A plum tree in front of Baiyutang, for whom is it scattered and for whom?

At the highest point of the Shifting Flower Palace, the cold winter still stubbornly left its own traces here. The sea of flowers in the sky www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" pavilion retreated, leaving only a little red in the pure white.

Wearing a long white skirt reaching the ground, behind the green silk draped like a waterfall, is the white face of the poor star that makes Feixue lose its whiteness.

Stretched out his hand, folded a red, sniffed lightly, and for a long time, Pixing suddenly used it to slowly swipe over his green silk.

"Falling into the dream of red dust for no reason, causing three thousand troubles!"

At this moment, Lianxing is not the second palace master of the Shifting Flower Palace who commands the world and is full of heroes, she is more like a poet, a poet with a story. Although this story is very short, it really doesn't need to be long.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the wind and snow here seemed to be flying more and more cheerful because of this simple sound.

"Sister, you're here too!"

Who is coming, this kind of question is not a problem for Pixing at all. It's just because except for Inviting the Moon, no one in the Shifting Flower Palace will have the ability to come, and no one will have the courage to come here.

As Invite Yue's figure slowly walked out, Pian Xing suddenly smiled, it was an inexplicable smile, mixed with memories, mixed with bitterness.

"Sister, don't you think, from childhood to adulthood, the things we like are always so unexpectedly similar?

Did you know that I almost killed him, but it's okay, it's okay......"

Ying Yue's face never changed, her face, her person, her heart, it didn't seem to change because of anything. But at this moment, an expression called anger suddenly appeared on her face, and only Pixing knew that this was by no means an easy thing to do.

"Sister, some things can be forced, but some things can't be forced, do you really think that martial arts can solve everything?"

"You...... Hmph!"

Looking at Ying Yue, who was walking away in a negative mood, Lianxing suddenly smiled, and this smile was mixed with tears. Although she didn't win, she didn't lose either, but this undefeated result was already a victory for her.

Because, if a person is winning all her life, then she cannot have a day of invincibility. At this moment, Lian Xing suddenly sympathized with Ying Yue, because such a person has lived a very hard life all his life.

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Lonely room, lonely people, prosperity and light do not illuminate the heart of Jiang Feng. He can't remember everything about himself, but he's by no means a fool.

From the moment Ying Yue opened her mouth and came in, Jiang Feng already knew that Lianxing didn't know him at all. Lies, if the first thing a person hears in a strange place is a lie, he will never trust it easily in any way.

But he didn't go, he left, where did he go? For him, the outside world may be as full of lies and deception as it is here.

So, he stayed, quietly here reminiscing about everything. Because he firmly believes that as long as he remembers everything in the past, all problems will be easily solved.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

When the knock on the door came, although Jiang Feng didn't like it very much, after all, he could open his mouth with food and stretch out his hand. As the so-called cannibalism has a short mouth and a soft hand, he naturally can't refuse the sound of knocking on the door.

"Please come in!"

It was Mercy Star who came in, but this time, she came in with a painting in her hand.

"What, haven't you remembered everything about you yet?"

Most men in the world dream of being able to see the peerless demeanor of the two palace masters of the Shifting Flower Palace, however, when they arrived at Jiang Feng. In the face of Pian Xingrou's autumn-like words, he just said lightly: "TOEFL, I haven't remembered it yet!"

Lianxing smiled, ignoring Jiang Feng's attitude at all, but seeing that she walked to the table next to Jiang Feng without hurrying, her right hand shook. The scroll flew away, showing his true face in front of Jiang Feng.

"I've already checked it for you, there are not many masters surnamed Jiang in the rivers and lakes, and no one can match you. But the sword you brought is quite famous in the rivers and lakes.

This fish Tibetan sword is an ancient divine soldier, martial arts treasure, the collection of its 'Tibetan Sword Villa' is also named after the sword, if it is not for the old man of the hidden dragon and Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun The head of the three major factions are friends of life and death, this sword has already been taken away, even so, the Tibetan Sword Villa for this sword or I don't know how many bloody battles.

And now, now that this sword is in your hands, I think you must have some unusual relationship with the Hidden Sword Villa. At the very least, you should be able to find clues about yourself in the Hidden Sword Villa!"

In the painting is a sword, full of blade patterns, like fish intestines, like turtle letters, like mountains, like flowing waves, like hibiscus...... A few simple outlines depict the slenderness, flexibility, and sparkle of this sword.

The sword in the painting is not only exactly the same as the sword brought by Jiang Feng's side, but more importantly, Jiang Feng feels a special rhythm from this sword, the kind of rhythm that a sword seals the throat and belongs to the sword.

At this moment, in the deepest part of Jiang Feng's heart, Jiang Feng, who was dressed in white and had a yin and yang long sword in his hand, was suddenly stunned.

But soon, a sword swung out, one clear and one turbid, and two diametrically opposed sword qi, one yin and one yang, roared out. In the middle of the collision, a terrible explosion descends into nothingness as a child holding a wooden horse.

"The twelve evils of Tianchi crisscross the rivers and lakes, and they really have their uniqueness, talking about the confrontation of artistic conception masters, even if it is a vicissitudes of life, it is just a snap of the fingers. Why do I feel that time here also seems to be real?

And that feeling just now seems to be another kind of sword artistic conception. Saying that there shouldn't be any other sword artistic conception here besides me, so where does this artistic conception come from? Could it be that there is something wrong outside?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng slashed out with a sword again, splitting a shepherd boy riding a buffalo in half.

However, at this moment, an eagle suddenly appeared from the sky at some point, and with a long roar, it suddenly dispersed the misty clouds.

"In the past, the king's officials were assassinated, and the goshawk pounced on the palace. This sword intent is the sword intent of the brave!

The Yuzang Sword, could it be that there is another mystery in the Yuzang Sword? But no matter what, we have to find a way to get out of here! Although this is indeed a good place to hone the sword intent, but, it's a pity!"

"A sword asks for life, a sword talks about death......"

As the eight words slowly came out, Jiang Feng swung out a sword, and the long sword in his hand seemed to bring out two phantom shadows, black and white, turning into a terrifying giant beast that devoured everything, devouring in all directions. (To be continued.) )