

Li Sanbai's eyes were quick, and he avoided the embroidered shoe, and the shoe fell to the ground with a "click".

"Hey~"

Li Sanbai smiled "hehe", jumped up, put his toes on the lotus leaf a little, and jumped in through the window of his room.

A night breeze blew, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, only when the moonlight passed through the gap in the dark clouds, an embroidered shoe could be seen lying quietly on the ground.

Early the next morning, Yan Qinghuai and Li Yue knew for the first time that Li Sanbai had broken through to the peak of the Qi training period, and they congratulated them without mentioning it.

But said that after the three of them had breakfast, Li Sanbai was taking a nap in the room, and suddenly there were two knocks on the door "tuk tuk", he opened the door and saw Yan Qinghuai Yingying standing in front of the door, holding a letterhead in his hand, and raised it to him: "Sanbai, early this morning, Zhou Shijie sent someone to deliver a letter!"

Her face was full of joy as she spoke, and her eyebrows flew slightly.

It makes her in the compelling beauty, adding a radiant beauty.

Li Sanbai saw that she was happy, and his heart was also happy, and he smiled slightly: "Oh, what did the letter say?"

Yan Qinghuai opened the letter and looked at Li Sanbai and smiled sweetly: "I came to look for you as soon as I got the letter, and I haven't read it yet!"

As he spoke, he took out the letter and read it with Li Sanbai.

But I saw a letterhead one inch long and one hand to hold, and wrote a small poem with an ink pen, the poem said:

Hwasangi, Hwasangi,

Since the king died for Nong, who did he live for?

When joy is pity, the coffin is opened.

"What is this?"

Li Sanbai read this poem, and a doubt arose in his heart.

Yan Qinghuai was also puzzled, and took the poem and read it for a long time before he made a guess: "This poem seems to describe a love story, life and death go hand in hand, unswerving!"

As she spoke, she gradually felt sad in her heart, and sighed slightly: "I don't know if I will meet such a person who lives and dies in my life!"

Li Sanbai heard her feel like this, and smiled slightly: "Qinghuai, isn't it life and death between us?"

Yan Qinghuai looked at him, a smile appeared in his eyes, and nodded: "Sanbai, you are right, I am sad!"

"It's just that although this poem is short, the artistic conception is touching, and it is not in vain for me to get this poem in Xuzhou City. ”

After saying that, she folded the poem paper, put it back in the envelope, and carefully received it in her arms.

Li Sanbai couldn't help but smile when he saw her like this, but although the two of them got the poem of Huashanji, they didn't know what the poem meant, and they didn't know the specific traces of Huashanji.

The two guessed for a while, but they didn't have a clue, so they planned to go to Zhou Shijie again and ask him what the meaning of the poem was.