Feng Qingye's face was pale, and he dragged his steps towards Wuliguan, caressing on the lintel, leaning over and gasping. The Great Perfection of the Thirteen Swords of Chunshui Lingbo has exhausted the power of divine consciousness, and then turned the thirteen swords into a sword realm, which is now in the world, although few people have seen it, but there is not a trace of true qi left in the body. The young man's confusion at the moment made him even more depressed, his swordsmanship was indeed unrestrained, and his heart was like a cage.

The heart is imprisoned, and people are also imprisoned, so the heaven and the earth are caged, and who does the loneliness talk to?

The Murikan is made of materials that are not stone, gold, or Izumo Shuzhen, and the palms of the hands are cold and cold. The wind is light and the night seems to be unfeeling, the body is gloomy, and the expression is withering, so that Ning listens to the snow and does not ask about the sadness of the feelings.

The gentleman said to himself: "Sword barrier? or Dao barrier?"

The way to repair the sword, there is a "sword barrier", and turning over the past is a different scene. On the road of seeking the way, there are many "road obstacles" like thorns, the lost lose themselves, and the clear ones are far away. But the sword is not a kind of Tao? It is just a division between the world. The robbery that Xing Ye entered, naturally there were times when he was confused, such as last night. But it will definitely not be called a "robbery".

"Young master of my family, are you afraid of such a small obstacle?" said in a deep voice.

"The Night Dweller has a point. Wen Ren gentleman said.

Dazed, the little fox's intimate emotions rippled, and then, being supported, the person was soft and warm, and the dark fragrance floated.

The wind is light and the night is uplifting, and the confusion is dispelled. Went down to the Water Lily Lake with Han'er overnight, in order to exile the world? He raised his head highly, and his eyes were as bright as cold stars.

Feng Qingye said calmly: "The swordsmanship of Yunzhongtai is the sword of the world, but the swordsmanship of Wuliguan has been born. The swordsmanship is the same, but the inner essence is very different. Since I was born, why should I exist in the world? I was puzzled for a while, but because of the dependence of Han'er and Tingxue, I realized that if the sword of birth is not used for entering the world, it is like the sword intent of the Wuli Guan Patriarch hidden here, and it is useless at all. ”

The gentleman almost cried with joy: "Night boy, the word on the lintel, is the sword intent of the ancestor master?"

"Yes. Feng Qingye said: "The will of the sword in the sword intent has dissipated, and only the warm intention remains. ”

The gentleman who heard the man whispered and said, "Could it be...... Don't...... Is it the hidden Taoist machine of Wuli Temple?"

Joke, the will of the sword in the sword intent, if it is not absorbed by the broken sword, whoever perceives this secret will have to resist the impact of Pei Ran's sword will. Feng Qingye couldn't help but despise the Wuli Guan Patriarch, and as soon as his thoughts turned, the sword intent was hidden inside, just because he didn't want people to find out.

Who is he writing for?

"It should not be the way of hearing and contemplating the Lord. Feng Qingye said: "The existing sword path residual intention can only help people practice swordsmanship and improve sword cultivation. ”

After that, the person was really sleepy and lacked, so Ning Tingxue helped him and went to the sword house.

“...... It's also a big road. "Hear the gentleman whisper.

"Hmph, the young master of my family said no, no," the night remnant star said savagely.

Hearing this, the gentleman humbly asked, "Night Dweller, I don't cultivate swords, can I solve the confusion of the poor road?"

"I'm not cultivating a sword, I'm cultivating a catastrophe. Don't understand such a simple truth?" "The cultivation of swordsmanship and the level of swordsmanship, focusing on it, will always move forward head-on, continue to climb, and do not rely on the inner sword path of the young master of my family, and it will also arrive at a certain day and a certain time." You say, is it a Dao Yuan or a Dao Machine?"

"Sword" and "robbery" are closer. When the gentleman heard it, he thought that the "robbery of repair" was just a crooked sword, and he didn't think about it. Although the night dweller opened his mouth "the young master of my family" and closed his mouth "the young master of my family", the truth is clear and he thinks it is true.

Divine consciousness is out of the body, the method of the great monk of Dongzhen. The level of transformation above the Yuan Infant is commensurate with the Great Monk. Then, after entering the Mahayana realm, it can be regarded as a real immortal stream, enjoying countless years, and being free from the world. The Feng family exercises have a deep origin, and it is difficult to imagine in the cultivation realm. Hearing the gentleman, the night remnant star, Mo intercession, secretly thinking about a certain kind of secret method used by the wind and light night, there is no doubt that there is it.

At the moment, the gentleman and the night remnant star were on one side of the door, and their foreheads were against it, wanting to find out. Who knows, it can be touched, the true yuan is imprisoned, the night is cold and steep, it freezes in an instant, sticks to it, and uses force to break free.

Don't ask for love and laugh, I just feel that today's happy thing is nothing more than this. No longer linger, save them from looking at their stupid faces.

In the sword house, Feng Qingye and Ning Tingxue chatted a few words, couldn't stop their eyelids from fighting, and fell asleep.

Ning listened to Xue's tricks, tiptoed, mined many flowers and plants in the flower hall, inserted them in dozens of jade bottles, and moved them to the sword house. This kind of affairs happens to be done by little foxes. These flowers and plants are rare and abnormal, and they are as presumptuous as listening to the snow like their own flower beds, and Han'er likes them more and more.

The weather in Jianlu has changed.

Ning listened to the snow idiot and looked at the boy who was meditating and sleeping. Staying like this, in the cold place, on the shore of the sea of clouds, there is no need to work hard about mundane affairs, there is no need to think about the so-called life, and there is no need to sing and cherish ambitions, which is not bad. How can my brother be the same as him, full of the mentality of being born or entering the world, are men like this? The love in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

After teasing Han'er's eyes for a while, Ning listened to the tiredness of Xue's days and days, and came to his heart.

When the wind was light and the night was light, the sky was so bright that it pierced into the eyes, and he quickly closed his eyes, his breath was short, and he didn't dare to move. After a long time, the conditioning calmed down, the head was a little bit, a little biased, and the girl's face resting on the shoulders was not listening to the snow?

His gaze slanted downward, scrutinizing it carefully, desperately suppressing his heartbeat. The sleeping beauty is really:

The head of the moth eyebrows, the sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy, the ice muscle and jade skin, and the cardamom He once showed off his youth.

The wind is light and the night is stupid.

Ning Tingxue's cheeks are extremely fine and finely hairy, and under the reflection of the skylight, they are golden. It is like a light attached, and each one is like a living spirit, which is even more fantastically beautiful.

The wind is light and the fingertips move slightly, and I want to touch it very much, even if it is as light as the wind, it is shorter than a moment. The fingers trembled and wandered, the girl's eyelids moved in a trance, and the boy paused. For a long time, there was no sign that Ning Tingxue woke up, but the light turned her face redder.

The heart of the wind and night wants to jump out of the chest and jump into the sky.

Time seems to stand still, and distance seems to be infinitely far away. The tip of the boy's fingers finally caught it. So soft, so delicate, like touching a wisp of clouds that will not exist in the world at all.

Ning Tingxue, who was sleeping, had a red face.

"Hehe, thieves and thieves, stealing incense is too unconfident, right?"

The wind is light and the soul of the night is terrifying.

Ning listened to the snow "woke up", was shy, hugged the cold, and ran away quickly.