Out of the view, the gentleman raised his head and said: "The mountains and the moon follow the people, and the conscience is not dusty." How many of you had a takeaway from last night?"

Thinking of last night's events, Mo Wenqing raised a nameless fire, and he couldn't look at the night remnant stars not far away, and hummed: "There is more dust in my heart, and it is so thick that I can't erase it." What do you care?"

Early in the morning, he was coldly spoken by the beautiful female layman, and the gentleman squinted his eyes with a smile, his eyebrows and beard jumped and jumped, and he was even more annoyed when he asked for a question, and he was about to insinuate that the stone stared at the night remnant star of the lintel, and the gentleman suddenly laughed, and shouted at the view with a vicious voice: "Qingfeng, bright moon, hurry up! Get out quickly!"

The two little Taoist boys groped for a long time before they stepped out of one foot, and heard the gentleman roaring: "Two lazy ghosts, go and guard the valley, could it be that the others come here, and I will pull an old face to beg for incense?"

The breeze and the bright moon are probably used to seeing this kind of frame, and they are still slow. The Wuli Guan Guan said in a muffled voice, "I want to kick your ass and fly over?"

Hearing this, the two little ones ran away. Halfway up the mountain, the pace slowly decreases.

I only heard Qingfeng say: "Mingyue, I don't know when, we are also like that son, whoever pretends to say a few words, he will give a lot of spirit stones, and it will take a long time to order." It's really pleasant to be so generous. ”

Mingyue is small and mellow-hearted, and took the words of Senior Brother Qingfeng: "We...... Did we hide too much from yesterday?"

Qingfeng said disdainfully: "I didn't sleep well all night, I rolled around, and I regretted hiding it." Next time, there will be more. There are two of us, and the rest, all the masters are alone. ”

As they walked, the two of them became happy. Their cultivation is low, and they can enter the gate of qi refining, and they can't expect what they said, and they can hear it clearly.

Don't ask for mercy and be happy.

Especially the little fox, I want to rush down to the source of Qingshan and play with the breeze and the bright moon.

Hearing the gentleman's dry cough a few times, he pointed to the two lines of words displayed and said, "Observe, observe." Maybe there's a big opportunity. You happen to have a chance that you don't meditate?"

The wind is light and the night is light, the little fox, Ning listens to the snow, Mo asks for intercession, and meditates according to the words.

It's the cleanest water ever.

The cold consciousness of the wind and the night is either suspended, or sinking, or swimming, or fluttering. The water area is boundless, and there is no edge to be explored up and down, left and right. Roaming in this boundless water is like going from one end of time to the other. Turning back, going back, I don't know how many trips, and finally some boring. Simply stand still and feel the soft light of the water. Gradually, the color of the water seeped into the Xuanhan Divine Consciousness and passed through dialysis. The wind and light night suddenly fell into a state of dream, as if waking up and not waking up, and as if thoughtless, without sorrow or joy, it was completely empty, and the lightness and stretching of the sea of divine consciousness were indescribable.

At this time, the young man didn't feel it at all, Mo Wenqing stood up and spoke: "It's been an hour, just fourteen words, isn't it boring? Listen to the snow, I'll take you to play." ”

Rather listen to the snow and refuse.

The gentleman said: "The two female laymen are elegant, and they should see the beauty of the green mountains and the green mountains on the left and right." The clouds come to the mountains are better, the clouds go to the mountains are picturesque, the mountains are bright because of the clouds, and the clouds are high and the mountains are high. Every time, every place, is a unique view. ”

Mo asked: "This passage again." This was said to me more than 70 years ago, and it is still true today. You can't change some words, or change the paragraph? Besides, the snow cellar is icy, where is the beauty? Listen to the snow, let's go. ”

"Where's Han'er?"

"Did you see Han'er really leave the overnight boy? Besides, they looked like they were really enlightening and cultivating. Hehe, I don't understand, what's the mystery hidden in the words?"

Don't ask for love and listen to the snow, and go to the left green mountain, its posture is graceful. Hearing the words of the gentleman, "From the point of view of the poor road, the source of Qingshan is all beautiful and contains the interest of nature." Even if you listen quietly, it is also the sound of nature", and the line of sight is followed by Mo to ask for affection, from the bottom to the top of the green mountain on the left. The subtlety of the angle is just at Mo Wen's waist.

The wind light night integrated the sword intent of the thirteen swords of Chunshui Lingbo into the Xuanhan divine sense. With a slight movement, the surrounding waters of Xuan Han's divine consciousness rippled slightly. But he found the right way.

The thirteen swords of Spring Water Lingbo have been cultivated to the fullest, and they will come out in the waters, and they are very sluggish. But slowly completing the thirteen swords, Feng Qingye's cognition of swordsmanship became clearer and more profound. As a result, Xuanhan forged the divine technique to run with all his might, supporting Xuanhan's divine sense, and constantly deducing swordsmanship. Each line is a sword, and the divine consciousness the size of a grain of sand rises and falls.

The swordsmanship is becoming more and more proficient, and the ripple texture is getting bigger and bigger. The sea of divine consciousness, the feeling of stretching, presents an unprecedented mystical taste.

Later, the wind and night abandoned the swordsmanship, the sword moves were ignored, a sword was stabbed in the east, and a sword was drawn in the west, and the Xuanhan divine sense was like Ling Qingfeng and fluttering, which was extremely enjoyable. Unconsciously, the Flowing Wind Sword Intent was driven by the chaotic sword momentum, and the water fluctuated even more. A style of flowing wind swordsmanship, whirlpool flow direction, a grand view. It is as if this piece of water that is too empty and cloud-like is turned upside down, and the water-colored sky light that swept the entire area.

Under this unrestrained situation, Feng Qingye broke through a certain shackle: the sword momentum can no longer restrain the innocence of nature, the sword move can no longer restrain the indulgence of nature, and the swordsmanship can no longer restrain the freedom of nature. In the dream-like waters, the wind and light night finally realized the mystery of the sword of "I don't know that the sword has me, I have the sword".

The thirteen swords of the spring water Lingbo in the realm of perfection were achieved overnight.

The entire power of divine consciousness was swept away. Xuan Han's divine consciousness thus returned to the sea of knowledge.

Then, the boy woke up.

When you open your eyes, you will see a deep starry sky, and I don't know what time it is.

Han'er also woke up.

Beside him, Ning listened to the snow, the night remnant star, Mo asked for love, smelled the gentleman, and even the breeze and the bright moon, surrounded by a look of surprise.

Ning Tingxue said in a low voice: "When you and Han'er came to enlightenment, the word 'green' moved, and the more it moved, the more powerful it became. You two wake up, and the words don't move again. ”

Feng Qingye thought about it for a moment and said, "I haven't figured out what the hell is going on. Try all the way to the sword first, and then solve it. ”

Several people got out of the way. The wind light night hugged the little fox in one hand and the sword in the other, meditating for dozens of breaths.

A sword swinged.

"A sword that crushes the battle array!" Ning Tingxue and Mo exclaimed, but it was plausible.

The wind is light and the night is another sword. This sword style is the swordsmanship of Yun Zhongtai and Xie Yiyu fighting swords. However, the rhythm of the mystery and the mystery, which is comparable to that day?

Thirteen swords, the sword is independent, forming a realm of swords: the rhyme of water is either flexible or majestic, or diffuse or rising, extremely graceful. Or the wrong stars and fall the river Han, or intimidate the elves and run the gods and ghosts, the swordsmanship is no longer confined to the changing water potential in the world, and if the stars in the sky are ethereal, like the virtual and real.

The eyebrows of the night remnant stars danced.

Rather listen to the snow and don't ask for intercession, he stiffened like a clay man.

Qingfeng and Mingyue felt that this son-in-law brother was really good-looking in sword dancing.

Wenren Gentleman swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rose and fell sharply, and he asked nervously, "But the swordsmanship left by the ancestor master?"