Chapter 150

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"Lonely night is miserable~ misty ripples ~ Yulin bell listens to Jiao Cry ~, babbling, cuckoo returns ~ Yin funeral flowers ~ Yu beauty Mo Jiao crying ~, babbling ~"

The little girl singing was singing in a teahouse on the side of the road. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gu Caiji sat in the carriage, anxious for a while, sad for a while, and the song was entangled in his ears and couldn't be torn down.

Babbling~

It's like a teardrop from my daughter's house.

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Splendid is counting the days.

Letters were sent to several people, and the payment was made by a person with no surname.

It is said that there is no surname.

The name of the sword.

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Wanghu Mountain.

In the early morning, the white dew stained the morning light on the horizon, and a young man carried a sword on his back, rocking the pulp of the boat, and slowly swayed to the dock on the water.

He was dressed in a gray cloth robe, and he looked very energetic, and his whole person was like a long sword that was ready to be unsheathed.

Eighteen, will be nineteen, taking advantage of the last poetry and wine years, he is going up the mountain.

Beautiful.

Embroidered brocade.

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The two disciples guarding the dock tried to stop the boy, but one of them was picked off by the boy's sword and ran up the steps in a hurry.

The other blew a fishing horn, which seemed to alarm the entire mountain gate.

The boy was still clean, and his eyes were not polluted, but at the moment they were extremely bright, like an agarwood that stirred people's hearts, lest he destroy this treasure.

The steps of the first stage are lined with various wooden houses, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, apricot blossoms and other flowers and trees, and other flowers and green grasses. The house uses mostly red and green materials, together with those decorations, colorful, and really spring-like.

Spring Rain Sword Fu Xiao shouted at his back, "Do you still want to go up?" You don't know what's waiting for you up there, even if you outperform me. ”

"You want to persuade me?"

"I don't want to see you die. We still have a lot of games to play. ”

"I don't want to die, but I want to do what I want to do at this age. Jinxiu didn't look back, "I don't owe you more than one." ”

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The surroundings suddenly remembered the sound of spring, and the flying flowers in the sky reminded Jinxiu of the rain that night.

The common denominator is that the harm is invisible and invisible.

Chunsheng Sword, Elder Sun Shi.

Jinxiu felt dizzy, and the echo stones around him made a simple formation here, strengthening the power of the alto of the sword technique.

But the spring breeze can turn rain, and the spring breeze blends without chill. Under the spring swordsmanship, the splendid Fufeng swordsmanship is like a newborn twig, absorbing nutrients, gradually growing, and finally blooming.

Sun Shi found that his swordsmanship was affected, and he made another tune in harmony with Jinxiu.

This sound moved the surrounding spring scenery.

The two moved between the small pavilions of the Yashe, but the two swords were entangled and there was no killing intent, and in the spring sound, they bloomed externally.

Wherever the two passed, the flying flowers withered, the fine grass folded, and the carved wooden wall left a chic sword mark that seemed to be irregular.

The wind is born by spring, and fate comes and endures.

Don't mean to come with a sword, don't be a spring.

The next moment, in an eaves, the splendid sword stopped on his neck with Sun Shi's long sword, and Sun Shi had no choice but to use Fu Chunyin's move to open the splendid sword like a tarsal bone again, but he was already defeated.

He lay on the eaves, staring blankly at the sky, his chest rising and falling.

The five veins are invincible to the three veins, and the swordsmanship is the same, and he loses completely, although he can use a more powerful swordsmanship, or desperately defend and escape with the advantage of pulse power, what is the use.

The swordsmanship is not born, and the pulse is not gathered. The pulse is not gathered, and the swordsmanship is not effective.

"Master?" Fu Xiao was on the side.

"Let's keep up. Sun Shi remembered the back of that person back then, and led his disciples to follow Jinxiu and continue to move forward.

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The area around the steps of the second stage is dull and blue, and there is a strong sense of humor. Bluestone, woods, winding paths, ancient secluded.

Indeed, the arbor in midsummer is not the same as the Yawang just now.

Elder Xia Sheng, Wang Yuantong was waiting for him in a thick ink shirt. The sword was slightly wider on the other hand, like a Qimen weapon, and it looked particularly weird. But it was Elder Xia Sheng's fame sword, the golden sword.

There seems to be a sudden chirping of cicadas.

There are cicadas in the summer, mournful and mournful, and a heavy sound wave is passed under Wang Yuantong's sword, and Jinxiu feels that the five organs in his body are trembling.

The Fufeng Sword Technique immediately borrowed a bit of mystery from the Cloud Strike Technique, and it became wild and violent, like a summer wind that stirred everything.

Wang Yuantong was stunned for a moment, and the Jin Sheng Sword struck in the air like a torrential rain.

There was a torrential rain in the summer, which swept everything.

Jinxiu felt that this rainstorm was like the scorching summer sun, and it was difficult for people to take it, so the cloud attack technique was very similar, like a whirlpool to take over all the sword momentum, and there was a slight buzz in the ears.

But in the end, next, and successfully counterattacked.

"The summer flowers are blooming brilliantly, the wind and rain are fierce, and everything is brilliant under the exuberance. ”

Wang Yuantong covered his left arm and watched him continue to walk forward.

"You're going to return it now!"

Jinxiu ignored him, and a drop of blood dripped from his ear and fell on the steps.

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"Everyone thinks I'm crazy, obstinate, stubborn. They think I'm smart enough to weigh the pros and cons. ”

"But I feel wronged by that. ”

"Nothing will be a burden to me, like this sword. Right?"

Splendid!

The human heart is complicated, and you can only make sure that you can figure it out every moment. But there's no guarantee that you'll still think the same way the next moment.

Don't seek long-term understanding, just seek temporary soberness.

It's hard to find confusion.

You are only eighteen, you can be selfish, you can desire everything, but when you are old, you will not regret it.

So splendid.

Take advantage of your youth and frivolity, why not kill someone!