At the end of the song, Nangong Yuyu felt that the mountain in her heart was a lot lighter, after so many years, she had never forgotten the deep hatred of the blood in the past, this obsession tormented her all the time. It's just that even though she had the heart to explore the truth of the year, she had to suppress this impulse.

Now, Qiu'er has grown up, and the second sister's stunt has also been handed over to her daughter, and the Feixue Sword Squire, who has been secretly formed by herself for so many years, has matured and can take charge on her own, and it is time to investigate the inexplicable ambush back then.

"Mother, do you have something on your mind?" Suddenly, Zhuge Chunqiu came to his senses, looked up at Nangong Yuyu and asked.

Nangong Yuyun shook his head and said with a smile: "Silly boy, write down the sword code, ask me if you don't understand!

At this moment, Yiren looked at the sheet music and tips in his hand, and he was already in tears. Among them, there was also a handwritten letter from Dongfang Grace! This was left by Nangong Yuyu and the others as agreed to leave back then, and each of them prepared three copies.

"Mother, if this "Flowing Cloud Sword Codex" is so easy to practice, it will not be sealed to this day. Zhuge Chunqiu finished reading the sword code, and said with a wry smile on his face to Nangong Yuyu, who was comforting the people softly.

When Nangong Yuyu heard this, she was quite helpless.

"You little guy, since you are allowed to practice, you must be able to cultivate. The reason why the requirements of the "Liuyun Sword Codex" are so high is because ordinary people can basically meet the requirements of cultivation only after opening up the second vein of Ren Du and communicating with the bridge between heaven and earth.

When Zhuge Chunqiu heard this, he suddenly realized.

"Okay! Let's go and memorize it! If you don't understand it, ask me!" Nangong Yuyun urged, and drove Zhuge Chunqiu to the side to cultivate.

I know it's cruel to you, but there are some things that you always have to face. It's been so many years, I've endured it for so many years, and now, the Flying Snow Sword Attendant can be of great use on his own, and it's time for me to do what I have to do. I hope you and Qiu'er grow up quickly, all this has just begun, don't cry, don't be sad, my second sister, that is, your mother will be proud of you!" Nangong Yuyu gently patted Dongfang Yiren's fragrant shoulder and comforted.

"Mother-in-law, I know, I won't let my mother down!" Yiren wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his face full of determination.

"Hmm!" Seeing that Yiren quickly suppressed his out-of-control emotions, Nangong Yuyu's face was full of relief.

Second sister, have you seen this, this is your daughter! I have raised her, and I have given her all your skills, she and you are really carved out of the same mold, have you seen it? I am going to do what I have to do, I can't take her with me anymore, you can bless her. Bless me for finding out the truth, finding out who is behind this, and avenging you.

After returning from the bamboo building, Zhuge Chunqiu wanted to go to Zhong Yin to chat a few words, and by the way, he told himself that he had realized something and would retreat for a few days. However, he was told by the guards that as soon as Zhong Yin arrived at his residence, after bathing and changing clothes, he said that he had not cultivated well in the past few months, and he had to retreat and sort out what he had gained during this time. I had to go home.

After returning to his residence, Zhuge Chunqiu directly closed the door and began to cultivate.

With the codex written by Nangong Yuyun himself, Zhuge Chunqiu's cultivation of the "Flowing Cloud Sword Codex" can be described as smooth sailing, and everything will come naturally.

After finishing his cultivation, Zhuge Chunqiu stood up, looked at the bright moon in the sky through the window, and his eyes were full of longing. After a few days of retreat and cultivation, his "Liuyun Sword Codex" has achieved a small success, reaching the realm of entering the hall, and through the wisp of innate Gang Qi in his body, he has cultivated the mutated Liuyun Gang Qi, although it is not powerful at all, it is the most important foundation.

"Flowing Cloud Sword Codex" is divided into, the first glimpse of the doorway, the entrance to the room, moisturizing things silently, freezing three feet, snow dancing, clouds and mist.

Even if it is Nangong Yuyu at this moment, it is just wandering in the realm of snow dance.

Picking up the jasper gourd on the table casually, he poured a sip of Baihua Brew, Zhuge Chunqiu's eyes were a little confused. This is the Baihua brewed by Li Mengxin for her, and it is also the last gourd, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to drink it again in the future.

In front of the windowsill, it is Nangong Yuyu's favorite Canglan guqin. Since the last time, she gave it to Zhuge Chunqiu.

Slowly walked to the windowsill, gently put aside the jasper gourd in his hand, and plucked the strings twice. Zhuge Chunqiu played it casually, and at this moment, he had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

Night!

Heart!

Love!

Drunk and thinking, waking up and thinking, the people of Qiushui see things and think.

Raise a glass to drunken dreamies.

People are also stupid, music is also crazy, and the solo is quiet and moon-looking.

Drunken talk.

Zhuge Chunqiu's eyes were blurred, slowly playing a Sauvignon Blanc, and singing to the tune, his eyes were blurred, as if he was not closed, as if he was drunk but not drunk, and as if he was awake but not awake.

Two flowers bloom, one on each branch, and at this time, on the vast sea, a sea ship rises and falls with the waves. Li Mengxin stood quietly at the bow of the boat without moving.

As the night deepened, the wind became more intense. Yiren rubbed the ice spirit Yuxiao in his hand, his face was full of tenderness and longing.

"Woo woo..." Xiao whined, like a grievance, like a cry, like a complaint, and the aftermath was endless.

"Vast and lonely, falling and desolate, lonely and lonely.

The sea is boundless, adrift and uncertain.

Yu Hang has become a reminiscence, sighing in this life, and connecting with you.

The waves are turbulent, the waves are rapid, but Nai has to think of the king's will.

Bingluo Xiao was lonely, his eyes were crying, and he asked if you would wipe it away?

Contemplating the moon, this song is even more melancholy.

There is no wind and waves, and the wind rises in the evening.

This memory is comparable to the past. ”

At the end of the song, Li Mengxin's pretty face was full of pear blossoms and rain, and she chanted the love in her heart obsessively, looking sad.

In the cabin, Hua Lao's eyes were confused, and Li Mengxin's song slowly reminded him of his memory.

The lyrics and songs he sang made him deeply immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

"Weiyang!I'm sorry!" Hua Lao left a tear in the corner of his eye.

At the beginning, he was young and frivolous, and he fell in love with the eldest lady of the night family at the same time as another person. At that time, he had made a private agreement with Weiyang for life, but he was provoked, so he made a gambling contract, and the loser left automatically and never set foot in the Central Plains again.

Ridiculous bet, ridiculous!

I lost, I had no shame to see her, and I said goodbye without saying goodbye, wanting to leave the Central Plains. At the invitation of a friend at the time, he went to Star Island. Ye Weiyang learned that he had actually made a bet with another suitor, and in a fit of anger, he ran away from home, and his whereabouts have been unknown since then, even if he asked his friend to become the master of Xingchen Pavilion, Zhuge Nu, used the intelligence system of Xingchen Pavilion to find it on his behalf, but there has been no news.

Even those who bet with themselves are silent.