At the time of the spring equinox, the sun is beautiful and windy, warm and cold, the yin and yang are mixed, and the day and night are of equal length. Golden rape flowers spread all over the fields, swaying in the wind like a churning ocean, which is spectacular. In the spring, the thriving flower fields are fresh and lovely, and people can't help but want to get close.

The beautiful scenery also moved the people of the Jingwu Sect who rushed to the three sects to meet the martial arts. Qiao Feng also made it unprecedented for everyone to stop and rest for a while in front of the flower field. Su Ri was arrogant and indifferent like Ye Lingwei, and she couldn't help but pick a rape flower and gently insert it on her sideburns. Chen Ting was gentle and docile, and she was happy to see the flower field, but she just attached herself, admired it carefully, and gently smelled the fragrance of the flowers. The rest of the disciples also pointed to the flower field, admiring it and exclaiming. On the contrary, Qiao Feng, who is usually very gregarious, is isolated in the spring breeze at the moment, his eyes are gentle, and he looks at the flower field alone away from everyone. It is obvious that this man who stands on the top of the sky, in the flower field in the spring breeze, can't help but recall the sweet and sad past.

Ruan Qing's protector is petite, holding a bamboo branch in his hand, although he is over forty years old, he still dresses up as a girl, and his skin is like snow, standing next to Ye Lingwei, he is more like Ye Lingwei's sister. Ruan Qing was followed by a white ape with a height of nearly a zhang, this white ape was almost psychic, and he also held a bamboo branch in his hand, and the swordsmanship he used was unpredictable, and Wei Li and other disciples were not less taught by it along the way.

Wei Li and his entourage went south along Pushui, Qiao Feng was not allowed to use light skills to hurry, he could only travel fifty or sixty miles a day, and from Jingwumen to less than seven hundred miles, but from the sting to the spring equinox, it took half a month. Only Wei Li understood that Qiao Feng was deliberately delaying time, and pointed out Wei Li's martial arts will in the middle.

Unlike the excitement and freshness of the group, Wei Li was drowsy all the way, often sweeping the fun of Ye Lingwei and Chen Ting, two enthusiastic girls. Every time the two invited Wei Li to go shopping, Wei Li refused with a wry smile, and whoever resisted Qiao Feng's martial arts will oppression for an hour every night had no energy to do anything else. Wei Li's ability to stay upright and not fall asleep is already his willpower tenacity and ordinary people.

Qiao Feng looked at the vast and sparkling Pu Shui and sighed: "If you can grow old here, plowing the fields on sunny days and fishing on rainy days, this life is enough!" He unconsciously flashed that beautiful and gentle figure in his heart, and said secretly: "If I can have her by my side, even if I am the head of the Jingwu Sect, how can I Qiao Feng see it in my eyes." ”

Ruan Qing held the bamboo branch and said with the same emotion: "Yes, if you can sail on the water with your beloved, you will have no regrets!" Thinking of whether he is in harmony with others, his heart is full of bitterness, "The person he loves loves others, what can he do?"

Qiao Feng and Ruan Qing are both masters in the world, and their martial arts will is strong and extraordinary. Under the sadness of his thoughts, he unconsciously exuded a sad aura, which imperceptibly affected the other disciples of the Jingwu Sect.

Wei Li found that Ruan Qing's sideburns actually had a strand of white hair, only from here could he see the traces of time on the body of the only female protector of the Jingwu Sect, and the white ape behind her was looking at her intently, his eyes were full of pity, and he seemed to be thinking: "The beloved loves others, what is the way?"

Qiao Feng and Ruan Qing are both people with strong martial wills, and the remaining disciples of the Jingwu Sect have been interfered with by their martial arts will, and they have unconsciously fallen into sadness, only Wei Li has time to observe these details because he is oppressed by the will of martial arts every night and naturally generates resistance.

Suddenly, Li Ke's body in front of Wei Li was shocked, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Back then, when Zhuang Zhou was fishing and Pushui, the King of Chu sent three doctors to invite him to go out of the mountain to serve as the commander of the Chu State. Zhuang Zhou categorically refused, saying that after the three-thousand-year-old turtle was killed, the turtle shell was enshrined in the Taimiao, draped in brocade, and enjoyed the sacrifice. If you are this turtle, are you willing to be enshrined in the Taimiao, or are you free to live in the sludge? The three doctors all said: Naturally, you are willing to be free in the sludge. Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, this is also my idea! According to our itinerary, ten miles ahead is the place where Zhuang Zhou fished back then. ”

He told this story to show that he likes to pursue freedom and does not want to be constrained, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Wei Li, whose eyes were tired, with a hint of surprise. Wei Li was shocked, he thought that Ye Lingwei would be the first person to get rid of the influence, but he didn't expect it to be Li Ke, which shows that Qiao Feng is optimistic about Wei Li and Li Ke for no reason.

Then Ye Lingwei came to her senses, and she was only slightly surprised that Li Ke got rid of the influence earlier, so she continued: "I prefer Zhuang Shengxiao to dream of butterflies, and hope that Emperor Chun will trust the cuckoo." ”

The third sober was Fu Yunming, he saw that Wei Li and the three of them had already sobered up one step ahead of him, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and said: "Zhuang Zhou is light on life and death, his sex is broad, his learning is all-encompassing, and his writing is Wang Yang, and his demeanor is all directions, and the sons of the late Zhou Dynasty cannot be compared." What does Senior Brother Wei Li think?"

He praised Zhuang Zhou as the first of all the sons, and respected Zhuang Zhou, and then wanted to test Wei Li, and he was a little dissatisfied with Wei Li's ability to be one step ahead of him.

Wei Li's eyes flashed with deep exhaustion, and he said slowly: "I have an end in my life, and there is no end to know, and there is no end to it, and there is no end to it!

Wei Li was not good at ancient culture, barely able to read and hyphenation, and often borrowed one or two books from the master's collection to watch after practicing martial arts in the past two years, and today he barely made a fool of himself. He was wary of Fu Yunming, and he was eight points sure that the black-clothed man who attacked him in the Jingwu Gate was this person, so he naturally didn't want to talk to him more. Fu Yunming saw that Wei was not fooled, so he smiled and said no more, he deliberately kept a low profile along the way and rarely spoke.

Ye Lingwei's eyes were full of worry when Wei Li spoke, Wei Li's abnormality these days had already been seen by her, but Wei Li didn't say it, and she was not good at exploring the hidden secrets.

At this time, the rest of the people also got rid of the influence one after another and came to their senses. Qiao Feng and Ruan Qing glanced at each other, and the strength of the disciples of the Jingwu Sect was clear at a glance. Although Ye Lingwei has the highest kung fu and the most famous reputation, if she fights to the death, I am afraid she will be inferior to Wei Li and Li Ke.

The rest of the disciples of the Jingwu Sect were also amazed, they didn't expect Wei Li to be silent, but he had such a superb spiritual cultivation, and then thought that he had broken through the sixth floor of the Tower of Babel, there must be a divine skill, and they all felt jealous of him.

Qiao Feng changed his words and said: "Zhuang Zhou is passive and avoids the world, you value yourself and light your work, although your cultivation is high, you don't take what your husband wants! He said that half of the previous paragraph was a feeling, and half of it was a test of the disciples' martial arts cultivation and ambitions, but he was very disappointed, Wei Li concentrated on martial arts, Li Ke pursued freedom, Ye Lingwei indulged in personal feelings, Fu Yunming was gloomy and unpredictable, and no one could be entrusted with the great cause of Jingwumen.

Qiao Feng sighed, and his heart was even more worried, can this group of people cope with the next crisis? For the sake of the Jingwu Sect, he has indeed done many things against his will over the years, but he is helpless.

The group continued south, ten miles south to Zhuangzi Fishing Terrace, and there was a nearby village, where they would spend the night, and then turn east and enter Shouchun.