Yunliu-kun or Fujiwara-kun?

This question is just like a feather falling into the water, and there are no waves. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged man's face was not moved by Ye Yang's imagination, he still had a proud face, and said: "The ancestral surname is Yunliu, but the surname is Yunliu." ”

"Is it the cloud flow of the Cloud Flow Society, or the cloud flow of the Sword Sect?"

"Don't you think you're asking too much?"

The middle-aged man slowly pulled out the Yunliu Knife on his waist, and a breath that should have been condensed but not emitted seeped out, slowly pressing the three of Xuan Ming's hastily formed Sancai standing.

"In this world, there is no longer Dongying's Zhongtiao Yidaoliu, and there is no Shenzhou's Sword Sect, and there are only Yunliu Sects that have been inherited to this day!"

A lightning-fast sword light slashed, as if it had pushed the qi body of the three Xuan Ming and the others who were desperately resisting. Xuan Ming subconsciously held his breath and concentrated, followed the gap in the air flow, staggered back a few steps, and barely stood still.

It's just that his friend Xuntian didn't have such good luck, and before Luohan could take root, he fell head-on.

To his surprise, he saw Xiang Long standing sideways in a lunge, with a human sword in one, and he was able to face the sword qi straight out first.

There is a road where the long rainbow runs through the sun and the shadow is deep, and the fog penetrates the clouds obliquely through the forest.

People are like Yuhong, causing a flash of surprise in the eyes of the middle-aged man, he snorted coldly, raised his hand to collect the knife qi that spread over the three of them, and instantly pointed towards Yuhong.

Suddenly, the yellow light shattered, the castration stopped suddenly, and when Xiang Long's figure reappeared, he was already dressed in strips, and blood marks were showing on his body.

"Brother Xiang!"

Xuan Ming exclaimed, not to think too much, and immediately recited in his mouth: "Ten thousand trees are towering to the sky, and thousands of mountains are ringing cuckoos." ”

"One night of rain in the mountains, a hundred springs in the branches!"

The sword turned into hundreds of thousands of rain threads, and in the sound of the cuckoo-like sword, it stabbed straight towards the middle-aged man from all directions.

"Humph!"

I didn't see any movement of the middle-aged man, but I saw another lightning knife light, and the dense rain silk created by Xuan Ming was like hitting an invisible wall, falling in mid-air.

Xuntian took the opportunity to follow the sword path specially set aside by Xuan Ming, and leaned over to take Xiang Long back.

"Alright, let's stop. ”

Just when Xuan Ming was waiting for the opportunity to make another sword move to contain the other party, Ye Yang's shouting came from behind him.

Ye Yang cut away the Longquan disciple who was protecting him in front of him, secretly used his internal strength, grabbed the Yunliu Ming Liang with one hand, and threw it in the direction of the middle-aged man.

Yun Liuming Liang, who was shocked by this move, changed his face, this Uncle Longquan who finally stopped bleeding from his broken arm, his left hand, which couldn't be used with a single swordsmanship, could still have such arm strength?

"It is rumored that the 'Tea Casting Swordsman' Ye Yang makes a sword with his right hand and casts a sword with his left hand, and today is considered to be an experience. The middle-aged man quietly caught Yun Liumingliang, dissolved the dark energy from Ye Yang, and said.

Ye Yang took the long sword from his disciple's hand, and said sarcastically with a sneering face: "You are not bad if you can use the middle sword flow to a bit of a trend of breaking ten thousand laws with one sword." It's a pity that you haven't seen too much!" He was already angry when he saw that his proud disciple Xiang Long was injured by the other party.

The middle-aged man put the knife into the sheath and said disapprerovitously: "Why bluff people, you sword Ye family is nothing more than those few peerless learnings, this disciple of yours has learned, but you, not necessarily!" He obviously noticed the emotion in the depths of Ye Yang's eyes, and then laughed, turned around and floated away with Yun Liumingliang.

When the two disappeared from sight, Xuan Ming's vigilant mood relaxed slightly and took a long breath. He asked with concern, "Uncle Ye, are you okay?" and squatted down to check Xiang Long's injuries with Xun Tian.

In fact, it's a bit vain to ask, if you have a broken arm, if you're fine, where can you be fine?" So Ye Yang ignored him, but turned around and returned to the Washing Heart Hall, and greeted: "Yunliuhui, that old madman, is arrogant, first, he doesn't bully his juniors, and second, he doesn't take advantage of others' danger, since he is gone, he won't turn back." Bring you Senior Brother Xiang Long in. ”

Xiang Long didn't suffer much damage, except for the blood marks on the surface of his body, he was simply knocked unconscious. Ye Yang woke him up and beckoned everyone into the inner hall to talk, leaving only the other disciples busy outside.

Entering the inner hall, Ye Yang picked up a sword from the case and handed it to Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming, who took the sword and looked at it, suddenly sank in his heart, the sword is Fengzhuang, but according to the usual practice, Uncle Ye means not to keep guests. Someone broke into the village tonight and killed someone but didn't keep guests?

Ye Yang obviously had something else to say, Xuan Ming pressed the head and waited quietly.

"I made a bet with others during the day, if I lose tonight, I will retire from the rivers and lakes and run Longquan's sword-forging business with peace of mind. ”

"Master!" "Senior Ye!" Xiang Long Xuntian exclaimed.

"Uncle Ye, what are you kidding?"

Xuan Ming stood up even more suddenly, and the hem of the Dao robe, which still had the remnants of the battle, trembled slightly, reflecting the unrest in the master's heart.

Ye Yang smiled with satisfaction and said, "Okay, you don't need to persuade me, if I don't have this heart, will I make this bet with others?"

At this time, a person walked in from the front hall, and everyone looked at it, who was not Ye Yang's wife?

"You little ghosts, the person who made a bet with your master Ye Shuye is me. ”

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Early in the morning of the second day, Xuan Ming had already left Longquan Sword Village and embarked on his return journey, with two swords on his back, and an extra letter in the package that Ye Yang wanted to wash his hands in the golden basin for Chi Qi.

Longquan Sword Village is going to hold a golden basin handwashing conference, and after the conference, Ye Yang can be regarded as retiring from the rivers and lakes and concentrating on business and sword casting.

Although he felt that it was a pity, it was just as Mrs. Ye Yang said: "Without the right arm, the swordsmanship has gone to seven or eight, and only the sword-casting skills of the left hand are left, it is better to retire to the rivers and lakes and concentrate on being a swordsmith." ”

Walking with Xuan Ming, there are also Xiang Long and others who have changed their surname to Ye, and now they are going to be called Ye Xianglong.

When I arrived at the station, it was in two directions: one east and one west.

Xuan Ming arched his hand towards Ye Xianglong and said, "Brother Ye, there will be a period later." ”

"There will be a period in the future, on the day of the completion of the villa, I hope to come to the West Lake as a guest. ”

On the shore of West Lake, Tibetan Sword Villa.

Xuntian is right, in the future, Suzhou and Hangzhou will be more lively.

His Uncle Ye's move was quite a bit of the meaning of cultivating the plank road and secretly crossing Chen Cang, and he retired to the rivers and lakes in the name of injury, but the big disciple took other elites to reopen the Tibetan Sword Villa. Now there are only a few people in the rivers and lakes who know these ancient origins, which can just make room for Ye Xianglong to develop Xu Tu.

Thinking of this, the corners of Xuan Ming's mouth inadvertently let out a chuckle.

"I said that one or two of these Jianghu people are not a good thing, you look at this, you can smile so obscenely with your eyes closed. ”

"Others just laughed a little, what's the obscenity?"

Someone else who closed his eyes and smiled seemed to be talking about me?