The wind is light and the night is good and funny, and the heart is full of beautiful feelings. She knows Han'er, that's all, just a "you" to him, how can there be a "friend" in the world who doesn't know what his name is? let alone a "confidant". The girl in this world is really unpredictable, trying her best to tease people and catch narrow people, and she loses her name to "Ning Tingxue"?

Shen Chuishang pushed the young man.

“...... It's called rather harming people's spirits, and it's about the same. The young man was woken up by Shen Chuishang. The clouds were silent, and all eyes were gathered here on him and Linghu Qinghan. Ning Tingxue smiled lightly, implying an expectation that he couldn't bear to refuse.

Feng Qingye picked up Han'er, did not drag mud and water, walked to the woman's side, and said in his ear: "My name is Feng Qingye." It's not the 'you' that you listen to the snow. ”

The words "listening to the snow" are very intimate, just like the tone of a confidant and friend. Ning Tingxue blushed and nodded slightly.

The young man's move seemed to be more in line with the appetite of all the monks, and he said yes with a bang.

Ning Tingxue's cheeks swelled up with shame.

This is what the wind and night are most afraid of. The sacrificial sword came out, one sword each in front and back, left and right.

In an instant, in the center of the clouds, the young man and woman and the little fox seemed to be in a silk rain curtain on all sides.

Ning listened to the snow long sword flying, and the tip of the sword was connected with the rain curtain intertwined with the sword intent in the light wind and night. In each direction, one hundred and eight blows. Every point quickly condensed into sword intent. The sword intent bloomed, and it transformed into a budding flower, vividly appearing above the rain curtain.

This scene is the wilderness where the spring rain continues and the flowers are about to bloom.

The girl's sword dance, the translucent curtain of the drizzle, the poetic sword intent, the spring picture, and an ethereal white fox, faintly in between.

Thousands of monks are attracted. Many monks even thought that they had already practiced, and they were just waiting for this moment.

The girl in the hazy rain curtain is like an elf shuttling between flowers. And the young man, just as a distant view of the wilderness, shouldered the white fox, soaked in a green shirt, and still waited for this beautiful scenery.

The rain gradually stopped.

The boy swung his sword again. The sword intent is clear.

The rain curtain on all sides becomes a ripple water color. It's like a break from the spring rain, and the spring is bright.

Rather listen to the snow dance faster. The tip of the sword is also on the water-colored curtain, and the point is even more urgent.

As a result, the budding flowers disappeared, and many blooming flowers bloomed on the water curtain.

This change, the audience is all immersed, they see the shadow of spring, galloping fast.

Haruzhen has really reached the end of time.

The curtain of water is getting bluer. The flowers, in clusters, the grass grows and spreads into the wilderness, and the trees are so thick that they form forests.

When the young man's sword momentum flowed, midsummer came to an end.

Ning listened to the sword dance of the snow, stretched to the extreme. Her sword intent then converged.

The sword of the boy swung again in vain.

The blue curtain of water is faint, the autumn wind rises, the flowers wither, the grass withers, and the leaves fly.

The change of seasons, under the evolution of the sword intent of boys and girls, is both blurry and clear.

Finally, the autumn breeze went to the end of the space.

The snow began to fall.

In the midst of the falling snowflakes, Ning listened to Xuedun's sword dance. The tip of her sword picked up several, several snowflakes. In that gap, a vigorous plum branch suddenly grew. On the plum branches, dip a few plum blossoms. Immediately after, the girl stood proudly.

The young man's sword, carried in his hand, the tip of the sword drooped, and it touched the ground a few times. It seems to be a random move, and the sword intent soaks into the ground. The snowflakes are falling, and the ground is full of blue waves. The two of them are a fox, as if stepping on the waves, which is a freehand painting between the exile of heaven and earth.

Dozens of breaths, the blue waves faded.

Young men and women stood in the center of the cloud platform, and the little fox roared softly. The sound of the whistle stretched, stretching beyond the cloud platform.

When they returned to their seats, more than 2,000 monks woke up. Sigh like a tide.

Shen Chuishang even sat down on a light night and Linghu was cold, regardless of the identity of Jin Dan's predecessors, he specially saluted and exclaimed: "The four seasons are flowing, the heart of a gentleman; Breathtaking, breathtaking. ”

Completely forgetful, I was going to make fun of the light night and listen to the snow's thoughts.

The two of them cooperate with each other with wonderful sword intent, and the people who watch it are relaxed and happy. Especially those who have experienced many sessions, they are even more emotional.

No matter how superb his swordsmanship is and how complicated his sword intent is, how can it compare to the interpretation of Ning Tingxue, the boy and the little fox? Not to mention that the sword intent realm of the two is the top-notch monk in the foundation level, and it is not more than Erer.

This kind of abundance, although it cannot be judged that there is no one who comes after, at the very least, there is no predecessor.

In the entire Yunzhongtai, Nie Shangyuan, the head of the Heavenly Sect, was the most excited. It took a lot of effort to invite Ning Tingxue to use the popularity of the Sword Club in the Clouds, and she arranged this trick in the dark. That young man is amazing, no wonder he is Ning Tingxue's confidant and friend. Taking advantage of the climactic atmosphere, Nie Shangyuan announced: "Qiwu Platform tries the sword shadow. ”

The fog platform tried the sword shadow, and it was the Jindan monk of the Heavenly Sect who used the true yuan in the cloud platform to turn a wall of fog. The monks who participated in the sword fight in the clouds struck each other with their swords to try their kendo. This is the threshold of sword fighting in the clouds, and it is intended to eliminate a group of monks who are inferior in cultivation and want to show their faces.

As for those well-known talents in the cultivation realm of the Jun Kingdom, they are not among them, such as people like Luan Jingyu.

I'd rather listen to the snow, let alone say it.

Of course, they can also try it and show their kendo style.

The wind and light night when you sit down, that is, enter the realm of clarity. In the divine sense, the sword intent of Chunshui Lingbo, influenced by Ning Tingxue's sword intent, is ready to move, and there is a tendency to go to the next level. At the moment, the silent luck Xuanhan forged the magic trick, realized the sword, and no matter what was on the platform in the clouds, it was very lively.

Wait for the sound of a tsunami in a mountain to pull him out of his state of steady.

Everywhere in my ears, there are calls of "I'd rather listen to the snow, I'd rather listen to the snow!boy, boy."

Ning Tingxue stood in front of the fog wall, contemplative, holding his sword and not moving.

The wind is light and asks Shen Chuishang at night.

"Miss Ning was also Wujian just now. You should have something to gain and go and try your sword. Shen Chuishang smiled treacherously and explained: "Because of her appearance, the Qi Refining Period cultivator also called you up." ”

The wind is light and the night is vivid and quiet, and the shouts of "boy, boy" are getting louder and louder.

"You can't go against their will, can you?" Shen Chuishang said, and then added: "Of course, there is her." ”

Ning listened to Xue's sword style, and the brewing was completed.

The sword struck the wall of fog like a flower. On the fog wall, a white lotus flower suddenly appeared, several feet square. The remaining sword intent is bright, and it is not stopped, like dewdrops, hanging from the edge of the petals. In the blink of an eye, a flash penetrated the wall of fog, castrated more than ten zhang, and dispersed in the air.

The audience applauded. There are also many crazy bees and butterflies, and the strange screams are constant.

Ning Tingxue turned around and almost bumped into the boy and Han'er. I was so ashamed that I couldn't do it, so I hurriedly ran away.

The wind is light and the night is smiling. Didn't you me twice?

Pointing at each other. The wind is light and the night is flashing, why not take the thirteen swords of the spring water Lingbo, consistent to the end, as a move?

Relax the long sword, the sword intent and sword momentum of the thirteen swords of Chunshui Lingbo are ready to go.

Seeing that he was about to take his sword, he suddenly did not move, and stood in front of the fog wall, could he be afraid?

Some of the characters burst into laughter. Among them, there is no shortage of Luan Jingyu and others, and there is no shortage of young monks who admire Ning Tingxue.

(A world of immortals, chivalry, love, and fate has only opened up a small tip of its iceberg.) The author will live up to the reader. With the words of this chapter "the four seasons are flowing, the heart of a gentleman, the spring is illusory, my fair beauty", please recommend and collect. ）