Chapter 70, Wine and Sword Parting

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Secluded under the bustle, desolate under the bustle.

Remote, remote Luoyang.

Night, the night is deep, the night is dark.

In the deep night, Chu Feng took a sip of sword and a sip of wine.

For some people, they can have nothing, but they can't do without swords and wine.

Chu Feng is not that kind of person.

But he liked swords, and he also liked to drink.

Today he wanted to take a look at the sword of the Demon Night Listening Sword, and the Demon Night Listening Sword also wanted to take a look at his sword, so he brought the sword with him.

Today he also wants to take a look at the amount of alcohol that the Demon Night Listening Sword drinks, so he also brought wine.

Listening to the sword in the night is an interesting swordsman, withdrawn and sword-loving, for this kind of swordsman, how can he not bring a sip of wine?

The wine is in hand, the sword is in hand, and the man is on the way.

On the road, Shang Xiuxun is also on the way.

Shang Xiuxun was on the way to see Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was on the way to see the magic night and listen to the sword.

Chu Feng didn't think about seeing Shang Xiuxun, but he was on his way to see the magic night and listen to the sword, and Shang Xiuxun was walking on this road, so the two could only meet.

On the remote road, the night was heavy, and in the dark night, Chu Feng saw Shang Xiuxun, Shang Xiuxun dressed as a man.

Chu Feng didn't come to see Shang Xiuxun, but Shang Xiuxun came to see Chu Feng.

Therefore, Chu Feng could only listen and stopped.

The night is as dark as ink.

Like inky night.

People are like ink, swords are like ink, and heaven and earth are like ink.

The Demon Night Listening Sword stood in the night, and his people melted into the night, into the wind, into the sinking world.

Moonlight, no moonlight.

There is no moon tonight, only dark clouds cover the sky.

There is no light, only night.

There is no sword on the sword of the demon night, and the sword is on the ground.

The sword is stuck in the ground, and the man stands on the ground.

But the purple sword, the man who is as black as ink.

He was dressed in apricot-yellow clothes, but now he was as black as ink.

The time has not stopped, the time has stopped, the time has stopped.

He wants to go, he will go, he goes quickly, but he does not go.

He can leave at any time, but he wants a sword alone, and this person is called Moye Listening to the Sword.

The night was dark.

Dark night.

There are people, there are three people.

There is a harp, a boat harp.

People are playing the piano, and the glamorous woman is playing the piano.

The sound of the piano is pleasant and ghostly.

The night was gloomy and cold, cold as a ghost domain.

Feng Siniang closed her eyes, and Hu Jinsleeve also closed her eyes.

They listened to the sound, and perhaps this was the last one.

The lyre plays the harp.

Like the sound of the piano coming from the netherworld.

The sound of the piano sounded, the heavens and the earth lost color, and the ghost sound lingered.

Gradually, the ghost energy dissipated, and there was only one person standing in the ghost domain.

One person plays the piano and plays the piano to ten thousand ghosts.

The sound of the piano is still pleasant, but it is popular.

The sound of the piano enters again, the ghosts disappear, and the piano is still playing.

Listen to non-ghosts, listen to people.

Two people, two peerless women.

Feng Siniang and Hu Jinsleeve listen to the piano.

Zheng, the last piano note crossed.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

The dark night seemed to have been dispelled, and there was only one person, one woman.

A woman sits in front of the boat and plays the harp.

The sound of the piano is gone, but the people are still there.

The pardon Tianqin Ji was still there, and she looked at Feng Siniang and Hu Jinsleeve.

Feng Siniang and Hu Jinsleeve opened their eyes.

They looked at the Lyre Kei.

Lyra smiled.

With a smile, the world seems to have lost its brilliance.

Listening to the sword in the magic night, he didn't look at Tianqin Ji, Feng Siniang, and Hu Jinsleeve.

But he heard the sound of the piano.

Therefore, he knew that today's Yutian Qinji's state of mind has been advanced, and his martial arts cultivation has made great progress.

He didn't look at it, he only had one person in his eyes - Chu Feng.

Chu Feng has not arrived, there is still no one in his eyes, but there are people in his heart, and there is Chu Feng in his heart.

The sword was stuck in the ground, and people were waiting.

One person, one sword, one sinks into the night, and the heavens and the earth seem to be left like this.

Chu Feng stopped and looked at Shang Xiuxun.

He wanted to leave, but Shang Xiuxun said a word, so he canceled his intention to go.

Shang Xiuxun said: "Thank you." ”

Chu Feng pointed at himself: "You thank me." ”

Shang Xiuxun said: "I should thank you, whether it is for Pegasus Ranch or for yourself, you can thank me." ”

Chu Feng said: "Okay, you can't just thank me, I need you to give me something." ”

"You say. ”

"I'm an alcoholic, and I need you to give me a jar of wine. Chu Feng said: "I only need a jar of wine." ”

Shang Xiuxun was stunned for a moment and looked at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng has a sword in his hand, as well as wine.

She smiled, stepped out of the way, and said, "Okay, I'll give you a jar of wine, please." ”

Chu Feng is gone, he is really leaving.

The night has sunk, and the wine is about to lose its original charm.

The people are there, the sword is there, the wine is there, everything is there.

Listen to the sword in the magic night.

He's already waiting for someone.

One person, one sword, one pot of wine.

Wine in mid-air.

The wine is already in the hands of the sword in the magic night.

Listening to the sword holding the wine, the magic night did not drink, looked at the figure in the dark night, and said, "Drink." ”

"Sword matching. ”

Sonor!

The sword is out,

The rainbow sword light has come out.

Wine in the sky.

The sword is on the ground, and the sword stuck in the ground is drawn.

The sword is out, a purple light and a strange sword.

Purple light, white light, all sword light.

The sword light disappeared into the night and was swallowed up by the night.

Heaven and earth can't see the sword, but heaven and earth throw a sword.

Heaven and earth throw swordsmen.

Night Sword, Night Sword, Night Sword, Night Sword, Night Sword, Demon Slayer......

This is a sword that kills, but the sword swing at this moment is no longer for the purpose of killing.

Swing a sword, drink.

Swordsmanship, drunkenness.

Moye Tingjian rarely drinks alcohol, but he already wants to get drunk.

He can't get drunk, he can't get drunk for a while.

Therefore he drank, and he was not drunk.

Chu Feng also wanted to get drunk, but unfortunately he wasn't drunk, but unfortunately he couldn't get drunk either.

There is also a birthday banquet for the great Confucian Wang Tong tomorrow, how can he get drunk?

Swinging the sword, the man who disappears into the night.

The Demon Night Listening Sword disappeared into the night, and Chu Feng also disappeared into the night.

Feng Siniang and Hu Jinsleeve are in the dark night.

They looked at the night, at the people who disappeared into the night.

Time has passed, flies.

Feng Siniang sighed and said, "It seems that they have only met a few times in total?"

"Yes, they seem to have only met a few times. Hu Jin said.

But they seem to have been seeing each other for thousands of years. ”

Hu Jinsleeve said: "Maybe." ”

"Why?"

Hu Jinsleeve said: "They are swordsmen, Moye Tingjian thinks that Chu Feng can be his opponent, and Chu Feng also thinks that Moye Tingjian is qualified to be his opponent." ”

"Demon Night Listening Sword wants to kill Chu Feng, and Chu Feng also wants to kill Demon Night Listening Sword?" Feng Siniang said.

Hu Jinsleeve said: "Yes, it's a pity that the Demon Night Listening Sword can't kill Chu Feng, and Chu Feng can't kill the Demon Night Listening Sword." And Chu Feng, who can't see the magic night listening to the sword, Chu Feng can't see the magic night listening to the sword. ”

Feng Siniang sighed: "So they seem to have seen each other for thousands of years, and it seems that they haven't met for thousands of years?"

Hu Jinsleeve said: "Yes, this is an emotion that ordinary people have no way to understand, I don't understand, maybe I don't understand what a swordsman is, why there is such a wonderful emotion between swordsmen." ”

Feng Siniang patted Hu Jinsleeve's shoulder and said, "You don't have to understand, you just need to understand that Chu Feng is yours." ”

Hu Jinsleeve also smiled, looked at Feng Siniang and said, "Do you only need to understand this enough?"

Feng Siniang said: "Yes, I don't need to understand too many things. ”

In the middle of the night, on the grass.

The grass can't see the blue, only black, and the endless night.

The night fills the sky.

Listening to the sword in the magic night, Chu Feng was shrouded in the dark night.

Two swords that sympathize with each other are also in the night.

The two men leaned on each other.

The sword is in the man, and the wine is also there.

Drink, one sip per person, and drink slowly.

Listening to the sword pinching the wine jug, the magic night said hoarsely: "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

"It's a pity that you can't take a look at my sword?" Chu Feng said.

Moye listened to the sword and said: "It's a pity that I can't kill you or die under your sword, or it's a pity that I can't stay here because I am worried about the suffering." ”

Chu Feng sighed and said, "This is indeed a pity, so I brought wine to relieve a thousand sorrows when I got drunk, but unfortunately we don't have a thousand sorrows at all." ”

Listening to the sword, Moye understood that they were not worried.

They only have a pity.

It's a pity that the magic night listening sword meets Chu Feng and can't fight happily.

It's a pity that the Demon Night Listening Sword can't die under Chu Feng's sword, or it's a pity that the Demon Night Listening Sword can't kill Chu Feng. Or maybe it's a pity why the magic night listening sword met Chu Feng, and even a pity why there is a magic night listening sword and Chu Feng between heaven and earth? ?

This is a pity.

Will there ever be such a pity in heaven and on earth? No, maybe there will be no such pity in heaven and earth.

Demon Night didn't know when he heard the sword, he didn't think about it.

Chu Feng didn't think about it either.

At this moment they drink, they swing their swords, they look at the same heaven and earth.

Immediately they were people of two worlds again.

Chu Feng stood up.

He looked at the magic night and listened to the sword, and said lightly: "Maybe one day you will see me in the bitter realm." ”

Demon Night Tingjian glanced up at Chu Feng, and said lightly: "Maybe there will be a day, and I hope there will be a day." ”

"One day you see a meteor in the sky, it may mean that I have come to you. Chu Feng stood with his hands in his hands and sighed lightly: "Bitter realm, bitter realm, what kind of place are you, I really want to take a look." ”

Listening to the sword in the magic night, he looked at the dark night.

He was also pondering the question: What kind of place is suffering?

He didn't know, and he didn't know.

But he knew that he had to go back to his misery, and he wanted to see his brother Daredevil.

He wanted to see the sword master who sealed the sword in his hand.

Hearing that the sword had already stood up, he drank the last sip of wine, looked at Chu Feng and said, "The wine has been drunk." ”

Chu Feng looked back at the demon night and listened to the sword: "It's just that I have finished drinking the wine I invited you, but you haven't invited me to drink yet." ”

A smile appeared on the cold face of the Demon Night Tingjian and said, "Okay, I will invite you to drink wine for three days and three nights when you come to the Suffering Realm." ”

Chu Feng said: "Okay, I'll go when I have the chance." ”

Magic Night listened to the sword and stopped talking.

He lifted his sword.

The sword is sheathed.

Turning around, the man disappeared into the night.

Chu Feng also disappeared into the night.

The darkness of the night obscures the light of the heavens and the earth, and also drowns out the sight of man.

Chu Feng didn't follow, he stood in the dark night, looking at the sinking sky.

The ink clouds are rolling, gloomy and depressing.

It's a parting!

The sword is in his hand, but he can't swing it.

What's the point of swinging a sword if there is no opponent?

The sword was sheathed, Chu Feng stared at the ink clouds in the sky, and muttered: "Bitter realm, hard realm, one day I will take a look there." ”