Lin Yu is like her mother at this point, an ordinary woman who is illiterate, only knows how to grow vegetables and cook, is neither smart nor far-sighted, she understands a lot of ordinary truths, and what she handed over to Lin Yu is naturally these. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info So that when his father taught Lin Yu to be sophisticated and opportunistic, he was much more dull.

Lin Tao gathered strength, reached the highest point of the wave, and launched a new round of impact, rows of bamboos bent down one after another, and the leaves rattled.

Cheng Nanxue stood in place, the wind disturbed her thoughts, her dress was out of control, swinging with the wind, becoming more and more violent, hunting like a flag, and suddenly like a colorful exercise in the air, as soft and perfect. The long black hair has turned into thousands of green silks, chaotic, overlapping and dancing, fluttering wantonly, confused and confused.

This scene is naturally beautiful, the wind is raging against the girl, and it is another style.

"Don't you want to know how Liu Qiang came to Jianxi?" Cheng Xue made the last sound, and was only drowned in the gale. She looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and finally lost her expression.

Liu Qiang, who has almost no immortal capital, came to the Jianxi faction, it must be a conspiracy, this is Cheng Nanxue's last hole card, but in the face of Lin Yu's final decision, she knew that this hole card was useless, and in the end she was unwilling to say it.

No matter what kind of conspiracy it is, he can solve it confidently, the girl thought silently in her heart, for the competition that tomorrow is in her hands, somehow, she is not so confident.

Coming out of the colorful bamboo forest, it was Fengwei Peak, at this time, Lin Yu was already covered with cold sweat, and his steps were light.

When he returned to his residence, he didn't have time to rest, so he opened the few books in the bedroom, and finally the book "The Views of Mortal Dust", seeking a breakthrough possibility. After about a quarter of an hour, he shook his head and put down the book, kind of giving up. Even if it is fruitless, he will not force it, he will never study reluctantly, but use the time as much as possible.

After that, read the sword recipe again, then wash the sword, raise the sword, practice the sword, practice the boxing technique, water a few pots of plants on the balcony, throw some food to the spirit birds that are used to stopping in front of the window, and then tidy up the room, change into clean clothes, and start meditation.

It was late at night, much earlier than usual, and his face was much paler until it turned pale.

The reason for this is that Lin Yu believes that it is related to the state of mind. As soon as he closed his eyes, it was the shadow in the bamboo forest, and what could affect him was not his face, not his words, but the calmness of the other party.

Calm is the gap, it is he who flipped through books and practiced swords, practiced penance and meditation, and it was impossible to catch up without eating or eating.

Will you lose? A fleeting thought came to him.

He has always been clear about how to do it, and whether he can win or not is naturally clear. He is a confident person, self-confidence comes from self-knowledge, he has contempt in the face of Xiang Dao, and he draws his sword indifferently in the face of Xue Yue, because from the beginning he knew that he would win.

Since he came out of the colorful bamboo forest, he has not been so confident.

He never thought he would lose, because he couldn't lose, so he couldn't think about it, let alone dare to think about it. However, for a moment, it lingers, and there is a demonic obstacle in the heart, so the cultivation cannot be continued, otherwise it will only go mad.

I have to compete tomorrow, but I can't cultivate, for Lin Yu, who is struggling to move forward, it is undoubtedly torment, it seems that he can't do anything but cultivate, so he can only be in a daze.

The moon closed through the window and sprinkled on the young man's face.

The boy is still resolute, but the picture is deserted.

Deserted and beautiful, just too lonely.

He held the sword that Xue Yue gave him in his arms, this was his biggest reliance, he could have a little more sense of security, but it was far from enough, so he took out a piece of jade from his arms.

It is a piece of white jade round carved jade pendant, carved with double fish, eyes, gills, fins, tail and other details are all depicted in place, lifelike, especially the two fish whiskers, natural and smart, just like a fish flying to the bottom of the water, the fish whiskers swing leisurely with the clear water.

The moon is like flowing water, jade double fish, this situation and this scene, like a fish playing in the clear stream, but from a distance, which fish are clearly two dragons, flying out of the lake.

Such ingenious skills, almost to the point of confusing people's minds, must have come from the hands of a famous craftsman, but this is not the reason why Lin Yu carried it closely, just because this was the only thing his father gave him.

It was the year of his tenth birthday, and it was also the most difficult year for the Lin family, and his father gave him a birthday gift, and it was from then on that Lin Yu took over the burden from his father.

Pisces has many meanings, such as freedom, health, recovery, eternal life, etc., presumably the father has only one meaning, and that is "Jackie Chan".

People are homesick when they are most helpless, and Lin Yu is the same, holding the jade and holding the sword, he can seek a trace of warmth in this cold night.

He no longer thinks about cultivation, no longer thinks about enemies and hatred, but about his hard mother, strict father, and cute and naughty sister, the bits and pieces of the dart game, and even Liu Qiang and his second uncle.

This is a rare comfort, it is a luxury of enjoyment, enjoyment is comfortable, comfortable is easy to make people sleepy, so he naturally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Then he came to another world, he stood in the ring, facing not Cheng Nanxue, nor Xue Yue, but a white-robed and silver-armored young man, the young man held a silver gun, like a young general. The next moment, the young man's silver spear pierced Lin Yu's chest, and the spirit sword in Lin Yu's hand also pierced the other party's heart.

Suddenly another consciousness looked at this scene blankly, and suddenly understood that this was his fate, and he remembered the name of the white-robed young man - Zhang Yang, his only friend, this was a secret hidden in his depths and no one knew except each other.

Blood stained their chests red, spreading throughout the world, turning scarlet blood around them. That consciousness went crazy and wanted to escape, to escape from this dream.

Lin Yu opened his eyes and was glad that everything was just a dream, but the next moment, he hoped that it was a dream, because there was really a sword against his chest, to be precise, against the piercing keel on his chest.

In front of him, a man in black, holding a short sword, wanted to stab Lin Yu's heart, he squinted his eyes slightly, he couldn't see the killing intent, and he couldn't read the emotion, his actions had already said his heart.

Killing someone is an easy thing for some people, easier than eating, like this one. Although Lin Yu said that his cultivation was small, he couldn't make it difficult for him.

The young man was pale and sweated coldly, but he was not dead, which was not normal.

Blocking that killing intent was the streamer all over the house, the treasure on Lin Yu's chest.

Although he escaped from the hand of the killing sword, the sword intent in the sky was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, enveloping Lin Yu's body until it crushed his mind.

It was just a wisp of killing intent falling from many streamers, and it was like a collapsed mountain and a sunken boat for Lin Yu.

A drop of water passes through the dark clouds, and when it reaches the mortal world, it is a torrential rain, and the beads are connected, and the ground explodes,

Under the oppression of this Tianwei, Lin Yu felt that he was just a bird with a wet body, or a chicken in the soup. When he was a child, he saw that the chicks could not swim when they fell into the water, their hair was attached to the skin, twisted together, and when they were picked up, they were already dying, as when they were born, and they were as fragile as they were born.

At this time, he was not just a little bird ravaged by the rainstorm, so hideous, so sickly, although sheltered under the tree, he was helpless, for fear that a few drops would fall from the cracks of the leaves, or a thunderclap, and destroy everything.

Since you can't resist it, then face it safely, and what is it to face? This may be what many people think, but Lin Yu will not be like this, those sword intents are raging his body and spirit, and even make him unable to raise his head, but they can't stop him from staring at that person with his eyes wide open.

It seemed like a pointless thing to do, but he had an attachment to look at the man and remember the person who killed him.

The man was masked and couldn't see his face, Lin Yu stared at the other party's eyes, although they were very small and slightly squinted, but he could still read a lot, for example, it was a pair of old eyes, at least much older than his father.

Suddenly, those slightly squinted eyes flickered. Spirit Sword Peak would not collapse because a mortal threw a few stones, so Lin Yu didn't think that the other party would panic because of his glare, so he read more, that is, hesitation, and then fear.

To make such an existence terrifying, even if a thousand Lin Yu are added together, it is impossible, it can only be the treasure in Lin Yu's arms.

That sword is the big tree that protects Lin Yu, and it is the killing sword that resists the man in black from beginning to end, if it weren't for the sky-high streamer, the sword intent alone is enough to make Lin Yu die hundreds of times.

Lin Yu noticed that a drop of sweat slowly slid down the cheek of the man in black, so he was more sure of what he thought in his heart, and the pressure on the other party was not much less than his own.

The streamer is not dazzling, like the early sun, warm and warm, like starlight, sparse and disorderly.

There were more and more streamers, and Lin Yu's face became more and more calm. The first sun will eventually turn into a scorching sun, and when the stars shine, the darkness will have nothing to hide.

At this time, what Lin Yu had to do was to wait, wait for the first sun to rise, wait for the streamer to gather, it just so happened that he was a patient person, and he was confident that he would not lose to anyone.