Meng Yu said: "Yes, everything is over. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info However, the dynasty is always in the midst of new dark waves, so don't guess what I am, and don't care about me. As long as you need it, if you don't summon it, I will be there for you to help you. ”

Ying Shaoyan listened to him learn to speak by himself, and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the two of them returned to the scene of the good brothers back then, and Meng Yu looked at his cousin: "Cousin, where is your Xuelu Sword?"

Ying Shaoyan was stunned for a moment, and then said slowly: "I look like this, what's the use of asking for a sword, it's a humiliating sword." ”

Meng Yu suddenly raised his hand, and there was a long and narrow sword in his hand: "Look at what this is?"

Ying Shaoyan was suddenly stunned, and then slowly stepped back.

How could he not know this sword, which accompanied him from youth to youth, and accompanied him to fight on the battlefield. and with the loss of his martial arts, he was put on the shelf. Since then, he has not dared to look at it again.

Ying Shaoyan muttered, "Have you been to my house?"

Meng Yu was vivid: "A detective is no worse than Hou Ye when he is a thief!"

Ying Shaoyan felt for a moment that the former Meng Yu was back again, but he just smiled faintly: "What's the use of taking it, anyway, you have been jealous of me since you were a child." Originally, my father left it for my aunt, so I just took it. ”

Meng Yu didn't answer, raised his hand and threw it at Ying Shaoyan, Ying Shaoyan was caught off guard, but he still subconsciously caught it.

"Cousin, the internal force is gone, and the moves will still be there. ”

Ying Shaoyan looked at the sword in his hand, this sword was like a lover many years ago. It's just that Xiaoxue will have trouble with him, but his Xuelu Sword won't.

He shook his wrist, and the tip of his sword rushed towards Meng Yu. His speed is still not slow, but it is not the same as before.

Meng Yu used an iron frame slightly. Ying Shaoyan was stunned for a moment, this was the move in the swordsmanship that Meng Yu taught his father when his cousin walked to the river before Meng Yu went to Beiyan.

At that time, he didn't know that his father was still alive, and he almost finished learning all the moves in tears. He unconsciously responded with his father's sword moves, and Meng Yu accompanied him through the moves one by one.

A familiar feeling came over him, and he seemed to be back to a few years ago, when his martial arts were still there. The kind of days when blood boils and excites youth.

After all the moves were completed, Meng Yu suddenly began to exert internal strength, Ying Shaoyan couldn't parry at all, but he barely grabbed the sword in his hand and didn't let the sword go. Meng Yu suddenly took a lightning step up and a wrong step, flashed behind him, and put a hand on his back shoulder. A corner of Ying Shaoyan's heart shone a little, and it was in Haixi. He put his hand on Meng Yu's shoulder and lost the internal force to him.

He knew what Meng Yu wanted to do, and as soon as he struggled, Meng Yu shouted in a low voice: "Don't move!"

Ying Shaoyan immediately felt a heat enter his body, he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't breathe, and his face was red for a while. But immediately, that heat traveled all over his body, and all the acupoints in his body seemed to be washed away, and a strong aura was injected into every crevice of his body.

He seems to have entered a psychedelic world, and it seems that people have flown back to their teenage years. He roams in his memories. His life was not complicated, and he had great joys and sorrows after the age of twenty-two, and he was depressed before. In the wandering of his thoughts, he recalled his life, which had a lot of sorrow, suffering, anger, and depression, but also happiness and joy. His mother, Xiaoxue, and his cousin Meng Yu - are also good friends of his. Of course, the most important thing is his father. He didn't become like his father, but he was also a happy person. Perhaps, is his most obsessed and inseparable martial arts back?

After all, he longed to go to the battlefield again to kill the enemy, to have his sword splashed with the blood of the enemy.

Suddenly, the lingering breath stopped, and he slammed into his senses.

He had sweat drops on his forehead, and his right hand was still holding his sword.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was the cousin he knew and was unfamiliar with.

Why is he wearing a black robe? Why is he so thin, so serious, and his eyes are so much deeper than before. He was dressed in black, but he resembled a lightbringer, at least to himself.

Ying Shaoyan suddenly accumulated strength, and stabbed out like a snake with a sword spirit in his right hand.

Meng Yu dodged in a flash, pulled out his iron sword and greeted him. The two of them are really fighting against each other this time, and Ying Shaoyan has already felt that the internal force has completely returned to his body, and it is stronger. But his sword moves were as handy as usual, he was constantly adapting, finding the feeling he had before, and Meng Yu was obviously using his sword to take him to find and recover his senses.

Finally, Ying Shaoyan rose from the ground and struck a sword down from the air. Meng Yu's iron sword met it without hesitation, and the two sword stones collided together in a shocking way.

Ying Shaoyan fell to the ground in the air.

He slowly withdrew his sword and looked at Meng Yu without saying a word, but his heart was a mixture of surprise and gratitude.

Meng Yu looked at his cousin, and suddenly smiled: "Cousin, if you can hold my iron sword, your skill is really soaring." Anyway, in order to practice to the point where I can safely transfer my internal strength back to you, a delicate person, I have been practicing hard in retreat for a long time. Your internal strength is stronger now than before, and I will pay you back double, and I will buy one and get one free!"

Ying Shaoyan smiled, he didn't know how to describe his current mood for a while, he could finally face his sword again!

But he deliberately said unconvinced: "Didn't you say it, you can be a hero if you don't know martial arts, maybe people will think I'm very knowledgeable." ”

Meng Yu walked up to him and stared at him carefully.

Ying Shaoyan was looked at: "Why are you doing?

Meng Yu smiled: "Hmph, don't be sentimental, I'm not for you." I don't want my sweetest sister to have a husband who takes a step and breathes. ”

As he spoke, Meng Yu's iron sword had returned to its sheath, and he said in response: "The officials and the people are not the same, and I didn't need to come to see you." But as I said, as long as your cousin needs help, you don't need to greet Meng Yu to appear in front of you. ”

Ying Shaoyan wanted to say something, but before he could say it, he saw that Meng Yu seemed to be shaking his body and disappeared.

Ying Shaoyan was taken aback, he looked around at the top of the peak, and looked everywhere, and even stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, the jungle below was stacked with greenery, covering the sky and the ground, not to mention Meng Yu, not even the shadow of other animals, only the old eagle flying in the sky, screaming a few times while flying.

He doubted that he had really been with his cousin just now.

However, when he looked down, he saw the Xuelu Sword in his hand, which was clearly brought to him by his cousin. Tears welled up in his eyes. He knew that Meng Yu would not come to him easily in the future. However, he will definitely be there for him when he needs it, without saying hello.

Ying Shaoyan put on his sword and walked down the mountain. With internal force, he walked briskly. However, he always felt that there were people around him who were with him. He stopped, but only the breeze and the rustle of leaves.

Time passed slowly. Ying Shaoyan is in charge and governing the dynasty in the capital to help the emperor, there are many people helping him, but there are also many forces against him. He maneuvered around it, and gradually realized that he had a set of very practical means and strategies to influence the situation of the country and the DPRK. However, he was never an iron fist, and he used his tenacity and wisdom to lead the country to the big ship slowly forward. The situation was sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent, but he always managed to keep the ship moving forward without deviating from its course.

He could always feel the shadow. He knew that if he needed it one day, that shadow would turn into a living person at any time and appear beside him.

The End of the Book