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"Knock"

"Knock"

The wooden deck of the bridge was trampled by boots, and the sound was steady, like a slow but powerful drumbeat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was someone on the bridge, he saw it, and kept walking.

Take a closer look as you go.

There were two people.

"Hmm"

"I have a sword and a sword"

Much closer.

"They are all stunning beauties in the Central Plains. ”

He raised his head and glanced at the sunset on his right, which had already fallen half to the ground, red like blood, as if it was still a little hot, it was hot blood.

"Look, it should be fun if they fight. “

He stopped between the two, with his back to the guardrail of the bridge, with great interest.

The evening breeze blew his stiff hair, and there was a flowing feeling around his body, and his eyes became brighter, like stars about to show their shape, very steadily twinkling, shining, and fascinating.

But at this moment, no one noticed the eyes full of charm, there were already very few people on the bridge, and now it has almost become a world of three people, the combination of two protagonists and an audience, the protagonist's mind is all in the play, who will look carefully at the face of an audience, especially in this situation.

There are fewer people, so there are conditions for resolving grievances, although they have only heard each other's names all along, and the news they get can't jump to what level the other party's Heavenly Demon Dafa (Cihang Sword Codex) has cultivated, but the grievances between them have long been deeply planted, and someone has already planted seeds for them, and now they have grown into trees. Only one of the two trees can bear fruit.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the man who neither of them seemed to see suddenly attracted their attention in an instant, looking to the left, to the right, to the extra visitors in the room, with few expressions on their faces, and they didn't speak.

Wan Wan didn't speak, because Concubine Xuan didn't speak first, and Concubine Xuan had the same reason.

The green silk is not stained with the dust of the world, and the purple belt and the ancient sword are two works of art for viewing, and the whole person is like a work of art.

From the moment the eyes of the two women fell on Ba Fenghan, he understood that there was no good show to watch, and the fun was exhausted.

"You go on"

As he spoke, Ba Fenghan opened his legs and strode towards the other side of the bridge, letting the gaze that still fell on him look at him, as if he was unconscious, as if he was very conscious of being the protagonist, or he was used to such a scene.

When Luoshui is unmanned, the sound of flowing water can be heard clearly, like the loose plucking of the guzheng, not intense, gentle and cool, flowing on the river, flowing in the air, flowing in the heart, the footsteps on the bridge deck falling, is the beat of this cool music.

Stepping on the beat, Ba Fenghan's right foot landed on the bridge again and again, and immediately staggered with the concubine, leaving the circle of confrontation between the two, and another kind of Qingyue sounded in his heart:

"Feng Han Gongzi, please stay. ”

The sound was in his ears, and when he heard the voice, Ba Fenghan stopped, frowned, and turned his head.

This voice is so good, almost comparable to his Badelle's soft voice, the roots of his ears are a little soft, and his heart is even more vigilant.

"Shi Fairy, what do you have to do to stay down?"

After Ba Fenghan turned his head, he saw the angelic and flawless face of Concubine Xuan, who was looking at him calmly, which made him feel a great pressure and a premonition that nothing good would happen, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Please tell Ye Mugongzi that the war in Taiyuan is not beneficial to the people of Li. ”

Concubine Xuan's words were very calm, like a clear spring, refreshing people's hearts, and the coolness was just right hidden in the moist flowing water, and he was aware of it by Ba Fenghan, he subconsciously took two steps back, looked at this mysterious Cihang Jingzhai heir with solemn eyes, and looked at it carefully.

"Sure enough······"

Since some days ago, some rumors circulating in Yangzhou appeared in Ba Fenghan's thoughts, and after thinking about it slightly, he came to a fact that was a little sad for Ye Mu.

A moment later.

"We're friends!"

Ba Fenghan's gaze turned to the distant mountains in the twilight, the outline was gray, there was a lone tree, equally gray, and nodded into the air.

"I have heard for a long time that there is a secret book, called Cihang Sword Codex, which is said to be the purest and most profound kendo martial arts in the world. ”

Ba Fenghan raised his head, with a smile on his grim face, and his eyes were already full of fighting intent at some point, wanting to break through his eyes and pour out.

Just like the sky at this time, the cold star has enough strength to bloom a little cold light in the sky, and it will soon be completely manifested and express its will.

"Looks like you're going to make things difficult for me. Concubine Xuan didn't look at the battle intent rising in Ba Fenghan's eyes, and looked at Wan Wan calmly with a pair of autumn eyes.

The corners of Wan Wan's mouth hooked up and chuckled, like a happy and reserved child, her eyes were like a crescent moon, and her gaze at Shi Fei Xuan was somewhat proud and contemptuous, no matter what, in the current situation, there is no more helper.

"Whatever you want. "Ba Fenghan is very open-minded, and he doesn't argue, after he grew up in the desert and came to the Central Plains, he can rarely say which Central Plains person can use his mouth to speak, in comparison, his sword is more suitable for speaking.

He was originally a sword maniac, and after arriving in the Central Plains, he challenged everywhere, and who could tell his original intention afterwards?

"Haha, you don't claim to be righteous, why don't you seem to have many people to obey you, but there are quite a lot of opponents. Wan Wan laughed beside her, and the whole person's standing posture became casual, and she landed lightly on the bridge railing, becoming a spectator.

As if she didn't see Wan Wan's ridicule, her white clothes floated, and she instantly retreated two feet, and landed in front of the hanging tower at the head of the bridge, quiet as a lotus, looking at the rising battle spirit of Ba Fenghan.

Ba Fenghan took a step back, the sword at his waist was grasped in his hand, and his eyes also fell on Shi Fei Xuan's sword.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

The sword is to be unsheathed.

Luoshui seemed to be boiling because of it.

The night breeze also seems to bring some vigor.

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"Amitabha"

A Buddhist proverb pierced the night sky and fell into everyone's ears, the movements of the concubine's hand slowed down, and Ba Fenghan's eyes began to search for the source of the sound.

On the Luoshui River, on the dark water, the lonely boat slowly approached, and there was a young monk standing on the bow of the boat, standing with his hands folded in front of his chest, with a respectful posture, a solemn appearance, and kind eyebrows:

"Listen to the little monk's words, it's better to go back. ”

In winter, the river is very dry, there is no mist in the slightest, and everything is clearly visible.

When the lonely boat under the feet of the young monk reached the bottom of the bridge, it was stopped by some force, and the water still flowed low, but the boat did not move, just like the golden sunset not long ago.

"He's a master"

Ba Fenghan immediately gave a definition to the person who came.

His eyes became solemn, and his battle intent was replaced by solemnity, and he looked at the person who came.

Shi Fei Xuan turned around, glanced at the monk, bowed, and continued to stand quietly, her gaze returning to Ba Fenghan's sword. After a moment, he raised his hand and said:

"Feng Han Gongzi, farewell. ”

Ba Feng Han looked at the Buddhist disciples who suddenly appeared, pondered for a while, and finally did not say that he wanted to stop him.

Concubine Shi put her hand at her side, and was about to turn around and leave, still like a white lotus. The young monk standing at the bow of the boat nodded, ready to raise his hand, holding the rosary in his palm, ready to recite the Buddha's prayer again.

A coquettish voice that seemed to be laughing sounded in time:

"It turned out that it was the successor of Buddhism, and Master Kong came to help his fellow disciples. ”

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